The sudden realization of being lost in the moment totally shook Jodha. Seeing Jalal's dark, passionate eyes, her face filled with fear, she pulled herself backward, two steps away from him, and prayed to the god Krishna to help to come out of the situation; she regretfully thought about what she had done?
Jalal got confused seeing Jodha stepping backward with an offensive face.
Before she could say anything, he pinned her to the tree, while holding both her hands tightly, stared at her with little resentment and an intense craving for more. Jodha was not able to look at him directly; her eyes were down; she was feeling too guilty for her denial. She knew it was her fault; she failed to control herself and led him to this intense desperation.
After a few moments when she was standing in the same position while looking down, he released her hands and held her face by lifting her chin roughly; he wanted to look into her eyes to read once again her denial. She slowly lifted her eyes. Uninvited tears pricked out of her eyes with a little fear and intense guilt in them. Seeing her in the denial stage, Jalal merely asked her, "Why are you testing my patience Jodha?"
Jodha stayed quiet while looking at him regretfully with remorse; she had no answer to his desperation. He felt hurt; his ego bruised awfully. With each passing second, he was losing his patience, which was slowly converting into anger. His head began to spin with refusal. He looked dreadfully ragged and extremely frustrated. His expression turns little by little dark and bleak; gradually, his tolerance diluted and converted into the horrendous fire.
At last, he groaned with his curbed anger with his final attempt, "Queen Jodha, It is so difficult to understand you; you are the one who allowed me to come so close to you, so why this rejection now?" He sounded desperate, but at the same time, his tone was threatening and deadly.
She stayed quiet as she had no answer to his question; her silence broke all of his restrained and controlled patience and created wild rage inside him. With a dangerous glare, he held her shoulders harshly with a painful grip and pushed her away from himself, and walked off.
She lost her balance and almost fall, but soon she controlled herself.
His fury was at the mountain. She was traumatized entirely to see his extreme reaction and resentment. He walked off and went near the pond, then he took some stones in anger and began to throw them in the pond. Her rejection wounded his lonely and empty soul. Soon aura of darkness surrounded him with the feeling of emptiness inside him.
Seeing him hurt and distressed, she decided to talk to him. She fearfully and cautiously went near the pond, and in a low tone, she said, "Shahenshah" she paused briefly for a response from him. Still, Jalal didn't respond, and without looking at her, he started walking away from her.
Jodha called him again in a pleading tone, "Shahenshah, please listen to me."
But he ignored her again. Jodha ran behind him and held his hand to stop him. He looked back with immense resentment and screamed, "I don't want to see your face; I have no interest in you."
Jodha was still standing while holding his hand. Finally, Jalal pushed her hand away with a jerk, and before she could say anything, he jumped on his horse and rode off towards the palace.
His fury was at the pick, she, again and again, wounding him with her denials, rejection, and bitterness. He knew he was losing control over himself; the feeling of killing everyone was capturing him. He had never felt offended like this; somewhat, he was angry at himself for controlling his desire. He always got easily and willingly, whom he desired for, many princesses left their kingdoms to stay with Jalal. All of his women were crazy for his one gaze, but there was something in Jodha, which was completely different from others. Every sentence, every word, every tear of her was affecting him intensely. Her vicious rejection was the first time in his life that he was feeling defeated. He wanted to hurt her so much, but he couldn't do that. He ran away from there to save her from his dark anger.
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Is It Hate OR Love? Jodha Akbar
Hayran KurguHis heart was blazing with fire; her flaming words reverberated on his conscious. The thought of her sensual body and fiery arrogance brought an evil smirk on his face. The heartless King viciously slurred to himself, 'You have dared to set your f...
