Daayre... When love took war face

Prologue

1976...Harji, Rajasthan

---Third POV--

"Aaahhhhh." A woman shouted in pain as midwife was trying to take out her baby. It was raining heavily outside. As woman shout, the rain gets louder and scary. This is the frist time in the history of Harji that the cloud had cried this much.

"Mem Saab please try to push or else it will be difficult and like other time you will lose your baby." There was a fear in midwife's tone.

"No Noor, this time, I will die but I won't let my baby die again." The woman cried in pain but still push harder than the last time.

"Mem Saab just little bit more." Noor the midwife promised and the Woman again pushed and with a blink of eyes the baby was out of the woman's wound. The midwife and woman took a breath of relief.

"Mem Saab it's a baby boy," Noor spoke up, Then she took the baby and pat his small back gently in the process to make the just born boy cry. She gently hit the baby's back but baby didn't cry. She hit again but she failed again. The tension was building in the room.

The Woman breaks down into tears. Noor tries one more time and this time with a loud thunder outside baby cried. The tension took the place of happiness.

"Hafsa go and tell everyone that Mem Saab has given a birth to a prince," Noor said proudly. Hafsa nod and with that she run out of the small room towards the huge mansion.

"Mubarak ho it's a boy." She shouted on top of her lungs; Her run throws the long corridor on Iranian plush carpets. Whoever she passed, she told the good news. The whole mansion is decorated lavishly with antiques and lighted with beautiful chandeliers. She then passed the silk and chiffon draperies hanging from the ceilings. Hafsa finally reached to a room of Badshah Khan. Badshah khan is the most powerful person of Harji, He's the god for all the Muslims who live in Harji. He has fought for Muslims right. He owned lands, cotton factories, steel mills and what not. He loves his people that's way he helps everyone who is indeed; as much as he loves his people he hates the Rajputs. They both are enemies from 500 hundred years. Everyone have tried to bring two nations close but whenever someone tries, Badshah Khan would kill that person.

"Sab, Mem Saab has given birth to a beautiful prince." Hafsa painted heavily. As she entered the room.

"Ya Allah, Thank you so much to show your mercy on us this time." Badshah thanks and soon headed toward his pride.

After 6 years of their married life, they finally had their first child. Every time they have a miscarriage. But this time, Allah showered his blessings on the couple.

He passes all the lavished things which Hafsa just went by. Everyone congratulate Badshah. He finally reached the room. His eyes were rooming around the room in a search of that one figure which he have craved to see the whole time. His eyes fall on his beautiful wife, she was sleeping beautifully on the bed. He took steps toward her and sat beside her. He stroke her forehead before planting a gentle kiss.

"Thank you, Fiza for this beautiful gift," He whisper.

"Sab here you go, your son." Noor came with the boy, His small body was wrapped in the royal blue silken baby blanket. Badshah stood up his eyes was fix on his son. He took small steps towards him; Noor extends her hand with baby towards Badshah, He raised his shaky hands slowly; fear was clearly showed in his eyes, He was scared to take his small baby firm in his strong hands. But finally, he took him. An unknown tear rolled down from his eyes and fall on the boy's soft cheek. He was so soft, so tiny, his small head moved a little and a small smile spread across Badshah's lips. Badshah pressed his lips gently on his son's soft forehead.

"I am so sorry Sab to disturb you but everyone is outside asking you to show them their prince," Hafsa said and Badshah nodded.

He took his son and went to the huge balcony. Everyone was waiting in the heavy rain to just see the apple of everyone's eyes. As soon as Badshah came outside everyone shouted in joy.

"Badshah Mubarak ho...Mubarak ho."

"Today finally Allah have accepted all of our wishes." Badshah said and everyone cheered up. "And in this moment of happiness, I have decided that I will donate gold, food and clothes between all of you," He announced in happiness and again everyone cheered up.

"Badshah may Allah shower lots of happiness on you and your family, May you all live long." Everyone gave him blessing.

"Badshah what are we going to call the small Badshah." An old woman asked and everyone agreed to her.

"Well after all of the worship to Allah, My son have showed his face so I have decided we will call him Hussain," He said proudly and Everyone called out Hussain.

"Like this rain, my son will also change the history of Hirji. He will fight for Muslims right like me and like my father and show the Rajputs that who is more powerful." Badshah said proudly.

Badshah was right he will change the history of Hirji. But not like him or his father.

He will be the sigh of peace and love.