Chapter 35

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Jalal get a grip on yourself whatever happen there is no fault of yours...

(Spoke Hamida to Jalal who was weeping badly hugging Adhga Khan lifeless body he was Mourning more then Aziz who was Adhga son Jij Anga who is Adhga wife it's show how badly he is suffering because of Sir Adhga loss but as A grand Empress Hamida wasn't liking how he was behaving)..

then who is at fault Mother tell me...

(Jalal couldn't finish his words as A huge lump formed in his throat making him choked on his own tears he look back at Adhga he was hurt lost and more then that the guilt of being sole reason of his death made him feel more remorseful and hurt then any other what type of curiosity he have in Palace that a person come with naked sword and none can stop him from killing the most loyal trustworthy minster of Empire in his own Office. What type of Emperor he is that he never get to punish real culprit even knowing they are. Isn't he aware how those pathetic excuse of human try to go various path to finish the leftover proof to get out of the mess created by them only. Then why he is even being most powerful men in empire unable to serve justice to his people. And at this time Iqbal words to ring in his mind making him more hurt knowing it's time for The funeral ceremony of Sir Adhga Jalal stood up not looking at anyone he knew his every action reaction are under surveillance of any pair of eyes but he care a damn he just walked out of the room and Saw Zaheer outside he look at him and spoke).

I don't want to see Sharif ud-din Alive anymore the punishment of betrayal is only death... I wish to get his head tempered under the feet of Elephant...

(Zaheer Looked at Jalal in surprised but said nothing it wasn't there plan to do so he was more Into finishing out those kings name with whom Sharif had shake hand to attack on Agra but now Jalal order but he know better not to go against his order somehow he to know inwardly why Jalal order this so he nodded and walked away. While Jalal without caring how his Men react to his news after ordering it just waked towards his own room all the way weeping badly but tried very hard not to let his tears out at this time because now even a mere maid from to so called Horse stables or Soldier can watch him weeping an it's to good for his reputation what a irony he can't even weep mourn over the very person who was like a father figure to him but again he couldn't even weep when he lost his biological father so it's not new for him).


Oh god how many people you will snatch from me ...have mercy on your child God have mercy...I an't bear anymore I can't bear anymore...

(Rolling a bit on bed Jodha put her hand on the right side of bed to be in the embrace of Jalal but finding no warmth like always she frown and move bit more forward but again she got nothing so she open her eyes annoyingly and watch Jalal is not on bed she look at front and realized she is late very late the time of morning prayers had passed already she sit on bed but soon she felt bit soreness between her legs which made her lay on bed back again she recall the night and started blushing heavily and after minute she hurriedly got off from bed and wore her dress checked herself in mirror and about to call for her maids walking at living area when she watch Jalal and immediately all her happiness flew away her face fell and she concern worriedly rush to his side his look was very bad because of the way he come inside and walking towards her).

Your majesty you all this..

(Ask Jodha to astonish to Jalal appearance his cloth were having blood stained and he was walking inside his room in firm yet lost look. she put both hands on his shoulders and shook him a bit which make him fell on his knees).


Your majesty what happen you like this...

(She to get on her knees Jalal said nothing and started weeping badly making Jodha cry as well even not know what make him cry she was crying because couldn't see him like this but for calming him down she need to know what happen).

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