based on Zee TV's Jodha Akbar 𝑠ℎ𝑒 𝑖𝑠 𝑅𝑒𝑔𝑖𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑛 𝑘𝑎 𝐺𝑢𝑙𝑎𝑏 Rajkumari Jodha Bai, a fierce and proud Rajput princess, finds herself in an arranged marriage to the man whose head she once vowed to offer at Kali Maa's feet-Shehenshah Jalal-ud-Din Mohammad. far from her homeland and all she holds dear, Jodha must navigate the treacherous waters of the Mughal court, finding her place while grappling with a husband whose ideals and way of life are utterly at odds with her own. ℎ𝑒 𝑖𝑠 𝑆ℎ𝑒ℎ𝑒𝑛𝑠ℎ𝑎ℎ-𝑒-𝐻𝑖𝑛𝑑𝑢𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑛 Badshah Jalal-ud-Din Mohammad, the calculating and ruthless Mughal emperor, has always lived by the philosophy: "dil nahi humare paas." yet, when he crosses paths with the famed Registan ka Gulab, he finds himself challenged and intrigued by her defiance and fire. claiming her as his begum should have satisfied the conqueror in him, but instead, Jodha awakens vulnerabilities he thought he had buried long ago. 𝑡𝑤𝑜 𝑠𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑠, 𝑑𝑖𝑣𝑖𝑑𝑒𝑑 𝑏𝑦 𝑖𝑑𝑒𝑜𝑙𝑜𝑔𝑦, 𝑢𝑛𝑖𝑡𝑒𝑑 𝑏𝑦 𝑓𝑎𝑡𝑒 bound by marriage, Jodha and Jalal are drawn into a tempestuous relationship where pride and passion collide. in a world of betrayal and ambition, they must overcome their differences, face their deepest fears, and forge a shared destiny-one that could shape the future of Hindustan ***UNEDITED

The Mughal Emperor Jalal has only ever known death, betrayal and hate. He is heartless and cruel beyond measure and nothing dares touch him for he is the Devil with the face of an Angel. Until he sees HER. His Golden-eyed Angel- His saviour, who snatched him from the grasping arms of Death and showed him the light. Only when Jalal wakes, no one seems to remember anyone with Golden Eyes and from that moment an Obsession is born. This is the story of Jalal and Jodha- a story of how Love tamed two Lethal forces of nature and ushered in the Golden Age of Hindustan. Fitoor: A Deep Obsession or Madness for Someone.

What happen when a rich girl searches for a dependable husband....and when she found one she played a game with him!!! A GAME OF THREE HOURS!!! what will happen when the game began and it ended?????

Jalaluddin Muhammad, The mighty and merciless Emperor of Hindustan, never believed in love. He conquered kingdoms and women with the same ruthless grip. No softness. No feelings. No attachments. But the moment his eyes fell upon Jodha Bai, the innocent and breathtaking Rajput princess he married for political gain, something in him stirred-not tenderness, but hunger. She wasn't like his harem women. She didn't flirt, didn't defy, didn't even know how tempting she was. Her shyness, her lowered lashes, her quiet tremble when he touched her-only fueled the fire inside him. He expected Fire. He received Softness. But Softness can still tame a lion-if she survived his passion.

Jodha is married off to Emperor Jalal not for love, but political alliance. She's the "UNWANTED" queen in his grand palace, surrounded by jelous wives and cold walls. But beneath his icy gaze hides a man who is slowly captivated by her fiery spirit and untamed beauty.

This story is about the immense love between the Mughal emperor and the rajput princess. who started their journey with their marriage of convenience to develop relation between the two different aspects of the society and ended with unconditional love in between them. This is the enemies to lovers troop when there was no trend infact it one of the iconic love story of this era.

Can 2 arch enemies- Jodha and Jalal understand each other and fall in love? Highest Ranking: 1 in #akdha

This is basically a Conti fic and the story follows from the attack on Jalaal in the forest where Jodha had removed the bullets from his gun. This fiction was originally posted on India Forums by Princess Flavia/ Chhalki Syaahi. Yes, I am still alive and kicking but I couldn't complete this due to numerous reasons. However, this was too good a fic to be left incomplete so I shifted it to Wattpad. Whenever I post a new update, it will be done on both the sites. The story is written in English but the dialogues are in Hindi and Urdu.

"In the palace of a ruthless emperor, love is not tender-it is a war between desire and dominance, obsession and surrender." Step inside the velvet-draped halls of the Mughal Empire, where every stolen glance ignites a fire and every forbidden touch leaves scars deeper than any blade. This is not a tale of soft romance-it is a world where the Emperor claims with a dark hunger, and his Begum burns beneath the weight of his passion. Each short story unravels a different side of their bond: Possession that borders madness. Sinful nights drenched in desire, where boundaries disappear and their souls collide in heated surrender. Love so intense it feels dangerous, a storm of lust and power that threatens to consume them both. Here, passion is ruthless. Craving is endless. And once you step into their royal chambers, there is no escape from the fire they create together. 👑 Dark. Steamy. Obsessive. The kind of love that conquers empires... and destroys sanity. 🔥

He tasted her once-now the empire wasn't enough. He wanted her. At eighteen, Jodha Bai was too beautiful for her age-fair as ivory, dark blue eyes like midnight storms, and a quiet pride that made men kneel. She came to Agra for a six-day royal celebration. But to the twenty three-year-old Prince Jalaluddin, she wasn't a guest-she was a prophecy. Private touches under the moonlight. Secret glances behind silk veils. And then- she was gone. Years pass. Empires fall. Queens are married. But no women can replace the girl who slipped through his fingers. Now a feared and undefeated emperor, Jalal has conquered Hindustan piece by piece. Every kingdom bows before him-except one. Amer. And the rose he craves still blooms there. He offers peace through marriage. But her brother denies him. He offers gold. They refuse. So he offers war. Now, with Amer at his feet, the price for peace is Jodha. The innocent girl has become a sharp-tongued, graceful woman. And Jalal is no longer the prince she once teased-he is her husband, her captor, her ruler. But even empires can tremble before the storm of a woman scorned-and the passion that blazes behind closed palace doors. She was the one flower he couldn't pluck. Now, she's in his bed. And he'll never let her leave.