ishq-e-sultaana (a jodha akbar short story)
when he brought Amer's rose into his harem, she was meant to be a testament to his conquest.
when she agreed to marry him, it was with a vow-to never bow, never break, never be his in any way.
but fate?
fate has other plans.
and it begins with one night in a hammam... where the water is hot and the tension is hotter.
now their worlds are tangled. their bodies? bound.
their hearts? still denying what everyone else can already see
note: this story started with a divergence from a future chapter of the desert's rose and spiraled into its own emotionally charged AU because I lack self-control and the characters demanded chaos.
no, it doesn't follow canon.
no, it doesn't always make sense
yes, I chose to write this anyway
