new place, new faces (part one)
note: I know it's not just me who has given a thought to why Hamida took a liking to Jodha even before meeting her. regardless of what the exact reason might have been, it is heartwarming to see that there were a few people in Agra who were ready to accept her and her religious beliefs without argument.
also, this was initially meant to be a one-shot of at least 1000 words, but here we are - a thousand more words and as part of this fanfic.
As the Malika-e-Azaam, Hamida Bano Begum had her duty in the Mughal Empire, making political decisions and granting amnesty to offenders.
When she wasn't performing her royal obligations, she was on pilgrimages to holy sites to seek the blessings of the saints over the empire and more so, her son, Jalaluddin Mohammad.
And when she wasn't on pilgrimage, she found herself in the hojra of her sister-in-law and friend, Gulbadan Begum, narrating her account to the storyteller for the Humayun Nama.
Gulbadan had started drafting the document a few years ago on Jalal's request with her collecting accounts from the ministers who had served in Humayun's court and gathering information from the royal library.
Upon her return from one of her pilgrimages, Hamida had made her way down to Gulbadan's chambers, accompanied by Jiji Anga to share her account.
This was one of the days until one of the eunuchs came in with an unexpected message - that of a wedding which took place in Sambhar between her son and a princess.
Jalal travelling to another kingdom to form political alliances via marriage was nothing new to Hamida, in fact, it was understandable why he'd do that without bringing an entire entourage of the royal family.
Him gaining a new bride without informing anyone back home, however, was what threw her off her feet. From what this eunuch passed on to her, not even Ruqaiya was aware.
Since Jalal always shared this kind of information with Ruqaiya, Hamida found it puzzling that he kept it secret from everyone in Agra, including his chief consort.
However, her initial surprise gave way to a wide smile upon hearing that her son's new bride was of Rajput upbringing - that and that she was the titled Registan ka Gulab.
"Subhanallah!" She raised her head up with her hands out in prayer. "Jalal has done well by marrying a Rajvanshi princess."
Hamida had her own reasons for finding joy in this discovery, one of them being that the Rajputs had extended a hand of hospitality to her while she was on the run. This was also at the time where she was heavily pregnant with Jalal after Sher Shah Suri had laid siege to the Mughal Empire.
She had been at her most vulnerable with her bandhi, Maham Anga, and her husband's chief advisor, Bairam Khan, as her only company.
While in Umerkot, Hamida had witnessed firsthand the generosity of people of a different religion and caste from hers and she had formed good relationships with the Rajputs of that kingdom.
While she eventually had to leave to keep her husband company in Persia, her gratitude towards the Hindus was one of the things that would always follow her till her dying breath.
In addition to that, words about the Registan ka Gulab spread so quickly with the townspeople singing the praises of a young woman in one of the towns she had visited during one of her pilgrimages.
The Registan ka Gulab, according to the citizens, was a woman blessed with pure beauty by the gods and just as beautiful as she was, she had a heart full of compassion towards people and animals.
However, a person could not earn such a title based on their beauty and compassion alone. Like the aforementioned rose in her title, the Registan ke Gulab carried with her thorns which manifested as the fierceness that shone in her brown eyes and the passion which was evident in her voice as she stood against injustice. Such a woman would keep her son on his toes.
Not that there were not assertive women in the harem or in her son's life, Maham Anga and Ruqaiya being the two major examples she could think of right off the bat. However, she found Maham Anga to be too cunning with a side agenda of her own while Ruqaiya was more focused with maintaining her own power in the harem and gaining as much more as she could gain.
Jalal might believe otherwise but Hamida knew the way his mind operated. His marriage to the Registan ka Gulab was born from his recent conquest of Amer and an attempt to have the Rajput princess as his war trophy.
From what Hamida had heard about her son's recent bride, the latter might prove a challenge to the man who loved challenges and mind games. Maybe, and maybe in the process of playing his mind games, Jalal would discover that he did have a heart after all.
She could only smile genuinely, dismissing the eunuch eventually but not before gifting him some of her golden jewelry.
With an elated sigh, she stood up from her seat and turned to Jiji Anga and Gulbadan Begum.
"We have a queen to welcome."
Upon hearing the news, Ruqaiya Sultan Begum had to maintain her composure in front of Begum Ruksaar, Begum Nameez and her personal eunuch, Hoshiyar. She paused her game as if to come to terms with what she just heard.
Noting the expressions of the two queens and her eunuch, she could tell that they were equally blindsided as they turned to look at her.
For the first time in the years she had been married to Jalal, he had kept this one piece of news from her. Even as he walked into her chambers after he arrived from Shalpur, every attempt to investigate his findings in Amer all led to vague answers and attempts to change the topic.
"So, what is this I hear about you in Amer?" she started off, her fingers picking out one of the grapes as she watched him closely for any reaction.
Instead, she was met with a stoic Jalal who picked up an apple, examining the fruit so meticulously as if he was inspecting it.
He then looked up at her, "So, the news has reached you?"
She sat up with a teasing smile, "Even I prefer to keep up with the current events, Shehenshah. So, Amer?"
It was no secret to her that her husband had his sight on the golden capital of Rajputana nor was it a secret that he'd go undercover to the kingdoms of his target to gauge their strengths. Yet, she could detect something different but had no idea exactly what it was.
It seemed as if his body was right here but his mind was somewhere else.
"Amer has something I want," was the answer he had given her with every attempt to get him to decipher those words turning out to be futile.
"Amer has something I want."
Ruqaiya found herself smiling as it all made sense. So what if he took in a new bride? What was it to her? This would not be the first bride Jalal would have neither would she be the last.
Yet, why did this manage to upset every corner of her mind?
Was it the secrecy? The fact that Jalal hid this from her and totally blindsided everyone including her?
Still aware that she had Ruksaar, Nameez and Hoshiyaar watching her reaction, she turned to the eunuch with a stoic mask.
"Go prepare her room, in that case."
Hoshiyaar stood in confusion at her command while the two queens exchanged glances. Did they expect a different reaction from what she just exhibited?
"Huzoor, why are you not upset at this news? Surely-."
She looked up at him, her eyes stern as she answered, her lips twisted into a smirk.
"Shehenshah has found himself a new toy to play with," she replied, the two begums before her seeming to agree with her. "In a few days, he'll be bored of her and discard of her. I will always be his favourite wife and the one he comes back to regardless of how many women he brings into this harem. Go ahead, decorate a room for the new queen."
The eunuch has his eyebrows raised in understanding, his posture bent as he paid his respect before exiting to start the task his mistress had sent him.
Now left with the two queens, Ruqaiya reached down to continue her game of chaupar when Begum Nameez decided put in her input.
"It is strange Shehenshah would marry again without alerting anyone," she stated in a pseudo-concerned tone.
The begum's remark seemed to have struck its target in Ruqaiya whose hand stopped midway at the game board. She let out a shaky breath as she held her head high.
"Either way, I will take care of his new queen the same way I take care of his possessions," she concluded.
"And now that Shehenshah is on his way to the palace, will you not welcome him?" It was Begum Ruksaar's turn to ask.
With a nonchalant shrug, Ruqaiya went back to the game, "he will make his way back to me like he always does - before meeting anyone else."
Hamida Bano had to keep herself from jittering in anticipation. The messenger had given her the news that the entourage was only a few minutes away from the mahal.
While it was reassuring that she would not have to wait for so long, it did not help in calming her nerves. In all her years of witnessing some of Jalal's weddings and welcoming some of his queens into the harem, she had never thought she would be this expectant of an additional queen.
However, it turns out she would not have to worry anymore as her eyes caught sight of the entourage at the gates of the palace.
Just as she had requested, the Hindu bandhis had formed a procession at the hojra allocated to her, ready to welcome the Registan ka Gulab. Hamida had thought of putting together the women to welcome their new queen in a way that would make her feel like she belonged in Agra.
Soon enough, the entourage had gotten into the palace and Hamida, followed by Jiji Anga and Gulbadan, made her way towards the new couple.
Before her was her son, his usually stoic face bearing a small smile. Behind him was a band of guards carrying a palki, which Hamida knew carried her daughter-in-law.
They slowly lowered the palanquin to the ground with Jalal turning to hold his hand out.
There she was, a feminine hand decorated with henna peeked out of the veil, taking Jalal's hand.
Mashallah, Hamida's lips lifted into a smile as a woman in a lavender ghagra and choli with a yellow translucent dupatta, which showed her midriff, came out of the palki. The far-end of her dupatta formed a ghoonghat which concealed her face.
Both parties finally met halfway and the world seemed out of focus as Hamida's sight was on her new daughter-in-law only. That was until Maham Anga had snapped her out of that.
"Begum Jodha, this is the Malika-e-Azaam and mother of the emperor, Hamida Bano Begum," the white-cladded woman announced.
Jodha, a lovely name for a beautiful woman, Hamida's smile widened even further.
As if on cue, Jodha stepped forward, greeting Hamida in the traditional Rajput greeting.
"Pranaam," her lilted voice addressed her before she bent to touch her feet.
Gently, Hamida pulled her up before slowly unveiling her. Dark brown doe eyes met hers, Hamida almost believed a messenger of Allah had graced the grounds of Agra.
"Mashallah," she complimented, not even the words she had heard could do Jodha enough justice. "You are even more beautiful than I have heard. Not even Agra's finest could compare to how beautiful you are."
Jodha gave a demure smile, with Hamida now determined to establish a close bond with her. Her son had done well with bringing home Registan ka Gulab, whatever his motive may have been.
She didn't have a daughter-in-law, rather Allah had blessed her with another daughter.
closing notes: I apologize for my delay in posting this. I had volunteered to assist in my church's VBS and while doing that, I had forgotten to post this chapter for publishing 🥲
Edited by MideOfTheShadow - 2 months ago
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