Part_1
A series of events had led to the downfall of the first women emperor of the islamic world, her power, her throne everything was snatched away from her and she was taken prisoner but this was not it, the people who betrayed her were the ones she was close to, the ones she trusted the most, and they had not only taken away her power but also something that was dear to her heart, something very precious.
"sultan" Razia's own slave girl Chanda called her
"Kon sultan? dikhai nahi deta? hum sultan nahi hen ab! hum bas Malik ki begum hen aur kuch nahi" Razia replied in anger, tears in her eyes made their way out and she hid her face in the soft cushions of her bed.
Chanda sat beside her and put a hand on her shoulder.
"to hum aapko kya kahen? she asked politely
"hamen nahi pta pooch lo Malik se, humara auda hamara darja kya he is mehel me?" she didn't rise from the cushions.
"aap ese roiye mat, jo hona tha wo to hogya na, ab rone se kuch haasil to nahi hoga" Chanda tried to calm her down.
Razia held her hand out and pointed at the name on her palm
"ye hai hamari taqdeer, itna sab hone k baad yehi hona to, kyun mila hamen wo sab agr aakhir me hamari qismat me ye likha tha? kyun?" her voice was heavy ,"kya humne kabhi chaha tha k hum sultan bane? nahi par abu ne hamen itni badi zimedaari sonp di, aaj peeche mud k dekhte hen to sochte hen k kitne bade bewaquf the hum jo humne aurat ho kr mardon ki dunya me qadam rakha, aakhir hamen hamare aurat hone ki saza de hi di gai na"
"aap esa kyun sochti hen? Malik aapse bohot mohabbat krte hen" Chanda said calmly but she hit Razia's weakest nerve
"hum tang aa chuke hen ye sun sun k, iske baad hamare saamne ye baat mat kahiyega Chanda, Malik Altunia humse nahi sirf taaqat aur aude se mohobbat krta he, aur hamare saath ye sb kr k usne ye saabit bhi krdiya he, aaj hum uski begum hen pr wo humse milne taq nahi aaye hen, niqah hte hi kahin chale gaye..mohobbat..mazaq lagta he ye lafz hamen, nafrat hogai he is lafz se, esi konsi mohobbat jo kisi aur ki mohobbat ko mita k haasil ki jaye" her voice cracked at the last sentence.
Chanda gave her a glass of water but she refused.
"tum jao yahan se humen tanhai me rehna he" Razia told her, Chanda didn't have any other choice.
Razia took out the royal stamp that she used, "abu kyun di aapne hamen esi zimedaari jinse humse hamara sb kuch cheen liya, pehle bhai, phir dost aur ab hamari mohobbat, aur hamari qismat to dekhiye, jisne hamari mohobbat ka sir qalam kiya aaj usi ki begum ban k yahan bethe hen hum" she held the stamp closer to her heart and sobbed
She fell asleep in the same posture, her head was not resting properly.
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At night she woke up thirsty, the room was all dark with a little moonlight entering from the huge windows, she realized that she was laying in the correct posture and her head was perfectly rested on the pillow, the stamp was not in her hand anymore. She turned to the otherside and then sat up panting, he was fast asleep, lying on his chest, his face was on the pillow slightly open, his hair messed up and covering his eyes, he looked like an innocent child as she saw his face in the dim moon light. She moved out of the bed and he woke up, she didn't realize that his hand was resting on her dress and her sudden movement disturbed his sleep. He sat up and rubbed his eyes.
"kya kar rahi hen aap itni raat ko" he said in a sleepy voice, his bare chest shining in the dim moonlight.
"aap ki himmat kese huyi hamare qareeb, hamen laga tha ye sirf hamari khwab gha he" she said turning her face away
"Haan aapki aur hamari hi hai aur to hamen koi nahi dikh rha" he replied
"hamara matlab sirf hamari" she was annoyed
He got out of the bed and put on a brown silk gown, and came close to her.
"Begum sahiba" he whispered in her ears, "nikaah ke baad miyan biwi ki ek hi khwab gha hoti hai"
She moved away. "hamen aapke saath nahi rehna, hamen alag khwab gha chahiye" she demanded
"aapki har khwahish sar aankhon pe begum sahiba, par ye banda majboor he, ye khwahish puri nahi kar payega" he replied and pulled her close, he grabbed her waist tightly and then moved a strand of hair from her face and tugged it behind her ear.
"aap hamari zoja hen ab, ab aapko humse koi door nhi kr skta, aap khud bhi nahi" his voice was intense and his gaze made Razia uncomfortable. He lowered her eyes. He came close to her, and leaned forward to kiss her but she pushed him.
"door rahiye humse, hamare andar aur taqleef sehne ki gunjaish nahi rahi ab" saying this she left the room.
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