I have written a small version of my own. I am not a writer by profession neither by hobby, but these thoughts as to how death must have come to my most favourite couple Alzia is something thats been revolving around my mind for quite sometime. So i decided to jot down my own imagination on it. Now history states 2 versions as to how they must have died. One is at the battlefield fighting Moiz and his army to win back Delhi and one is running away from the battlefield and being killed by robbers. In both the cases, they died together. I have decided to choose on the former one and really do hope that they really did die on the battlefield a hero's death and not by running away.
Its sad i know. Many of u must be shocked as to why I am writing about their deaths instead of their love story. Well in my defense i want to say that, we all know they are eventually gonna die, history is proof of it. Its really hard to accept and it even tears my heart up to even think about that day when their deaths will be shown on TV. But since its a well known fact that they died together makes me feel a lot better about it. So why not embrace it guys and give them a happy and peaceful goodbye instead. They were united in their lifetime and united in death and after death as well.
My story will end with the moral that death, is never the end, its just the next destination. Life is the test, death is the peaceful eternity. 😊
Hope u all will like it. Do give me ur honest comments. Chappals eggs tomatoes etc etc all r welcome
PROLOGUE
It was the afternoon of a typical Delhi summer, heat at its peak. The battlefield looked like an area covered in mild sand storm due to the elephants and horses running about here and there. There was chaos everywhere. So many soldiers from both the sides of the army lay dead upon the ground, some wounded, some still fighting.
He was a little tired, covered in sweat blood and dust. He and his wife, the one and only love of his life, were fighting for hours together like tigers without any respite.
He had lost his armour, helmet and shield whilst fighting. There were several sword cuts around his body, the biggest and most painful one on his chest. His arms and body were swaying to and fro like a professional warrior of the highest order defeating whoever came in front of him. His green eyes were spitting deep anger at his enemies, looking at them into the eye as he slashed them. With one slash he finally cut the throat of a very brave enemy-soldier with whom he had been fighting for a while now.
Altunia looked at the soldier without any pity in his eyes as he fell down dead. He then raised his head back up setting his green eyes forward trying to look out for her. It had been quite sometime before he had seen her now. His gaze became more desperate and worried as he couldn't find her ahead. He looked left and right in anguish. Where was she ? He half wished he had put a bit more efforts in forcing her to stay back in Bhatinda, while he alone marched with the army to Delhi. But she was adamant, she was ziddi, so very much like him. But in front of her, his zidd would bow down humbly. Every wish and every zidd of hers was his command. He had promised her that he would win back Delhi for her or die trying. He wanted to do all that he could to complete her happiness. He knew their army was nothing in size compared to the one of Delhi's. But that did not bother him, he wanted to fight for her even if it meant fighting without an army.
"Ya Maula !" " What have I done ?" "Why didn't I lock her up again instead of allowing her to come here ?" he thought to himself.
He then turned around and narrowed his eyes a bit due to the dust and waves his hands to get rid of it so that he can see more clearly.
And then he saw her, fighting with someone from a little distance ahead from him. Her hair swayed with the wind and her body movements, her sword moved perfectly in sync with the enemy's protecting herself. She too had lost her armour and protective turban. Her face glowed in the blazing hot sunlight, her eyes were full of fire, she did not show a hint of tiredness on her face. She too had lots of cuts on her body and was covered in little sweat and dust. In spite of all this, she looked like an angel, an angel descended from heavens. He breathed a sigh of relief at the sight of her. They had been through several life threatening situations but never before in his life he had been more relieved to see her alive and safe.
He frowned. "This woman will drive me nuts completely one day" he hissed to himself
Then his lips formed into a slow smile from a frown "But then she is the only one who can drive me crazy and that's why I am crazy for her"
He watched her in half-awe and half-adore. Her flexes and reflexes were beautiful. "I have taught her well" he smiled at himself, "But shes getting much better than me"
He noticed the anger in her eyes which was very much evident on her face as well.
Her anger was the thing that drove him crazy the most, made her more desirable and more beautiful to him.
He fought the funny and growing urge inside him to run towards her and take her in his arms and kiss her in front of everyone present there.
"Don't be stupid !" " This is a battlefield and theres a war going on here for crying out loud Mirza !"
"Who cares ?" " Shes my wife" "I can do anything I want to her, do I have to be worried about these douches around me ?"
He was grinning more broadly now with his green eyes completely fixed upon her, lost and mesmerized, watching her move, watch her hair sway, watching her sword in action.
And then suddenly he snapped out of his beautiful thoughts as he saw her fall on the ground with her sword falling a little distance ahead of her and the enemy slowly coming towards her to slash her with his sword with an evil smile. Altunia's eyed widened with horror.
"MOHTARMA !" he screamed running towards her direction watching the soldier ready to strike, her neck being the target.
Note - Please excuse me for any grammatical and spelling errors
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