'Salim...what'? Not trusting what h

'Salim...what'? Not trusting what her ears just absorbed, the principal decided to let it come all over again. Hence she repeated, 'what did u say? Salim what?'



'Salim Singh Rajput'. Jodha replied in a much annoyed tone. Her face had enough lines visible to portray her disgust with this curiosity-laden query of confirmation. Sensing her annoyance, principal decided to let this issue slip under carpet for time being. 'Well...yes...of course...why not'. After fumbling a few second for a suitable reply, she pushed a form across the table and asked Jodha to sign at the bottom. 'You just sign here Mrs...aa...Mrs...', leaving this address incomplete, principal looked up at Jodha hoping to get an answer to fill in her blank. 'Miss...Miss Jodha Singh Rajput'. With giving an extra stress on MISS, Jodha filled in the blank created by the principal, unknowingly making a hundred more of them in her mind. 'Salim doesn't have a father. I am his only parent'. Finishing all these in an authoritative tone, Jodha gave a stern look at the principal. 'Anything else?' a silent question that Jodha's frown hurled at the overzealous principal. Bumping into a tough opponent, principal decided to hang her shoes. Hence, without wasting any time further, she shifted her focus to the little soul sitting quietly beside his mother. 'Welcome to the Heritage Academy ... Salim', uttered the principal. A winning smirk adorned Jodha's face.



Giving a good by kiss on Rico's forehead, Jodha walked out of the principal's office, leaving her son behind to conquer his first challenge on his own.



Jodha's phone rang into life as she came out of the school. She fishes out the cell from her much crowded hand bag. A look at the caller's name spreads a smile across Jodha's otherwise worry stricken face. She hurriedly received the call. 'Ammijan aapka pota school me bharti ho gaya hai', Jodha answered the caller in a comforting tone.



'Beta admission fee kitna laga?' asked the worried lady on phone.

'Ammijan I told you na...agar paise lage toh main aapse mang lungi. You need not to worry at all', Jodha tried to pacify the caller.

'That's the problem beta...you never ask for anything', the lady on phone was determined to go on with this.

'I never ask because...I never felt the need to Ammijan. And leave these things to me. Aap bataiye aapki tabiyat ab kaisi hai? Aap Kolkata kab a rahi hai? Hum bohot miss karte hai aapko Ammijan', while coming close to the end of this line, Jodha could felt her voice chocking with a rush of emotion.

'I miss you too beta...bohot jee karta hai, tum logo ko dekhu...kitne din ho gaye Salim ko gale lagaye hue...mera bachha...' the lady couldn't conclude what she began, as tears chocked her voice. Both of them have lost their words...became silent while putting a fight against their overpowering emotions. A lull was venerating the emotion...the feeling...they have for each other...this silence cried out all those words, these two souls couldn't utter.



'Tum log thik to ho na beta?' due to some unknown fears, the lady resumed again.

'Jee Ammijan hum thik hai. Abhi rakhti hoon...will talk to you later', dragging this line to end Jodha quickly cut the call...she had to. How can she go on lying her Ammijan that everything is fine...how can she harp on the fact that 'THEY are fine'...while Jodha only knows how fine they are...how she managed Rico's admission fee. How much tough it's for her to fight this all alone. kaise kahoon ammijan main kaisi hoon...Leaving a deep sigh Jodha strolls forward.



MUMBAI

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Night descends on the palatial snow white IMPERIAL HOUSE at the sea-side of Bandra. Inside all are embracing solace in their slumber except two...Maham and her son Adham.

'Jalal kab wapas ayega Ammijan?' inquired a drunken Adham, who was resting carelessly on this bed couch.

Maham sensed something in this question of her otherwise indifferent son, so she decided to put it to check, 'Ek do din me ajayega. Why?'

'I have a new business idea. Bas Jalal agar paise dede toh...' Adham couldn't conclude his line as a hiccup breaks his going. He controlled his faltering senses and decided to continue but a fuming Maham cuts into this time.

'Khud ko to samhala nehi jata...business kya samhaloge tum!!!...kabhi dekha hai apni taraf...you are such a looser Adham...I am ashamed of you.' Finishing this all in one go, Maham turned away from her son.

'I am not a looser', Adham countered his mother on a higher pitch this time. 'I am not a looser. But Jalal mujhe kuch banne de tab na...har baat pe bhikh mangni padti hai usse...hath jorna padta hai uske saamne...kabhi paiso ke liye...kabhi ghar ke liye...kabhi gadi ke liye. Kyun Ammijan??? Kyun??? jaise ke yeh sab uske akele ka ho. 'Almost shaking with anger and jealousy Adham let it come out all.

Maham turned to face her son; her eyes were blood red with immense rage. She was shaking with anger. Maham knew this son of her will someday die a miserable death due to his dumbness and his habit of uttering wrong word at the wrong time. This time she couldn't control herself and lashes out at Adham. 'One thing you should get very clear Adham...yeh sab Jalal ke akele ka hi hai. Uske baap ka hai...hum sab uske ghulam hai...jab tak humare sar pe Jalal ka hath hai tab tak sab kuch hai, jis din yeh hath uth gaya...samjho ALL GONE.', Maham almost whispers this in a hissing tone.

'Magar uske baap ne aap se bhi toh nikah kiya tha...us hisab se toh main uska bhai hua na...to fir IMPERIAL pe mera bhi toh haq banta hai? So what that am a son from your first marriage...', an adamant Adham asked.

'Bewakuf!!!' yelled Maham and continued, 'According to the MUGHAL Inheritance Law, only biological son gets the right over property. Not the adopted or tumhari tarah step-brother.', a disgusted Maham continued, 'Jalal ek MUGHAL hai...uske jism me SHAHI khoon hai...Jalal jo hai, tum woh kabhi nehi ban sakte Adham.'

'Magar Ammijan main jo ban sakte hoon, who Jalal kabhi nehi ban sakta', Adham uttered with an evil smirk, gripping his empty glass more tightly.

'Isi baat ka to faida uthana hai Adham', Maham replied with a frown

'Magar kaise ammijan?', asked Adham.

'Yehi toh sochna hai...our bohot jald sochna hai'...dipping in thoughts...how she can use this weakness of Jalal as their weapon to victory, Maham walks out of the room. She knew...she must come out with something or the other very soon, to coronate his son with this MUGHAL legacy.



NEW YORK

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Gulping down his third Martini, Jalal releases his body on the lavish couch. He loosens his tie a bit...opens first two buttons of his shirt. It was a long weary day for Jalal...five meetings back to back...couple of tough calls... tougher decisions...his head was throbbing with ach now. 'Abdul, don't you think aajkal kaam ka pressure jyada bad gaya hai...?' Jalal asked his friend who is sitting near the window, relishing his late night vodka. 'These things are bound to happen Jalal. Sultanat barega toh shahenshah ka kaam bhi barega na'...Abdul played with a wink.

'Shahenshah huh!!! Agar shahenshah hote toh aapne harem me baithke apni 135 no begum se romance kar rahe hote...naki is hotel me tere sath time waste kar rahe hote...in fact Abdul...I don't think those Shahenshah(s) had that much work to do...itna kaam hota toh itni shadiyan nehi kar pate.' Jalal replied with a mild laugh.

'Jaise tum ek bhi nehi kar paye ab tak...' without giving much thought to what he is saying Abdul spoke his mind. But after the words are out and noticing its impact on his friend Abdul thought, 'sh*t... could have avoid this'.

Those words were enough to strike Jalal hard...enough to throw him in front of that horrible truth all over again...enough to wipe off the thin line of smile, adorning his lips a few seconds ago. Facing that fatal reality once again, his whole body stiffened like stone. 'Let's not get into this Abdul.' saying this Jalal walks up to the bar to refill his glass.

'Don't you think you are running away from reality Jalal? Yeh sachh ek na din tumhe face karna hi hai. You can't avoid it all life.' Abdul decided to bring his friend to the shore this time. 'Enough of messing around', he uttered in his mind.

Abdul's words hit the limit for Jalal. He couldn't control his temper anymore. Jalal smashed the glass on the floor, breaking it to thousand pieces. This act of him shocked Abdul to the core; he was on his feet now. 'I am not running away from anything Abdul. Jalaluddin Mohammad never runs away...never', Jalal yelled at the top of his voice.

'Then why are you not getting married!!!' in spite of sensing his friends erupting mood, Abdul decided to go on with his mission.

'You know the reason Abdul. Nothing is hidden from you', uttered Jalal in a painful voice. Tears have already started flogging in his eyes, ready to break loose at any moment.



'I know, but I can't understand Jalal. I know people get married...they have kids...then their world revolve around those lil ones...that's how life is...that's how life is suppose to be. But Jalal duniya me aise bohot log hai jo alag jindegi jeete hai... magar jeete hai...jindegi se mu nehi fer lete' Abdul tried his best to come up with something convincing to his friend.



'You don't know Abdul...' brushing aside his logic Jalal was about to utter something but Abdul impatiently breaks into, what I don't know Jalal?'



'It's not about the marriage or about the kid only...it's about the legacy ... it's about the inheritance of the empire... it's about the future of IMPERIAL Abdul.' an immense rush of pain arises in Jalal's heart and threatens to engulf his entire existence as he uttered those words. He again felt that known pang at heart but this time it was strong enough to swept him away with it...he couldn't bear it anymore...tears started to flow effortlessly from his eyes...but the worst part was yet to come. Jalal felt his heart tearing into pieces when he utter

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' Salim... apa '? Tidak mempercayai apa yang telinganya hanya diserap, kepala sekolah memutuskan untuk membiarkannya datang lagi. Maka ia mengulangi, ' apa yang Anda katakan? Salim apa?' 'Salim Singh Rajput'. Jodha menjawab dengan nada banyak terganggu. Wajahnya memiliki garis-garis cukup terlihat untuk menggambarkan nya muak dengan query ini sarat keingintahuan konfirmasi. Penginderaan jengkel nya, kepala sekolah memutuskan untuk kelepasan masalah ini di bawah karpet untuk waktu. ' Yah... ya... tentu saja... Mengapa tidak '. Setelah meraba-raba beberapa detik untuk Balasan cocok, dia didorong bentuk di seberang meja dan meminta Jodha untuk menandatangani di bawah. ' Anda hanya mendaftar di sini Mrs...AA...Ibu..', meninggalkan alamat ini tidak lengkap, kepala menatap Jodha berharap untuk mendapatkan jawaban untuk mengisi kosong nya. ' Miss...Miss Jodha Singh Rajput'. Dengan memberikan tekanan tambahan pada MISS, Jodha mengisi kosong yang diciptakan oleh kepala sekolah, tidak sadar membuat seratus lebih dari mereka dalam pikirannya. ' Salim tidak memiliki seorang ayah. Aku hanya orangtua '. Menyelesaikan semua ini dalam nada otoritatif, Jodha memberikan pandangan yang tajam di kepala. 'Apa pun?' yang diam pertanyaan kerutan Jodha itu dilontarkan di kepala terlalu bersemangat. Menabrak lawan, kepala sekolah memutuskan untuk menggantung sepatu. Oleh karena itu, tanpa membuang waktu lebih lanjut, dia mengalihkan fokus ke jiwa kecil duduk dengan tenang di samping ibunya. ' Selamat datang di Akademi warisan... Salim', diucapkan kepala sekolah. Menyeringai menang dihiasi Jodha di wajah. Memberikan yang baik oleh ciuman di Rico di dahi, Jodha berjalan keluar dari kantor pimpinan, meninggalkan anaknya untuk menaklukkan tantangan pertama nya sendiri. Jodha di telepon berdering ke dalam kehidupan seperti yang ia keluar dari sekolah. Dia ikan keluar sel dari padanya banyak tas tangan yang ramai. Melihat nama pemanggil menyebar senyum di seluruh Jodha di sebaliknya khawatir tertimpa wajah. Buru-buru, ia menerima panggilan. ' Ammijan aapka pota sekolah saya bharti ho gaya hai', Jodha menjawab pemanggil dalam nada yang menghibur. 'Beta penerimaan biaya kitna laga?' meminta wanita khawatir pada telepon.' Ammijan saya bilang na...agar paise lage toh utama aapse mang lungi. Anda tidak perlu khawatir sama sekali ', Jodha berusaha menenangkan pemanggil.' Itu adalah masalah beta... Anda tidak pernah meminta sesuatu ', wanita pada telepon bertekad untuk pergi dengan ini.' Saya tidak pernah bertanya karena...Aku tidak pernah merasa perlu untuk Ammijan. Dan meninggalkan hal-hal ini kepada saya. AAP bataiye aapki tabiyat ab kaisi hai? AAP Kolkata kab rahi hai? Hum bohot kehilangan karte hai aapko Ammijan', sementara datang dekat dengan akhir baris ini, Jodha bisa merasa nya suara chocking dengan terburu-buru emosi.' Aku rindu padamu juga beta... bohot produksi karta hai, tum logo ko dekhu... kitne din ho gaye Salim ko gale lagaye hue... mera bachha...' wanita tidak bisa menyimpulkan apa yang ia mulai, seperti air mata chocked suaranya. Keduanya telah kehilangan kata-kata mereka... menjadi diam sementara menempatkan melawan emosi mereka kuat. Ada jeda adalah mengagungkannya bukan emosi... perasaan... mereka memiliki satu sama lain... keheningan ini berteriak kata-kata, ini dua jiwa tidak bisa mengucapkan. 'Tum login thik untuk ho na beta?' karena beberapa ketakutan yang tidak diketahui, wanita dilanjutkan lagi.' Produksi Ammijan hum thik hai. Abhi rakhti hoon... akan bicara lagi nanti ', menyeret baris ini ke akhir Jodha cepat memotong panggilan... ia harus. Bagaimana bisa dia pergi di berbaring Ammijan nya bahwa segala sesuatu baik-baik saja... bagaimana dia dapat harpa pada fakta bahwa 'Mereka baik'... sementara Jodha hanya tahu seberapa baik mereka... bagaimana ia berhasil Riko 's biaya pendaftaran. Betapa kuat itu baginya untuk melawan ini sendirian. pance kahoon ammijan kaisi utama hoon...Meninggalkan napas Jodha berjalan-jalan ke depan. MUMBAI------------Malam turun di atas salju megah putih IMPERIAL rumah di tepi laut Bandra. Dalam semua yang merangkul hiburan dalam tidur mereka kecuali dua...Maham dan anaknya Adham.'Jalal kab wapas ayega Ammijan?' bertanya Adham mabuk, yang sedang beristirahat sembarangan di sofa tempat tidur ini.Maham merasakan sesuatu di pertanyaan ini dari anaknya jika tidak acuh tak acuh, sehingga ia memutuskan untuk meletakkannya untuk memeriksa, ' Ek din ajayega. Mengapa?'' Aku punya ide bisnis baru. Bas Jalal agar paise dede toh...' Adham tidak bisa menyimpulkan keturunannya sebagai cegukan istirahat akan nya. Ia dikendalikan indera yang goyah dan memutuskan untuk melanjutkan tapi fuming Maham memotong ke dalam saat ini.' Khud ko ke samhala nehi jata... bisnis kya samhaloge tum!!!.. .kabhi dekha hai apni taraf... Anda adalah seperti Adham longgar...Aku malu Anda.' Menyelesaikan semua ini dalam satu pergi, Maham berpaling dari anaknya.'I 'm not longgar', Adham membalas ibunya pada nada tinggi saat ini. ' Saya tidak longgar. Tapi Jalal mujhe kuch banne de tab na...har baat pe bhikh mangni padti hai usse... telah jorna padta hai uske saamne... Meri paiso ke liye... Meri ghar ke liye... Meri masak DEWE nyuci DEWE ke liye. Kyun Ammijan??? Kyun??? jaise ke yeh sab uske akele ka ho. ' hampir bergetar dengan kemarahan dan iri hati Adham membiarkannya keluar semua.Maham berbalik menghadapi anaknya; matanya yang merah darah dengan kemarahan besar. Dia gemetar dengan amarah. Maham tahu anak ini dia suatu hari nanti akan mati kematian yang sengsara akibat dumbness nya dan kebiasaan mengucapkan kata pada waktu yang salah. Kali ini dia tak bisa mengendalikan dirinya dan bulu mata keluar di Adham. ' Satu hal Anda harus sangat jelas Adham... yeh sab Jalal ke akele ka hi hai. Uske ka baap hai... hum sab uske ghulam hai... tusukan tak humare sar pe Jalal ka telah hai tab tak sab kuch hai, jis din yeh telah uth gaya... samjho semua GONE.', Maham hampir berbisik ini dengan nada mendesis.' Magar uske baap ne aap se bhi toh nikah kiya tha... kita hisab se toh utama uska bhai hua na... kepada cemara Kekaisaran pe mera bhi toh haq banta hai? Jadi apa yang saya seorang putra dari pernikahan pertama Anda...', adamant Adham bertanya.'Bewakuf!' berteriak Maham dan melanjutkan, ' menurut undang-undang warisan MUGHAL, hanya anak-anak biologis mendapatkan hak atas properti. Tidak mengadopsi atau tumhari tarah langkah-kakak.', jijik Maham melanjutkan, ' Jalal ek MUGHAL hai... uske jism saya SHAHI khoon hai...Jalal jo hai, tum yang nehi Meri ban sakte Adham.'' Magar Ammijan utama jo ban sakte hoon, yang melarang Jalal Meri nehi sakta', Adham diucapkan dengan seringai jahat, mencengkeram kaca kosong nya lebih erat.'Isi baat ka faida uthana hai Adham', Maham menjawab dengan kerutan'Magar pance ammijan?', meminta Adham.' Yehi toh sochna hai... kami bohot jald sochna hai'... telanjang di pikiran... bagaimana dia dapat menggunakan kelemahan Jalal sebagai senjata mereka untuk kemenangan, Maham berjalan keluar dari kamar. Dia tahu... ia harus datang keluar dengan sesuatu atau lainnya segera, untuk coronate anaknya dengan warisan MUGHAL ini. NEW YORK---------------Gulping turun nya ketiga Martini, Jalal rilis tubuhnya di sofa mewah. Ia mengendur dasi sedikit... membuka dua tombol kemejanya. Itu adalah hari yang panjang lelah untuk Jalal... lima pertemuan kembali ke kembali... beberapa panggilan sulit... keputusan-keputusan sulit... kepalanya detaknya dengan ach sekarang. 'Abdul, don't you think aajkal kaam ka tekanan jyada buruk gaya hai...?' Jalal meminta temannya yang sedang duduk di dekat jendela, menikmati vodka larut malam nya. ' Semua hal tersebut pasti terjadi Jalal. Sultanat barega toh shahenshah ka kaam bhi barega na'...Abdul dimainkan dengan mengedipkan mata.' Shahenshah ya! Agar shahenshah hote toh aapne harem saya baithke apni 135 tidak begum se asmara kar rahe hote... naki adalah hotel saya membuang-buang waktu sath tere kar rahe hote... pada kenyataannya Abdul...Saya rasa Shahenshah(s) yang punya banyak pekerjaan yang harus do...itna kaam hota toh itni shadiyan nehi kar pate.' Jalal menjawab dengan tertawa ringan.'Jaise tum ek bhi nehi kar paye ab tak...' tanpa memberikan banyak pemikiran untuk apa yang dia katakan Abdul berbicara pikirannya. Tapi setelah kata-kata yang keluar dan memperhatikan dampak pada temannya Abdul berpikir, ' sh * t. ould telah menghindari hal ini '.Kata-kata tersebut sudah cukup untuk menyerang Jalal keras... cukup untuk melempar dia di depan bahwa kebenaran mengerikan seluruh lagi cukup... untuk menyeka garis tipis senyum, menghiasi bibirnya beberapa detik lalu. Menghadapi kenyataan fatal itu sekali lagi, seluruh tubuhnya kaku seperti batu. 'Mari kita tidak mendapatkan ke Abdul ini.' mengatakan Jalal ini berjalan ke bar untuk mengisi ulang kaca nya.' Jangan Anda pikir Anda sedang melarikan diri dari kenyataan Jalal? Yeh sachh ek na din tumhe menghadapi karna hi hai. Anda tidak dapat menghindari semua hidup.' Abdul memutuskan untuk membawa temannya ke pantai saat ini. 'Cukup dari Main-Main', dia mengucapkan dalam pikirannya.Kata-kata Abdul di memukul batas untuk Jalal. Dia tak bisa mengendalikan emosinya lagi. Jalal pecah kaca di lantai, melanggar itu ribu potong. Tindakan ini dia terkejut Abdul sampai ke intinya; Dia berada di kakinya sekarang. ' Tidak menjalankan dari apa Abdul. Jalaluddin Mohammad tidak pernah berjalan jauh... pernah ', Jalal berteriak atas suaranya.'Maka mengapa Anda tidak mendapatkan menikah!' meskipun penginderaan teman-temannya meletus suasana hati, Abdul memutuskan untuk pergi dengan misi-Nya.' Anda tahu alasan Abdul. Tidak ada tersembunyi dari Anda ', diucapkan Jalal dengan suara yang menyakitkan. Air mata sudah mulai cambuk di matanya, siap untuk melepaskan diri setiap saat. 'I know, but I can't understand Jalal. I know people get married...they have kids...then their world revolve around those lil ones...that's how life is...that's how life is suppose to be. But Jalal duniya me aise bohot log hai jo alag jindegi jeete hai... magar jeete hai...jindegi se mu nehi fer lete' Abdul tried his best to come up with something convincing to his friend. 'You don't know Abdul...' brushing aside his logic Jalal was about to utter something but Abdul impatiently breaks into, what I don't know Jalal?' 'It's not about the marriage or about the kid only...it's about the legacy ... it's about the inheritance of the empire... it's about the future of IMPERIAL Abdul.' an immense rush of pain arises in Jalal's heart and threatens to engulf his entire existence as he uttered those words. He again felt that known pang at heart but this time it was strong enough to swept him away with it...he couldn't bear it anymore...tears started to flow effortlessly from his eyes...but the worst part was yet to come. Jalal felt his heart tearing into pieces when he utter