Everyone in the crowd, including him, was astonished to see a woman in a sword contest. Jalal was taken back seeing women in a sword fight; women could not be in this contest. His sharp eye viewed the audience's reaction; like him, the crowd was in awe expression.

She was terrified, but fortunately, when she fell, she faced the other side of the viewers, so none of them could see her face. Her long, shiny, beautiful hair covered her back and side of her face. Before anyone could act in response, she took her cover-up in a blink of an eye, she hopped out from the contest ground. While walking at a face pace, she covered her face again.

Without wasting a second, Jalal also jumped out of the fence and quietly tracked her. The realization hit her, fear increased, grasping what could have happened if her identity was unveiled to the public. While panting noisily, she walked with haste for about ten minutes; Jalal covertly followed her, keeping enough distance. She entered in a quiet area surrounded by trees, then walked further for a few minutes, and came out towards the temple's backside, near a small pond and lonely quiet place.

It was a bright and sunny afternoon; sluggish calm winds made the atmosphere pleasant, a beautiful waterfall and a quiet river making this surrounding attractive. In deep stillness, the melodious sound of birds chirping was audible.

She paced towards the big stone near the river shore and looked around for Moti, her childhood friend and maid helper, but she reached earlier than the decided time.

Still, her doe-like innocent beautiful eyes were fluttering with fright. Her bright forehead had a deep line of stress. She never liked to stay in constraining lines drawn by her royal parents. She loved to break boundaries and go on adventurous rides, but she feared out of respect to get caught. She mumbled while looking at the sky, "You saved my day, God Krishna (Hindu God); otherwise, Masa would have killed me."

While waiting for Moti, she sat on the rock, took off her cover-up and turban, began to untie her long silky tresses. Her mind off to reminiscence the entire event. Once again, her heart skipped a bit, thinking about the brave warrior. '. Finally, after three years of winning, someone could stand against a fiery princess of Amer Jodha in a sword fight. He was not only skilled but so built; any woman would die for his one look. When he lost balance, and then the way he smirked was enchanting. Who was he? When I saw his eyes the first time, I shivered for a second as if lightning passed through me. The way he fought felt like he was not attacking me purposely but was only analyzing my skills. His quick approach and fencing method were astounding; I have not seen this type of tactic in any warrior yet. Seeing his glow on his face and magnificent personality, maybe he is a prince or a king, but I would like to see him again. His mesmerizing dark eyes, magnetic aura enchanted her.'

Jalal was still trying to see her face, but her face was on another side. He was dazed and impressed by her sword skill. He said to himself, 'whoever this girl is, I have to meet her once, who could stand against Jalal for ten minutes. No doubt, I tested her skills and didn't attack her, but her speed, moves, quickness, and sharp turns fascinated me. The average soldier cannot stand against me for more than two minutes, and she lasted for ten minutes. It was remarkable how promptly she sneaked out of the ground before anyone could think further. Whoever you are, you have impressed the Mughal King, Jalalludin Mohammad.'

Jalal awestricken with her sword fighting skills, and Jodha was captivated by his sword fighting skill and impressive royal look.

His curiosity was increasing by every second; within a minute, he ran out of his patience. With a silent step, he paced towards her.

Standing behind her, Jalal alleged sarcastically in a thick tone, "So you have accepted your defeat and ran away from the arcade." After a short pause, he added proudly, "No one can stand against me in a sword fight."

His powerful voice roused her from daydreams, arousing her anxiety of being watched; She promptly twisted towards him masking her fear with her sword on Jalal's neckline. For a moment, she was motionless. Seeing his impressive kingly look, young heart lost senses, but soon she restrained herself and snapped in a thick rowdy tone, "Do not forget true Rajvanshi don't give up easily, I rather accept to die than defeat. I do not put my sword down." Her hazel eyes sparkled with pride.

When she turned back toward him, Jalal became speechless seeing her seductive beauty; desire flared up in a flash. Her one meek gaze charmed him and utterly smitten him, he dimly murmured, ignoring her arrogant speech, "You are truly 'Registan ka Gulab, an enchanting desert rose." Without taking his eyes off her, he mumbled to himself, 'Yaa Allah, what a beauty. Her doe-like deep fiery eyes are mesmerizing and so delicate but yet powerful sharp features. Her fair spotless skin looks creamy soft. She has an innocent face, but with royal grace. Her curvy sensual figure can make any sensible man crazy for her. Out of my five thousand begums and concubine, none of them can stand against her beauty and bravery.' He utterly bemused and lost in her charm, ignoring the sword on his neck; without a blink, he stared at her lustrous face, which looked more radiant in the sun.

His constant penetrating stare made her uncomfortable and irritated. She got annoyed seeing his fearless smirk; she pushed her swords closer to his neck and furiously yelled, "Stop staring at me."

Without breaking his gaze, he asked her, "Who are you?"

Jodha cross-questioned him in a solid voice, "Who are you? And why you followed me?"

The touch of the sword on his neckline broke the beauty spell. Her arrogant voice brought a grin on his lips; he whispered in a sensual tone, "Looks like you are going to kill me without a fight."

His soft tone relaxed her; she took off the sword from his neck and asked him in a demanding tone while looking straight in his eyes, "Who are you?"

For a quick moment, he glanced at her with a mysterious gaze then responded with a peculiar tone, "I am the king of the Hindustan, and I am following you because you have amazed me with your beauty and bravery; I cannot take my eyes off you."

She chuckled bitterly for few seconds, then with an awe expression, she stated, "Ohhh...The King of the Hindustan? So, you are claiming that you are the Jalaluddin Mohammad?" substantial resentment was audible in her tone. She paused for a moment and continued in a harsher tone, "The Ruthless, cruel, womanizer, a Casanova Jalaluddin Mohammad. You didn't find anyone else to boaster. Have you ever seen yourself in the mirror? You do not look like Mughal from any angle. Suppose I had even one-ounce of doubt that you are a bloody Mughal. My sword would not have stopped at your neck." Again, she chuckled but mockingly, "Jalal will not dare to put his feet in Amer." She ended her speech with pride.

Even after hearing her thoughts about himself and Mughals, he again got charmed by her arrogant laugh. Her divine beauty utterly enchanted him.

Soon his self-condemnation echoed in his ear; he came to his real senses. His deep sharp eyes were soft, but his expression hardened. He was boiling with rage inside but kept his emotions in his control. While looking in piercing eyes, he asked in a direct tone, "Oh! Why do you think that Jalal will not dare to step in Amer?"

Naively she responded but with full of pride, "He will not even dare to think about coming to Amer; I have killed Jalal's five warriors all by myself alone. When Amer princess Jodha can kill his five soldiers alone, what will happen to him when the entire Amer's force attacks on them?" She was too gratified at herself and flaming hot while answering overconfidently to Jalal.

Seeing the pride on her face and overconfidence, he meanly grinned. "OH!!! So, you are the Amer Princess Jodha!!!" Hmmm." He smirked darkly again.

Naïve, innocent young princess Jodha realized that she has been talking to a stranger and unwittingly revealed that she is a princess. Her prideful face turned pale.

Seeing her worried face, Jalal instantly asked quizzically in a threatening tone, "So Princess Jodha, what if King Bharmal will come to know that you took part in sword practice and broke the rule?"

She squinted her eyes and responded in a bold tone, "Oh! So indirectly, you are threatening me." She paused and continued with a warning in a louder tone, "Listen, whoever you are, open your ears and your brainless mind; Jodha is a fearless princess; no one can put her in any boundaries. By the way, I have one piece of advice for you, if you certainly love your life, then never use your stupid witticism about those cruel, monster Mughals in Amer; your over insolent mouth can take your life."

Jalal was observing this arrogant but innocent, beautiful princess. Her sharp, fiery attitude, ruthless words for Mughals directly hit on his pride. The first time he tasted bitterness and sweetness together. His Mughal blood boiled up with her harsh words. He felt like to show her at that second what Mughals can do; he knuckled his fist in a fury to control his anger. But his sharp manipulative political mind scrambled, and instead of taking his anger out, he spitefully grinned and thought, 'Princess Jodha, you have entered the lion den. You have no clue that your words will give you unbearable pain for your entire life; I will crush your pride and ego every day till you forget Amer from your memories. You will regret painfully for your arrogance. One day you will bend down to massage my feet. Jalal will never let you forget this day.'

Again, his razer-sharp eyes lingered with an unyielding secretive stare that made her alarmed. Jodha shouted, "Stop staring at me as you had never seen any women before" After a long pause, she asked in a thick tone, "WHO ARE YOU?"

Jalal suddenly realized that he had sent Abdul on a dangerous mission to discover more secrets about Amer. He needs to be with him soon; otherwise, he will be captured by the Amer army. He didn't want to leave this arrogant, beautiful princess, but he had no choice.

He came very close to her and whispered darkly, "Princess Jodha, I have seen thousands of women closely, but none of them is like you. It seems like you have put some enchanted spell on me that I cannot take my eyes off you."

Even though his sound was gentle, but dominance in his tone was intimidating. Jodha futilely tried to mask her blush with anger; she asked in a grouchier sound, "Stop flirting with me and answer me; who are you?"

Jalal ardently smirked, seeing her irritated face, and said in a mysterious tone, "Princess Jodha... I will come back to get you at any cost, and you will find out very soon, WHO AM I!"

Before Jodha could reply, Jalal walked off with an alarming foxy grin on his face. After taking a few steps, he slightly turned; when her eyes met again with the piercing gaze of a shrewd man, a shiver ran down her spine. The way his eyes dissected her seemed as if he was warning her.

Completely lost in her mesmerizing beauty, while walking, he said in an undertone, "Princess Jodha." he turned back to see her one more gaze, seeing her confused expression, his lips curved with a deep smirk, then rapidly he disappeared in the trees. He said to himself, 'I cannot wait to take you in my control in a dreamy state.' At that time, he decided that he will acquire her no matter what happens. She belongs to HIM only.

Jodha startlingly saw him walking out from there while thinking who he was? His robust dominating attitude utterly struck her; his bravery, bright look, and charm, especially his captivating sharp devil eyes, fascinated her the most. She murmured, 'he is surely a Royal king of Rajvansh.'

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