Riding after hours and hours during the night, passing through the never-ending desert, at last, they reached the border of the Amer kingdom. As they reach their destination, the first beam of the new rising sun comes down to welcome the King of the Kings, Shahanshah E Hindustan Jalaluddin Mohammad (Jalal). The view was breathtaking, the faded orange glow was perfectly melting with the dark sapphire and lavender sky. The endless desert sand was sparkling in the radiance of the rays ... Gradually sun began to plaster over the darkness with the vivid golden shine ... A wicked smirk curved Jalal's lips and his sharp eyes flashed while observing at the massive wall and the huge, strong iron gate of the entrance. The Fifteenth Century was prepared to endorse the most significant event of the era. The moment, his feet touched the Amer sand, a lonely isolated heart known to be cruel and merciless fluttered strangely and began to beat unevenly. A sudden change of feelings made his heart restless.

The words slipped out casually from Jalal's mouth "Abdul, at last, with the first shaft of the sunshine we have reached to our final destination, let 's find out what fate has written for us in the Amer."

Abdul playfully teased "Maybe, Amer Princess, 'A Rose of this desert' princess Jodha"

Jalal tried to mask his curiosity and replied sharply while observing the kingdom "Abdul, what we heard was surely overstated, I am not here for Amer Princess only, once I Conquest Amer then this princess will be mine anyway. We will find out then, how beautiful is she??

"Before any war or attack, Jalal typically likes to visit the kingdom he is about to attack. He heard a lotabout Amer state and Amer princess Jodha's bravery and beauty. He desperately wanted to see princess Jodha, who fought with Mughal's well trained ten soldiers all by herself. Every time Jalal heard Amer and Jodha, he felt an indefinite connection. He was confused and surprised why every time his name make his heart restless and why he felt weird every time he thought about her? this unknown feeling brought this heart less king to amer.

It was a time of Ghangor festival, Ghangor was one of the biggest festivals in the Amer. At this festival, there are many competitions organized. Many Kings and Princes from different states and villages came to take part in this grand celebration. The entire surrounding looked colorful and lively, happiness was clearly visible. Everyone seemed excited and was enjoying this celebration. There were big markets, competitions, camps, food stalls, music, drama, fun activities for kids and many more things. . .

To hide his identity, Jalal disguised as a Hindu prince. He got impressed seeing well - organized arrangements and preparations. He walked around to view the maturation of the market & the richness of Amer, then he walked by competition camps to consider how potent are the soldiers of Amer, He was stunned to see how disciplined and systematic these competitions were taking place. People expressed their love and esteem for their land before they entered, they crouched down to their land. While fighting, all participants were following rules and respecting other fighters. There was 40 arcade ofdifferent competition.

Jalal was passing through his favorite Sword fight competition. He halted there and found out there were two sword fighters were competing. One of the soldiers who was wearing a white outfit looked very different from others, his face was covered up, but he was fighting amazingly. He became fascinated with this soldiers flexibility, moves, and quickness which is the most significant in a sword fight and his petite figure was helping him in moving fast. He was in the top rank winning; he defeated three soldiers one by one in no time. In the end, the announcer declared him as a winner and asked the group "If anyone wants to contend against this brave soldier."

Jalal didn't want to take part since there was a probability for his identity to become discovered. He kept quiet for a while, but then again announcer quizzically asked viewer "So no one can defeat this brave soldier here?" Jalal couldn't hold himself longer so he decided to fight. Winning is everything to him, so he decided to take a risk and entered in the competition.

Jalal roared loudly "I am ready to challenge this fighter and I would love to show him real sword fight" then he gazed at the soldier's doe like big girly eyes and smirks sarcastically.

Jalal jumped the pole and entered within the competition ground. The way he entered with overconfidence another soldier slightly grinned, but as soon his eyes met with Jalal, he got stuck in his place like he's been hypnotized.

Jalal felt little weird the way he was staring at him, he came little closer and asked "Ready" other fighter came back to his senses. The fight began ... Jalal never lost in a sword fight before, in that century, he was the best in entire India in fencing. Other fighter realized right away with the first attempt from him that he is not an ordinary fighter. Other fighter put all of his effort to win this competition. They fought for about ten minutes with different moves and tactics. Jalal was pretty impressed with the fighter's attacks and defense. Jalal fell twice, but he balanced very quickly. So farJalal was only playing defense, first, he wanted to test opponent skill and didn't want to defeat him too quickly to hide his identity. . . At last, he decided to attack and finish this fight. Precipitously he attacked powerfully on a fighter and other fighter lost his complete balance and fell on the ground facing down, his face and hair cover up with the veil which opened up and fell on the ground. . .

What he saw couldn't believe his own eyes. A long silky beautiful hair rested on the ground, a woman in a soldier's outfit. . . Jalal was about to attack again, but his sword stopped outrageously. He had never seen any women in sword fighting, this was a startling shock to him.

Jalal couldn't believe his eyes that he was actually sword fighting with a woman. Everyone in the crowd, including him, was astonished to see a women in sword competition. Women were not allowed to be in this competition. Jalal scanned the audience to see their reaction, soon murmurs began in crowd.

She was extremely frightened, but luckily, when she fell down, she was facing the other side of the viewers and Jalal, so none of them were able to see her face. Her long, shiny and wavy beautiful hair covered her back and side of her face. As soon as he realized that fighter is a woman, he got very curious to see her one gaze, but before he could see her, she swiftly took her cover up from the ground and jumped out from the competition arcade in a sudden flick. While walking hastily, she covered her face quickly again. She took a deep sighed, thinking she didn't get caught.

Without wasting a second, Jalal also jumped out of the ground and quietly tracked her. She wasn t aware of that she was being watched and followed. By every second, gradually her fear was increasing comprehending what could have happened if her identity was unveiled to the public. While panting loudly, she hurriedly walked for about twenty minutes, then ran through a bunch of trees, and came out towards the back side of the temple and near a small beautiful river and lonely quite place.

It was a sunny and cheerful afternoon, sluggish cool winds were making the atmosphere pleasant, a beautiful waterfall and a quiet river was making this surrounding attractive. In deep stillness, melodious sound of birds chirping was clearly audible.

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

still, her doe like innocent beautiful eyes were fluttering with fright. Her bright forehead had a deep line of stress. She was nervous and afraid of her identity getting exposed in the public, and also she was little concerned about her breaking rules, but breaking rules are one of the routine parts of her life. She never liked to stay in constraining lines, which were drawnby her royal parents. She loves to break boundaries and go on adventurous rides, but at the same time she always feared out of respect to get caught. She said to herself, "Thank you God Krishna (Hindu God) for saving me otherwise I would have been huge trouble."

She took a deep breath in and out while taking off her cover up (veil). After about a minute, her fear vanished gradually and her mind began to think about sword competitions. While fixing her long shiny hair, she thought about the person, who defeated her. With a little grin, she said to herself smugly, finally, after five years of winning, someone could stand against Jodha in sword fight, then in a dim tone she murmured 'So strong and trained, who defeated me with her first attack. Hmm. . . Who was he? The The And when I saw his eyes, I felt shivers for a second as if lightning passed through me. The way he fought, at some point, I felt like he was not attacking on me purposely. He was only analyzing my skills, but his sharp approach and method in fencing was astounding, I have not seen this type of tactic in any solider yet. Seeing his glow on his face and magnificent personality, he thought he was definitely a King or Prince, but if he is a Hindu King or a Prince then how come i don't know him. very few rajvanshi kings and prince I don't know personally whoever is but I am not less then anyone.I am princess of Amer

While waiting for Moti, she sat on the rock and got lost in thoughts, she had no hint that Jalal was watching her from behind the trees.

Jalal was still trying to see her face; he was only able to see her from the back side. He was dazed and impressed by her sword skill. He said to himself, whoever this girl is, I have to meet with her once who was able to stand against Jalal for ten minutes. No doubt I was testing her skills and didn't attack on her, but her speed, her moves, her quickness, and sharp turns, are very impressive. Average solider cannot stand against me more than two minutes and she lasted for ten minutes. Whoever you are, you have impressed King of the Kings, Jalalludin Mohammad. It is also remarkable how promptly you slicked out of the ground before anyone could think further.

Jalal had awestruck Jodha with his sword fighting skills and left a lasting impression on her, she was lost in thoughts about his sword fighting skill and his impressive royal look and confidence.

Jalal had awestruck Jodha with his sword fighting skills and left a lasting impression on her, she was lost in thoughts about his sword fighting skill and his impressive royal look and confidence.

Soon he ran out his patience, his curiosity was increasing by every second, lastly he decided to go and see his in person. He slowly walked towards her quietly.

Standing behind her, he 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."

she was realized someone is behind her.she abruptly turned back with her sword and placed it on Jalal's neck. For a moment, her heart skipped a few beats, seeing his kingly impressive look she got lost for a second, but soon, she replied arrogantly "Don't forget true Rajvanshi don't give up easily, I rather accept to die than defeat." I don't put my sword down.

"When she turned back towards him, Jalal forgot to breathe, his heart stopped beating when he saw her for the first time, her first look utterly smitten him. . . he dimly murmured ignoring what she said "You are so beautiful." Oh god. . . what a beauty, what an innocent face, she looks every bit of a beautiful princess, her doe like deep fiery eyes are mesmerizing, she is so delicate, but yet powerful sharp features. Her skin looks creamy soft and spotless. She has innocent feature but gorgeous and royal. 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 was gazing at her glorious face, which was glowing more in the sun.

His penetrating constant stare made her little uncomfortable and irritated. She got more annoyed seeing his fearless smirk.

"Stop staring at me." Jodha furiously yelled

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

Jodha asked the same question crossly "Who are you?? And, why are you following me?" She instantly recognized him that she just had a sword fight with him.

Jalal came out of her beauty spell and back to his senses "Looks like you want to kill me without a fight." He softly said while he wickedly grin at her

his soft tone mellowed her down, she took off the sword from his neck and asked him in insisting commending tone while looking straight in his eyes "Who are you?"

Jalal sarcastically smirked and replied in a mystifying tone "I am the king of Hindustan and I am following you because you have amazed me with your beauty and bravery, I cannot take my eyes off you.

"After hearing him, she gazed him for few more seconds then she faintly but skeptically laughed" Ohhh ... King of the Hindustan??? So you are calming that you are the Jalaludddin Mohammad? ? "She paused for a moment and continued in a harsh tone" The Ruthless, cruel, womanizer, a Casanova Jalaluldin Mohammad. You didn't find anyone else to show off. Have you ever seen yourself in the mirror? You do not look like Mughal from any angle. If I had even one percent doubt that you are a bloody Mughal. My sword would not have stopped at your neck. "Again, she started to laugh but mockingly" Jalal will not dare to put his feet in Amer. "