My arrogant love

Love is blind, yes indeed it is. It conquers all. Let’s assume, God created the whole universe in love of his Beloved. He created millions, gave existence to millions of trillions of souls. He created the earth and the sky and whatever lies beneath them. He created stars, planets, Oceans, rivers, realms and everything we see and know. Much to be discovered. Yes God did only in love. In love, to show us and tell us, how much he loves his beloved. Thus this Universe is symbol of love itself. His every creation is in pairs, sun and moon, day and night, water and fire, All are opposite to each other but still connected in someway depending on other. That’s what love is, contrary of one’s self. May be it’s our habit to like things that are way different from us. May be we love twisted life. A twist in love, a twist in life…. That’s what is happened with me. I stood in the crowd like all, seeing him roaring in his speech I’m Shah Jahan, A descendent of ShahanShah-e-Hind(Great king of India), Fateh-e-Azeem(A great conqueror), The crown of the great Mughals, Aurangzeb Alamgeer. Proud and honor glints in his eyes. Indeed He was a great show off. “Today if few scoundrels thinks they can mock our ancestors, people and our faith and go away with it, They are wrong!, He roars, applauses and cheers filled the atmosphere, with this he moved down the stage I followed him as far as I could. He went into chancellor’s office. You can assume his level of arrogance, he don’t even bothered to knock. I awaited along the crowd just to see him. He came out after few minutes raised a paper in air victoriously, “ Here my fellow brothers,” he turned his face all over the crowd. “ The chancellor has reassured that those who had breached their limits and hurt our sentiments and beliefs will be punished as per university rules, and I will make it sure.” He waves the letter at the crowd prideful. His guard encircled him as he barged through the crowd. Still I managed to saw the smiling dimples of pride on his shining face. His alcoholic dark brown eyes were sparkling happily. There are few brown hairs in his black beard. Those hairs are only visible in sunlight. They shines when light falls upon them. I don’t know why I’m attracted to guy who is all opposite of me. But I smiles whenever his eyes. But I sighed softly when a thought went through my mind. He is beyond my reach. Yes of course I’m also a descendent of Taimur Lane but it’s quit different. I’m not reach as him. I don’t have any political background. Neither my family is a business tycoon. We just run a small restaurant. And what to proud about something that’s existed hundreds of years ago. It’s messy, so he is. May be That’s why I’m attracted to that jackass. It's been three years since we met and that was the last meeting. He is our senior in history department and very good in his studies also. It was not more then few seconds long. Where he appreciated my research work about Muslim conquest of Central Asia. That’s then when I saw his smiling dimples. We just Shake hands exchanged customary smiles. And that’s how it ended. The first encounter. That was my last day as third year student so his last as an undergraduate. It was an ordinary day but some noises were going to change my life forever. I reached earlier as always I do. I was waiting in the auditorium when those loud noises echoed in my ears. I was generally under attack by few students of a Hindu organization. Only because ‘Mughal’ is my surname. Osama Hadi Mughal… They lunged upon me out of nowhere. They dragged me to stage and started kicking me anywhere they could. Few colleagues tried to separate me from them but overwhelmed. As those students were also Hindus, they were taunted of being betrayer to their faiths because they tried to save an innocent person . However, they tried but failed as they were less in strength and numbers. As I began to fade, I saw a black shadow, a blur figure in black suit with hockey stick. He smashed those rascals with his stick like professional swordsman. All I remember as they all ran away, he diverged his attention to me laying on the ground. “ hey, stay here, stay with me, don’t fade..” he was patting my face fanatically and trying to keep me conscious. I slightly opened my eyes, rolled all over the room, it seemed to be a private hospital. I tried to raise my head a little. But it hurt badly “aha” I groaned. “ hey don’t move, it will hurt” A sound came from left side of my bed. I tried to take a look but it hurt again. “Ugg” I cried. This time his face appeared before my eyes. That’s him, the smiling dimples, shah jahan. “ I said don’t move, it will hurt,” worries glints in his eyes. I just stared at him smiling at his dimples. A thought crossed my mind, ‘ whenever two souls meant to be on the whole universe join hands to bring them together.’ “wow, it’s true I chuckled” I stared unnecessary and foolishly. “ what are you smiling about” he twitched on my lips. One of few parts of my body without bandage. “ouch” I snorted embarrassedly. “How can you smile in this condition”, Stretching the chair nearer to bed. I pouted my lips where he touched. He noted it well. He gazed at me patently. “ why the hell you didn’t fought back? Neither called for help, huh?” He looked at me vigorously. I don’t know why I was so uncontrollable, I kept smiling at him stupidly. “ they didn’t gave me any space” I sighed. I didn’t cared how badly I was injured. All mattered then was That arrogant fool I wished for, sits before me without any pride honor or arrogance, his side I wanted to see, I wished for, a curled line over his eyes, a worrisome expressions. Real him. That’s him. Finally I got the opportunity to find, What lurked inside those deep brown eyes. I got the chance to write my love story.