Gladiator-untold love story

This story is about a warrior from the east who was considered to be the best swordsman of his time. And his name was Qasim!
Qasim was the most loyal slave of the king of Abahustan in the east. Qasim was a very loyal and fearless slave warrior. Due to which many kingdoms used to tremble at the name of Qasim. Due to which all those kingdoms used to accept defeat without fighting. All the kingdoms felt that there was no kingdom left in the east which Qasim had not destroyed. Till now Qasim was thinking this..

Far away from all this, in the north, there was a city called Multan. Where God had made a city a paradise with his natural beauty. This is why this city was also called a holy city. One night, the king of Abu Hustan sent his most loyal slave Qasim to subjugate the city of Multan. Qasim set out to subjugate the city of Multan on the orders of the king.

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Brave young man Qasim attacked Multan in the darkness of the night as per the orders of his king. Before the people of Multan could understand anything, Qasim conquered Multan in a moment and his soldiers looted the entire city. As usual, his soldiers also made the princess of this place captive for their king.

The king of Abahustan makes the princess of every conquered city a victim of his lust and then makes her a prostitute and sells her in the kingdom. After looting the city of Multan, brave slave Qasim went back to Abahustan in his arrogance. While returning, Qasim's soldiers saw on the way that the day was ending and soon it would be night. The soldiers injured in the war would not be able to travel at night.

Therefore, we should rest here tonight and move ahead as soon as the morning comes. But as usual, Kasim was being blown away by the praises he was receiving from his king. Kasim was thinking in his mind about all the preparations that were to be made on his return. Like, the entire Abhustan would be decorated on his return. All the beautiful girls of the city would just look at me and shower beautiful flowers on me. Beautiful musical instruments would be played at various places in the city. And there would be loud salutes from cannons.

Qasim was in his mind taking care of all the preparations that were going to happen on his return. As if his return will be decorated completely. All the beautiful girls in the city will only see me and the beautiful flowers will rain on me. Beautiful instruments will be played from place to place in the city. Cannon will loudly salute from Tire.

When I reach my king in the court, he will praise my bravery and hug me. Then I will bow down with great respect and kiss his hands. Thinking all this, Qasim kept moving forward, when a soldier came close to Qasim and said - the day is about to end. Soon it will be night too. It will be difficult to travel in the darkness of night. Many of our soldiers are injured, due to which our speed is slowing down. We should find a safe place and rest till morning.

Qasim stopped his horse and started looking at all his injured soldiers in his army. Then he saw his tired soldiers who were guarding the palanquins of the captured princess and other beautiful girls with swords in their hands. Qasim was looking at the palanquins when he saw two beautiful eyes peeping out of a palanquin. Qasim suddenly felt a tickling sensation in his hands, heard his heart beat faster, and his body automatically started to go loose.

There was a magical attraction in those eyes, sitting in the lap of his Adil. Wherever he looked, he saw stars shining with the light of ecstasy. He was not hit by a spear, a dagger, no one had cast a spell on him.
No, he was feeling a pleasant unconsciousness, a taste of pain, a sweet feeling of intoxication and a condition of crying filled with a pleasant sting in his heart. He felt like crying, he might have cried on hearing someone's cry of pain, he would have become desperate. His feeling of pain had awakened, which is the first stage of love. After a moment, he ordered - today we will stay here.

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Half the night had passed, the men of the army were fast asleep. Torches were lit all around, and the soldiers of the army were sitting and yawning. But Qasim was not sleepy. He was sitting in his spacious and luxurious tent and thinking—

Is it a big crime to take a look at this young woman? I agree that she is the princess of the king of Multan and my king wants to brighten his harem with her. But my only wish is to take a look at her and that too in a way that no one gets to know. And even if it is a crime, then I will commit it right now. I have just killed thousands of innocent people with these very hands.

Will sins be forgiven in God's court just because they were committed on the king's orders? Whatever it may be, taking a look at a beautiful woman is not a bigger crime than killing someone. At least I don't think so.
Qasim was a religious young man. He kept pondering over the moral aspect of this act for a long time. Why would a hero who conquered Multan think of other obstacles?

He stepped out of his tent and looked. The begums' tents were pitched a little distance away. Qasim had deliberately pitched his tent near them. Many torches were burning around these tents and five Habshi Khawajasaras were strolling outside the tents with naked swords.

Seeing this, Qasim came back inside and lay down on his bed and started thinking. Will these wretched people not be able to sleep? And why are so many torches burning all around? It is necessary for them to be extinguished. That is why I called out—Masroor! Masroor! Masroor!
- Sir, please tell me? What happened!
- Put off the torches, I am not able to sleep.
- Sir, the night is dark.
- Yes. So.
- As you wish.
Masroor left and in a moment all the torches were extinguished, darkness prevailed. After a while a woman came out of the princess's tent and asked- Mushroom! Mushroom!
The princess asks, why were these torches extinguished?
Mushroom said- It is the wish of the commander. You people be careful. I do not think his intentions are clear.

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Qasim, restless with curiosity, would sometimes lie down. Sometimes he would sit up, sometimes he would start walking. He would come to the door again and again to look. But the five Khawajasaras were standing outside the tents. At this time, Qasim was only concerned about how to see the princess. The worry of the consequences, the fear of disgrace and the danger of the royal anger were suppressed under that strong desire.

Just then the clock struck once. Qasim was startled as if something unexpected had happened. Just like a complainant sitting in the court is startled on hearing his name being called. Oh, it will be morning in three hours. The tents will be dismantled. The army will leave from here. Time is short, now there is no scope for delay or hesitation. We will reach Delhi tomorrow. Why should the desire remain in the heart, somehow these wicked Khawajasaras should be fooled. He came out and called out- Masroor! Masroor!
– Sir, please tell me.
– Are you alert?
– Sir, you did not blink even a moment.
– You must be feeling sleepy, such a cold wind is blowing.
– When your master himself has not rested yet, how can the slaves sleep?
– I want to trouble you a little.
– Tell me.
– You have five men with you, take them along and take a round of the army. And see what the people are doing. Often the soldiers gamble at night. The hawks go to the nearby areas and have fun. Be a little cautious. Masroor- But the ground will be empty here. Qasim- I will be alert till you come. Masroor- Whatever you wish Sir. Qasim- I have entrusted you with this service considering you to be respected, Insha Allah you will be rewarded for this with respect. Masroor said in a low voice- My slave understands all your tricks. Insha Allah you will also get a reward for this from the government. And then he said loudly- This is a great kindness of yours. In a moment all five Khawajasaras went towards the army. Qasim saw them going. The ground was cleared. Now he could go to the camp without any fear. But now Qasim realized that going inside was not as easy as he was explaining. The aspect of crime had disappeared from his eyes. Now the focus was only on the apparent difficulties.

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Qasim came to the princess's tent stealthily. Although there was no need to come stealthily. In that silence, even if he had walked running, no one would have known. He listened to the tent closely, but did not hear anyone. He was relieved. Then he took out a knife from his waist and with trembling hands cut two-three ropes of the tent. A way to go inside was found.

He peeped inside. A lamp was burning. Two maids were lying on the floor and the princess was sleeping on a velvet mattress. Qasim's courage increased. He crept inside, and stealthily went near the princess and started drinking the nectar of her heart-captivating beauty. Now he was not afraid of the fear that he had felt when he came to the tent. He had thought of a way to escape if needed.

Qasim stood like a statue for a minute and kept looking at the princess. Her black locks were loose and hiding her cheeks. It was as if a shining poetic thought was hidden in the black letters. Where is this fun, this mingling, that radiance in this world of clay? Qasim's eyes got intoxicated by this sight. His heart was filled with a kind of frenzy that increased enthusiasm and was not afraid of the consequences. Anxiety took the form of desire. There was impatience and passion in the desire, a frenzy in the desire and the joy of pain. A wave-like urge arose in his heart to rub his head on the feet of this beautiful lady, to cry in front of her, to sacrifice his life at her feet, to propose his love, to express his grief and he fell into the vortex of lust.

Qasim kept thinking for half an hour with his head bowed near the feet of that beautiful queen, how to wake her up. As soon as she turned, he would tremble with fear. The bravery which had won Multan, left him.
Suddenly Qasim's eyes fell on a golden rose-covered blanket which was kept on a stool nearby. He picked up the rose-covered blanket and stood there wondering whether to wake the princess or not? When we see a gold nugget lying around, we hesitate in picking it up, the same was happening to him at that time. Finally, he gathered courage and sprinkled several drops of rose water on the princess's radiant face. The lamp was decorated with a string of pearls.
The princess opened her eyes in surprise and seeing Qasim standing in front of her, she immediately pulled the veil over her face and said softly - Masroor!... Masroor!

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Qasim said-
Masroor is not here, but consider me as your humble and brave servant. Whatever order is given, there will not be even the slightest objection in its execution. The princess pulled the veil further and went and stood in a corner of the tent.
Qasim experienced his power of speech for the first time today. He was a very soft spoken and serious man. He always hesitated in expressing the feelings of his heart, but at this time the words started coming on his tongue like raindrops. A sound of pain is produced in the flow of deep water.

Qasim said-
I know that this impudence of mine has been unpleasant for your delicate health. Princess, I bow my head for whatever punishment you deem fit. Ah, I am that unfortunate, black-hearted person who has defiled his name with the blood of your old father and dear brothers. Thousands of young men of Multan were killed by my hands, a beautiful kingdom was destroyed.

The royal family was in trouble and you had to see this day. But at this moment your culprit is present in front of you with his hands tied. At your one signal he will sacrifice himself at your feet and the world will be cleansed of his impure life.

Today I came to know how lust makes a man commit sins under the veil of bravery. This is just the fire of greed, it is just a murderous poison hidden in ashes, closed in a pleasant glass! If only my eyes had opened earlier, then a famous royal family would not have been reduced to dust like this. But this candle of love, which lit up in my heart yesterday evening, filled this dark corner with light. This is the blessing of those spiritual feelings which arose in my heart yesterday, which freed me from the prison of shame.
After this Qasim described his restlessness and heartache and the pain of separation in very sad words, so much so that he ran out of words. His desire to tell his story was fulfilled.

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But that lustful captive did not move from there. His desires took him one step further. What was the achievement of this story of mine? If I had to tell only the pain of the heart, then I could have told it to a picture. That picture would have listened to the story of my sorrow more attentively and silently. I wish I too had heard the sweet voice of this queen of beauty. She too would have told me something about her heart. I wish I knew what effect this story of my pain had on her heart. I wish I knew whether the fire in which I am burning reaches her or not.

Who knows if it is true that love is first born in the heart of the beloved. If it were not so, then why would that patience-breaking gaze fall on me? Ah, how much I would enjoy the words of this goddess of beauty. I could hear the song of the nightingale, how lovely her voice would be, how pure, how radiant, immersed in nectar, and if she also loves me, then who else in this world would be more fortunate than me?

Qasim's heart began to jump with this thought. He felt a movement in his veins. Despite this, there was a danger of the maids waking up and Masroor returning. The desire to talk to each other made him impatient, and he said-
Queen of beauty, this wounded heart deserves your kind glance. Won't you have some mercy on its condition?

The princess looked at him from behind her veil and said –
How can someone who himself deserves mercy show mercy to others? It is futile to expect a bird in captivity, which has neither words nor wings, to sing. I know that tomorrow evening I will stand before the cruel king of Delhi with my hands tied like a captive. My honour, my status and my pride will not depend on my family honour but on my looks. Fate will have its full share. Who is the man who will desire this life?

Ah, today the princess of Multan is forced to become a victim of the lust of a cruel, cunning, sinful man. Go away. Leave me to my fate. I am unlucky, it may happen that you too have to become a victim of the royal anger along with me. There are so many things in my heart but why should I say them, what will I achieve? It is better that this secret remains a secret. You have true bravery and self-respect.

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You will make a name for yourself in the world, you will do great things, may God bless your intentions – this is the prayer of this troubled woman. I say with all my heart that I have no complaint against you. Today I have come to know how pure love is from hatred. It does not even hesitate to hide its face in that hem. Which is stained with the blood of its loved ones.

Ah, this wretched heart is boiling. Close your ears, she is not in her senses, do not listen to her. I only request you not to forget this poor woman. The memory of that sweet dream will always remain fresh in my heart. This dream will keep giving solace to the heart in the captivity of the harem. Do not break this dream. Now for God's sake, go from here, lest Masroor comes, he is a tyrant. I fear that he deceived you. He may be hiding somewhere here, be on your guard against him. God bless you!

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A state of unconsciousness descended upon Qasim. Like a yogi experiences after listening to the song of his soul. What he could not have expected even in his dreams had been fulfilled. The veins of his neck bulged with pride. He realized that there was no one more fortunate than him in the world. If I wanted, I could enjoy the beauty of this beauty's garden. I could get intoxicated with this cup. Ah, how intoxicating, how blessed life would have been. Till now Qasim's love was like the milk of a milkmaid, the yearning of the princess's heart mixed with water burnt the water and created the color of truth. His heart said-

What can I not do for this queen of beauty? There is no trouble that I cannot bear, there is no fire that I cannot jump into, whom do I fear? Of the king?
I am not the king's slave, I am not the one to stretch my hands in front of him, I am not dependent on him. My valour can be appreciated in every court. Today I will break the chains of slavery and go to that country where even the angels of the king cannot fly.

Having been blessed with beauty, I do not want anything else. Why should I stifle my desires now? Why should I let my wishes be engulfed by disappointment? In a state of frenzy, he took out a sword from his waist and said with passion – As long as I have strength in my arms, no one can even look at you. Even if he is the king of Delhi! I will make a river of blood flow in the streets and markets of Delhi, I will shake the roots of the Sultanate, I will turn the royal throne upside down, and if I am unable to do anything, I will die. But I will not see this humiliation of yours with my own eyes.

The princess slowly came close to him and said-
I have full faith in you, but you will have to restrain yourself and be patient for my sake. For your sake I will bear all the troubles and atrocities of the palace. Your love will be the support of my life. This belief that you consider me your maid, will always take care of me. Who knows fate may bring us together again. Qasim said arrogantly-
Why should you go to Delhi! We can reach Bharatpur by morning.
Princess- But we cannot go outside India. It is possible that we may spend our lives in forests and deserts by becoming a thorn in the eye of Delhi but will not get peace. Do not close your eyes to the reality, live, God has given you bravery, but it will break after hitting the mountain. Qasim's enthusiasm subsided a bit. The veil of illusion disappeared from my eyes.

It is a human trait to talk too much in the world of imagination. Qasim could clearly see his helplessness. Of course, my tantrums are a joke. What is my status in comparison to the King of Delhi? One gesture from him can erase my status. He said in a longing tone-

Suppose, we have to spend our lives in jungles and deserts, so what? Lovers enjoy a walk in the garden even in the darkest corner. There is that isolation in love like that of the fakirs and dervishes, which does not even raise their eyes towards the blessings of the world.
Princess-But when is it possible for me to put you in these dangers for my own good? I have heard the stories of the atrocities of the King of Delhi, I get goosebumps remembering them. May God not bring that day when even a hair of yours is harmed because of me. Discussions of your battles, news of your well-being, will give me solace and strength in this captivity. I will bear the troubles and burn in the fire laughing and will not let any wrinkles come on my forehead. Yes, I will make the heart of the King of Delhi mine, only for your sake so that I can say a few good things for you when I get a chance.

But Qasim still did not move from there. His desires were getting fulfilled beyond his expectations. His lust also kept increasing in the same manner. He thought that if the spring of our love is only a guest of a few moments, then why should we spoil those happy moments by worrying about the future. If it is not written in my fate to get this blessing of beauty, then why should I let this opportunity go from my hands. Who knows whether we will meet again or not? Whether this love will remain or not?
He said- Princess, if this is your final decision, then what other option do I have except longing and disappointment? I will be sad, but I will be patient. Now come here for a moment and sit beside me so that this restless heart gets solace.

Come, let us forget for a moment that the hour of separation is standing on our heads. Who knows when this day will come? Luxury makes us forget the memories of the poor, let's sit together for a while. Bring relief to this burning soul with the amber fragrance of your love. Let these arms become chains around the neck. Let your crystal-like hands fill the cup of love and feed me. Let there be such periods of the sea that we get drunk! Let the intoxication in the heart be of such a deep color that it is not affected by the bitterness of separation. Let us drink that colored wine that irrigates the field of these scorched desires and quenches the thirst of this soul forever.

The rounds of welcoming began. The glass of red wine in the crystalline palm of the princess looked as if a lotus flower had bloomed on the crystalline surface of water. Qasim, oblivious to the world, kept serving cup after cup as if a robber was after the loot. His eyes became red, his neck bent, and he became intoxicated by drinking. He kept staring at the princess with lustful eyes. He moved ahead with open arms when the clock struck four and the heart-rending sound of the drum of the drum reached his ears. His arms remained open. The girls sat up, the princess stood up and the unfortunate Qasim came out of the tent with desires in his heart, as if the spread claws of fate had pushed him out. When he came to his tent, his heart was full of desires. After some time, the desires took the form of lust and when he came out, his heart was filled with desires. The spider web of lust had become iron chains for his soul.

It was a pleasant evening. The cool morning breeze was slowly raising waves in the sea. Brave and lucky Qasim, after conquering the front of Multan, came drunk with the wine of pride. The streets of Delhi were decorated with festoons and flags. The fragrance of roses and kewda was spreading all around. The naubatkhanas played their beautiful tunes everywhere. The cannons raised their loud welcome calls. The beauties of the city started shining like stars in the windows above.
Flowers started raining on Qasim. When he reached near the royal palace, the great nobles and nobles were standing in a queue to welcome him. With this pomp he reached the Diwan-e-Khas. His mind was in seventh heaven at this time. Looking at the king with eager eyes, he reached near the king and kissed the royal throne. The king came down from the throne smiling and with open arms came forward to embrace Qasim. Qasim bowed down to kiss his feet respectfully when suddenly a bolt of lightning struck his head. The sharp dagger fell on the king's neck and his head got separated from the body and fell down. Fountains of blood leapt towards the king's feet, towards the throne and towards Masroor who was standing behind the throne, as if it was an enraged fire snake.

The injured body cooled down in a moment. But both the eyes kept staring at the walls for a long time like two statues struck by desire. Eventually, they also closed. Lust completed its work. Now only desire was left. Which remained on the walls of Diwan-e-Khas for years and whose glimpse is still visible in the form of grass and straw on Qasim's tomb.

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