Junoon - Allauddin Khilji x reader
1.7k words! Bolti kya hu karti kya hoon, sorry to all who were waiting for the Uzair fic🥺🙏🏻
WARNINGS: This is a work of fiction, contains sexual elements. AGE GAP! reader is seventeen and they indulge in consensual sexual activities (no smut) but this is set in the 13th century. Mujhe kisi ki policing nahi chaiye, scroll away if it makes you uncomfortable! BYE!
13th century, Afghanistan
Jalaluddin Khilji was sitting in the Sahn of his Palace with his ministers planning to take over the Delhi Sultanate when the doors open and in walked his twenty one year old nephew Allauddin Khilji, with an ostrich.
“Arey Allauddin, humne tumse ek pankh mangaya tha tum to poora shuturmurkh le aaye!” Jalaluddin chuckled, calling out to his daughters to show them the bird. The two girls, Meherunnisa and Y/n, twenty and sixteen respectively, appeared at the window giggling among themselves, admiring the huge bird. “Batao Allauddin, kya chaiye tumhe?”
“Meherunnisa se nikkah.” He replied without missing a beat, Y/n froze beside her elder sister, the older girl blushing at the proposal. Their father rose from his seat and zeroed in on Allauddin, to reprimand him for his daring but then the younger man loudly asked, “Meherunnisa binte Jalaluddin Khilji, kya tumhe Allauddin Khilji ke sath nikkah qabool hai?” When she didn’t deny and giggled instead, Allauddin smirked in his uncle’s face who agreed to the union.
Meherunnisa ran to her Hujrah, while Y/n stood in her spot seething in anger. She was not the one to shed tears for her loss, she was the one who turned loses into gains. She’d been in love with Allauddin since she learnt how to pronounce his name properly, she wasn’t going let anyone get in between them, not even her own sister. She let out a scoff glaring at the men below her, and turned to walk into her Khwabgah, her long tunic flowing behind her. She flopped onto the bed, her long hair splayed on the silk sheets as she stared up at the chandelier. She’d been cooped up in her private room until evening, her restless heart not finding ease anywhere.
“Shehzadi, Sultan apka pooch rahe hain.” A Kaneez called out from the curtain.
“Kehdo mar gayi.” Y/n announced still staring up at the ceiling.
“Shehz-“
“Dafa hojao yahan se isse pehly tumhare marne ki khabar bahar poche!” Y/n screamed and the kaneez ran away in an instant.
The sun had set at the horizon and the palace had turned dark, the brass lamps and chandelier’s lit to caste a soft and warm glow all over the palace. Y/n left her chambers and made her way over to Allauddin’s, she didn’t call out his name or announce her presence, she just pulled the curtain of his chamber and walked inside. He was sprawled in his bed, half naked, deep asleep. At the sound of her pazeb, he lifted his head to see her standing near his bed.
“Aapko kisi ne dastak dena nahi sikhaya shehzadi Y/n?” He murmured, face still stuffed into the silk sheets.
“Aisa kya hai unme jo humme nahi hai?” She demanded but he snored in response, testing her patience that was already wearing thin. She rounded his bed, picked up the jug filled with water and dumped it on him with enough force to jerk him up.
“Ye kya badtameezi hai Y/n?” He yelled wiping a hand over his face, his hair and upper body drenched.
“Hum puch rahe hain unme aisa kya hai jo humme nahi hai, Allauddin!” She repeated, this time louder. He chuckled getting off the bed, standing in front of her, enjoying the way her chest was heaving up in anger.
“Kuch nahi,” he said raising his hand to tuck her hair behind her ear. “Aap unse zyada haseen hain, zyada zaheen aur beinteha bahadur.” He tilted his head admiring her. He knew no one would dare to wake him up from his sleep, and if they did it would be the last thing they’d do but her, she just knew how to handle him.
“Agar ye sab khoobiyan humme hain to aapne unhe kyu chuna? Hum aapse mohabbat karte hain aur aap par sirf humara haq hai.” She declared take a step closer, he threw his head back laughing in her face.
“Mohabbat? Apko lagta hai aap apne abba jaan ke saamne pair patakengi royengi aur wo apka nikkah humse kardengy?” He was mocking her now, “aap bacchi hain, kya hi de sakti hain aap hume?” His eyes darkened looking at her face.
“Bacche nahin hain hum, agle mahine sattrah ke hojaengy.” She retorted, his body burning under her gaze. She pulled out a dagger from her robes, the sharp blades glinting under the lights. She pressed the tip of the blade into his chest, just enough to draw blood, “hum ye nikkah nahi hone dengy, phir chahe uske liye hum mare, Meherunnisa, ya aap.” He scoffed, brushing her words off as just mere threats.
“Andhera hogaya hai, kamre tak pohoch jaengi ya hum chor ke aaen?” He mocked but she left without another word. His eyes following her silhouette until she was out of sight.
The next morning Y/n went to her sister’s chamber, she found the older girl sitting in front of the mirror, a kaneez combing her silky long hair. The older girl saw her sister in the mirror and turned to her with a gleeful smile. “Eid ka chand ho gayi hai ap toh, apni behen ko Nikkah tay hone ki mubarakbad bhi nahi di.” She complained playfully, the younger girl eyed the kaneez, motioning her to leave. She placed the comb on the table and left.
“Mehru aap Allauddin se mohabbat karti hain?” Y/n asked moving her finger in and out of the candle flame. Mehrunnisa’s smile faltered at the question.
“Ye kaisa sawal hai Y/n-“
“Hum karte hain,” y/n cut her off, “beintaha.” Mehrunnisa froze when she saw a blade in her sister’s hand. “Hum chahte hain aap nikkah se inkaar karde.” Meherunnisa stood up, looking at her sister with a concerned look. “Dariye mat aapi, hum aapko marna nahi chahte, lekin aap toh janti hain itihas ke panno me har kisi ne kuch paane ke liye apne sage bhai, abba, chacha ka qatl kiya hai.” Y/n said calmly taking a step closer while Meherunnisa took one back. “Hume sirf Allauddin chaiye.”
“Dimag ulat gaya hai tumhara, Y/n!” Meherunnisa exclaimed her eyes filling up with tears.
“Agar aap humse mohabbat karti hain, to nikkah se inkar kar dein ya hum aapko mar dengy, agar aap Allauddin se mohabbat karti hain to hume maar dein,” y/n said handing out the dagger towards her sister. “Par agar aap unke liye mar nahi sakti aur bhi maar nahi sakti, to aapko unse nikkah karne ka haq nahi hai.” Mehrunnisa gasped as he back hit the wall, she was cornered and had nowhere to run.
“Abba-jaan aur Allauddin nahi manengy.”
Y/n scoffed cackling loudly. She hugged her sister tightly, resting her head on Meherunnisa’s shoulder, the older let out a yelp at the sudden move, “Oh aapi, aap janti hain hume apni baat manwana aati hai.” She smiled up at her. Never in her wildest dream she’d imagined she’d be scared of little sister, who she had loved like a daughter.
“Hum mana kar dengy.” She finally gave in, Y/n lifted her head from her shoulder and looked at her excitedly.
“Waqai? Aap sabse acchi hain.” She kissed her cheek before running out of the room happily. The split change in her behaviour had Meherunnisa shivering even after she’d left the room. Her sister would haunt her for the rest of her life.
Meherunnisa told her father that she didn’t want to marry Allauddin, her father was furious at her decision, “hum usko kya jawab dengy? Zubaan di hai humne!” He bellowed sitting on his throne. Mehrunnisa stood in front of her father with her head held down in shame.
“Hum karengy nikkah Allauddin se.” Y/n presented herself like the saviour. “Abba jaan, hum apki zubaan zaya nahi jaane dengy. hum jante hai Allauddin sirf apse apna rishta mazboot karna chahte hain, aur agar unhe apki beti chaiye to hum haazir hai, aapki izzat se badhkar humare liye kuch nahi hai.” She said like she’s the most obedient daughter to ever exist. Mehrunnisa was baffled at her sister’s cunningness.
“Khushabad raho mere bacche.” Jalaluddin patted the younger’s head.
When the news reached Allauddin he laughed like a maniac, he didn’t think Y/n had it in her to pull this off. What he said to her earlier was true, he liked her better than her sister but he also knew his uncle would’ve never agreed to their union, because of her age.
On her seventeenth birthday, y/n was wedded to Allauddin. She was waiting for him on his, he stumbled in a few minutes later, a hungry look in his eyes, one would think she would be shy but the intensity of her gaze matched his. He dropped on his knees on the edge of the bed, placing his palms on the bed he crawled over to her. “MashaAllah, beintaha khoobsoorat.”
“Humne aapse kaha tha aap sirf humare hain, aur humne saabit karke dikhaya.” She said placing her hands on his shoulders, massaging gently. His lips found purchase in her neck, biting the soft skin. She pushed his robe off his shoulders, revealing his chiselled chest. He placed his hands on her waist. “Aapne kaha har nayab chiz pe aapka haq hai, humse zyada nayab aur kon hai iss pure jahan me?” Her words turned into a moan as he yanked her leg lower so she was laying on her back. He chuckled darkly, his eyes roving her body.
“Koi nahi nahi.” He grinned capturing her lips in a passionate kiss. “Mallika hain aap humari, humari ankhon ka sukoon.” Her back arched off the bed, her chest pressing into his. He laid on his back pulling her on top of him, his hands not leaving an inch of skin untouched. She pulled away sitting on his chest.
“Kahiye aap sirf humare hain!” She demanded looking down at him.
“Allauddin Khilji sirf apni Begum Y/n Allauddin ka hai.” He declared with a growl, a satisfied evil grin graced her lips.
They were both crazy, psychotic but they were the only ones who understood each other’s obsession.
A/n: Dhurandhar tags for reach!
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