Ibadat Khana
(The House of Worship )
By
Tipu
Salman Makhdoom
Translated from Punjabi
1581
Fatehpur
Sikri
Akbar's Portuguese Queen, Maria, sat in his lap, engaged in playful intimacy. The
Emperor's heart yearned to stay, yet his duty called; all the scholars awaited
him in the Ibadat Khana.
"Enough, my love, you must
let me go now. Tonight, I must spend in the Ibadat Khana." The Mughal
Emperor Akbar said, affectionately laying a hand on Maria's supple,
bare hip, attempting to move her aside.
Maria clung to him even tighter
and pressed her luscious lips against the Emperor's thick, strong neck.
Akbar felt as if a dollop of sweet cream had been placed upon his throat.
"No, Emperor, I won't let
you leave tonight. Today, my body burns with a fervent heat. Tonight, I will
slake my fire in your Imperial Ocean."
Akbar laughed. Such boldness could only come from a European woman.








