Chapter 2
Shot 2 : A Journey Back to Us
11th March 2024.
Delhi.
Jodha stepped into her office. The usual bustle of the work place hummed around her, but today, her mind wandered to the possibilities that lay ahead. Today is 11th March and she would be turning a year older on 15th of March. She settled into her chair, glancing at the colorful decorations left from a recent festival, which brightened the room and her mood. Jodha's colleagues greeted her with smiles.
Throughout the day, Jodha juggled meetings and project deadlines, her focus sharp and unwavering. Yet, amidst the discussions and decision-making, her thoughts often drifted to Jalal. She was feeling different today. She had the feeling something is going to happen. Now the question is- will it be good or bad?
During lunch, her friends gathered around, playfully teasing her about her impending birthday. Asking what were her plans. Laughter echoed through the room. Jodha cherished these moments, her heart light with joy.
As the afternoon sun began to dip, Jodha wrapped up her work. Before leaving, she glanced at the calendar, counting down the days. The thought of celebrating her birthday filled her with a mix of excitement and nervousness, leaving her wondering what surprises awaited her.
With a final wave to her colleagues, she stepped out of the office, the vibrant energy of the day lingering in her mind. As she made her way home, she felt a gentle flutter of hope in her heart, wishing that perhaps Jalal would somehow find a way to be a part of her celebration.
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13 March 2024.
Delhi.
That evening, after a cozy dinner, Jodha settled into her favorite corner of the living room, her heart fluttering with excitement. As the clock approached ten, she connected her laptop for a video call with her best friends...Neetu, Meera, Riva, Anurag, and Maan. The familiar sound of incoming calls filled the room, and Jodha’s face broke into a wide smile as their faces appeared on the screen.
Neetu, her childhood confidante, was the first to greet her, her laughter ringing like a melody. "Happy almost birthday, Jodha!"she exclaimed, her eyes sparkling with mischief. Jodha felt a rush of warmth; Neetu had been by her side through thick and thin, and her enthusiasm was infectious. "2 more days left silly girl!" Jodha laughed.
The rest of the group chimed in, their voices overlapping in a joyous cacophony. Meera, with her playful spirit, leaned closer to the camera. "We’ve got some surprises planned, but you can’t know yet!" Riva, ever the planner, nodded eagerly. "And don’t worry; we’re making sure this birthday is unforgettable!"
Anurag and Maan, the duo known for their light-hearted banter, jumped into the conversation, teasing Jodha about her age and all the adventures they had yet to experience. Laughter filled the air, and for a moment, Jodha felt as though they were all together again, just like during their college days. They could not meet much after the college das were over. Maan and Anurag stayed in Indore while Meera and Riva were in Mumbai.
As the conversation flowed, they reminisced about their fondest memories, each story woven with laughter and nostalgia.
As the video call buzzed with laughter and excitement, Maan and Anurag, exchanged glances filled with anticipation. They had planned something special for Jodha’s upcoming birthday, and the thrill of the surprise electrified the air.
Just then, Riva’s expression shifted as a thought struck her. “Oh no! I forgot to ask Jodha if she can take leave!” She hesitated, not wanting to reveal too much, but the secret weighed heavily on her.
“Jodha, can you take a few days off?” Riva asked, trying to keep her tone casual.
“Why?” Jodha inquired, a hint of curiosity piqued in her voice.
Her friends exchanged knowing looks before they burst out, “We’re planning a three-day trip to Mumbai for your birthday! 14 March to 17 March. We have your tickets booked as well. Pleaseeee say yes!!"
At the mention of Mumbai, Jodha's heart skipped a beat. Memories of Jalal flooded her mind....their brief encounter, the spark of connection, and his words about living in the bustling city. She felt a rush of emotions wash over her, a mix of excitement and anxiety.
In that moment, she closed her eyes, a silent prayer forming on her lips. “Krishnaa, what is this? Are you trying to show me something?” she thought, feeling overwhelmed by the possibility of crossing paths with Jalal again.
The thought of reuniting made her heart race. What if they met? Would fate intervene once more? She opened her eyes, her friends’ animated chatter bringing her back to the moment. The idea of celebrating in Mumbai, a city rich with memories, felt like destiny unfolding before her.
“Okay, let’s do it!” Jodha finally exclaimed, her voice filled with determination. Her friends erupted in cheers, unaware of the deeper significance the trip held for her. In that instant, Jodha felt the presence of her beloved Shri Krishnaa, as if he were guiding her toward a new chapter, intertwined with hope and the possibility of love.
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14 March 2024.
Delhi.
As Jodha set off for the airport, her heart was racing with excitement. Today was the day her adventure began, and she could hardly contain her joy. As she stepped out, her parents stood by the entrance, waving her off with bittersweet smiles.
“Beta, remember to eat something light! And don’t forget to stay hydrated!” her mother called out, a familiar mixture of worry and love in her voice. Typical of an Indian mother, she had packed an assortment of snacks and reminders for Jodha, her words tumbling over each other in her eagerness to ensure her daughter’s well-being. Though they felt a pang of sadness at not being able to celebrate her birthday at home, Jodha knew this trip with her friends was important to her.
With a final embrace, she whispered, “I’ll call you as soon as I land,” and waved goodbye, the excitement bubbling inside her.
Upon arriving at the airport, she quickly scanned the bustling crowd, her eyes lighting up when she spotted Neetu, who was already waiting for her. They rushed to each other, enveloping in a tight hug. “Can you believe we’re actually going to Mumbai?” Neetu exclaimed, her face aglow with excitement.
After informing their parents that they had arrived safely, they breezed through security checks, giggling as they shared stories about their college days and the mischief they had gotten into.
Once they were through with all the formalities, they found a cozy spot in the terminal and continued their chatter, their laughter echoing in the busy space. The anticipation of the trip filled them with energy as they discussed their plans for Jodha’s birthday celebration.
Finally, the time came for boarding. As they settled into their seats, Jodha looked out of the window, her heart racing with a mix of excitement and nervousness. The plane began to taxi down the runway, and with a gentle lift, they soared into the sky.
As they ascended, Jodha felt the familiar pull of memories associated with Jalal, thoughts of Jalal flitting through her mind. Was this trip truly a chance to reconnect with him? With each passing moment, she felt closer to a destiny she had long hoped for...a new chapter waiting to unfold in the land of her love.
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Jodha’s plane touches down in Mumbai, the vibrant city welcoming her with its lively energy. After completing the formalities, she steps out into the bustling airport, a mix of excitement and nostalgia swirling within her.
It’s almost 4 PM when she spots her friends waiting eagerly, their smiles bright against the backdrop of the bustling crowd. Neetu joins her, and their laughter fills the air as they embrace.
Riva, ever the spirited one, glances at the horizon and suggests, “The sunset is just around the corner. How about we head to Marine Drive? It’s the perfect spot to catch the sun dipping into the sea.”
The idea ignites a spark in the group, and they eagerly agree, ready to soak in the beauty of the city as day turns to night, with the salty breeze and the golden hues of the sunset awaiting them.
As Jodha steps out of the airport, a rush of emotions washes over her. The lively buzz of Mumbai surrounds her, but her heart is a whirlwind of hope and uncertainty. She can't shake the thought of Jalal; the longing to see him again fills her with a bittersweet ache.
What if they don’t meet? The very idea sends a wave of unease through her, a heaviness settling in her chest. She takes a deep breath, trying to quell her fears, but the uncertainty lingers, casting a shadow over her excitement. The vibrant city may be alive with possibility, but her heart remains tethered to the thought of him.
As the taxi glides through the streets of Mumbai, Jodha can feel the excitement bubbling among her friends.....Maan, Anurag, Riva, Meera, and Neetu. This is more than just an outing; it’s a reunion, a chance to relive cherished college memories. Laughter and chatter fill the cab, each moment thick with nostalgia.
When they finally arrive at Marine Drive, Jodha’s breath catches in her throat. The iconic curve of the promenade stretches before her, kissed by the golden hues of the setting sun. The waves gently lap against the shore, sparkling like scattered diamonds under the fading light. The sky is a breathtaking canvas of oranges, pinks, and purples, blending together in a mesmerizing display.
She steps out, the salty breeze caressing her face, and can’t help but gasp at the view. The famous Queen’s Necklace is alive with people, couples strolling hand in hand, families enjoying the evening, and the distant sound of laughter creating a harmonious backdrop. It’s a scene straight out of a dream, and Jodha feels a surge of joy and peace as she takes it all in, her heart hopeful amidst the beauty surrounding her.
As Jodha and her friends stroll along Marine Drive, the atmosphere buzzes with life. The gentle sound of waves lapping against the promenade creates a soothing melody, while the vibrant hues of the sunset fade into twilight. The air is infused with tantalizing aromas wafting from nearby chaat corners, tempting them with the promise of delicious street food.
They gather at one of the stalls, laughter ringing out as they indulge in crispy pav bhaji and spicy pani puri. Each bite is a burst of flavor...tangy, spicy, and utterly delightful. Jodha savors the moment, sharing stories and reliving college antics with her friends, their joy infectious. The chaatwala skillfully prepares each dish, the vibrant colors of the food mirroring the vivid sunset.
As they finish their snacks, the city lights begin to twinkle, reflecting off the Arabian Sea like stars scattered on water. With contented smiles and full bellies, they start heading back to their hotel. The walk along the iconic promenade, surrounded by the warmth of friendship and the cool sea breeze, feels like a perfect ending to a beautiful day....a memory etched in time, under the enchanting Mumbai sky.
As Jodha and her friends stroll back towards their hotel, the night comes alive around them. The rhythmic sound of the waves creates a tranquil backdrop, while the streetlamps cast a warm glow on the bustling promenade. Laughter echoes as they reminisce about their college days, each story sparking joy and nostalgia.
Maan playfully teases Anurag about his infamous dance moves from a college party, and everyone bursts into laughter. Riva and Meera chime in with their own funny anecdotes, weaving a tapestry of memories that binds them closer together.
They pass by colorful stalls selling local snacks and trinkets, the vibrant energy of the city palpable. Jodha feels a sense of belonging, surrounded by friends who have shared so much of her journey. The excitement of being back in Mumbai, combined with the warmth of their reunion, fills her heart with gratitude.
Finally reaching the hotel, they pause for a moment to take in the night. The city sparkles under the stars, and Jodha closes her eyes, soaking in the magic of the evening. She can’t help but feel that this reunion is just the beginning of a beautiful chapter, and the hope of seeing Jalal still flickers gently in her heart. Yet the question of whether destiny will bring her and Jalal together hangs in the air, a bittersweet whisper in her heart.
~~
15 March
Mumbai.
On the bright morning of 15th March, the sun peeks through the curtains, casting a warm glow in Jodha’s room. The sweet scent of marigold flowers wafts in, as her friends gather outside, giggling and whispering excitedly. Anurag and Maan lead the charge, their voices boisterous and playful as they burst into the room, singing “Happy Birthday to You” with exaggerated enthusiasm.
“Happy birthday, Jodha!” they cheer, their laughter ringing like music. Jodha stirs, her eyes fluttering open to the sight of her beloved friends, their faces glowing with joy. The air is filled with the vibrant energy of celebration, punctuated by the sounds of dhol from a distant street, adding to the festive atmosphere.
As the song reaches its crescendo, Jodha's heart swells with affection. She sits up, her hair tousled, a playful smile spreading across her face. Her friends present her with beautifully wrapped gifts, adorned with colorful ribbons and delicate embellishments, each reflecting the love they hold for her.
“Thank you so much, everyone!” she beams, her voice soft yet filled with warmth. The gifts are exchanged with hugs and laughter, each friend teasingly vying for her attention, sharing memories and dreams. They settle around her, basking in the joyous moment, their bond strengthened by the celebration of her special day.
Outside, the gentle breeze carries the sounds of the city waking up, but within the room, time stands still, encapsulated in this beautiful morning filled with love, laughter, and the sweet promise of the day ahead.
~~
Excitement buzzes in the air as Jodha and her friends prepare for a day of Mumbai darshan aboard the iconic red double-decker bus. The vibrant streets of the city beckon them, alive with the sights and sounds that define Mumbai.....street vendors calling out their wares, the aroma of vada pav wafting through the air, and the rhythm of life pulsing all around.
As they hop onto the bus, the sun shines brightly, casting a golden hue over the city. Riva ensures they get the best seats on the upper deck, where they can soak in every moment. The bus starts its journey, rolling past historical landmarks and bustling markets. Jodha’s eyes sparkle with wonder as they pass by the Gateway of India, its majestic arches standing tall against the azure sky, and the vibrant colors of Colaba Causeway, where shops overflow with unique trinkets and clothing.
After a fun-filled ride, Riva leads the group to The Asiatic Society Library, a treasure trove for any book lover. The library, with its stunning colonial architecture, stands like a guardian of knowledge amidst the chaos of the city. Its grand facade, adorned with intricate carvings and a flight of stairs leading to the entrance, is breathtaking.
As they step inside, a hush falls over them, the atmosphere serene and inviting. The scent of old books fills the air, wrapping around them like a comforting embrace. Shelves upon shelves are lined with volumes, their spines a tapestry of history and wisdom. Jodha's heart races with joy; she feels like she’s entered a sanctuary.
Riva shows her around, pointing out rare manuscripts and ancient texts, while the others admire the ornate ceilings and the soft glow of the reading lamps. Jodha runs her fingers along the spines of the books, her eyes gleaming with appreciation. “This place is magical,” she whispers, feeling an overwhelming sense of belonging among the pages.
They spend the afternoon immersed in the world of stories, each friend finding their corner, while Jodha savors every moment, knowing that this birthday experience is one she will treasure forever. The laughter and chatter of her friends echo softly, blending harmoniously with the timeless wisdom surrounding them, creating a perfect symphony of joy and love on this unforgettable day.
~~
As Jodha and her friends arrive at Barrel & Co., the cafe’s warm glow spills out onto the bustling street, inviting them in with its charm. The rustic wooden interiors are adorned with vintage photographs and eclectic decor, creating a cozy yet vibrant atmosphere. The air is filled with the enticing aroma of freshly brewed coffee and baked goods, mingling with the laughter and chatter of patrons enjoying their evening.
As Jodha steps inside, a wave of emotions washes over her...familiar yet haunting. The lively chatter seems to fade into a soft hum as her heart quickens. For a fleeting moment, she feels an inexplicable presence, a sense that Jalal is near. She looks around, her eyes scanning the crowd, searching for the one who occupies her thoughts so often. But despite the warm light illuminating the cafe, she doesn’t spot him.
Shaking off the feeling, she forces a smile, willing herself to focus on the joy of the moment with her friends. “Let’s find a good spot!” she exclaims, trying to dispel the lingering sensation. Yet, a small part of her wishes she could turn back time, to the moments they shared, to feel that connection once more.
Unbeknownst to her, Jalal is seated at a corner table with his friends, laughter bubbling around him. He’s trying to focus on their conversation, yet his mind wanders, an elusive thought nagging at him. He keeps glancing toward the entrance, as if waiting for someone he can't quite name. The warmth of the cafe envelops him, but a part of him feels incomplete, as though something...or someone...is missing.
As the chatter around him continues, he’s oblivious to the fact that Jodha, the very person he is subconsciously searching for, is just a few steps away. The universe has woven their paths so closely, yet the distance between them remains, filled with unspoken words and lingering emotions.
In that moment, Jodha feels the bittersweet pang of nostalgia wash over her, mingled with hope. She knows she must embrace the present, yet a small flicker of longing remains in her heart. With her friends by her side, she takes a deep breath, letting the vibrant energy of Barrel & Co. surround her, determined to create new memories while holding onto the echoes of the past.
Jodha's friends exchange glances, a spark of mischief dancing in their eyes. They have planned a surprise that will make this day unforgettable.
“Surprise!” they all shout, and Jodha’s eyes widen in disbelief.
Anurag and Maan step forward with a beautifully decorated cake, its layers rich and inviting, topped with vibrant flowers and candles flickering in the soft light. “Make a wish, Jodha!” they urge, their voices filled with excitement.
With a deep breath, Jodha closes her eyes, her mind racing with all the love surrounding her. She wishes not just for herself but for the bonds they share, hoping to carry this joy into the future. As she opens her eyes, her friends cheer her on, and she blows out the candles, laughter and clapping filling the air.
Jodha’s friends gather around her with excitement bubbling over. They begin to sing the “Happy Birthday” song once more, this time with a heartfelt melody.
As the cheerful notes float through the cafe, heads turn, and curious glances are exchanged among the patrons. At a distant table, Jalal sits with his friends, laughter still hanging in the air around them. The sound of the familiar song catches his attention, pulling his gaze toward the source. He instinctively looks over, feeling a strange tug at his heart.
Jodha and her friends are clustered together, bright smiles illuminating their faces, but Jalal’s view is obstructed. He can only see the vibrant colors of their celebration and the joy radiating from them, not the individual faces. For a moment, he feels a mix of curiosity and longing, a sense that something significant is happening just out of reach.
Jodha, caught up in the moment, feels the energy of her friends envelop her like a warm hug. She laughs and claps along, her heart swelling with gratitude. But unbeknownst to her, at that very moment, Jalal’s eyes search the crowd, drawn by an instinct he can’t explain. He wishes he could see the faces behind the laughter, the source of the happiness that fills the air.
Their backs turned to each other, Jodha and Jalal remain blissfully unaware of the magnetic pull between them, of the connection that lingers just beneath the surface. The celebration continues, vibrant and lively, as the cafe hums with energy, but for Jalal, something feels incomplete....a quiet yearning that whispers to him as he watches the celebration unfold, while Jodha is lost in the love of her friends, a world away yet so tantalizingly close.
Jodha steps away from her friends, laughing as she excuses herself to the washroom. The cheerful chatter fades into the background as she walks down the dimly lit hallway, her heart still fluttering from the joyful celebration. The aroma of fresh pastries and coffee lingers in the air, but just as she reaches the door, an unsettling sensation washes over her. She shrugs it off, reminding herself it’s just the excitement of the day.
As she enters the washroom, the sound of laughter from her friends and the soft clinking of cups dissipate into silence. She washes her hands, her mind wandering to the warmth of their celebration. But suddenly, a loud bang echoes through the cafe, followed by the distant sound of alarm bells ringing. Jodha freezes, her heart racing as she strains to hear the commotion outside.
Unbeknownst to her, a fire has broken out in the kitchen adjacent to the washroom. Panic ensues as smoke begins to seep into the cafe, sending a wave of fear through the patrons. Her friends, still gathered around their table, notice the chaos erupting around them. The cafe staff rushes to evacuate the customers, their shouts urging everyone to leave immediately.
“Jodha!” Neetu cries, her voice filled with panic. “Where’s Jodha?”
Frantically, the group begins to search for her, calling out her name. “Jodha! Jodha!” The fear in their voices rises as the smoke thickens, and they are forced to evacuate, pushing through the crowd. Jodha’s absence sends a chill down their spines as they stumble outside, the cool air hitting them like a splash of water.
Meanwhile, Jodha stands in the washroom, her heart pounding not just from fear but from a growing sense of dizziness. The acrid smell of smoke starts to seep in, and she feels disoriented. The flickering lights cast eerie shadows on the walls, making her feel trapped in a dream. She takes a deep breath, but the air is becoming thick and heavy. Panic rises within her, yet she’s unaware of the chaos unfolding just outside the door.
As Jodha grapples with the rising panic, Jalal and his friends, who had just finished their drinks, step out of the cafe. They had noticed the alarm and the commotion, and Jalal instinctively feels something isn’t right. Just as he’s about to leave, he hears a distant scream.
“Jodha!” The voice echoes through the air, piercing through the noise of confusion. Jalal’s heart skips a beat. He turns to see Neetu and the others, faces pale with fear, scanning the crowd for their friend. Memories flood his mind....moments spent with Jodha in Goa, her laughter, the warmth of her presence. He feels an inexplicable urge to find her, to ensure she’s safe.
“What happened?” he asks, moving closer to Neetu.
“She went to the washroom!” Riva exclaims, tears streaming down her cheeks. “We can’t find her!”
Jalal’s pulse quickens. Without a second thought, he turns back toward the cafe, the urgency propelling him forward. “I’ll check,” he says, determined. As he pushes through the throng of people, his heart races with fear and hope.
He reaches the washroom door, knocking lightly. “Jodha? Are you in there?” There’s no response, just the faint sound of the alarm and the thickening air. He hesitates for a moment, uncertainty gnawing at him. What if it’s not her? But the thought of her in danger ignites a spark of courage within him.
He pushes the door open, stepping inside. The lights flicker ominously, casting shadows across the tiled floor. “Jodha!” he calls out again, his voice echoing in the cramped space.
At that moment, Jodha, struggling to stay conscious, hears a familiar voice. It feels like a distant memory, one she can’t quite grasp. The smoke is overwhelming, wrapping around her like a shroud, and she feels her strength waning. She stumbles toward the door, her vision blurring.
“Jodha!” Jalal’s voice cuts through the haze, bringing clarity. He moves deeper into the washroom, and as he turns the corner, he spots her, pale and trembling, leaning against the wall.
“Jodha!” He rushes to her side, the world around him fading as he focuses solely on her. His heart races, fueled by a mix of fear and relief as he reaches out, supporting her as she starts to collapse.
“I… I can’t…” Jodha murmurs, her words slurring as consciousness slips away from her. Jalal wraps an arm around her waist, steadying her as he feels the heat of the fire beginning to creep closer.
“Stay with me, Jodha. We’re getting out of here,” he urges, his voice firm yet filled with urgency. He leads her back toward the door, feeling the weight of the smoke pressing down on them.
With every step, he fights against the panic rising within him. He can’t lose her....not like this. They push through the doorway, the air outside feeling like a breath of fresh life. The crowd outside has grown larger, the sounds of sirens wailing in the distance. Neetu and Riva spot them, their faces a mix of relief and fear.
“Jodha!” Neetu cries, rushing forward. “Thank God!”
Jalal helps Jodha out into the fresh air, his heart pounding as he looks at her, searching for signs of awareness. “You’re okay, you’re safe,” he whispers, his hands trembling slightly as he brushes a stray lock of hair away from her face.
As they stand together amidst the chaos, Jodha finally meets his gaze, her eyes flickering with recognition. “Jalal?” she whispers, her voice weak but filled with warmth. In that moment, surrounded by the noise and confusion, they share a connection that feels deeper than the fear that has just passed.
The fire continues to blaze behind them, but for a brief second, everything else fades away. In the midst of the turmoil, Jalal’s presence brings her comfort, grounding her amidst the chaos. They’ve crossed paths once again, and as Jodha leans against him, she realizes that this moment...this connection...is something she has longed for, something that could change everything.
As sirens approach and firefighters rush into the cafe, Jodha feels a new resolve building within her. Whatever uncertainties lay ahead, she knows that in this moment, she is not alone. With Jalal by her side, she can face anything, even the flames that once threatened to engulf her.
As darkness begins to close in around Jodha, she feels herself slipping away, her body growing heavy and unresponsive. The chaos of the cafe fades into a distant memory, replaced by a profound stillness that envelops her. In her last moments of awareness, she hears voices....faint and far away....filled with panic and urgency.
“Jodha!” Neetu’s voice pierces through the fog, filled with desperation. “Please, stay with us!”
But Jodha is drifting, her consciousness fading like the last rays of sunlight at dusk.
Jalal watches in horror as Jodha’s eyelids flutter and then still. “No! Jodha!” he exclaims, panic clawing at his throat. His heart races as he kneels beside her, desperate to bring her back to him. “Stay with us, please!”
“Get her to a hospital!” one of the friends shouts, urgency fueling their words. Jalal nods, his mind racing. He remembers his car parked just outside, and without hesitation, he scoops Jodha into his arms, careful not to jostle her fragile body.
“Let’s go!” he commands, leading the way as Neetu and Abdul hurry to follow.
As they reach the parking lot, Jalal’s mind is a whirlwind of fear and determination. “I have my car!” he announces, pushing open the door and gently placing Jodha in the back seat. Neetu climbs in beside her, tears streaming down her face, while Abdul jumps into the passenger seat.
“Drive, fast! Please!” Neetu pleads, cradling Jodha’s head in her lap, whispering soft encouragements even as she sobs. “Jodha, please open your eyes. We’re here for you!”
Jalal’s hands grip the steering wheel tightly, knuckles white as he fights against the rising tide of panic. The engine roars to life, and he speeds out of the lot, navigating through the chaos of the streets, sirens wailing in the distance. Each second feels like an eternity, his heart racing not just with the urgency of the situation, but with the realization that he can’t lose her...not after finally finding her again.
He glances in the rearview mirror, catching a glimpse of Neetu’s anguished face, her hands trembling as she brushes Jodha’s hair away from her forehead. “Jodha, please wake up! Don’t you dare leave us!” Neetu cries, her voice choked with emotion.
Jalal swallows hard, trying to push back the tears threatening to spill over. The fear grips him like a vice, constricting his chest. He just met her days ago....how could it come to this? They had shared laughter and stolen glances, moments that felt electric, and now she lies unconscious in the back seat, teetering on the edge between life and darkness.
“No,” he whispers, shaking his head fiercely as if he can physically will her to wake. “I can’t lose her. Not now.” The thought of her slipping away fills him with an ache so profound it almost consumes him.
The city whizzes by in a blur, but all he can focus on is the girl who has captured his heart in the briefest of moments. Memories of their time in Goa flicker through his mind...her laughter, the way her eyes sparkled. He can’t bear the idea of losing all that potential, all the moments that could still be shared.
“Hang on, Jodha!” he calls out, though he knows she can’t hear him. “We’re almost there!”
Neetu continues her desperate attempts to wake Jodha, her voice a mixture of soothing and pleading. “Jodha, please! Open your eyes! We love you!” Her sobs echo in the small space, a haunting melody of fear and love intermingled.
Jalal’s grip tightens on the wheel as he approaches the hospital, his heart pounding in rhythm with the sirens that trail behind them. He pulls into the emergency entrance, barely waiting for the car to stop before jumping out and rushing around to the back door.
“Help! We need help!” he yells, adrenaline surging as he sees medical staff rushing toward them. Neetu carefully lifts Jodha, cradling her in her arms as they all make their way inside.
Time feels distorted in those moments....every second stretching and pulling as they rush through the chaotic hospital halls. Jalal’s heart races, a relentless drumbeat of fear echoing in his chest. He pushes aside the tears threatening to spill, channeling all his energy into making sure Jodha receives the help she needs.
“Please, we need a doctor!” Neetu cries, her voice breaking as they reach the triage desk. The nurses spring into action, guiding them toward a treatment area, urgency palpable in the air.
As they lay Jodha on the stretcher, Jalal feels a part of him breaking. The sight of her lying still, surrounded by the frantic motions of the medical staff, is almost too much to bear. He steps back, allowing the doctors to work, but his eyes never leave her face.
“Jodha,” he whispers, voice trembling with emotion. “You’re going to be okay. Just hold on.”
In that moment, amidst the sterile environment of the hospital, Jalal realizes how deeply he cares for her. The uncertainty of their connection looms heavy, but the hope for a future...one that includes her laughter, her smile, her very essence...fuels him.
He stands by her side, willing her to fight, determined to be there when she opens her eyes again. The doctors work swiftly, and all Jalal can do is watch, his heart aching with every beat, praying that she’ll wake up to the world they still have ahead of them.
The sterile lights of the hospital cast an unforgiving glow in the waiting area, amplifying the anxiety that hangs heavy in the air. Jalal sits in a small chair, his hands clenched tightly, the world around him a blur. The doctor had just disappeared into the operating theatre, and the minutes stretch into an agonizing eternity. With each passing second, Jalal’s heart sinks deeper into despair, the fear of losing Jodha gnawing at his insides.
Tears slip silently down his cheeks, a testament to the helplessness he feels. Beside him, Abdul shifts uncomfortably, wanting to provide solace. “She’s strong, Jalal. She’ll pull through,” he murmurs, placing a comforting hand on his shoulder.
Jalal shakes his head, the weight of uncertainty too heavy to bear. “I wanted to find her, Abdul,” he whispers, voice thick with emotion. “But not like this. I never wanted her to be in pain. She deserves so much more.”
Abdul nods, understanding the turmoil that grips his friend. “You’ve only just met her. But it’s clear how much you care,” he says gently. “It means something, Jalal. This connection...it’s real.”
Meanwhile, Neetu sits across the waiting area, her eyes red and puffy from crying. She glances at Jalal and Abdul, sensing a deep emotional bond forming between them. Confusion flickers across her face. Why is this stranger crying so intensely for someone he barely knows? Wiping her eyes, she takes a tentative step toward them, her heart pounding with a mix of curiosity and concern.
“Excuse me,” she says softly, her gaze locked on Jalal. “Who are you? Why are you shedding tears for someone you don’t even know?”
Jalal looks up, startled by the directness of her question. He takes a deep breath, struggling to find the words amidst the emotional storm within him. “I met Jodha in Goa,” he finally admits, his voice trembling. “We shared a connection. I can’t explain it, but I feel...”
Neetu’s eyes widen, realization dawning upon her. She recalls Jodha’s animated recounting of their encounter, how she had lit up at the mere mention of his name. “You’re Jalal,” she whispers, a mix of shock and understanding washing over her. “She spoke about you…she was so taken by you.”
Jalal nods, his heart racing as he recalls their brief time together, the laughter they shared, and the way she made him feel alive. “I didn’t know it would come to this,” he says, his voice cracking. “I thought I would have more time to get to know her, to see where this could go.”
Neetu’s mind races as she processes the information. She had known, somehow, that Jodha had fallen for him. It’s as if the universe conspired to bring them together, only to wrench them apart at the most crucial moment. In her heart, she feels a pang of hope intertwined with sorrow. “Oh, Jodha…” she thinks, tears spilling down her cheeks. “See, God has brought you two together. You’re meant to be. Please wake up now.”
The weight of her unspoken prayer hangs in the air as she stands before Jalal, her own heart aching for her friend’s safety and happiness. “You have to be strong for her,” she says, her voice barely a whisper. “Jodha needs you right now.”
Jalal meets her gaze, his determination igniting anew. “I will be,” he promises, wiping the tears from his eyes. “I won’t give up on her. Not now, not ever.”
In that moment, an unspoken bond forms between them....two people connected through the love they share for Jodha. Together, they wait in the liminal space of hope and fear, praying for her to wake, for the spark of life to return to her eyes. The clock ticks on, but within their hearts, the belief that destiny has intertwined their paths remains steadfast.
~~
After what feels like an eternity of agonizing silence, the heavy doors of the operating theatre swing open. The stark fluorescent lights flicker above, illuminating the anxious faces of Jalal, Abdul, and Jodha's friends who have gathered in a tight circle, their hearts pounding in anticipation. The doctor steps out, his expression grave, and the air thickens with unspoken fears.
Neetu is the first to break the silence, her voice trembling. “How is she, Doctor?”
The doctor takes a deep breath, a flicker of relief crossing his features as he meets their hopeful gazes. “The patient has survived,” he says slowly. A wave of relief washes over everyone, and tears of joy spring to Neetu’s eyes.
“But…”
Jalal’s voice catches, an instinctive dread gripping his heart. “But what, Doctor?”
The doctor’s brow furrows, the weight of his words evident. “We have dressed her injuries, but there are severe burn marks on her left hand and on her stomach on the left side. Thankfully, there are no marks on her face, but…”
The room falls silent, the unspoken concern hanging heavily in the air. Jalal feels his heart drop as the doctor’s words hang like a dark cloud above them. “But what?” he urges, desperate for clarity.
The doctor looks at each of them, compassion mingling with professionalism. “I’m afraid those marks will always show. They will be permanent reminders of what happened.”
The words land heavily, a palpable tension filling the space. Neetu covers her mouth with her hand, stifling a gasp, while Abdul squeezes Jalal’s shoulder in silent support.
Jalal’s breath hitches, a rush of emotions crashing over him....fear, anger, heartbreak. He thinks of Jodha’s vibrant spirit, her laughter that brightened the darkest of days, and the thought of her bearing these scars sends a sharp pang through his chest. “Is there nothing we can do?” he asks, his voice barely above a whisper.
The doctor shakes his head, regret etched in his features. “We’ll do everything we can to minimize them, but some scars run deeper than the skin. Healing will take time, both physically and emotionally.”
As the reality sinks in, Jalal feels a sense of helplessness wash over him. He clenches his fists, determination rising within him. “She’s strong,” he says, looking at the doctor with fierce resolve. “And I’ll be here for her. We’ll face this together.”
Neetu nods, tears streaming down her cheeks. “She’s a fighter. If anyone can overcome this, it’s Jodha.”
Jalal’s heart swells with gratitude for the support around him. “We all will be here for her,” he affirms, turning to Abdul and the rest of Jodha’s friends. “We’ll make sure she knows she’s not alone in this. Together, we can help her heal.”
The doctor gives them a reassuring nod, recognizing the strength of their bond. “That’s the spirit. Support is crucial in recovery. She’ll need all of you when she wakes up.”
“When will she wake up, Doctor?” he asks, his voice laced with urgency and concern.
The doctor meets his gaze, a mix of empathy and professionalism in his eyes. “It’s hard to say exactly,” he replies gently. “She’s stable, but she’ll need time to recover from the anesthesia and the trauma. It could be a few hours before she regains consciousness.”
Jalal nods, feeling a mix of relief that she is stable and frustration at the uncertainty. “Is there anything we can do to help her?” he asks, desperation creeping into his tone.
“Just be here for her,” the doctor advises. “Talk to her, hold her hand, and let her know she’s not alone. Familiar voices can be comforting, even when she’s not fully awake.”
Neetu wipes her tears, finding strength in the doctor’s words. “We’ll stay by her side, no matter how long it takes,” she assures. “She’ll wake up to love and support.”
As they stand in the stark hospital corridor, the reality of the situation settles heavily upon them, but amidst the weight of uncertainty, a flicker of hope remains. They resolve to be the pillars of strength Jodha will need, ready to face the challenges ahead with unwavering love and support.
In that moment, they understand that while scars may tell a story, it is the love and resilience that will define Jodha’s journey, and they will be there every step of the way.
~~
Next morning .. As Jodha lay in the hospital bed, the antiseptic smell mingling with the warmth of sunlight streaming through the window, she felt a mix of vulnerability and gratitude. Each scar was a reminder of her ordeal, but they also represented her strength. She closed her eyes, recalling the moments of pain and fear, but also the flickers of hope that had kept her fighting.
Jalal, having rushed to her side the moment he heard she's awake, sat beside her, his presence a steady anchor in the storm of her emotions. He had gently held her hand, his thumb brushing over her knuckles. “You’re not alone, Jodha. I promise I’ll be here every step of the way.”
Unable to talk, she had smiled through her tears. Not quite believing she actually found him. Jalal was forced by Jodha's friends to go home and get fresh. As he was continuously helping around. He refused at first, but later agreed promising he will come by afternoon.
Soon, her friends came too, each one bringing a piece of home with them. They filled the room with laughter, love, and shared memories, transforming the sterile environment into a sanctuary of support.
“Jodha! I was so scared,” Neetu confessed, tears glistening in her eyes. “When I heard you are still in, my heart dropped. It’s a relief to see you awake.”
Jodha smiled weakly, her heart warming at the sight of her friend. “I’m glad you’re here, Neetu.”
Neetu took Jodha’s hand, squeezing it tightly. “I love you so much, you know that? You’re the strongest person I know.”
Touched by Neetu’s words, Jodha felt a wave of gratitude wash over her. “Your support means everything to me.”
Neetu leaned closer, her voice softening. “We’re all here for you, no matter what"
~~
Neetu had informed Jodha's parents who were ready to come to Mumbai as soon as possible.
“Aunty, Uncle, please don’t rush here. Jodha is stable and surrounded by friends. She needs you, but she needs you to be calm. Stay in Delhi; it will be okay.” Neetu had consoled.
Her parents agreed reluctantly, their worry palpable over the phone. They trust Neetu, knowing she will care for their daughter as if she were her own sister.
The other afternoon, as sunlight filters through the hospital window, Jodha’s mother video calls her. The screen lights up, revealing her mother’s worried face, framed by the familiar chaos of home. “Jodha, beta!” Her mother’s voice trembles, filled with love and concern. “How are you, my child?”
Jodha’s heart aches as she meets her mother’s gaze. “I’m okay, Ma. I’m trying,” she replies, her voice cracking. But the moment she glances down at her arms, the scars catching the light, tears spill over. “But look at me, Ma,” she whispers, her voice barely audible.
Her mother’s expression shifts to one of deep sorrow as she sees the marks on Jodha’s skin. “Oh, beta,” she gasps, covering her mouth with her hand. “I can’t bear to see you like this.”
Jodha’s chest tightens with the weight of her emotions. “I thought I would be fine, but this… this is forever. I don’t want to be like this, Ma.” Her sobs break through, raw and unrestrained, echoing the fear that has been building inside her.
“Listen to me,” her mother says, her voice steady despite her own tears. “These scars do not define you. You are my brave girl, and you will shine through this. Your spirit is what matters most.”
“But Ma, what if I never feel normal again? What if I can’t be the same Jodha?” she cries, the pain in her heart spilling into the air.
“Jodha, you are still you,” her mother reassures, her voice warm and soothing. “You have always been strong. These scars tell a story of your survival. They are a testament to your courage. And remember, we love you, no matter what.”
Neetu stands beside Jodha, wiping her own tears as she listens to the exchange. She gently squeezes Jodha’s hand, reminding her of the support surrounding her. “You’re not alone, Jodha. We’re all here, and we will help you heal, one step at a time.”
Wiping her tears, Jodha looks at her mother, who smiles through her own tears. “I love you, Ma,” she manages to say, her heart swelling with the warmth of their bond.
“I love you too, my brave girl. Always,” her mother replies, her voice filled with unwavering love.
"Neetuuu," her mother calls out, her voice filled with concern.
Neetu quickly wipes her tears and responds, "Yes, aunty?"
"Beta, when will she be discharged?" Her mother's worry is palpable, her eyes scanning the room as if searching for answers.
"Doctor said a week more, aunty," Neetu replies, trying to keep her voice steady. "Jodha is improving, but they want to ensure she's stable before sending her home. And don't worry aunty .. uncle is not fit to travel. Don't visit here. We all are here with her"
Jodha, overhearing the conversation, forces a smile, though it trembles at the edges. "I’ll be okay, Ma," she says softly. "Just a little longer, and I’ll be back with you."
Her mother nods, though her eyes glisten with unshed tears. "I wish I could be there with you, beta. But I trust Neetu to take care of you."
"You don’t have to worry, aunty," Neetu reassures her. "I’m right here, and I’ll make sure she gets all the love and support she needs."
“Thank you, Neetu. You are a true friend,” Jodha’s mother says, her voice filled with gratitude.
Neetu smiles, feeling a warmth in her heart. "We’re all in this together, aunty. Jodha is strong, and we’ll get through this."
As the call ends, Neetu looks at Jodha, her eyes filled with determination. "You hear that? A week, and then you’ll be home. We’ll celebrate with your favorite sweets."
Jodha chuckles softly, though her heart still feels heavy. "I hope I can eat them without worrying about the scars."
"You will!" Neetu insists, squeezing her hand. "Those scars are just a part of your journey. They won’t take away your joy or your spirit."
With a deep breath, Jodha nods, feeling the weight of her friend’s words. "Thank you, Neetu. For everything."
After the call, Jodha finds herself alone in the quiet hospital room. The lively chatter of her friends fades, leaving her with only the soft hum of the machines monitoring her condition. She stares at the ceiling, her mind swirling with thoughts and emotions that feel too heavy to bear.
What about Jalal? The question echoes in her mind, a persistent reminder of the complicated feelings she’s been wrestling with since the accident. He has been her anchor, staying by her side through the darkest moments, but does he really deserve this? He doesn’t even know the truth about her past...about the divorce, the heartache, and the struggles that led her to this point.
Jodha’s heart races as she reflects on their conversations. Jalal’s kindness has been a balm to her wounds, but the weight of her secrets looms large. Would he still look at her the same way if he knew? Would he still see her as the woman he is beginning to care for, or as someone marked by a painful past? She clenches her fists, frustration boiling within her.
Her thoughts drift back to the day they first met. Jalal had been so confident, so vibrant, with a smile that lit up the room. She had been drawn to him in a way she hadn’t felt in years. But now, lying in this hospital bed, she wonders if she should have kept her distance.
The scars on her skin are a stark reminder of her ordeal, but they also symbolize her history. How can she move forward with someone who deserves the best, while she feels so broken? Each mark feels like a betrayal to the image she had of herself...a vibrant, hopeful woman full of dreams. Now, she feels like a shadow of that person.
Tears prick her eyes as the realization sinks in: she doesn’t want to be a burden. Jodha wipes her tears away, her heart heavy with conflicting emotions. She knows Jalal is different; he’s genuine, compassionate, and has shown her a kindness she never expected. But can she truly let him in, knowing the truth?
What if he recoils from her scars? What if he sees them not just as marks of survival but as symbols of failure? The questions spiral in her mind, consuming her. The last thing she wants is to hurt him or herself again.
A knock at the door jolts her from her thoughts, and Jalal steps in, his presence filling the room with warmth. He smiles, and for a moment, the weight of her worries lifts. “Hey, how are you feeling?” he asks, his eyes searching hers with genuine concern.
“Better,” she replies, her voice steadying. But inside, she grapples with the dilemma of honesty versus protection.
As they talk, she catches glimpses of the man he is...a man who deserves to know her fully. But can she face the truth herself first?
With each passing moment, Jodha realizes that her journey is not just about healing from physical wounds but also about confronting her past and finding the courage to be vulnerable again. And in that struggle, she knows she must decide what she truly wants...for herself and for Jalal.
As Jalal sits down beside her, the warmth of his presence envelops Jodha like a comforting blanket. He leans in closer, concern etched across his features. “You seem distant. What’s on your mind?”
She hesitates, her heart pounding as the weight of her secrets presses heavily against her chest. Should she tell him everything...the truth about her past, about the scars, about the divorce? Or should she protect him from the turmoil that has plagued her life?
“Just… thinking about things,” she finally says, her voice soft. “About what’s next, you know?”
Jalal nods, his gaze unwavering. “That’s understandable. This has been a lot to process. But you’re not alone in this, Jodha. We’ll figure it out together.”
His words wash over her, a soothing balm. But still, doubt creeps in. “What if I’m not who you think I am?” she asks, her voice barely above a whisper.
“What do you mean?” His brow furrows, genuine confusion replacing his earlier concern.
“I mean, I’ve been through a lot. I’m not just… me anymore.” She glances down at her hands, the scars visible even under the thin blanket. “I’m broken, Jalal. And I don’t want to burden you with that.”
“Jodha,” he replies, his voice firm yet gentle. “You’re not a burden. You’re a survivor. Those scars...while they tell a story....don’t define who you are. You’re still you, and that’s what matters.”
She meets his gaze, searching for reassurance in his eyes. But she also sees something deeper...a flicker of understanding, of acceptance. It gives her courage, even if just a little. “But I have to tell you the truth. Jalal I ... I"
She takes a deep breath "I’ve been married before. I’m a divorcee.”
Jalal’s expression shifts, surprise mingling with concern. “Why didn’t you tell me?”
“I didn’t want to scare you away. I thought… maybe if I focused on the present, we could build something real.” Her voice cracks, the weight of her honesty hitting hard.
Jalal takes a moment, absorbing her words. “Jodha, everyone has a past. I’m not here to judge you for it. I’m here because I see you...scars and all. What happened to you doesn’t change who you are or what I feel.”
Her heart swells with relief and gratitude. “You really mean that?”
“Of course I do,” he assures her, reaching out to hold her hand. “You’ve faced unimaginable challenges, and you’ve come through them. That speaks volumes about your strength.”
Tears well in Jodha’s eyes, but this time, they are tears of hope. “I want to believe that. I want to be strong again.”
“You will be,” Jalal says, his grip tightening around her hand. “You’re not alone in this. We’ll tackle the past together. And when you’re ready, we’ll make new memories that overshadow the old.”
Searching his eyes, she finds warmth and acceptance. “I need to share my past with you. My marriage with Raghav… it was unbearable.”
Jalal’s expression shifts, concern deepening. “What happened?”
Taking a deep breath, Jodha dives into her painful memories. “Raghav and his family were cruel. They tormented me, both emotionally and physically. I was young, eager to please, but nothing I did was ever enough. They belittled me, criticized me for the smallest things. I was abused Jalal. He tried to ra*e me as well but thankfully I managed to save myself. To save my dignity and purity"
Tears slip down her cheeks as she recalls the darkest moments. “The worst was when Raghav began to abuse me. It started with shouting and pushing, but soon escalated to violence. I remember one night when he came home furious… I felt so scared.”
She pauses, the memories flooding back. “I thought love would change him, that I could make him better. But it only grew worse. His parents stood by, encouraging his behavior. I felt trapped, suffocated by their cruelty.”
Jalal listens intently, his face a mixture of anger and sorrow. “You didn’t deserve any of that, Jodha. No one should endure such pain.”
“I lost myself in that marriage,” she confesses, her voice trembling. “When I finally found the strength to leave, it felt like I was reclaiming my life. But the scars remained...inside and out.”
Jalal reaches out, taking her hand gently. “You’re not broken, Jodha. You’re incredibly brave for surviving that. It takes immense strength to walk away from something so toxic.”
Her heart swells with gratitude. “I want to believe that. But sometimes, I fear the past will always haunt me. I don’t want to drag you into my darkness.”
“Jodha,” he says firmly, “you’re not dragging me anywhere. I’m here because I want to be. We’ll face your past together, and when you’re ready, we’ll create new memories that overshadow the old.
Jodha's heart races as she looks at Jalal, his kindness overwhelming yet confusing. “You don’t really know what you’re saying,” she protests, her voice trembling. “You don’t understand what I’ve been through.”
“What do you mean?” Jalal asks, concern deepening in his eyes.
“I mean… I despise any physical touch,” she admits, her voice barely a whisper. “After everything with Raghav, I’ve built walls around myself. I fear proximity. It suffocates me.”
Jalal’s expression shifts from concern to confusion. “Jodha, I don’t want to rush you. I just want you to know I’m here for you.”
She shakes her head, tears brimming in her eyes. “You don’t get it! I will never be able to be the Jodha that I was before....full of hope and warmth. That part of me is gone. I’m scared of intimacy; it feels foreign and dangerous. I can’t even imagine being close to someone again.”
“Jodha, healing takes time,” he replies gently. “I’m willing to wait. I care about you.”
“But what if I can’t heal?” she retorts, her voice breaking. “What if I’m stuck in this fear forever? I can’t let you in, Jalal. It wouldn’t be fair to you. You deserve someone whole, not someone fragmented.”
Jalal reaches for her hand, but she flinches, pulling away instinctively. “See?” she cries. “Even the thought of touch terrifies me. I don’t want to hurt you with my baggage.”
“Jodha,” he says, his tone steady but filled with warmth. “You’re not baggage. You’re a survivor. I want to support you through this, but you need to give yourself permission to feel. It’s okay to be scared.”
She looks away, grappling with the torrent of emotions inside her. “I don’t know if I can. I don’t want to drag you into my darkness.”
“Then let me walk with you into the light,” Jalal urges softly. “I won’t push you, but I’ll be here, ready whenever you are.”
Jodha feels a flicker of hope amidst her fears. But the walls she’s built feel impenetrable. “It’s hard to believe in a future when all I see are my scars. Both emotional and physical ones.”
“Then let’s take it one step at a time,” he says, his gaze unwavering. “We’ll face it together, and I promise to be patient.”
In that moment, Jodha feels a flicker of something she hasn’t felt in a long time,...hope. She realizes that while her scars will always be a part of her story, they don’t have to define her future. With Jalal by her side, she can face whatever comes next.
“Thank you, Jalal,” she whispers, feeling a sense of liberation. “Thank you for seeing me.”
He smiles, and in that smile, she sees the promise of a new beginning. Together, they can navigate the complexities of life, embracing both the light and the shadows. Jodha knows the road ahead will be challenging, but for the first time in a long time, she feels ready to walk it...hand in hand with Jalal.
~~
The days turned into a week, and with each passing moment, they grew closer. Jodha found solace in Jalal’s unwavering support. He became her confidant, listening to her fears and dreams, helping her reclaim her sense of self. They spoke of the future, of small joys like walks in the park and shared laughter, slowly rebuilding what had been shattered.
One afternoon, while watching the sun set, Jodha turned to Jalal, her voice barely above a whisper. “What if I never feel like myself again?”
Jalal met her gaze, his eyes filled with warmth and determination. “You will. The scars may be a part of you, but they don’t define you. You are strong, Jodha. You are more than what happened to you.”
Now it was time for her to return to her home. Delhi. She will be continuing her treatment there.
~~
Jodha had returned to Delhi. Her family was more than elated to have her. She was hugged and cared by all. But her heart was heavy with unspoken truths. Despite the warmth Jalal had brought into her life, she still hadn’t shared his existence with her family. The fear of their reaction loomed large in her mind. What if they disagreed? What if they couldn’t accept the connection she felt with him?
Her parents had always been protective, their love woven with expectations. The thought of introducing them to Jalal, the man who had seen her through her darkest moments, filled her with dread. She worried they wouldn’t understand the beauty of their bond, how it had blossomed from shared pain and healing.
Every day, Jodha felt the weight of her silence pressing down on her. She longed to share her happiness but feared their judgment. Would they see Jalal as a beacon of hope or a reminder of her past struggles?
Sitting in her room, she gazed at her phone, contemplating a message to him. But the uncertainty held her back. For now, she chose to keep this part of her life hidden, unsure of how to bridge the gap between her heart and her family’s expectations.
~~
Therapy sessions were challenging, but Jalal was right there, encouraging her with every step. “You can do this,” he’d say, cheering her on through facetime as she took small strides.
With each day, Jodha’s resilience blossomed. She learned to embrace her scars, viewing them not as marks of shame, but as symbols of her survival.
One evening, as she sat under the starlit sky, on video call with him, Jodha said to Jalal, a smile breaking through her lingering insecurities. “Thank you for believing in me. I couldn’t have done this without you.”
Jalal smiled back, his heart swelling with pride. “You did this, Jodha. You found your strength. I just had the honor of walking with you.”
~~
Jodha sits in her family’s cozy living room, the soft afternoon light filtering through the curtains. A month has passed since the unfortunate incident, but the memories still linger like shadows. The warmth of her family’s presence comforts her, yet her heart feels heavy with unshared secrets. Today, she has decided to tell them about Jalal.
As her parents engage in light conversation, Jodha’s mind races. She glances at her mother, whose expression is a mix of affection and concern. Jodha knows her family has always been protective, especially after everything she has been through. Today feels monumental, and she can’t afford to hesitate.
“Maa, Papa,” she begins, her voice slightly shaky. “I want to talk to you about someone important to me.”
Her father looks up, intrigued. “Who is it, beta?”
“It’s… it’s Jalal,” she finally says, her heart pounding. “The one who saved me from the ....”
A tense silence falls over the room. Her mother’s expression shifts, concern flashing in her eyes. “Jodha, you need to be careful. You’ve just come out of a difficult phase. Are you sure about this?”
Jodha feels her heart sink. “I know it’s sudden, but Jalal has been a source of strength for me. He’s been there every step of the way, helping me heal. And I know since that trip Maa..when I had gone to Goa for the business meeting”
“But a relationship? You’ve just gotten out of such a traumatic experience,” her father interjects, his tone serious. “We want what’s best for you.”
“I understand, Papa,” Jodha replies, her voice firm but gentle. “But Jalal is different. He sees me for who I am...scars and all. He doesn’t judge me for my past.”
Her mother shakes her head, visibly troubled. “But what if he doesn’t understand your situation? What if he hurts you?”
Jodha feels frustration bubbling inside her, but she knows she needs to be patient. “I’ve thought about this a lot. I know the risks, but I believe in what we share. I want you to see that too.”
“Jodha,” her father says, his voice softening, “We only want to protect you. You’re still healing.”
“Let me introduce him to you,” she pleads. “Give him a chance. You might see what I see. He’s kind, compassionate, and has helped me through my darkest moments.”
After a moment of silence, her father sighs. “We’ll think about it, but you must understand our concerns.”
“Please,” Jodha urges, her heart racing. “Just meet him. I promise you won’t regret it.”
Her parents exchange glances, and she can see the uncertainty in their eyes. They’re torn between their protective instincts and their love for her. “Okay,” her mother finally relents, though hesitantly. “But just a meeting. We want to be sure you’re making the right choice.”
Relief washes over Jodha, but she knows it’s only the beginning. “Thank you, Maa. I promise you won’t regret it.”
Over the next few days, Jodha prepares for the meeting, a mix of excitement and anxiety swirling within her. She talks to Jalal about her family’s concerns, and he listens attentively, his understanding nature shining through. “I want to meet them, Jodha,” he says, his voice steady. “I want them to see who I am and how I feel about you.”
~~
After Jodha shares her desire to introduce Jalal to her family, a wave of excitement and anticipation washes over him. He knows this meeting could solidify their bond and deepen their connection. He can hardly wait to tell his parents, Asim and Ayesha, about the upcoming dinner.
When he arrives home, he finds his parents lounging in the living room, sipping tea. Ayesha looks up, her eyes lighting up at the sight of her son. “How was your day, Jalal?” she asks.
“Ammi, you won’t believe it! Jodha’s family wants to meet us!” he exclaims, barely able to contain his enthusiasm.
Asim looks intrigued. “Really? That’s wonderful news! Tell us everything.”
Jalal settles onto the couch, a smile spreading across his face. “I had a talk with her. Jodha told me she wants us to meet them"
Ayesha claps her hands, excitement bubbling over. “We’ve been wanting to meet her! I remember how you spoke about her after Goa. It’s about time we got to know the girl who has captured your heart.”
Asim nods, a proud smile on his face. “This is a significant step for you, son. How do you feel about it?”
“I feel hopeful,” Jalal replies earnestly. “Jodha is so strong and resilient. I think our families meeting will bring us closer together.”
Ayesha leans forward, her expression warm. “We’ll make this a special occasion. We can stay in Delhi for a couple of days and make it memorable for everyone.”
“Yes! That sounds perfect,” Jalal agrees, feeling a rush of excitement. “I’ll coordinate with Jodha”
In the following days, Jalal talks to Jodha about his parents' plans. “My parents are excited to meet yours,” he tells her, his voice filled with enthusiasm. “They can’t wait to get to know your family.”
Jodha smiles, her heart fluttering at the thought. “I’m really glad! I know my parents will appreciate getting to know you.”
~~
As he packs his bag for the trip from Mumbai to Delhi, his heart races with anticipation.
The thought of finally meeting them fills him with hope.
Once he’s ready, he heads to the living room, where his parents are waiting. Ayesha glances up from her phone, her eyes lighting up with curiosity. “Are you all set for Delhi, Jalal?” she asks, a smile on her face.
“Absolutely, Ammi!"
Asim enters, holding his travel documents. “What a beautiful opportunity this is, son. We’ve been looking forward to this since you first mentioned Jodha,” he says, his voice filled with warmth.
“Thanks, Dad. I hope they like us,” Jalal says, his nerves creeping in slightly.
“Just be yourself,” Ayesha assures him. “That’s all they need to see.”
With that, they grab their bags and head to the car, their hearts light with anticipation. The drive to the airport is filled with chatter about the dinner plans. As they navigate the busy streets of Mumbai, Ayesha shares her thoughts. “I think we should prepare some desserts to take along. It’ll be a sweet gesture!”
As they arrive at the airport, Jalal’s excitement peaks. The hustle and bustle of travelers heightens his energy. He checks in with his parents, and they find a cozy spot to wait for their flight.
“Do you think Jodha will be nervous?” Asim asks, sipping his coffee.
Jalal nods. “She mentioned her parents were protective. I can only imagine how they must feel.”
“Just remember, you’re there to show them who you are,” Ayesha adds, her voice soothing. “This is a big step for both of you.”
As they board the flight, Jalal takes a moment to look out the window, the city of Mumbai shrinking beneath him. His thoughts drift to Jodha, her strength, and the way she’s brought light into his life. He knows that meeting their families is crucial for their future together.
The flight to Delhi is smooth, and soon they’re landing amidst the vibrant atmosphere of the capital. The air feels different, filled with possibilities. As they make their way to baggage claim, Jalal can’t help but feel a sense of excitement bubbling within him.
Once they have their bags, they head outside to find a cab. The cool Delhi evening air wraps around them, refreshing and full of anticipation. After checking into their hotel, they rest for a bit. Jalal informs Jodha about their arrival and that they will be here at 2.30 P.M.
"I promised to see my old friend while we’re in Delhi, so we’ll have to fit that in too.” Ayesha says.
Asim checks the time on his watch. “Oh okay! We can have dinner with Jodha’s family and then catch up with your friend afterward.”
Jalal ... “I’ll call Jodha and let her know we’re ready to meet them!”
He quickly dials her number, his heart racing as he waits for her to pick up. When she answers, her voice is warm and inviting. “Jalal! Are you all settled in?”
“Almost! We’d love to come over for in half an hour if that works for your family,” he replies, feeling a flutter of nerves and joy.
“Oh, that would be wonderful! Let me check with my parents,” Jodha responds, her enthusiasm evident. A moment later, she’s back on the line. “They’re thrilled to meet you and your family!”
Jalal can hardly suppress his smile. “Great! We’ll be there soon.”
“Let’s head out then,” Ayesha suggests.
With that, they make their way to the cab, the city lights of Delhi twinkling around them, as Jalal’s heart races at the thought of being with Jodha and her family. He knows this meeting is a significant step, and he’s ready to embrace whatever comes next.
When they finally arrive, Jalal’s heart races as they step out of the cab. He takes a deep breath, adjusting his shirt as they approach the door. He rings the bell, and moments later, Jodha’s mother opens it, her face lighting up at the sight of them.
“Welcome Ji welcome! We’re so glad you could make it,” she exclaims, ushering them inside.
Jalal feels a wave of warmth wash over him as he steps into Jodha’s home. The familiar sounds of laughter and conversation fill the air, making him feel at ease. He can see Jodha in the distance, her smile radiant as she spots him.
“Jalal!” she whispers, her excitement palpable.
“Hey, Jodha!” he replies, his heart swelling at the sight of her.
After lunch, as they gather in the living room, the topic of marriage naturally arises. Jodha’s parents exchange glances, their expressions serious yet filled with warmth. “Jalal, we’ve seen how happy you make our daughter,” Jodha’s father begins. “We believe that you two are meant to be together.”
Ayesha smiles, her eyes glistening with emotion. “We feel the same. We’re thrilled to see our son so in love. We believe a marriage should celebrate both families and cultures.”
Asim adds, “Why not have a wedding that honors both of your traditions? A Muslim ceremony and a Hindu wedding would beautifully symbolize your union.”
Jalal’s heart swells at the thought. “That sounds perfect!"
Jodha beams, her eyes shining with happiness.
Ayesha, ever the planner, nods enthusiastically. “Let’s discuss the details! Once we return to Mumbai, we can fix an auspicious date. Jalal told me once, Jodha wanted to get married at her native place, Jaipur. Can we fix that as the venue Bharmal Ji and Gayatri Ji?"
“Absolutely,” they agree.
As they continue to discuss the plans, excitement fills the room. They talk about the rituals from both cultures, sharing laughter and ideas about how to blend them seamlessly. Jalal can feel the love and support surrounding them, and he knows this union is built on strong foundations.
When the meeting comes to a close, Jalal and Jodha step outside for a moment of quiet. The cool evening air wraps around them, and the stars twinkle overhead. “Can you believe it? We’re actually planning our wedding!” Jalal says, his voice filled with wonder.
Jodha laughs softly, her eyes sparkling. “It feels surreal! I’m so grateful for our families’ support. This is going to be a beautiful journey.”
“Together, we can face anything,” Jalal replies, taking her hand in his. In that moment, he knows they are embarking on an incredible adventure, one that will intertwine their lives and create a tapestry of love and unity.
As they return to their families, Jalal feels a renewed sense of hope and excitement. With both their families coming together, he knows that this wedding will not only celebrate their love but also the beautiful merging of their worlds.
“Tonight was magical,” Jodha says, her voice soft and filled with emotion. “I can’t believe we’re actually getting married.”
Jalal smiles, his heart swelling with joy. “It’s just the beginning, Jodha. We’ll build our future together, celebrating both our cultures and creating our own traditions.”
As they stand together under the vast sky, Jalal pulls her closer, feeling an overwhelming sense of hope and happiness. “No matter what comes our way, we’ll face it together. I promise to love you and cherish you every step of the way.”
Jodha looks up at him, her eyes shining with tears of joy. “And I promise to stand by you, through thick and thin. Together, we can conquer anything.”
In that moment, as they share a moment of vulnerability, the world around them fades away. Jalal, with his intense gaze, draws closer to Jodha, who hesitates for just a moment, caught between her feelings and her duty. Their lips finally meet softly, a mix of passion and tenderness, symbolizing their deep connection and the overcoming of past conflicts. It’s a beautiful blend of romance and trust, capturing the essence of their relationship...a moment where love triumphs over all obstacles.. The future is bright, filled with love, laughter, and endless adventures. As they pull away, hand in hand, Jalal knows that this is just the beginning of a beautiful journey that they will cherish forever.
With their families united and their hearts intertwined, they step forward into the night, ready to embrace whatever life has in store, together.
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