AKDHA FF: 'No Name To My Desire' THRD 1- 6

-No Name To my Desire-

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INDEX

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Thread ONE

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Thread TWO

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TREAD THREE

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TREAD FOUR

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Chap 1

KOLKATA

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'Thank u.' jodha told the shopkeeper and took the bag from him. She just peeps inside the bag once and checked if the shopkeeper has missed anything. She can't afford that mishap to be unearthed a few hours later after reaching home. She needs everything at place next morning. It's a big day in her life. It's gonna be her son's first day at school. She wants everything to be perfect. She wants everything to be at its place. She doesn't wanna let her son feel ... things could have been better if he had a father.

Jodha step out of shop and without giving a proper look around utters, 'let's go Ric...' But before she could finish what she began ... the absence of her designated audience caught her attention. A long breath escaped her body...'not again! ... Rico I will kill u for this'...

This is the third time Jodha running after her three and a half year old son today. Well, this bhag jodha bhag is a part of her regular roster. 'But not today!', jodha murmured. Leaving a deep sigh Jodha started looking for Rico. While crossing an alley between two shops, something caught her attention. Her son was standing in front of a showcase window, staring at a sports car. His little longing eyes were glued to that sky blue fascinating speed star. Rico's unmoving dark eyeballs were testimonials to his desire. Catching a sight of her son wiped the worry of jodha's face. But something else fills its place...gloom...disappointment...helplessness.

Jodha wants to give her son everything he wishes, everything he deserves... everything a child needs...but she can't ... she can never. How can she afford such luxury when it's even tough to come in terms with the regular expenses, with such a meager salary? Whatever she earn by teaching at a school drains in household stuff. Now Rico's school! Jodha knows there are taught days ahead...'my boy...mama's really helpless baby...forgive her.'

Jodha drags her feet to her engrossed son. Slowly Places her hand on his head, caress his silky hairs. This feathery touch brought Rico back form his dream world. He looked up at his mother. 'You like this?' jodha asked in a soft voice. Looking at his mothers almost teary eyes, Rico knows what exactly he has to say. 'Nope. I don't like sports cars. They are too fast'. After replying her mother with a tight jaw, Rico starts walking towards the exit, but not before giving her mother a clear glimpse of what he hide. Jodha read it all in her little ones eyes. There he is just like her mama. With a pair of all-tell eyes. That demon couldn't imprint there', Jodha murmured to herself.

It was busy day for Jodha. Morning almost hurried at school. Then picking up Rico from Jinat's home, shop for him. Now back at home. Well that's what she calls this one BHK apartment at a clumsy area in north Kolkata.

Feeding Rico is like taming a mad horse, u never know the worst limit. Last minute tak nehi pata chalta ... sofe pe ulti karega ya bistar pe chatni girayega'. Well after rapping up the today's TOM and JERRY episode, Jodha finally manages to drag Rico to bed. After digesting replies of numerous whys, whats and hows, finally sleep enters Little Master. After giving a goodnight kiss on his cheek, Jodha rests her head on the headboard. She is feeling too exhausted today. Her face mirrors the immense struggle she is putting up every second of her life to keep these two lives going.

Jodha removes her dupatta and throws it on the foot of the bed then stretches her drained body to lie down flat ... hoping to get some sleep... gradually silence engulfs the room and thoughts started to descend in jodha's mind. Fighting with the looming worries jodha unknowingly slips into slumber.

Deep in night, something shook jodha out of sleep. While trying to fathom what exactly has happened, jodha felt somebody's fingers on her arm. They are now making their way upwards. Before they could reach her shoulder jodha get hold of them. But before she could utter anything, a strong hand closed her mouth. Wasting no moment a large figure descends on her. Sensing the danger jodha put in her all effort to get freed from his hold, but she is too feeble for this. Jodha struggled hard but in vain. He tightens his grip around her ... took jodha's both hands and pinned them above her head. His other hand is still on her mouth. He lowers his face, nears his mouth to her ear. Be mine tonight' whispers the invader. Chillness shivers down jodha's spine making her week presence even weaker. He removes his hand from her mouth and replaces it with his lips. His hungry lips made their way through her rosy petals. He invaded her mouth with his thirsty tongue. The more she struggles, the more he buries his weight on her. She finds it hard to even breathe, but there is no sign of any respite. Her full body is drenched in sweat. She is shivering like hell. Still her tormenter is unaffected. His teeth claimed one of her lips. She hissed in pain. Tears stared to flow silently. Suddenly jodha feels her invader's one hand is on its way downwards. It crushed her softies ... pressed them hard. Jodha tried to cry her heart out but her mouth is still sealed by those tormenting pair of lips. Things were rushing to the culmination and jodha was losing the battle all the way. Then something...something very hard brushed against jodha's core. She jerked in alarm, tried to push it away. The more she tries the more it nears her. Finally jodha feels his hand trying to find its way through her leggings. Immense fear ran through every part of her body...her veins. She jerked open her eyes. Soaked in her own sweat jodha is now sitting on her bed... breathing heavily and crying profusely ...the same nightmare...again...

Jodha enters bathroom and close the door behind making sure it doesn't disturb her son's peaceful slumber. Jodha splashes a few rounds of water on her face... covers her face with both of her hand. She stays a while like this, then slowly move her hands from face and look up to the mirror. Her eyes bear the mark of profuse crying. Pink shades on her cheeks have become dead pale. 'Why? Why this is happening to me? Why this is coming back to me over and over again? Why can't i throw it out of my mind? Why that devil is still haunting my mind, my dream, my life? Why can't i just forget him?' Jodha's mind was crying out those numb questions.

Jodha knew she cant...she can never...ever forget that night, she lost all to that devil. She can still feel his lusty gaze...his erotic breathe... his dominating touch. She can still feel those philanderous hands feasting on her body. Jodha breaks down on the floor... hugged her legs with both of her arms and buried her face between her knees... she sobbed hard... let her pain escape through her tears...she cried and cried...

Night is almost over. Outside the world is waking up to a new dawn but for jodha it is just a replica of those, she is living for last four and a half years...

PRECAP: Here comes Jalaluddin Mohammad...

-No Name To My Desire-

Chap 2

SOUTH DELHI

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'Yes or no?' clenching his fist tight, Jalal asked with a firm voice. The man standing on the other side of the huge glass table was too nervous to sum up a befitting reply. He doesn't know... what best possible words he could utter to pacify an almost 'ready to erupt' Jalaluddin Mohammad. Gathering all he had in store, Amir manages to begin something...'Sir... I tried... I tried to...' But before he could finish, Jalal cuts into... this time on a much higher pitch. 'Answer me in one word u idiot... yes or no?' Amir didn't have the guts to continue his effort to put forward some kind of justification to the whole fiasco. So he decided to come up with the exact one this time. 'No sir', he replied.

That was enough for Jalal...enough to shoot his rage to the roof. But somehow he manages to control his outburst this time. 'You are fired'. Saying this in a cold but absolute tone, Jalal turns around. He knows... if he keeps on looking at this loser's face any more, things are bound to break the barrier. But Jalal's final words snatched the earth beneath Amir, making his whole world hanging in uncertainty. He decided to make a last effort... 'Sir I tried my best, but at the last moment...'

'Are you trying to give me an explanation by any chance?' Jalal fumes as he turns around to face him once again, with raging fire in his eyes. 'Are you?' this time he banged on the table with his both fist making the entire desk tremble. 'If I have to bear you for another second in front of me Amir, trust me u will regret this all your life... out now'. Saying this Jalal turns around once again.

Amir knew it was the end of road for him. If there's any force on earth that can alter Jalaluddin Mohammad's words that is Jalaluddin himself. He dragged his dejected body towards the exit. Just then the door of the cabin swings open, Abdul enters. 'Good by sir', utters Amir and move out of the room. Sensing something went terribly wrong, Abdul hurried to Jalal, who is stills standing near the glass wall, facing the city skyline ... both of his fist hidden in the side pockets of his trouser. His exclusive bottega veneta tuxedo has found its fate on the floor. His fuming muscles are replicating his inner fire. 'What is it Jalal? What's wrong?' asked a worried Abdul.

'A whole month of planning ... pani ki tarah paisa bahao and what you get at the end of it... no sir, I tried my best sir... my foot!!! jee toh chahta hain jaan lelu saleka ... bloody ass****'. Jalal burst out in front of Abdul. Words came to halt but Jalal is still fuming with immense rage. And why not!!! Nothing pisses off Jalaluddin Mohammad more than the taste of defeat... even mere thought of his desire going for somebody else's pleasure, pushes him to the edge. 'I am vying for this company since last month, how can it lands at somebody else's hand?' Jalal pulls of his already loosen slick tie and throws it on the floor. Abdul knew his friend very well... he knew ... yeh tufaan tab tak nehi rukega, jab tak he can't get hold of what he desire.

'You relax... Let me take care of this.' Saying this Abdul take out his phone and dials a number. 'Mr. Mehta I have an amazing offer for you...arre auction me kya rakhha hai... kitna bidding mila aapko? ... bas!!! We will get you a double.'

Jalal couldn't hold a smirk. This act of Abdul pulled down the mercury level, both inside the cabin and inside Jalal's head. Jalal walks up to his chair and finally rests his body to relax. Within a few minute Abdul came back to Jalal...a victorious smile adored his face. 'Chalo... Mr. Mehta is ready to reconsider his previous deal... he took the bait... you will get what you want Jalal...so no more gussa ... no more shouting...and aapna mood thik kar...we are leaving for New York within a couple of hours...and that's much more important than this good for nothing company...' saying this Abdul turned to leave. Hey...Abdul', Jalal yells with a wink, thanks yaar'.

'Apne paas rakh', faking an attitude Abdul exits, leaving a much relaxed and amused Jalal behind. Jalal leaned back on his chair to relax his much strained nerves for a couple of minutes. Silence descends inside the exquisitely luxurious cabin on the top floor of IMPERIAL TOWER.

There are very few in this world, who is allowed to yell back at Jalaluddin Mohammad. The first and foremost of them is obviously Abdul. He is the one Jalal can TRUST...he is the one Jalal can look up to in his difficult times. He knows what Jalal is...he knows what Jalal can be. Jalal can brush aside his own thoughts...but Abdul's...never.

Releasing a deep breath Jalal looks at his Rolex submariners... Its 15 past 12 now... Time to get back to the hotel...time to get some food...for mind and for body as well...' Jalal smirks to himself and starts walking towards the door.

'I hope Sharif has made the arrangements already.' Jalal murmurs in mind as he glides through the door of his Mercedes GL class. That's the fourth SUV in his motorcade of total seven. Rest of them is to accommodate his specially trained security men. Since his accident these security stuff has become a part of his life... just like his ROLEX submariners. The only exception...they never amuse Jalal like the later.

It was about 1 o'clock at night. Jalal's convoy speeds through the gate of IMPERIAL REGENCY. That's one of a chain of hotels, Jalal have in almost every prominent city around the world. Sharif was waiting at the entrance with the manager. Welcome sir' bows the manager with the hope of getting a glance from Jalaluddin Mohammad. But hardly paying any attention to the stand bys, Jalal march across the lobby...towards the lift...exclusively preserved for him. Lift took him and Sharif to the 78^th floor of the hotel. This entire floor Jalal has kept for him. Whenever he comes to Delhi, he stays here... best place to unleash his dark desires without getting noticed by those million eyes vying 24/7 for any news...any scoop about the Chairman of IMPERIAL group and the present MUGHAL king. (Just to clarify this: MUGHALs don't rule anything now. It's more of a status presently. They are into business, but their huge ancestral fortune makes them superrich.)

'She is waiting for you in your bedroom sir', Sharif waves his finger towards the direction and awaits next order. 'Ok. You can leave now. But make my cars stand by... I will leave within a couple of hours', having said that Jalal moves forward to his room.

'Sharif has got a good taste' Jalal utters in his mind while checking out the girl from top to bottom...rolling his eyes on her almost bare legs and her sexy curves. 'Can you get me a drink?' Jalal asked the girl. Ya sure.' The girl walks up to the bar eagerly... fool enough to think Jalaluddin Mohammad wishes to drink from her hand. Sensing her think-line Jalal smirked to himself. If she had a chance to please the KING before, she would have known ... this is the only line he spends on the girl, he spends night with...

Jalal has already gulped down three glasses ... the girl is still going on and on and on... about her family, friends, what she do, what she don't...blah blah blah. He had no interest in her bio. He was eager to finish off the purpose for which he came here. Jalal was growing impatient every moment. After covering her personal details, the girl has now entered her profession. That knocked the limit for Jalal. 'Enough' he told to himself... Jalal held her hand and pulled her to him. She landed on Jalal with almost a thud. He held her bare waist and pulled her down with him on bed... she was trying to utter something but Jalal shut her up by smashing his lips on her's... Jalaluddin Mohammad doesn't believe in being hungry when the food has already been served. Within a few seconds their cloths were on floor... Jalal was inside her...ruling her body at his will.

This is a part his life now. His frustration, his anger, his anguish, his pain...all finds a way out through s*x.. Every night, a new one. There no love...no passion...no affection...just raw' pleasure...perhaps there's another reason which Jalal was very much aware of, but he never let that come out of the closet. It was hidden deep inside him...he never let anyone come any close to this secret of his. He can't afford to. How can he let the world know that this mighty lion had once fallen for his prey? How can he let the world know that Jalaluddin Mohammad couldn't get hold of the one, he marked as his own. How can he let the world know that he is still craving for that touch... still craving to be in those arms again...craving to mark her once again. Her eyes...her lips...her fragrance...her silky smooth skin...Jalal can still relive the passion he felt when he ruled her. It's been years now...but the memory of that night is sill alive in his mind. All these years he has been looking for a soul ... for a body that would extinguish the fire that's consuming him to the core...but the more he fails, the more it drives his crave for her.

It's 5 past 3 now. Jalal slips into his black tuxedo jacket with contrast shiny lapel...fastens the tie. Water drops still oozing out of his wet hair...a shower at night always subdues his boiling emotions. Jalal took some money out of his wallet and place them on table for the girl. Just then Jalal's phone rang into life. 'Yes Abdul' he received, Yes am ready. Wait for me in the car.'

Within a couple of minute Jalal was in his SUV. Convoy left for airport where his personal jet would be waiting to take its master abroad. 'Abdul, you have gone through the clauses minutely na?' asked Jalal.

'Yes I have. Only thing I want you to look into is...' before Abdul could finish what he began it was Jalal's black diamond i-phone that snapped the line. Looking at the caller's name, a frown made its appearance on Jalal's forehead. 'What is it now!!!' Jalal murmurs and picks up the call. 'Yes Ruqaiya'.

'When are u coming to Mumbai Jalal?' asked the lady.

'Yeh puchne ke liye raat ke 3 beje phone kiya tumne?' utters a much annoyed Jalal.

'Din me bhi kiya tha...6 bar...uthaya nehi', now it was Ruqaiya's turn.

'Busy tha Ruqaiya...' countered Jalal.

'Who toh tum pichle saat saal se ho Jalal' this time Ruqaiya's voice sounded heavy.

'Ruqaiya...can we just dig the grave later.' Jalal was about to cut the call of, but something made him stop...something stabbed him hard. It was Ruqaiya's words. 'I told you many times Jalal, the problem you have, is not an issue at all. It doesn't matter to me.'

'But it matters to ME Ruqaiya.' yells a fuming Jalal. The fire that's burning his heart, his mind, his life for last four and a half years, once again engulfs his entire existence. A hurt Jalal continues, 'our agar yeh tum samajh pati toh aaj mere paas hoti'. Finishing his line Jalal swiped the phone to dead.

'Why Abdul why? Why they don't let me forget? Kyun mere jakhm ko kured te rehte hai yeh log? Mujhe mere haal pe chod kyun nehi dete? Kyun?' By the time Jalal finished, a terrible pain had already replaced the anger on his face. He wanted to cry his heart out ... but he can't...he cant let the world see this vulnerable side of him...he cant let his enemies rejoice in this defeat of him. Jalal squished his eyes to gulp the rush of emotion...but a lone tear ruined his effort as it escaped through his eye lashes...Jalal buries his face in his palms.

A silent witness to all this, Abdul rests his head on the seat and closed his eyes in prayer, 'yah khuda sukun bakhs mere dost ko... sukun bakhs mere moula...'

PS: I know this chap is a bit long. But trust me it took more than two and a half thousand words only to portray a few shades of Jalal. Banda hai hi aisa... i just hope i could share successfully what i had in mind. plz do comment and tell me what u think of this chap and my Jalal.

PRECAP: abhi tak socha nehi😆

-No Name To My Desire-

Chap 3

KOLKATA

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'Salim...what'? Not trusting what her ears just absorbed, the principal decided to let it come all over again. Hence she repeated, 'what did u say? Salim what?'

'Salim Singh Rajput'. Jodha replied in a much annoyed tone. Her face had enough lines visible to portray her disgust with this curiosity-laden query of confirmation. Sensing her annoyance, principal decided to let this issue slip under carpet for time being. 'Well...yes...of course...why not'. After fumbling a few second for a suitable reply, she pushed a form across the table and asked Jodha to sign at the bottom. 'You just sign here Mrs...aa...Mrs...', leaving this address incomplete, principal looked up at Jodha hoping to get an answer to fill in her blank. 'Miss...Miss Jodha Singh Rajput'. With giving an extra stress on MISS, Jodha filled in the blank created by the principal, unknowingly making a hundred more of them in her mind. 'Salim doesn't have a father. I am his only parent'. Finishing all these in an authoritative tone, Jodha gave a stern look at the principal. 'Anything else?' a silent question that Jodha's frown hurled at the overzealous principal. Bumping into a tough opponent, principal decided to hang her shoes. Hence, without wasting any time further, she shifted her focus to the little soul sitting quietly beside his mother. 'Welcome to the Heritage Academy ... Salim', uttered the principal. A winning smirk adorned Jodha's face.

Giving a good by kiss on Rico's forehead, Jodha walked out of the principal's office, leaving her son behind to conquer his first challenge on his own.

Jodha's phone rang into life as she came out of the school. She fishes out the cell from her much crowded hand bag. A look at the caller's name spreads a smile across Jodha's otherwise worry stricken face. She hurriedly received the call. 'Ammijan aapka pota school me bharti ho gaya hai', Jodha answered the caller in a comforting tone.

'Beta admission fee kitna laga?' asked the worried lady on phone.

'Ammijan I told you na...agar paise lage toh main aapse mang lungi. You need not to worry at all', Jodha tried to pacify the caller.

'That's the problem beta...you never ask for anything', the lady on phone was determined to go on with this.

'I never ask because...I never felt the need to Ammijan. And leave these things to me. Aap bataiye aapki tabiyat ab kaisi hai? Aap Kolkata kab a rahi hai? Hum bohot miss karte hai aapko Ammijan', while coming close to the end of this line, Jodha could felt her voice chocking with a rush of emotion.

'I miss you too beta...bohot jee karta hai, tum logo ko dekhu...kitne din ho gaye Salim ko gale lagaye hue...mera bachha...' the lady couldn't conclude what she began, as tears chocked her voice. Both of them have lost their words...became silent while putting a fight against their overpowering emotions. A lull was venerating the emotion...the feeling...they have for each other...this silence cried out all those words, these two souls couldn't utter.

'Tum log thik to ho na beta?' due to some unknown fears, the lady resumed again.

'Jee Ammijan hum thik hai. Abhi rakhti hoon...will talk to you later', dragging this line to end Jodha quickly cut the call...she had to. How can she go on lying her Ammijan that everything is fine...how can she harp on the fact that 'THEY are fine'...while Jodha only knows how fine they are...how she managed Rico's admission fee. How much tough it's for her to fight this all alone. kaise kahoon ammijan main kaisi hoon...Leaving a deep sigh Jodha strolls forward.

MUMBAI

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Night descends on the palatial snow white IMPERIAL HOUSE at the sea-side of Bandra. Inside all are embracing solace in their slumber except two...Maham and her son Adham.

'Jalal kab wapas ayega Ammijan?' inquired a drunken Adham, who was resting carelessly on this bed couch.

Maham sensed something in this question of her otherwise indifferent son, so she decided to put it to check, 'Ek do din me ajayega. Why?'

'I have a new business idea. Bas Jalal agar paise dede toh...' Adham couldn't conclude his line as a hiccup breaks his going. He controlled his faltering senses and decided to continue but a fuming Maham cuts into this time.

'Khud ko to samhala nehi jata...business kya samhaloge tum!!!...kabhi dekha hai apni taraf...you are such a looser Adham...I am ashamed of you.' Finishing this all in one go, Maham turned away from her son.

'I am not a looser', Adham countered his mother on a higher pitch this time. 'I am not a looser. But Jalal mujhe kuch banne de tab na...har baat pe bhikh mangni padti hai usse...hath jorna padta hai uske saamne...kabhi paiso ke liye...kabhi ghar ke liye...kabhi gadi ke liye. Kyun Ammijan??? Kyun??? jaise ke yeh sab uske akele ka ho. 'Almost shaking with anger and jealousy Adham let it come out all.

Maham turned to face her son; her eyes were blood red with immense rage. She was shaking with anger. Maham knew this son of her will someday die a miserable death due to his dumbness and his habit of uttering wrong word at the wrong time. This time she couldn't control herself and lashes out at Adham. 'One thing you should get very clear Adham...yeh sab Jalal ke akele ka hi hai. Uske baap ka hai...hum sab uske ghulam hai...jab tak humare sar pe Jalal ka hath hai tab tak sab kuch hai, jis din yeh hath uth gaya...samjho ALL GONE.', Maham almost whispers this in a hissing tone.

'Magar uske baap ne aap se bhi toh nikah kiya tha...us hisab se toh main uska bhai hua na...to fir IMPERIAL pe mera bhi toh haq banta hai? So what that am a son from your first marriage...', an adamant Adham asked.

'Bewakuf!!!' yelled Maham and continued, 'According to the MUGHAL Inheritance Law, only biological son gets the right over property. Not the adopted or tumhari tarah step-brother.', a disgusted Maham continued, 'Jalal ek MUGHAL hai...uske jism me SHAHI khoon hai...Jalal jo hai, tum woh kabhi nehi ban sakte Adham.'

'Magar Ammijan main jo ban sakte hoon, who Jalal kabhi nehi ban sakta', Adham uttered with an evil smirk, gripping his empty glass more tightly.

'Isi baat ka to faida uthana hai Adham', Maham replied with a frown

'Magar kaise ammijan?', asked Adham.

'Yehi toh sochna hai...our bohot jald sochna hai'...dipping in thoughts...how she can use this weakness of Jalal as their weapon to victory, Maham walks out of the room. She knew...she must come out with something or the other very soon, to coronate his son with this MUGHAL legacy.

NEW YORK

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Gulping down his third Martini, Jalal releases his body on the lavish couch. He loosens his tie a bit...opens first two buttons of his shirt. It was a long weary day for Jalal...five meetings back to back...couple of tough calls... tougher decisions...his head was throbbing with ach now. 'Abdul, don't you think aajkal kaam ka pressure jyada bad gaya hai...?' Jalal asked his friend who is sitting near the window, relishing his late night vodka. 'These things are bound to happen Jalal. Sultanat barega toh shahenshah ka kaam bhi barega na'...Abdul played with a wink.

'Shahenshah huh!!! Agar shahenshah hote toh aapne harem me baithke apni 135 no begum se romance kar rahe hote...naki is hotel me tere sath time waste kar rahe hote...in fact Abdul...I don't think those Shahenshah(s) had that much work to do...itna kaam hota toh itni shadiyan nehi kar pate.' Jalal replied with a mild laugh.

'Jaise tum ek bhi nehi kar paye ab tak...' without giving much thought to what he is saying Abdul spoke his mind. But after the words are out and noticing its impact on his friend Abdul thought, 'sh*t... could have avoid this'.

Those words were enough to strike Jalal hard...enough to throw him in front of that horrible truth all over again...enough to wipe off the thin line of smile, adorning his lips a few seconds ago. Facing that fatal reality once again, his whole body stiffened like stone. 'Let's not get into this Abdul.' saying this Jalal walks up to the bar to refill his glass.

'Don't you think you are running away from reality Jalal? Yeh sachh ek na din tumhe face karna hi hai. You can't avoid it all life.' Abdul decided to bring his friend to the shore this time. 'Enough of messing around', he uttered in his mind.

Abdul's words hit the limit for Jalal. He couldn't control his temper anymore. Jalal smashed the glass on the floor, breaking it to thousand pieces. This act of him shocked Abdul to the core; he was on his feet now. 'I am not running away from anything Abdul. Jalaluddin Mohammad never runs away...never', Jalal yelled at the top of his voice.

'Then why are you not getting married!!!' in spite of sensing his friends erupting mood, Abdul decided to go on with his mission.

'You know the reason Abdul. Nothing is hidden from you', uttered Jalal in a painful voice. Tears have already started flogging in his eyes, ready to break loose at any moment.

'I know, but I can't understand Jalal. I know people get married...they have kids...then their world revolve around those lil ones...that's how life is...that's how life is suppose to be. But Jalal duniya me aise bohot log hai jo alag jindegi jeete hai... magar jeete hai...jindegi se mu nehi fer lete' Abdul tried his best to come up with something convincing to his friend.

'You don't know Abdul...' brushing aside his logic Jalal was about to utter something but Abdul impatiently breaks into, what I don't know Jalal?'

'It's not about the marriage or about the kid only...it's about the legacy ... it's about the inheritance of the empire... it's about the future of IMPERIAL Abdul.' an immense rush of pain arises in Jalal's heart and threatens to engulf his entire existence as he uttered those words. He again felt that known pang at heart but this time it was strong enough to swept him away with it...he couldn't bear it anymore...tears started to flow effortlessly from his eyes...but the worst part was yet to come. Jalal felt his heart tearing into pieces when he uttered next few words. 'Sab kuch khatam ho jayega Abdul...sab kuch...this empire...this legacy...sab kuch. Just because of me...just because I can never give this empire an HEIR...just because main kabhi is sultanat ko uska WARIS nehi de sakta...just because main kabhi baap nehi ban sakta.' uttering his final words Jalal broke down on the floor, crying his heart out...his inner pain was flooding his face with tears.

That accident has taken away everything from Jalal. The mighty Jalaluddin Mohammad is nothing but a poor soul at heart...a billionaire who endures a life even more miserable than that of beggar. All the luxury...all the success...all the power turns out to be meaningless, when he is forced to face this reality. For the world he is the KING whom defeat never touched. But at heart he felt defeated all the way. He has erected an invisible fortress around him; nobody is allowed to breach the gate. Behind those towering walls leaves the real Jalaluddin Mohammad.

Jalal knew he will die with this curse, leaving behind this legacy to be crumbled down to ashes. MUGHAL law bars an adopted son to a legal heir. Without a legal heir all will fall into the hands of those creeps...hence doom is inevitable...Jalal knew he will have to bear the curse to be the last MUGHAL...

Only if he could know...fate has other plans for him.

Only if he could know...he is not the last MUGHAL.

Only if he could know...his WARIS has already arrived in this world.

PRECAP: encounter of a different kind

-No Name To My Desire-

chap 4

MUMBAI

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It's been couple of hours since Jalal came back from his New York tour. Clock strikes at 9 in the morning. Hectic schedule and a long flight have taken a toll on Jalal's energy. He felt a terrible need for refreshment. But THAT not seems to be possible due to Sharif's absence. 'Damm...is Sharif ko bhi abhi london jana tha', Jalal hurled his disgust on the couch, banging his fists on it. Sharif's importance...well...rather his existence in Jalal's life has only one lifeline...that's related to Jalal's merriment. When it comes to girls, Sharif has always the best pick. He knows very well what Jalal likes and what he can't stand...and with Sharif, Jalal never face the worry of losing his personal substance to the 24/7 newsmongers. Hence in Sharif's absence, Jalal brushes the idea of THAT refreshment aside, and starts walking towards his bedroom.

Getting rid of his clothes, Jalal wraps the rob around his manly form and moves towards the swimming pool. This part of the house is exclusively preserved for Jalaluddin Mohammad. No one dares to set a foot in this 10th or the top floor of IMPERIAL HOUSE; this is Jalal's turf...his personal. A huge bed room, adjacent leaving place, office, study, gym, little theatre, play room - KING have everything to his order in this floor. The open area of this pent house has a swimming pool to it. This house has four lift, but only one has access to the 10th floor. One must have security clearance and due permission to enter this portion of the house. Usually Jalal doesn't allow anybody to come here...Exception Choti Ammi and Ruqaiya. He hardly enters the main portion of the house...once in a while he goes down to meet his Choti Ammi. Sometimes he joins them for a lunch or dinner there...but that's surely once in a blue moon.

Jalal let the black robe slip of his body, and dives in the blue water of the pool. He swings under the water...flips his body. Nothing pacifies Jalal more than a late night shower and a morning swim...brush of cold water was slowly wiping of the weary from his body.

'Sir, Ruqaiya Maam wants to meet you'. Hearing this Jalal stops in his motion and looked up to the security man standing by the side of the pool. 'Send her in'. Jalal gave a brief reply and sinks in the wave again.

In those pink top and blue shorts Ruqaiya could have stapled thousand hearts at a time. Her perfect curves, slender legs, dark lashes have many admirer in the society. Not that she had any problem with that. She too takes pride in those appraising gazes. But at the same time, she knows these admirations, fluttery are worth nothing when it's compared to Jalaluddin Mohammad and his huge fortune. Being Jalal's childhood friend she already enjoys many perks and luxuries which even a wealthy fellow on earth can't think of. She knows how life can be as Jalal's wife...she knows what it means to be Mrs. Jalaluddin Mohammad. She is craving for that life...for that title...for that status for years, but there is no force on earth that can turn Jalal's no' to yes'. But Ruqaiya was not the one who would budge so easily. Hence she is still on her mission.

'Kahiye kaise ana hua?' Jalal mockingly questioned as he swims to the shore and holds on to the side bar. He brushes aside his wet hair...runs his palm across the face wiping down the water drops. Rays of morning sun, reflecting on Jalal's silky smooth skin, makes the desirable hunk even more desirable.

'Do I need a reason to meet my king?' Ruqaiya whispers in a seductive tone, while sitting close to Jalal. But her antics didn't seem to work on Jalal, as their last conversation on phone was still playing in his mind. He was gazing at her with a stiff look. Ruqaiya knew things won't be better until she comes with an apology.

'Achha babah am sorry. Mujhe phone pe tumhare sath waise baat nehi karna chahiye tha...I promise, that won't be repeated in future. Ab toh has do yaar', Ruqaiya chuckled and brought her face near Jalal's, minimizing the gap between them. 'Jao maaf kiya. I hope you live up to your promise this time.' Jalal returned with an indifferent face. 'I will'. Sensing Jalal's slight change of mood Ruqaiya decided to proceed further. 'Shall I join my king for a swim?' Ruqaiya asked with a wink. Jalal got her hint. 'Not a bad refreshment either', Jalal uttered in mind. But before they go any further, Jalal's phone starts ringing. 'Can u get me the phone baby?' asked Jalal. 'Sure', Ruqaiya went to the table, took the phone and bring it to Jalal.

'Hey Abdul. What is it?' asked Jalal on phone.

'Manchester has preponed their bidding deadline Jalal. We must submit the quotation by today evening itself. You need to check this as soon as possible', a tensed Abdul finished it in one go.

'Aaa...well...ok...am coming to office'. Replied Jalal and cut the call.

'Yeh swimming due raha...some other time', Jalal uttered this to a visibly disappointed Ruqaiya. He walks out the pool and hurried toward his room. When it comes to business, pleasure takes a back seat for Jalaluddin Mohammad.

KOLKATA

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'Rico, jaldi se nahalo beta...school nehi jana?', Jodha repeats the same line for fourth time this morning but recipient still not showing any sign to respond. Little Master is very busy today. He is surfing through his quiz books and some colorful print outs, creating a mess on the bed. His eyes were jumping from one page to another...from one book to another. 'Rico!!!' Jodha yells for the last time form kitchen, before barging in to the bedroom. The visibly mess on bed pushed Jodha's rage a few more level upwards. 'What is this Rico? Yeh sab kya hai? Kar kya rahe ho tum? Chalo jaldi utho bistar se.' Saying this Jodha hurried toward her son to pull him out of his position. But before she could reach him, Rico hurled a bouncer at his mother. 'Mom, what's consists most part of a giant panda's diet?'

Jodha felt as if her head banged hard on a wall... she halts in her motion. 'What!!!' she asked in a confused state. 'Giant panda kya khata hai mom?' reiterated a tensed Rico. 'I...I...don...I...don't...', this sudden firing left Jodha simply dumbfounded. 'Mom...you don't know!!!' cried out a wide-eyed Rico. 'Then how am I supposed to win this quiz competition!!!' he was almost on the verge of crying. Now this made Jodha sense...there must be something...something serious that's ailing her lil one. Hence she toned down her temper and proceeds to look into the matter.

'What happened my baby? Why are you so tensed? Mamma ko nehi bataoge...', Jodha tries to pacify her much tensed son. She sits beside him and starts caressing his hair. This act of his mother cooled down Rico a bit, he mumbled with teary eyes, 'how am I gonna win mom...'

'What do you want to win shona?', Jodha pulled her son close to her heart.

'Mama Sunday school me quiz competition hai. Dusre school ke students bhi ayenge. Maine participate kia hai'. Rico uttered with little sobs intimidating his pace. 'Yeh to achhi baat hai na Rico, then why are you crying?' Jodha asked while caressing her son soothingly. 'Mamma mujhe toh kuch nehi pata...I don't even know what a giant panda eats...am never gonna make it mom...never'. Rico's sobs were louder this time. Jodha wrapped her arms around her son and pulled him closer. 'It's ok baby, it's been only few weeks since you have entered the school...you will get plenty of chances ahead. Tab dekh lenge...ok?' Closing her line Jodha starts waiting for a nod to her proposal...but that never came. A few second passed, but no reply reached her ears. Only Rico's faint sobs could be heard...Jodha could feel his denial in his silent cries.

Life has always been a battle for this 25 year old Rajput lady. She came across numerous hurdles in her life...some she conquered...some she couldn't. But she never let negative traits tint her soul. She always took life as it came. She tried to inspire this to her son as well. Jodha wanted him to be a humble, obedient and above all...a sensible human being, who values other's emotion...other's pain...just as his own. Not that she had any complain with her lil one. Rico is very sensible and humble...even more than any kid of his age. But there is one trait Jodha has never been able to curb...Rico's obsession with winning. Be it a race with friends or a not so serious' cricket match, when it comes to challenge, Rico can't stand defeat. He won't leave until he wins the game. Many times Jodha has contemplated about taking to her son about this...but then she thought he is too young to understand all these. Probably he doesn't even aware of the fact that what he has, is some kind of a problem. May be he will change with time', Jodha always consol her own self' with this line. But today she met the reality once again...loosing or giving away is never an option to please Salim. Leaving a deep sigh Jodha decided to give in to her son this time as well.

'Competition kab hai?' asked Jodha.

'The day after tomorrow mom', replied a subdued Rico.

'That means we have one day and two night with us...then fikar not... hum jamke padai karenge...then panda ho ya anaconda - sabko dekhlenge...our Rico school me sabki chutti kar dega...ok?' This time Jodha was certain about the reply.

'Yes mom', yelling at the top voice, Rico move out of Jodha's arms and jumped out of the bed. By the time Jodha could have reached him, Rico had already started jumping around in the room. He was hoping in different styles and formations to express his jovial state, turning the room messier than the bed. Staring at her Bandar for a few second, Jodha finally made her mind to stop this mess...well she didn't need to put in much effort for that as the room was small enough to ease her job. In no time Jodha caught Rico and picked him up in her arms. 'chalo ab hum nanu nanu karenge', Jodha uttered as she kissed Rico's cheek. 'Mom...no nanu nanu...am not a kid.' Rico loudly protested to this childcare language of her mother. 'Ok...ok...my grown up young man...no nanu nanu from now on...then...what do I say...let's have a shower Salim'. While finishing this line Jodha rubbed her nose on Rico's cheek. Giggling loudly, the mother and son duo finally steps inside the bathroom.

MUMBAI

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Leaning back on his office chair, Jalal was relentlessly pressing the tip of his thumb against his forehead. A deep frown and a few unwarranted lines on his face were replicating his not so happy state of mind. 'Again having that headache Jalal?' asked Abdul as he took a seat on the couch, placed few meters away from Jalal's desk.

'Are Abdul...sorry yaar...didn't notice you coming'. Jalal replied without shifting from his position. But Abdul barely paid any attention to Jalal's courtesy...he was more concerned about this new found illness his friend's...hence he came again, 'Doctor se baat ki? This is fifth time this week that you are having a headache'.

Jalal knew it's nearly impossible to dislodge Abdul, when he is religiously after something...so he decided to surrender this time. 'Yap...I did. Doc says...too much stress and work load feeding on my nerves...pushing me to depression...and some more sh*t like that.' that was enough to jerk Abdul on his feet...he rushed to Jalal's table with raging footsteps. 'What!!!...tune mujhe bataya kyun nehi...you didn't told me you are that ill Jalal...you are hiding all these and pretending you are fine...upar se itna kaam...itna stress...have you lost it jalal!!!...do you have any idea, where it all can lead...it can be fatal you duffer!!!' Abdul nearly lashes out at his pal. While this tornado was wrecking the land, there was a saintly calmness prevailing on the other side. Jalal was waiting for the storm to be over...once it was, he commenced, 'Isi liye...isi liye nehi bolna chahta tha...see...baap kahika!!!'

'Main kuch nehi janta...you are taking a break...and that's final. I am arranging the holiday for you...kal se chutti lelo...I will cancel all your appointments for next 15 days...kaam ke bare me mat soch...I will handle this. tu bas chill kar'. Saying all these in an absolute tone, Abdul returned to the couch. Jalal wanted to protest but something in him held him back...perhaps Abdul was right...perhaps he need some rest...perhaps he need to stay away from all these sh*t for a while.

Meetings...decisions...deals...rivalry...strategy...congestion is so much that its even hard to breath ease these days for Jalal. It's not that this is anything new to him...he is tackling all these since 15, at the year he took over IMPERIAL, immediately after the demise of his father. But now a days a strange restlessness engulfing him...well the reason behind is not too hard to fathom. 'Abdul is right...I need a break.' Jalal confirmed to himself.

'Humare Monaco wale yacht ka kya hua Abdul? Chalne layak hai ya jung lag gayi hai?' Jalal asked with a sly smile adorning his lips, much to the surprise of Abdul. But more over Abdul was very happy that his bill has been passed without a single objection. 'Are wah ek hi baar me maan gaye Mughl-e-Azam!!!' replied Abdul with a wink. 'thik hai...thik hai...jyada drama karne ki zaroorat nehi hai...arrange a Monaco holiday for me.' Faking a serious tone, Jalal said. 'Hilltop staying...refreshing cruise...and babes...huh...what else a man can want...' Jalal uttered as he stood up and stretched his hands. 'Plan it from Sunday.' told Jalal. 'Ok buddy. Fir main Sunday se tere sare appointments cancel kar raha hoon.' Informed Abdul as they both were gearing up to leave.

Abdul was about to pull the cabin door, but something popped up in his mind...he stopped and turned to Jalal. 'Sunday IMPERIAL TRUST ka program hai...you know that annual charity stuff...tum har saal jate ho...iska kya karoon?' Abdul couldn't take this decision on his own as he was aware of Jalal's emotional attachment to it. Jalal never miss a single program of IMPERIAL TRUST, however busy he might be. This TRUST was built by his father late HUMAYUN. For Jalal looking after this TRUST was no less than fulfilling his father's wish. How can he miss this time!!!

'Hmm...' Jalal thought for a moment and come out with the obvious solution, 'then count the holiday form Monday onwards. Sunday main program attain karunga. Waise is baar TRUST ka program hai kahan?' inquired Jalal.

'It's in Kolkata. They are having a quiz competition among kids. Venue will be Heritage Academy. Apna hi schhol hai...so no security concerns...and tujhe bas ek adh ghanta hi rehna hai...then you can come back.' Abdul assured Jalal. 'Alright its final then...chalo yaar good night...see you later.' Saying this Jalal exits from his cabin, without knowing what lays ahead for him...without knowing, this regular charity tour will turn out to be the most unexpected event of his life...after which nothing will be same again...neither Jalal's life nor the future of IMPERIAL.

PRECAP: I guess aap log itne samajhdar toh ho hi...😆😉

-No Name To My Desire-

chap 5

KOLKATA

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'Who created The Vitruvian Man?'

Host threw the question at five different group of students, sitting behind the podium. They are all aged from 5 to 10. 'Group A' was quick enough to hit the buzzer first. 'Yes...the answer please', instructs the host. 'It's...aaa...its Leonardo...aaa...Leonardo...Leonardo...kya tha yaar', the boy scratched his head in search of the rest of his answer. Then came up confidently, 'ohh yes...it's Leonardo De Caprio'. It took few seconds for the auditorium to fathom the error in answer...once successful, the entire house burst into laughter...and Jalal was no exception. He was struggling hard to maintain his 'BOSSY' dignity by suppressing a huge urge to join the laugh riot with others. That was tough indeed. 'Bechara Vinci!!! bekar me itni mehnat ki...Titanic ka ek ticket kat lete...baat ban jati'. Jalal laughed to himself, as he enjoyed the scenario from his Guest seat.

After a few rounds of applauses and some delighted brush with laughter, finally the competition came to end. There were one pair of winners from each age group - 2 to 5; 5 to10; 10 to 15. It was time to reward the rockers. All winners were called upon the stage. The principal of Heritage Academy was supposed to give away the prizes. She was a bit down today as none of her senior students could even manage to make it to the finale, leave winning in any category. Their performances were just pathetic. 'Kal to sabka guardian call hoga...chairman ke saamne naak katadi school ki'. She murmured in her mind. Her only relief was lil Salim and Sneha who won their group as a pair. 'Kid hi sahi par winner to hai'. She breathed a relief.

Students queued up on the stage to collect their trophy. Their faces were brightened with the glory of victory...for some it was their maiden. Their eyes were flushing with the eagerness to touch their prize...these moments always take Jalal back to his school days at DOON...when he used queue up for trophies just like these kids. He was a very bright and hard working student back then. Though could not pursue for long...sudden demise of his father compelled him to denounce study and took up the responsibility of IMPERIAL. He left his dream to live somebody else's. But he understands the value of education and knowledge. For that he has decided to fund education for poor kids. IMPERIAL TRUST carries out many projects aimed to serve that purpose...but Jalal surely miss those days...

'Chairman Sir...Chairman Sir.' Principal's call pulled Jalal out of his trance. He looked around...prize distribution was done...kids had already left the dais. Teachers and students present in the audience were now waiting to hear the chairman of IMPERIAL TRUST. There is a custom they follow every year. After the prize distribution ceremony, Jalal asks a question to the students...whoever comes up with the right answer, gets a special gift from Jalaluddin Mohammad...hence it was his turn.

'Chairman Sir...we are waiting for you', reiterated the principal. 'Yap lets start', uttering this Jalal walks up to the centre stage...principal hands over the mike to him. Before commencing his speech, Jalal rolled his eyes on the audience...mostly students...some niharofying their trophy...some sitting dejected, wrapping the agony of failure around them. After gazing them for a while, Jalal begins, 'Garmi bohot hai...bohot door se ana para...bohot padai ki...firbhi jeet nehi paye...bura lagta hai...bohot bura lagta hai. magar isse jindegi ruk to nehi jati. Next year work harder...who can say...shayad ek trophy se bohot jyada kuch mil jaye. yeh sab to chalta rehta hai...but trust me...aj se 10-15 saal bad...you will long for these days...you would be agreed to bestow even crores only to relive such a day. So forget who won who lost...just live the moment...they never gonna come back'. The entire auditorium clamored with clapping. Some young faces showed up a faint line of smile while some older ones nodded in affirmation.

'Ok ok bohot ho gayee serious talking, now get started with the business. I am gonna ask you all a question, whoever gives the right answer, is going to get a special gift from me. And teachers plz...this is not for you. Here goes my question...there was a company, which used to manufacture tractors long ago, they used to make tractors from rejected parts of war machines...now they are the makers of worlds one of the most expensive sports car. Who are they?' after finishing this Jalal starts looking for the willing faces eagerly. But after waiting for a well few seconds, he sensed the odds. Students looking at each other with inquisitive face... teachers breathing relief that they are freed from the ordeal of replying this alien question. As a result...silence filled the entire auditorium. Principal could sense the disappointment, visible enough on Jalal's face.

'What!!! No answer!!! It seems nobody is interested in sports cars...no wonder our country doesn't produce one. You know...at your age I could have gone through any hurdles just to ride her once...anyways...I guess that's it for today...better luck next t...' Jalal couldn't finish what he began as a thin voice echoed through the hall, interrupting his closure speech. Too immersed into the effort of restraining him from disclosing his disgust, Jalal missed what the voice uttered. 'Sorry...who is this?' asked Jalal with a frown. 'It's Lamborghini...the answer is Lamborghini'. That thin voice came again, on a higher pitch this time. Jalal's eyes were raking through countless heads, trying to zero upon the speaker...but he couldn't...same was the condition of those present in the auditorium. Jalal got what he wanted...he got the answer...but he is yet to get the winner.

'Who is it? Come forward please...' just as Jalal uttered this he noticed a commotion at the extreme corner on right. Some body was trying to make a way through the jamming of big boys. 'Let him come forward'. Jalal spoke on mike. After creating a near turmoil, a tiny figure appeared before the row of tall boys. 'That's it!!!' Jalal couldn't hide his surprise looking at the size of the winner. 'Does he even know the spelling of Lamborghini?' Jalal uttered in mind. 'Impossible! This can't be my winner of the year!' Jalal decided to fix this fiasco and whatever reason behind it.

'Come on Rico...come on the stage quickly'. Principal called out the lil champ to take his gift from the Chairman...but Jalal was yet to get hold of the fact.

'Are you sure he gave the answer?' Jalal whispers to the principal.

'Yes sir...Rico chota hai, magar bohot tezz hai...he is one of those two students from our school, who won the competition'. Principal told with a proud face.

'But he is just a baby...itna chota bachcha...konse class me parta hai? Asked Jalal, who was anything but convinced.

'He is in kg1...just got admission...few weeks back'. Replied the principal.

'Yeh ma baap bhi na!!! kya ho jata agar do char din our khel leta bechara...dal dia school me!!! Jalal sighed and laid his eyes on Rico. Jalal rolled his eyes on the tiny figure. A faint line of smile appeared on his lips.

Pant jispe ink gira hai...blazer jo size me thora bara hai...tie jo loose ho gaya hai...bal jo thora...nehi kuch jyada hi messy hai...khud ko thikse samhala nehi ja raha...upar se hath me trophy pakar rakhha hai...Jalal couldn't remember last time when he came across such a deadly mess. Apart from that answer part, Jalal was actually amused at the sight of this strange kid...he was eager to unearth the mystery behind this kids knowledge about the most expensive sports car. He was waiting...waiting for the kid to come to him.

Rico was scaling the stairs slowly, as his tiny legs were not fit enough to make swift steps. Jalal's eyes were fixed on him...though initially a little upset about the size of the winner, now he was actually enjoying the sight of this lil crusader...

'Yes maam', said Rico as he stood in front of the principal. Rico knew he has given the right answer but he didn't now what was suppose to be followed...but the little master was very excited at this new happenings around. 'Chairman wants to talk to you Rico. He has some gift for you...go talk to him'. Principal patted lightly on his shoulder and gave him a little push towards Jalal.

This big guy was a complete stranger to Rico. Its not that he was scared...the word fear is alien to this lil heart, but he was curious...curious about what's coming next. He strolled towards the tall guy.

'Yes Sir', uttered Rico. In his effort to look at Jalal's eyes, he almost threw his head back to the extent of falling flat. Sensing this size' matter, Jalal came down on his knees in front of Rico.

'Can you repeat your answer?' he asked in a very low voice.

'The answer is Lamborghini', reiterated a confident Rico.

'Who told you the answer?' Jalal asked very carefully in a soft tone, making sure the reason behind his question doesn't frighten the kid by any chance.

'I know the answer. Nobody told me'. Rico replied with a tight jaw.

'Do you know which country this company belongs to?' asked a bewildered Jalal as he was still far from convinced...how can a kid reply to this question!

'Italy'. Answered Rico...making Jalal completely dumbfounded...now he was left with no other option but to admit that...somehow...this boy...knows about Lamborghini.

'Where did u learn all these...I mean about Lamborghini?' Now Jalal was damm curious. He wanted go further with this.

'I read it in a book...it had photos of all sports cars...all of them...it was written there. There were Lamborghini, Ferrari, McLaren, Mercedes...all of them'. Rico explained enthusiastically. Finally he has found somebody who has interest in his knowledge about sports cars. His mother can't even pronounce Lamborghini at one go. Whenever Rico starts with this, she shuts him up with a 'concentrate on your study' bhashan. A fed up Rico has ceased his attempt these days. But today he found his audience!!!

Jalal was impressed...actually he was more than impressed. This lil boy took him back to his childhood days...he remembered how mad he was for sports cars...his room was filled with various models of sports cars...though mere toys they were then...this madness only grew with age...now he has a dozen of them in his garages...many of them are exclusive.

'So...jab sab are bachhe Mandrake, Richie rich parte hai, aap sports car ke bare me parte hai?' asked a half amused, half surprised Jalal. 'I love sports cars...muhe bohot achhe lagte hai...kitna teez bhagte hai...saaa karke'. While uttering the last pair of words, Rico gave a demo with his hand how actually a sports car speeds away...saaa karke...by moving his right hand from right to left. An enthusiastic Rico continued, 'koyee pakar nehi pata...I just love sports cars...I love reading about them'. Rico spoke untill he was out of breath. Jalal could sense the excitement in his voice...he posed as a faithful listener to this new found wonder. Hence Rico went on with it, 'there is a toy shop at the mall...waha bohot sare chote chote sports car hai...red, blue, black...bohot achhe ache...mujhe bohot pasand hai...I...' Rico was about to go on but something popped up in his mind...something...he remembered and halted abruptly. How can he divulge to this stranger that though he long for them, he doesn't have any...how can he divulge that his mom doesn't have enough money to get him one.

On the other hand Jalal was too engrossed in this lil boy's innocence to notice this sudden closure. Staring at this innocent enthusiasm, Jalal could felt his heart melting at a lightning speed. 'Sach kehte hai log...bachhe toh khuda ka noor hote hai...they make life heaven'. Jalal uttered in mind.

'Sir, aap ise gift nehi denge?' principal decided to intervene as she encountered the fact that the procedure has come to a halt, as both of them are lost in their chit chat, being obliterate to the surrounding and the purpose behind it. Her call broke Jalal's thought, dragged him back to the present. 'Aaa...yes...but there is a problem.', Jalal continued while staring at Rico, 'actually dear what I have brought today is for big boys...and you are...aaa...much bigger than them...so I can't give it to you...yeh gift due raha...I will get back to you very soon.' But Rico was visibly disappointed, as he was hoping to get something special from this tall guy who seems to be very important person. Rico lowered his head in disappointment. Now that bothered Jalal...he felt he must do something to lighten up this lamp again.

'What to do?...what to do?' Jalal murmured in his mind for a couple of second as he scratched his forehead with the tip of his finger. Then suddenly he picked up a paper from the centre table and stretched it to Rico. Write down your name on it', told Jalal.

'Why?' asked Rico.

'So that I don't forget about your gift.' Jalal spoke with a smile.

Rico eagerly took the pen and paper from him and wrote down his name on it, then gave it back to Jalal. Jalal gave a look at paper and wrote something, a few centimeters above the spot where Rico has written his name. Reading what Jalal just wrote, a broad smile appeared on Rico's face.

'My new friend', Jalal whispered with a wink.

Next morning...

'Mails checked. Accounts' details checked. Stock updates checked. Abdul ki bakbak checked...sab kuch checked. Ab bas flight to Delhi check karma hai...then good by India for a month...Monaco I am coming.' Jalal yells the final few words as he folded his laptop and stood up.

Things are done here in Kolkata. TRUST's program wrapped up neatly. Now it's time for Jalal to return...return to his life...return to set off for his Monaco holiday. When he came to Kolkata he was upset...subdued...drained, but when leaving the city...he is an almost different Jalal...much relieved...much relaxed. 'That program...that quiz...that kid...kuch toh kar gaya...' Jalal thought. An effortless smile played on his lips as he remembered that lil wonder. Nice boy', uttered Jalal. But no sooner the face of Rico appeared before Jalal's eyes, something else trespassed his thought as well...Jalal's promise to Rico...promise to give him his due gift.

'How could I forget? Sh*t...I can't get something by myself...but I must arrange'. Jalal thought and picked up his black diamond to dial for Arshad...the guy look after Jalal's affairs in Kolkata. But before Jalal could press the contact button, phone itself started buzzing...It was Arshad.

'Yah Arshad...what is it?' inquired Jalal.

'Sir sorry to disturb you so early but we have a problem here', Arshad sounded tensed on phone.

'What?' asked Jalal, pondering on what this could be?

'Sir a plane has gone missing from Malaysia...so India Govt. has declared an air emergency for next 48 hours...they are suspecting there could be some terror intention behind this...so all ATCs are closed...' before Arshad could finish Jalal interrupted, that means...'

'Yes sir, that means we can't fly out of Kolkata for next two days', Arshad concluded...expecting a burst out from his boss.

'Are you for nuts...am suppose to leave for Monaco next afternoon...all set...everything will be ruined...do u have any idea what you are saying.' yells a furious Jalal.

'But sir none of these is in our hand...it's a Govt. order'. Arshad tried to put forward some logic.

'To hell with the order...bloody ass****...' before he loose his mind and trek any further, Jalal cuts off the call.

'Damm...sara plan barbad kar dia. Now what am I suppose to do here for two days'. Jalal felt like crushing the head of whoever has issued this order. 'Grrr...' An angry Jalal swept his hand over the centre table, making the flower vase rest in peace in pieces...on floor. After growling across the suit for another couple of minutes, breaking and throwing some more antics, finally Jalal threw his body on the bed. He couldn't fathom how much wreckage will actually be able to cool down his temper. 'I hate this...I hate being here...I hate Kol...' before he could finish what he began, his left hand brushed against something on bed. He picked it up to look at it. It was a piece of paper with something written on it. A look at this paper changed Jalal expression drastically...from sulky to soft. 'Ok...this can be my respite today'. Jalal uttered as he jerked up from the bed and started walking towards the leaving.

'Hello Arshad...get my car ready.' Jalal told on phone.

'Give me 15 minutes sir, I will arrange your cavalcade'. Answered Arshad.

'Did I ask about the cavalcade? Jitna kaha utna karo. Get me a car.', Jalal reaffirmed the order and put the call to rest.

A few minutes later...

Jalal glided into the back seat of his Porsche. He was very happy with the plan he has sketched for his day out. It's surely gonna be fun'. Jalal thought.

'Sir, kahan jana hai?' asked the man with steering.

'Heritage Academy', answered Jalal with a smile on his face...his eyes were fixed on the piece of paper, he found on his bed. Reading it over and over again only broadened Jalal's smile to the extent of mild laugh...rolling his gaze for the last time on the paper, Jalal moved his eyes to the tinted window ...uttering in mind what he just read...'MY NEW FRIEND RICO'.

PS: thora lamba hai...bear karlo plz.

-No Name To My Desire-

chap 6

KOLKATA

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'Can I take that kid out with me, for couple of hours?' Jalal asked for the principal's permission, knowing very well that she doesn't have the guts to deny her BOSS...even if the school's rulebook bars allowing a student to leave school with somebody who is not a legal guardian. 'Which boy Sir?' a bewildered principal asked. 'Aaa...that boy who answered my question yesterday...Rico', Jalal replied impatiently as he was not at all interested in taking that conversation further. 'Achha...that kid!!! But Sir classes are on...I mean...' the principal fumbled as she didn't know how to bring the issue of RULE in front of her boss...she didn't know how to tell him that she can't let that kid go out with him without his parents' consent. Jalal sensed the reason behind her hesitation. But before the reason could take the front stage, the businessman in him arrives in action. 'Ek din class miss karne se kuch nehi hoga...and if his parents raise questions about this...tell them he went with ME. Now call him quickly. I don't have all day.' Jalal's final words and his tone sealed the deal for him. The principal knew what's next for her. She picked up the receiver and asked to send the kid to her cabin.

The dazzling Porsche was speeding down the flyover. The city skyline was passing by but the duo sitting inside the car hardly had any time to waste their gaze on it. They were lost in their own world...immersed in their own conversation. For Rico...this tall guy was a new world...new outlet...where he could let all his passion, all his dislikes out...which he can't do with his mother. And for Jalal, Rico was a pleasant 'refreshment' which made him forget all his worries...all his troubles. The duo was enjoying each other's company to the core.

'You know Rico, mujhe bhi sports car bohot pasand hai. If it's between 'fast car' and 'fast girl', I always go with the car'. Jalal uttered in a momentum without contemplating its possible effect on the lil listener. 'Fast girl matlab?' asked a confused Rico to whom this terminology was completely alien. His question pinched Jalal to reality...brought him to the fact, with whom he was talking. 'sh*t...how did I forget, I was talking to a kid!!! Hold your tongue Jalal!!!' He scolded himself in mind. Jalal decided to drive the topic other way. 'What were you saying yesterday? kaunse shopping mall me fast cars ki shop hai?', Jalal tried to change the topic but he was far from success. 'Nehi aap pehle bataiye fast girl kya hai.' Rico was at it again. If Jalal had known this boy for long, he would have been aware that it's impossible to budge Rico, when he is after something. 'yah Allah !!! Kitna ziddi ladka hai!!!' Jalal murmured and started pondering over...what could be his possible way out from this mess.

'Friend, what's this fast girl...batao na?' Rico asked again. Jalal knew he must come out with something...something apt...something useful...and that too very soon.

'Fast girl means...aaa...it means...smart girls...aaa...good girls...like...aaa', Much eloquent Jalaluddin Mohammad never had such a tough time gathering words in his entire life. 'Like my mother? She is very smart', Rico interrupted Jalal's tough going without knowing he actually made it smooth for him. Without wasting any time further Jalal seized the opportunity, 'Yes...just like your mom...just like all moms...smart moms...fast moms.' With this Jalal breathed a relief. 'Is baar toh bach gaye but from now on no loose talk Jalal', he swears to himself. On the other hand Rico was satisfied with what he got. Now he decided to proceed to cars and shops. 'That toy shop is in South City Mall', told Rico. 'Ok...then let's go to South City Mall', Jalal ordered the chauffeur. The car took turn towards South City. The duo again gets started with their car-katha.

A few minutes later...

The car halted in front the Mall. Jalal came out of the door quickly and proceeded towards the other side of the car to open the door for Rico. But before he could reach, Rico had already opened the door...what followed was a disaster.

Rico tried to jump out of the car but while doing so his foot gets trapped under the floor mat. As a result he almost sprang out of the car door...and landed on his face...that too on the stone pavement of the footpath. Jalal tried to grab him but missed by the difference of a hair. The entire scene took place before his eyes...but he simply couldn't do anything. Jalal never felt so helpless, so panicked, so scared in his life. 'Rico!!!' shouted Jalal and rushed to him.

Jalal picked up Rico by his shoulder...made him stand. The only thing Jalal had in mind was whether he is ok or not.

'Are you ok???...tumhe chot to nehi...ohh sh*t', Jalal halted midway...the sight of blood on Rico's forehead shook him to the core. He was hell shocked. He could feel his nerves giving way to numbness. Jalal touched the bruise with trembling fingers. 'Ahh', Rico winced in pain. His reaction made Jalal realizes he shouldn't have done that...he shouldn't have touched it. Sorry dear...very sorry...I didn't know...' fumbled a bewildered Jalal. A sight of blood on this lil one made Jalal absolutely numb, his mind stopped functioning. He have never been in such a situation before...actually he never been with a kid before.

Blood was oozing out of Rico's bruise...his head was throbbing with pain...but these things were nothing new to lil master...stumbling, falling, getting wounded then scolded by mother - these all are part of Rico's daily roster. This time the only difference is that he will face his mother's wrath later. Rico was used to such calamities...but not Jalal. Hence, Jalal was shocked with the latest occurrences. Sensing this Rico tried to pacify him. 'Friend its ok...yeh toh mere sath chalta rehta hai'. Rico uttered to a visibly lost Jalal. 'What you saying!!! Look at your face!!! There is all blood on it'. Jalal uttered fanatically.

This convo could have stretched for long, if the driver wouldn't have come to rescue. 'Sir here is a doctor's chamber just beside the mall. You can take the boy there'.

'Yah yes...we must go there. Come Rico', told Jalal as he took his tiny hand in his hold.

'Cut thora deep hai. Stitch karna parega'. Doctor told Jalal after examining Rico's wound.

'What!!! Stitch!!! Usme to bohot dard hoga!!!. Jalal was almost petrified at the thought of needle piercing into this lil boy's skin. He went again, 'there must be another way right? Like medicine or something?'

'No sir we must stitch...waise jyada dard nehi hoga bas do hi stitch honge', said the doc.

Now it was Rico who came into action. 'It's ok friend. Mujhe dard nehi hoga. Last month four stitches hue the mere leg me...tab mujhe dard nehi hua tha'.

'What!!! Four stitches!!! But why?' now Jalal's was horrified.

'Woh maine apne pair ke upar knife gira dia tha', Rico explained with a puppy face.

'What!!!' Jalal almost yelled, now he didn't know what to say anymore.

'Hmm...bachha bara hi honhar lagta hai...app fikr mat kijiye sir, do stitches se iska kuch nehi hone wala'. Doc spoke to Jalal with a smile.

'Mujhe bhi aisa hi lagta hai...kijiye fir stitch'. Jalal gave nod to the Doc.

'Come spider man, come here'. Doc took Rico in his arms and made him sit on the stretch chair.

'Sir...aap iska hath pakar ke rakhiye...kya pata last time me spider man dar jaye'. Doc signaled Jalal with his eyes to hold Rico's hands. Jalal came to the kid and held his hand.

'Ahh', Rico cried as the needle pierced through his skin. He griped Jalal's shirt. 'Aaa', this time the cry lasted longer as the thread moved through his skin. Rico was slowly curling into Jalal's arms, trying to move away from the Doc. Jalal wrapped his arm around his shoulder. He was continuously caressing the lil soul to sooth his pain. Today Jalal was actually surprised at himself...he never knew this soft, caring side of him ever existed. He never imagined ha can actually do such stuff...worrying for somebody, caring for one. This lil boy has unearthed a completely different Jalaluddin Mohammad.

Doc was done with his job. A lone teardrop escaped Rico's eye, as the doc tied his final stitch. Jalal wiped that drop with his fingers. He was still holding Rico in his arm. After being done with the stitch Doc made Rico swallow a capsule.

'I gave him a painkiller. He will feel better. bass thora dizziness rahega. So take care of him and ho sake toh aap ise kuch pila dijiye...like fruit juice or something'. Doc advised Jalal as he handed over the prescription to him.

'Ok doctor. Thank you'. Jalal shook hand with the doc and held Rico's hand to proceed towards the exit.

'Come dear...let's go', Jalal taped on his hand and gave him a lil pull. But due to the effect of the painkiller, Rico head, which was already filled with dizziness, gave up, making him loose balance. This time Jalal caught him in time.

'I think you shouldn't let him walk. God me le lijiye', advised the doctor.

Jalal never felt so awkward in his entire life. He has always been a loner. Spend his life doing stuff which the world calls business. He never mingled with people that much, except a few ones. Even with them also, his interactions are very articulated. He never chilled out with friends...went on a picnic...or been in a family get together. He simply didn't know how to be with somebody...be close with them. These human languages were alien to him. He never tried to stroll into that arena...not even then when he felt this art could gave his life a different direction or could make things easier for him. This is the first time, he spend so much time with a kid that too with a stranger one. He actually never knew a kid before. Rico was the first one who broke into the Giant's castle.

Jalal nodded to the Doc but he didn't know whether he would feel ok with a kid on his lap or not...whether the kid would be comfortable or not. With a little hesitation Jalal finally bend to Rico, picked him up by his waist. Jalal held Rico close to his heart and locked him with his arms. Rico settled himself in his new seat and wrapped his arms around Jalal's neck...gave him a broad smile. That innocent smile wiped every hesitation from Jalal face, as it too glowed with a broader one. This boy surely knows magic. He knows how to take control over Jalal. He has the power to switch his mood with even a mere faint ray of smile. Nobody ever had that much sway over Jalaluddin Mohammad. Jalal himself was very much aware of this new found weakness of him...he was actually loving it...he was enjoying this affection to the core.

'Badmash kahika', faking an angry face, Jalal stroke his finger on Rico's cheek. Lil master broke into giggles. The duo proceeded towards the exit, without knowing the future awaits with a new beginning for them...that too not far away.

After one hour...

The Porsche was dodging the traffic to make its way ahead. The impatient driver was repeatedly pressing the horn to clear his way. This nonstop honking irritated Jalal, as he feared this would disturb the boy in sleep.

'Stop honking idiot. You will spoil his sleep'. Jalal chided the driver in a low voice but harsh enough to deliver the message. Driver immediately removed his hand from the Green button. After hurling a final glare at the driver, Jalal again turned towards the kid who was sleeping peacefully on his lap...his head was resting on Jalal's chest. Jalal was holding him with his hand and slowly caressing his back. He never imagined he could be so gentle...so loving...so caring with kids. This Jalal was completely new to Jalal himself.

After leaving the dispensary, the duo went to a nearby restaurant. But before Rico could finish of his glass of pineapple juice, he fell asleep due to the effect of painkiller. Jalal carried him to the car. Since then he is sleeping there. Initially Jalal thought about dropping him at the school. But later he changed his mind. He thought it won't be right to drop Rico at school in such condition. So he decided to get him to his home. Jalal took the address from principal...now they were heading towards North Kolkata.

'I must apologize to his parents for all these. Agar main bahar nehi lata toh he wouldn't have got hurt...I must say sorry to them', Jalal uttered to himself. With another 40-45 minutes of wrestling through the traffic snarl, finally Jalal's car entered Shyambazar. One of the oldest parts of the city...with not-so-wide roads...overcrowded footpaths...pedestrians crossing the road where they like...street hawkers knocking the window whenever the car halts at signal or traffic. Jalal couldn't remember last time when he visited such a place. After taking help from few locals, finally Jalal's car found its destination. He found the lack luster, dull looking apartment whose address the principal gave. Rolling his eyes on the building through tinted window Jalal pulled the latch of the door. Holding Rico in his arms, Jalal stepped out of the car. The 40 degree temperature of Kolkata welcomed Jalal with a scorching heat...hot enough to burn a human alive. Jalal hurried towards the door of the apartment, it was half open. As per the principal, his destination was on the second floor extreme right. Jalal proceeded towards the flat.

Jalal pressed the door bell for third time but still there was no movement behind the door. Jalal was growingly feeling uncomfortable inside as he was not used to stay in scorching heat for that long. He could feel sweat slowly drenching his white GUCCI shirt. An agitated Jalal pressed the bell twice this time. Still the door didn't budge. He was about to bang on the door but just then he heard a sound behind and turned around. The door on the opposite opened and a lady came out of the door.

'Gharme koyee nehi hai. Aap bell kyun...' she was forced to halt in the middle as her eyes fell on Rico, who was sleeping in a strangers arms...'Wait wait wait...he is no stranger...how can he be stranger!!! He is...OMG...Jalaluddin Mohammad!!! At my door!!!' Bhabya was about to loose balance but she just found support on the wall at right time. Bracing herself for this 'out of the world' encounter Bhabya tried her best to pretend everything is under control. She tried her best to sound normal, 'What happened to Rico??? Is he alright???'

'Look Maam... he is absolutely alright...woh car se nikalte waqt gir gaya and chot lag gaye...I took him to Doc...he is fine now...bass dawai ki wajah se so gaya hai'. Explained Jalal in a voice soaked in genuine apology. Sensing some kind of disbelief in the lady's gaze...Jalal continued, 'I am no stranger. I am the Trusty of Rico's school. I am Jalaluddin Mohammad.'

His final worlds stroke the heart of the lady out of its place. 'Who doesn't know you are...I mean are you Jalaluddin Mohammad???' Bhabya lost her track...she had no idea what she was talking, why she was talking. She couldn't belief she was talking to the guy, she couldn't even imagined of meeting.

'I guess I am', Jalal smirked mischievously sensing the true reason of this lady's trepidation. That's quite an obvious effect he has on women. His smirk made Bhabya go week on her knees but she controlled herself.

'My name is Bhabya. I am Rico's mother's friend', her voice trembled as Bhabya introduced herself to the man of his million dreams.

'Oh hi...aaa...so there is nobody at this boy's home right now...his parents.' Asked Jalal.

'No. His mother is at school...she is a teacher. Uske ane me abhi 2 ghanta baki hai. And Rico doesn't have a father...so...' Bhabya halted as she knew not what to tell ahead.

'Ohh...I...didn't know.' Jalal hesitated a bit to continue as the misfortune of this boy moved him...he felt bad for him. He knew how difficult life is without a father. 'At least he has his mother with him', Jalal consoled his soul, comparing Rico with his own self. Bhabya's words broke Jalal's trance.

'You can leave him with me. Woh rehta hai mere paas...so there's no problem'. Bhabya told Jalal convincingly.

'Aaa...ok...then take him...samhal ke woh so raha hai' Jalal handed over Rico to Bhabya very carefully so that this act doesn't hamper his peace.

'Aap ander aiye...his mother will be back within couple of hours'. Told Bhabya as she adjusted Rico in her arms.

Thanks...but I need to get back to the hotel. I will leave tomorrow morning so...' Jalal politely refused Bhabya's request.

'Achha...tab to jana chahiye...' Bhabya uttered formally...knowing full well that Jalaluddin Mohammad would never say yes. But that's fine with her. How many people on earth get change to meet their dream man? Not many.

Jalal placed his hand on Rico's head. Consuming a full view of him he left the place. This was the best day of Jalal's life. He could feel the peace...the satisfaction back in his heart...that he lost long ago. He left the building, the block, then the area...but he could feel a part of him still connected to that little room...to that little kid. It was undeniable...he fell in love with him. 'Kash I could have somebody like him in my life as well...yah khuda...I would kurban everything for such a kid. Kitna badnaseeb hoga woh baap jo is noor se alag ho gaya'. Jalal's mind was passing through many thoughts...many feelings. He slowly closed his eyes as his car was on its way back to the hotel. He was going away from Rico...but just for the time being.

AT HOTEL

It was 10 o'clock at night.

Jalal was sitting on the couch beside the window, staring blankly at the glittering skyline. He was doing the same for last couple of hours. He is suppose to leave the city tomorrow...but something...something was wrong with him tonight. He was feeling a strange uneasiness inside.

Jalal spend the rest of the day thinking about Rico...thinking about his badmashies...about his attachment to him...about...how much he would miss him. But there was something more to it...something more he couldn't fathom yet. Jalal didn't know why...but he had a feeling that he is leaving something behind in Kolkata. 'What is it??? Why am I am having this feeling???' Jalal asked this question to himself thousand times since this afternoon. But still...no answer.

Jalal's flow of though snapped by the ring of door bell. 'Ab kaun aya...I didn't order for anything...reception ne bhi inform nehi kiya...' thought Jalal as he walked up to the door.

'Abdul!!!' uttered a hell shocked Jalal as he looked at the visitor.

Without uttering a single word in response, Abdul pushed aside Jalal to enter the suit. Jalal closed the door and followed his friend.

'Flight to bandh hai. Tu aya kaise?' asked Jalal, there was no end to his shock.

'Chopper', Abdul gave a short reply...too short to satisfy his friend.

'But all ATCs are closed...how can a chopper fly?' things were really going above Jalal's head.

'I flied without clearance. Ab baat samajh me aye yah our kuch batayun', replied an annoyed Abdul.

'But that's illegal...pakda jata toh???' Jalal was horrified at this bravery of his friend. He continued with his trail of questions, 'Magar aise aya kyun??? Baat kya hai??? Phone pe bhi toh bata sakta tha???'

'Phone pe nehi bata sakta tha' replied Abdul with a firm look. This time Jalal could feel the impatience...the anxiety on his pal's face.

'What is it Abdul?' asked Jalal as he inched closer to his friend.

'Jalal, we have found her.' This one line was enough to throw Jalal out of his place. He could feel his whole world spinning around...the news he was waiting for...waiting for years...made him dumb in a moment. He couldn't believe he actually heard that. He wanted to ask over and over again. 'What did you say?'

'Yes Jalal we have found her. Our sources say...she is here in Kolkata. She is teacher in some school. But the source couldn't manage any further. I have given them a deadline till tomorrow morning. Tomorrow we will get the full information Jalal.' Abdul went on without a break. A glowing ray in his friend's eyes paid the efforts Abdul took by almost risking his life to reach Kolkata. He knew how much this information meant to his friend. He knew how much this girl meant to his friend. He saw him being crazy for her...craving for her...missing her. Abdul knew this is the only remedy that can heel Jalaluddin Mohammad's wounds.

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