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INDEX
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TREAD ONE
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TREAD TWO
FOR Chap 7-10 (scroll down)
TREAD THREE
FOR Chap 11-12(Part 3) >>>> CLICK HERE
TREAD FOUR
-No Name To My Desire-
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INDEX
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TREAD ONE
FOR Chap 1-6 >>>> CLICK HERE
TREAD TWO
FOR Chap 7-10 (scroll down)
TREAD THREE
FOR Chap 11-12(Part 3) >>>> CLICK HERE
TREAD FOUR
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Half Girlfriend: anyone watched it?
-No Name To My Desire-
chap 7
KOLKATA
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3 am...
'It's been 4 years 3 months and 21 days...since I saw you...since I touched you. There's never been a night, I didn't long for you...there's never been a day I didn't desire you. There's never been a girl, in whom I didn't look for you.
Yes I desire you...I desire you with all my life...for all my life. I desire you from the moment I laid my eyes on you. I desire you from the moment...I first touched you. On that very moment I made my mind to make you mine...and I did so. I made you mine...I marked you my own. I relished your body to the core...I ruled it at my will.
But that wasn't supposed to be for one night...for few hours!!! That's meant to be forever...you are made to be mine...forever. I won't let you stay away from me...I won't let you breathe away from me. I won't...whatever it may take.
After so many years...after so many girls...I can still smell your fragrance around me. I can still feel your silky smooth skin against my hand...as trembling, as fresh as that night. The night I loved you...the night I touched you...the night I devoured you.
You ruined my day...my night. You burned me with desire...forced me to endless longing. Still I crave for you...crave to be one with you again...desire to mark you mine again. But that night never came back. You never came back. I lost you. But I didn't loose hope...I kept waiting. I kept waiting for years. Finally...finally this wait will be over...finally I will have you in my arms again.
Ahh...how I longed to touch those lips...how I longed to crush them with mine...how I longed to taste each and every part of your skin.
A night has never been so long...never been so difficult. Clock says the morning is very near... but my heart feels it's far away.'
Jalal couldn't close his eyes, not even for once tonight. Her thoughts...her face...her eyes were coming back to his mind over and over again. She didn't left him alone for a single second this night. He was immersed in her thought...her antics. His mind took him back to the night, when he ruled her body...he relived those moments in his mind.
The world was obliterating to Jalal. The only thing he was concerned was about meeting her...was about having her in his arms again. Jalal had no idea, what he was going to do with her...once he gets her back in his arms. 'She will have to bear my longing...my desire...no matter how difficult it is for her'. Jalal was rinsed in his wild fantasies...his would be actions and her possible reactions. He could feel the arousal hit his body. Uneasiness was slowly engulfing him. Jalal knew he will have to wait...he will have to wait for hours...before his solace come to him. Till then he must bear with this.
Jalal got up from bed and entered the washroom. He turned on the shower. Six different outlets were showering cold water on his bare body. Water droplets were running down his toned torso, dousing the fire within. Jalal placed both his palms on the wall...let the water drops run through his hair. Closing his eyes, he lifted his face to let the shower flood his face. The chillness of water was cooling his body, but his inner self was yet to find peace. Jalal pressed his forehead against the wall...trying hard to push her away from his mind...trying hard to find some peace, but with every failed attempt he could feel his grip loosing...he could feel his thoughts growing wilder. The throbbing desire was slowly taking over his whole body, making his longing even more painful. He needed to douse this fire soon...very soon. And it was only her who could do this.
'Jodha...' Hissed Jalal in a voice laden with desire.
5 am...
Jalal took a sip of his Martini and again leaned back on the couch. Sleep was far away from his eyes tonight. Even a long shower couldn't help much. Hence he had no other option but to immerse himself in alcohol.
This feeling...this desperation...it was nothing new to him. He went through all of them few years back...he went through every bit of it, when he first saw her. He never imagined, not even in his wildest dream that a mere girl could have so much effect on Jalaluddin Mohammad.
4 years ago...
It was a quiet afternoon in Simla. Far away from the scorching heat of Mainland India, everything was so soothing, so pure here...picturesque valleys with numerous shades of green and upright trees with the toppings of colourful flowers. As if the creator picked up every colour very carefully to fill his canvass. Jalal was a frequenter here when he used to study at DOON school, but never came back since he left the institution. When IMPERIAL decided to set up a plant here, he didn't want to loose the opportunity to visit his favorite place once again. Hence, he took the onus of initializing the project and came to Simla.
His days were busy in checking project site, gauging the work progress and finalizing the plan with engineers and planners. At afternoon Jalal drove down to his favorite place to spend some quiet time. A serene lake at the tail of the forest...a large open ground touching the lake on one side...thin crowd of trees on the other two...this place is away from the hustle-bustle of town. In holidays people come here for picnic, rest of the year this place remains lonely. In his school days whenever Jalal needed peace or felt the urge to stay away from crowd, he came here. During this visit to Simla as well Jalal choose to spend his afternoons here in peace. But he didn't know...this search for peace will finally cost him his peace...forever.
Jalal was laying on the bonnet of his BMW...resting his head on the windscreen. He parked his car in front of the lake. The brush of cool breeze and the sweet smell of the some unknown flower, mingled with it, were making Jalal intoxicated in this serenity. But suddenly a chatter of some people, followed by the sound of somebody's falling in water snapped Jalal's stupor. He was pretty much annoyed at this sudden disturbance. He straightened up to get a better view of the root of this disturbance. But a pair of trees barred Jalal's vision of what was actually happening in and around the lake. Hence, he got down from the car and walked up to get a better view of it.
'It's is last time, am doing this for you Sunny. Age se pani me ball giraya na toh khud ko nikal na parega. Samjhe?' yelled a furious Jodha.
'Ok babah!!! Abse hum sixer nehi marenge. Thik hai?' That kid tried to pacify Jodha.
'Ok. Now go and play, am coming.' Jodha asked the kids to leave as she must arrange her clothes in place, before going into public in such soaked state. After the kids left, Jodha slowly came out of the water. Her salwar, dupatta - everything were drenched...water dripping out of every part of her cloths...her hair also got soaked in water. Looking at her condition and thinking about uphill task ahead, Jodha was completely disgusted.
'God!!! I hate these kids!!! Ab is halat me mujhe wapas jana parega...grrr...main aye hi kyun in logo ke sath...' Jodha scolded herself for this mess. She knew, she can't do much about her condition right now, but she had to somehow make things suitable enough to go ahead. An annoyed Jodha strolled to the trees. They came here for just a day out... didn't have any extra cloth to change into; hence she decided to at least dry her dupatta so that it can cover some of her embarrassment. Jodha pulled her dupatta...and bundled it to squeeze the water out of it. Having done with that she again put the dupatta around her shoulder. Then she shifted focus to her damp hair which was scattered over her back. She gathered it under a grip and brought it to her front. 'Ab iska kya karoon...' Jodha sighed as she looked at the condition of her hair. She tried to squeeze the water out of her long dark hair to make it presentable if not perfect. It was indeed a tough job, but Jodha Sigh Rajput was not the one to budge so easily. Hence she continued with her effort. All her mind was in making the situation better. She wanted to get rid of this mess somehow. But all the while she was unaware of a pair of eyes that was scanning her every move...every part of her body. She was unaware of the effects her every actions was bringing down on the man, standing few meters behind. When she did it was too late.
Jalal was only 16 when he lost his virginity. Since then there was no scarcity of beauty in Jalaluddin Mohammad's life. He always gets what he wished for...and he gets the best. Jalal always believed...a women however beautiful she is, can never take control of him. There is no women on earth who can make him do stuff, he is not willing to or he is not used to. But that afternoon his faith torn into pieces...he did something, rather a woman made him do something he never thought he could do.
To get a clear view of what was happening in the lake; Jalal came down from his car and started walking towards it. But before he could cross the last row of trees, something made him halt in his way. His gaze trapped on a beautiful creature moving in water...she was standing in water and talking to few kids. Her words didn't reach Jalal's ears; neither had he wanted them to. Her mere sight was enough to fix Jalal...enough to take his breath away.
Beauty with brain was nothing new for Jalaluddin Mohammad. He comes across dozens every week...but beauty with innocence...for first time. Her eyes...her face...her anger...her attitude...her smile...everything was wrapped in pure innocence...earthly experiences didn't seem to taint this purity yet. Jalal never enjoyed the sight of a beauty so much in his life... he relished it to the core. A faint line of smile appeared on his complacent face. He could have left with this complacency, if the later chain of occurrences didn't took place. Those occurrences made the situation too complex for Jalal to handle...much more than he could actually imagine.
Jalal was about to leave the place when she suddenly started walking out of water. Her figure was slowly appeared in Jalal's view. His heart surely skipped a beat. Her drenched white salwar clung to her body...making her each and every curve prominent. Her fully soaked dupatta was too meek to hide her wonders from Jalal's sight. Jalal could feel his heart beating at an unnatural speed, making him loose control over his senses...over his nerves.
'Damm...she is creator's wonder!!!' uttered Jalal as he lingered his gaze on her body. He couldn't move his eyes from her...not even for a fraction of second...he was caressing her with his worm gaze. Her slender waist...beautiful curves...her fullness. She will perfectly fit into your arms Jalal. She is custom made for you'. Jalal could feel his heart shouting loud at him. He could feel his heart sinking with her every step forward.
Now she was only meters away from Jalal...only a huge tree was hiding him from her view. She removed her dupatta...Jalal's heart stopped beating for the moment. Her milky white arms...water drops resting on her bare neck. A strange sensation ran through his senses. He felt an uncontrollable urge to wipe those water drops from her neck...an uncontrollable urge to run his hand over her slender arms...then she removed her hair from her back, making the bare portion of her back exposed to Jalal. With every passing moment Jalal was loosing his grip over his mind...his emotion...his control. It was becoming more and more difficult for him to stay away from her...an all consuming desire was gradually engulfing his entire being. He wanted to touch her...taste her...love her...make her his own.
Jalal didn't know who she was...he didn't know whether she will accept him or not. But these things hardly mattered to him then. These highly logical clauses were mere illogical to him.
Everything disappeared from his vision. He forgot where he was...he forgot who he was. Only thing he could see was her...only thing he could feel was his desire for her. He could listen to his heart prodding his mind, 'go Jalal get her...she is yours...she is yours only...just get her'. Jalal started moving towards her...as if an invisible string was pulling him towards her.
That afternoon changed many things in Jalal's life...that afternoon...he faced the ultimate truth of his life that there is somebody on earth, who have the power to overpower his senses...his mind. She made Jalal forget his vow to never touch a woman against her wish.
Jodha was almost done with her drying session...she checked her cloths for final time and turned to leave. Suddenly she felt a strong grip on her wrist. Before she could turn to face the offender, he gave her a pull. She collided with his broad chest. In spite of the shock of this sudden occurrence, Jodha tried to move away. But she was too late for this little effort. Jalal swiftly wrapped his arm around her waist, locking her to him. His other hand was still gripping her hand. Jodha struggled to free herself from this strong hold...she looked up to him with burning rage in her eyes. She couldn't believe this was actually happening to her. She was living in Simla since she was a child, but never came across such ordeal. 'Leave me you jerk', yelled Jodha. Her eyes were showering fire on Jalal. But her offender didn't even bother to utter a single word in response. Rather he was countering Jodha's fiery eyes with his piercing gaze.
Jodha could feel her resistance faltering before his intense look and piercing gaze. She tried to push Jalal away with her free hand, but the effort by her tiny fist, couldn't manage to move Jalal even an inch. As a punishment to this effort, Jalal strengthen his grip on her, making her crushing against his masculine body. The feel of her softies against his manly chest pushed Jalal to the edge. He started to descend his face on Jodha's...it was time to taste his belongings.
This act of Jalal sends a chill down her spine. She was now scared more than disgusted. She could watch his face closing in on her with every passing moment. She was relentlessly struggling in his arms but with no result. His lips were only inches apart from Jodha's ...she could feel his irregular warm breath on her face. Sensing no other way out in front of her, she turned her face to avoid his touch. This act of Jodha stirred up Jalal...this refusal unnerved him. He left Jodha's wrist to gripe her hair and brought her face in place. Jalal slammed his lips on Jodha's. He toughens his grip on Jodha even more, making her almost fuse into him. He poured in all his longing...all his desire through the kiss...invaded Jodha's mouth with his wild tongue...Jodha was loosing the battle all the way...her feeble protest was no match for his immense strength. Silent tears were flooding Jodha's cheeks...she had no other way but to bear with this ravage.
Her proximity...her feel...her taste...was a call to Jalal's bloody senses. He was gradually sinking in his sensation...he could feel his bodily desire to get more of her. Jalal ran his hand over her belly...squeezed it. Jodha gasped for air. But the movement of her lips between his two, made Jalal even crazier...he griped her lips with his teeth. Jodha almost moaned in pain. Jalal pressed his teeth even further. Jodha was crying profusely...she just wanted this ordeal to somehow end. She prayed to god for help.
It was now getting unbearable for her...she was feeling short of breath...but there was no respite from his tormentor. Jalal himself was feeling short of air but he didn't have the strength to move away from her. He had already lost his grip over his nerves. He just wanted this to go on and on and on...but suddenly he left the figure in his arms was trembling badly. Jalal sensed the wrong...he reluctantly pulled of slightly, giving a break to his ravage. Both were breathing heavily...both were gasping for air. The only difference was one wanted it to end here and another wanted it to go further.
Jalal looked at her...her beautiful doe like eyes were almost red with continuous shedding of tears...her milky cheeks were soaked in tears...her lips were bearing marks of the ordeal it just went through...every part of her face mirroring the pain she just suffered. This view somehow disturbed Jalal. Her tears, her pains somehow arouse a strange feeling in Jalal's heart. 'Did I really want this to happen? Did I really want to give her pain?' Jalal's mind asked his heart. He could feel a new found ach engulfing his spirit. Unconsciously his grip on Jodha became loose.
Sensing his grip getting loose on her, Jodha jerked herself freed from his arms...she moved away. Her action pulled Jalal out of his trance. He sensed, she has moved away from him...she was going away from him. This mere thought of loosing her, again brought the passion back in Jalal...it pushed aside the feeling he was experiencing only moments ago. 'How dare she go away from you Jalal? How dare she?' his heart yelled again.
Jalal again made a swift move to grab her but this time Jodha was quick enough to retreat in time. He missed her but her dupatta gave in to his grip. Without wasting a second Jalal grabbed it. Jodha's pace halted with a pull on her dupatta. She stopped for few seconds...she knew it is time to make the decision...and she must make it within next few seconds before the tormenter could proceed any further.
Jodha made her mind. Giving a final look at the stranger, she ran off the place...leaving her dupatta behind in her tormenter's grip. Before Jalal could follow her...the sight of kids caught his attention. He knew he must stop there...for now at least. He brought up his hand to his face...it still had her dupatta in its grip. Jalal rolled his eyes on this piece of cloth...buried his face in it. This smooth chiffon reminded him of her smooth skin...he could feel her presence...her fragrance in it. Jalal sucked her aroma from this cloth...relished it for couple of seconds. A sly smirk appeared on his face.
A few minutes later...
Jalal was sitting inside his car. His eyes were fixed on her dupatta which was resting on the seat beside. He knew he want her...he want her for his mind...for his heart...for his desire and above all for his peace. He had to make her his and that too very soon. 'bhaglo jahan bhagna hai...chuplo jahan chupna hai...meri ankhen tumhe dhund hi legi...kahise bhi...' Jalal smirked to himself as he pushed the accelerator.
Present time...
'Jalal...Jalal...are you sleeping???' Abdul's call snapped Jalal's stupor. It took couple of seconds for Jalal to realize...where he was and where he is...placing his eyes on Abdul, Jalal bid adieu to his sweet past and entered troubled present.
'Subhah ho gaye???' that's the first question came to Jalal's mind.
'Haan Jalal. It's 7 already'. Answered Abdul.
'Any news?' inquired Jalal.
'Actually Jalal...ek problem ho gaye hai'. Abdul halted in the middle as he didn't know how to divulge the information to Jalal. He was a bit worried about his would be reaction.
'What is it? They found her na?' asked Jalal as he stood up from the couch and started walking towards Abdul.
'Aaa...actually Jalal...' Abdul fumbled as he struggled for words.
'Actually what Abdul?' this time Jalal's voice was harsher than before.
'Jalal we have lost her again'. Abdul somehow managed to deliver this.
'What!!!' Jalal's rage shoots of.
Abdul knew what he was going to utter now, may actually enrage his friend further...but he has no other option but to deliver this truth...irrespective of its outcome.
'Yes Jalal. Our men went to the place she lived in rent. But found it to be locked. Her neighbor told that she left her home last night. And didn't tell them where she went. In fact she handed over the keys to the owner of the flat. That means she is not going to come back...Jalal'. Abdul tried to decode his friend's mood after finishing his line. But surprisingly there was no rage...rather it was curiosity that appeared on Jalal's face.
'How can it be possible Abdul? How can she just left within few hours of your telling me about her whereabouts? How can she be aware of the fact that...we were closing in on her? It's just not possible.' Jalal was not being able to assemble the pieces. Things were too scrambled to put together.
'yehi toh main soch raha hoon Jalal...aisa kaise ho sakta hai...raat ko hi hume pata chala ke Jodha North Kolkata ke Shyambazar me rehti hai...and aaa...and she has a boy with her...and subhah 5 baje humare log waha gayee...but she left before that...how can it be possible!!!...her neighbor...aaa...what's the lady's name...something...bha...something...bhab...aaa...' before Abdul could conclude, to his great shock Jalal filled in the blank.
'It's Bhabya I think.' Jalal continued, 'Jodha has a boy named Rico...about three and a half years old...he studies in Heritage Academy...Am I right Abdul?'
'Jalal!!!...how do you...' Abdul had nothing in store except shock. As far as he could remember he hasn't yet given Jalal the details. Then how come he knows about Jodha's neighbor and her son?
Suddenly Jalal started laughing...but this strange laugh was actually deepening the marks of pain on his face. Abdul sensed something terribly wrong was going on in Jalal's mind but before he could ask Jalal himself began. 'It's me Abdul...the culprit is right in front of you who divulged the hint to Jodha. It's me who made her run away...I met that kid yesterday Abdul...I went to drop him...that same neighbor told me...Jodha was not at home...I left the kid with her...kash Abdul...kash main ruk gaya hota usse milne ke liye...toh aaj who mere paas hoti...why God!!! Why with me!!!!' Jalal banged his fist on wall making the hanging clock smashed to floor.
'That means it's not our search but you visit that made her leave'. Here Abdul stopped to think for a while. 'That means you have met her son Jalal...you know there are some facts about that boy which are very interesting...' Abdul couldn't finish what he began as Jalal snapped his flow. 'Yes he is a nice boy...but I don't want to talk about it right now Abdul...I don't want to talk about anything. I don't know what you will do or which way you will go...but Abdul get one thing very clear...I want her...I want her with me at any cost...I don't care whether she is married or divorced or widow or a single mother...Rico is her son...not her son...I just don't care. I want her and that's it. And you will have to find her out. I give you 48 hours for that. Jaan lagado Abdul...mere jaan ka sawal hai'. Jalal placed his hand on Abdul's shoulder and looked into his eyes for a confirmation. He wasn't disappointed there.
'Agar yehi baat hai...toh 48 nehi...24 ghante...uske ander main dhund nikalunga use. Kahise bhi...I will search for her myself.' Abdul promised his buddy and left to begin his mission, leaving a distressed Jalal behind.
Abdul knew only her sight will cure his friend of this malady. But another thing was troubling his mind as well. He wanted to discuss that with his friend...today he tried to...but Jalal was not in a mood to talk about anything right now. 'May be I should gather some more info about the boy and then talk about it with Jalal.' Abdul made his mind as he entered the lift and press the button for ground floor.
PS: bhabya 4000+ words...ginle...
-No Name To My Desire-
Chap 8
Hotel Peerless Inn, Central Kolkata
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Life has always been a battle for Jodha...an endless battle. The more she tries to swim ahead...the far she finds the harbor. She is fighting since she could remember...from a life at orphanage to that of a helpless mother...life has never been kind to this young lady. But somehow she learnt to live through...live through pains...live through bruises. In other words she embraced her fate.
Jodha was only five when an accident took away her parents. She and her family came to India on their holiday from USA. During their trip to Simla, a reckless truck knocked down their car. Somehow Jodha survived the fatal accident but her parents couldn't. The paranoia of the disaster erased little Jodha's memory forever. She couldn't even remember her name. Later police found their passports and fixed their identities. Jodha didn't have any close relative willing to take her responsibility; hence she was taken to an orphanage at Simla. She had nothing with her to be called her own, not even the memory of her parents. Everything was just blank. Whenever she tried to remember anything, only a headache appeared to reaffirm the dead end. Her only lineage was her name...according to the passport...Jodha Singh Rajput.
Jodha hardly remember anything about her Rajput origin...but looking at her fighting spirit and unbending valor one can easily guess her breed. However difficult the going may be, she never bends to her way...never shy away from facing the fact. However tough the opponent may be, she always believes in fighting the battle. In spite of living in the orphanage and grow up with hardly any amenity, Jodha always topped in her exams. She used to teach kids to meet her expenses. Tution in morning, college in afternoon and study at night...that was her life...that was her world...until the fateful afternoon that changed everything.
She was on a day out with the kids of her orphanage, when his eyes fell on her for the first time. Jodha could never forget the moment when she first met those piercing gazes...when she first felt those erotic touches. After so many years...she could still feel the immense terror that ran through her spine when he trapped her in his strong arms. Jodha could manage to run away from his clutch that afternoon but her respite didn't last for long, as her fate again pushed her into his grip that too very soon.
In past...
That incident and that stranger both left Jodha simply terrorized. She confined herself to her room...disconnecting every connection with the outside world. The fear of that unknown clutch penetrated her mind...her soul...her entire existence. The marks and the bruises he left on Jodha, were reading out to her aloud...'he will come Jodha...he will come to take you.' She failed push those hunting eyes of her mind...which told her...'I will reach you, no matter where you hide'.
It's been four days since that incident. Jodha didn't go out of her room much, except something urgent came up. But that wasn't the place...that's wasn't the way...she could hide for long. She had to go out again...this time to collect her mark sheet. Jodha topped her class with a first class in her University Exam. This news brought both happiness and trouble for her. Happiness - as it was a passport for her bright future...and trouble - as she knew she will have to go out again. She prayed to god...'don't let him find me again'. But he did...maybe she was late in her prayers.
Jodha walked out of her college gate. Rain of congratulations and wishes left her a bit tired today. Everybody in collage, from her pals to even her professors, was very pleased with her percentage. They showered her with questions...what's her plans ahead...whether she will continue study or look for job...etc etc. Usually Jodha is very much prompt to reply such queries, but today she was simply not her. In spite of being in that bustling surrounding, she couldn't make her mind free of that ordeal. It was intimidating her without fail. With every passing second it was getting more and more difficult for Jodha to concentrate in their words...in their gestures. She was just waiting for the moment when all this will get over so that she could retreat to her seclusion again. Her eyes were fixed on the ever moving markers of time...on her watch.
Jodha strolled to the bus stop...it was empty. She inquired at the counter; next bus was half an hour late. Didn't know what to do in between, she walked up to the nearby children's park...with a hope...may be the sight of innocence would clean her mind of this hell. Jodha entered the park. It was buzzing with joy of innocence. Kids were running after each other...falling...again running. Some were busy with the amusement stuff - fighting to mount the slip first or waiting for their turn in the swing. Looking at those sinless souls, Jodha felt a trace of peace in her heart. For the first time in last couple of days, she felt the veil of gloom slowly lifting of her mind. Things would have brightened into a smile only if the incident, took place a few moments later, could have somehow averted.
Jodha was lost in the surroundings when suddenly she felt a grip on her right shoulder. It jerked her out of her stupor. Even before she turned to face the owner of the hand...her mind told her who this could be. A known fear ran though her nerves. She cursed herself for stepping out of the college alone. But what's done is done...she had to face it now...rather fight it now.
It was him. Jodha's eyes only confirmed what her mind told her seconds ago. He was staring at her with unblinking eyes...same intensely passionate and piercing pair of eyes. Only the evil smirk was missing this time. There were a few more changes in his face as well but Jodha was too disgusted at him to notice them. If she could she would have noticed the faint marks of agony behind those newly grown stubble.
Jodha brushed his hand away from her shoulder. She was hell shocked at the audacity of this man. Last time the place was a secluded one...but this time it's a much crowded park but nothing seemed to bother this Invader, Jodha thought. She tried to leave the place immediately but he blocked her path. She tried to look for another way but ended up with the same fate. Till now she was trying to avoid looking into his eyes but his continuous bugging made her do so. She glared at his gaze. 'What do you want?' her rage was oozing out of her voice.
'I want to talk to you.' Jalal replied in a commanding tone. His gaze was still locked onto her face. That was the first time Jodha heard his voice...it was as dominating and grave as his personality. It only adds up to the feel of awe that surrounds him.
'I don't want to talk to you...just leave my way'. Hurling those words at Jalal, Jodha tried to make another effort to walk away. This time Jalal didn't block her way...rather he made her stop by gripping her hand. This stunned Jodha for the moment...she couldn't believe...he actually held her hand in front of so many people. She decided to confront him.
'Leave my hand...you brute...or...or I will shout'. Jodha warned Jalal in a low but firm voice, continuing effort to free her wrist from Jalal's grip. But he was simply beyond her power. I said leave my hand', this time Jodha's voice was a few notches higher. But if she thought her warning gaze and raging voice would budge Jalal, she was just not aware of this mighty soul and its limits.
'I won't leave you until you listen to what I have to say.' That was enough for Jodha to get a clear view of Jalal's intentions. What followed was enough to call for the attention of every gaze roaming inside that park.
'I don't want to talk to you...I don't want to listen to you...you just stay away from me...you understand? Just let me go...' Having said this Jodha tried to jerk her hand out of his clutch, but it only resulted in him tightening his grip even further. Jodha moved back a few steps to increase the gap between them, as she could sense Jalal was slowly closing in on her. But this gesture of Jodha surely didn't please her tormentor much...he didn't like her moving away. Jalal pulled Jodha by her wrist which was in his grip for last couple of minutes...she landed on his broad chest. Her proximity swept a cool breeze down Jalal's veins. The much familiar crave to 'make her mine' again returned in his mind. Jalal wrapped his arm around her waist to keep her close to him. He lowered his face to state this for final time, 'Mujhe tumse bohot jaroori baat karni hai...come with me.'
His touches...his moves...his audacity only enraged Jodha further. Her mind was throbbing with the need to burst out immediately. And she did so. Jodha pushed Jalal with all her strength. He was not ready for such a powerful reaction. Hence Jalal lost hold over her...she jerked out of his cage. 'How dare you touch me!!! Tumhari himmat kaise hui mujhe chune ki!!! What do you think of yourself??? Haan???...What do you think...you can do anything you wish for and get away with it??? It won't be so every time...just remember my words...it won't be so every time.' Giving an extra stress on the last line Jodha left the place, leaving a fuming Jalal behind. He couldn't remember when last time somebody refused him in such a manner...just as he couldn't remember when last time he asked somebody so many times, only to listen to what he has to say. Jalal returned with his unspoken words...which he hoped to share with Jodha.
She ran away from that park...ran away from him...though with little hope that it will help her for much long. And she was damn right about it.
Present time...
'I should have left Simla then and there...I should have...things would have been much different now'. A silent sigh escaped Jodha's heart. She looked at her little son, sleeping peacefully beside her. They had to leave their home in hurry last night...hence this little soul couldn't get time to sleep. He seemed to be a little tired this morning. So, Jodha made him sleep after lunch. He is too small to bear all these troubles, they are going through.
Jodha caressed his head lightly...ran her fingers through his smooth hairs. Rico moved in sleep...he cuddled more into his mother's arms...hugged her with his tiny arm. This was his favorite position in sleep. Rico's gesture brought a faint smile on Jodha's somber face. Her son was the only lifeline in her otherwise DEAD life. In other words she was actually living for him...to raise him. She couldn't imagine her existence without her son. Rico was the WORLD for her. There was another one to whom Jodha owed much...who was always there in her difficult times...her Ammijan.
Jodha's cell phone sprang into life. She was quick to grab and silence it so that the ringtone can't disturb her son's nap. She didn't need to look into the caller's name as she knew who it could be. Hence she picked up the call, without even looking at the screen, 'Ji Ammijan kahiye.'
'Hope you didn't have any difficulty in finding the Hotel Jodha?' asked the worried lady on phone.
'No, Ammijan it's very popular Hotel, taxi driver himself took us here. I didn't need to ask anyone.' Replied Jodha.
'Adgah sahab ne bataya tha Hotel achha hai...firbhi agar koyee problem ho to bejhijhak mujhe phone karna...waise mera Salim kya kar raha hai?' the lady on phone asked the question with much eagerness in her voice.
'He is sleeping...' Jodha was about to continue but the caller broke into.
'Off course...he must not have slept last night...sone do use...' Uttered the lady with a voice soaked in affection. Her care and love for the boy could easily be sensed in her words. Then all of a sudden her tone changed into a more serious one, as she ventured into something much more serious. 'Jodha...Jalal kyun aya tha waha?'
'I don't know the exact reason Ammijan, but as far as I could manage from Rico and Bhabya...he met Rico at school...then they went out and woh Rico ko ghar chorne aye the. I don't think he knew I live there or Rico is my son...but...'
'But...Jalal is Jalal...you can't bet on him...right?' the lady asked with a faint laugh, closer to a sad one.
'Yap...you can't bet on him...' Jodha felt a stab in her heart as something from past flashed in her mind. She decided to change the topic as it was getting tough for her to go on with this. 'Ammijan apka operation kab hai?' asked Jodha.
'Next week beta. I will have to stay in hospital for at least one whole month. But before that I must make you settle.' The lady on phone continued, 'I have send Adgah sahab to you with some money. You will need it. You must get a new home for both of you and a new school for Salim. But Jodha you need to be very careful. Do not go out of the Hotel until Jalal leaves Kolkata. Tum samajh rahi ho na?'
'Ji Ammijan.' Jodha obeyed without any argument as she knew what Ammijan saying, was best for her.
'Mom...is it Dadi on phone?' their conversation broke with the sudden interruption of a sleepy voice.
'Yes Rico...it's your Dadi. Talk to her.' Jodha gave the phone to Rico.
'Hello Dadi...how are you?...yes I loved the Hotel...its huge...lift bhi hai...it has a swimming pool...we are at the 16th floor...yaha se Eden Gardens bhi dikhta hai...its awesome Dadi.' Having done with the first set of answers, Rico paused for couple of seconds, then resumed his trail of replies...but this time his answers clearly marked the difference in questions. 'I met him in school...he was very tall, handsome...you know Dadi he knows so many things about sports car...he was...no, I didn't tell him my mother's name...why...why won't I talk to him?...He is my friend Dadi...he is a nice guy...but...' getting the fact that he can't convince his Dadi, Rico looked up to his mother. 'Mom...why Dadi is asking me not to talk to my friend?'
Jodha didn't know what to say...she knew Rico will keep asking the same question until he is satisfied with the answer...but she didn't have anything in her stock right now to satisfy him. She took the phone from Rico. 'Ammijan...don't worry...I will convince him somehow. Aap chinta mat kijiye...' Jodha tried to manage the situation.
'Ok beta as you wish...chalo talk to you later.' The lady snapped the call quickly but not before giving Jodha the glimpse of pain, merged with her voice. Jodha knew the true reason behind this agony. She could feel what it takes for a mother to stay away from her only son...she could feel how much it hurts to be near your son yet not meet him...she could feel how difficult it is for a mother to stop somebody from talking to her own son...stating...he is not a good guy.
Hamida Banu never had any influence over her son...Jalaluddin Mohammad. Jalal has always been his Choti Ammi's son. He always liked it that way. Hamida never approved Jalal's way of living. The more she objected, the more he distanced himself from her. After a certain point of time Hamida took responsibility of IMPERIAL old age home, and started living there as well. This way she detached herself form Jalal's life yet not gone far away from him. The only communication this mother-son duo had...was a few minutes phone call once in a week. But that too didn't last long. Hamida snapped every connection with her son...the moment she came to know about Jodha...now she is only Jodha's Ammijan...not anybody else's.
Circuit House, South Kolkata
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'No No No...I didn't get it...you mean Mrs. Hamida Banu transferred money to Jodha's account!!! How come...she knows Jodha...?' Abdul was hell shocked at the latest disclosure.
'Yes Sir...on many occasions she transferred money to her account. In fact Mrs. Hamida Banu made some investments on Salim's name as well. And they are of pretty handsome amount.' continued the guy, in charge of gathering information on Jodha.
'Now who the hell Salim is? Things were just going above Abdul's head.
Sir Salim is Jodha's son. I told you other day na? Uttered the guy.
'But you told Jodha's son's name is Rico...' Abdul was growing more impatient with every passing second.
Rico is his nickname Sir. His actual name is Salim Singh Rajput. I got this from his school records'. Uttered the guy in black shirt confidently.
'What Salim!!! Jodha has a son named Salim!!!...interesting...very interesting', a smirk appeared on Abdul's face as he uttered those final expressive words. He was curious about the boy since he heard about him. His age...seemed pretty much interesting to him, keeping in mind the exact time when Jodha came in Jalal's life. Abdul wanted to believe what his heart was rapping to him...but his mind was yet to be convinced. Hence he decided to plunge deeper.
'Rashid, do one thing...go to Salim's school. His bag, Tiffin box, water bottle...everything is still there...last day Jalal dropped him home and the boy couldn't come back to school to collect them. You just go and get those stuff and take them to LAB...retrieve his DNA samples from those stuff. That won't be much difficult I guess. Then I will send you a different sample...you just need to confirm whether they match or not. Am I clear?' Finishing the order, Abdul awaits for a confirmation.
'Sir dusra sample kiska hoga?' the guy couldn't hold back his curiosity this time. But Abdul surely didn't like it.
'Jitna kaha jaye utna karo. Put your head...not your nose. Is that clear? Or do I need to elaborate?' Abdul almost gritted his teeth. His reaction was enough for the guy to end it there. He decided not to venture further. 'Yes Sir it's clear'.
'Good for you...and the work must be done by tonight itself. Now go'. Abdul waved the guy to leave and started walking towards his room.
Abdul knew he won't get the report before midnight. World functions at its own speed not anybody else's. But that's surely gonna be the worst waiting in Abdul's life. He didn't know what will be in the report...he didn't know whether those samples will match or not. But somewhere deep inside him...something was telling him to brace himself for the great news...for the great moment. Just then for a second Jalal's face flashed before his eyes...a broad smile appeared on Abdul's face.
Precap: Jalaluddin Mohammad's son.
PS: sorry for updating so late...bimar thi...now am cool...and guys thanks a lot for your wishes...love you all...
KOLKATA
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2: 40 am
'To hotel. Fast'. Abdul instructed the chauffeur as he adjusted himself in the back seat of the black Mercedes. In no time chauffeur pressed the accelerator...the speedster tear through semi dark roads of the city of joy. Destination Jalaluddin Mohammad. The entire city was resting in peace. But peace was certainly not the thing Abdul was feeling right now. His mind was caught in a whirlpool...whirlpool of emotion and anxiety. In spite of sitting inside the air conditioned car, he could feel sweat drops making their appearances on his forehead. He nervously wiped them off with his palm. Abdul's mind was aching with numerous questions, he had no answer to...how on earth he is going to narrate everything to Jalal? How will he react to this? How will he react to the truth, nobody knew existed till today? How will Jalal react to the news that will change his life forever?
Too many questions...too much anxiety. It actually pushed the immense happiness aside that Abdul felt just 10 minutes back, when he received the DNA report. While rolling his mind on the much delighted discovery, a curve appeared on Abdul's lips. 'Uparwala bhi kya khel dikhata hai...Jalal okayed his Kolkata trip at last moment, delaying his holiday plan for one day. He came here for a charity function...ALONE...but he will surely not return so. He will return with the most precious GIFT of his life...one he thought he will never have. People are damn right when they say...God has his own planning behind every step a human takes...fir woh abhi Jalal ka Kolkata ana ho, ya fir saalo pehle Simla jana...'
In past...
'What is this Jalal? What's wrong with to you? Na khud phone karte ho...na phone receive karte ho...you don't show up at the project sight... don't even go to office these days...What happened to you buddy? Are you ok?' Abdul hurled his queries at Jalal but only to be consumed by an impenetrable silence. Hence he continued, 'do you have any idea how much worried we were? I cancelled all my meetings and rushed to Simla...just to check...' Abdul halted midway as he found his words were hardly making to Jalal's ears. 'Jalal...tum sun bhi rahe ho main kya keh raha hoon? And for god's sake kuch toh bolo...'
Abdul was staring at his friend with utter disbelief in his eyes. He knew Jalal came to Simla for his new project but since last week neither he has gone to the sight nor visited the office. And above all he has severed almost every connection with them...thousand calls no reply! As if he have banished himself to some lonely land or lost in some unknown maze. This sudden withdrawal of Jalaluddin Mohammad unnerved everyone across the bigwigs of IMPERIAL...they were skeptical about the Chairman's state of mind. Everything together pushed Abdul to rush for Simla to check what's wrong with his pal.
'Jalal am taking to you damned...answer me'. It's been almost 10 minutes since Abdul entered the room, but still he couldn't manage to extract a single reply from Jalal who was sitting on the couch...spreading his legs. His eyes were fixed on the TV screen, though it was clear enough...his mind was hardly scanning what's going on there. Jalal was sitting there like a lifeless body...one thing in front of eyes...another in mind. Messy hair...unshaved look...shirt that has lost its crease not less than 24 hours ago. The all perfect, tantalizing hunk was miles apart from this guy sitting on the couch. It took some time for Abdul to get hold of the matter...it took some time for him to realize...Jalal was lost.
'Jalal what happened to you? I have never seen you like this before? apne yaar ko nehi batayega?' Abdul placed his hand on Jalal's shoulder. This gesture was to give Jalal the message that his friend is here to wipe off his worries whatever it is...somehow this message transmitted to Jalal. Finally he turned his face towards Abdul. 'Why is she not listening to me Abdul?'
'Who's not listening to you Jalal?' Abdul asked with utter confusion.
'I tried to talk to her...but she ran away Abdul...what do I do to make her listen to me...what do I do...' Jalal squeezed his eyes to gulp down the surge of pain and leaned back against the couch. Abdul took seat beside him.
'hmm...toh ladki ka maamla hai...well is bare me toh main tera kuch nehi kar sakta Jalal. You know buddy, am not a part of your THIS world. Tu Sharif se baat se baat kar...he will...' Abdul was on his way to drag this line to end, but Jalal interrupted, 'it's not that simple Abdul...it's a bit complicated', leaving the sentence half done, Jalal started walking towards the bar counter. He filled up a tumbler and gulped it down at once. This rush of emotions, this desperation, this immense desire...everything was new for Jalal. He had never been in such turmoil before.
Women never held any special place in Jalal's life...it was just a medium of pleasure to him. If not this then another...he hardly remembered any of them in morning...neither felt the need to be in touch. It gets over with the night...always. He came across many beauties in his life but never felt this much urge for any of them...this much passion for any of them. Since the moment he saw her...touched her, her thoughts...her image didn't left him, not even for a second. Jalal himself didn't have the idea that he can actually go crazy for a girl.
He never knew how to express his feelings to someone...he never felt the need to. It has always been so easy to order Sharif to get a girl...but it's too tough to explain Abdul what he want from HER. Jalal gave himself few more seconds to gather his thoughts... then cleared his throat and began, 'I want her Abdul...I want her. I want her to be with me...forever. I want her to be in my arms when I close my eyes at night...I want her to be there when I wake up in morning. I want her in my life...' Jalal paused to take breath here. Gulping down another shot he began, 'I never felt this way for a girl...never wanted one so much...never craved to touch one so much. You may call it love...lust...or desire...anything...I really don't care. I just want her.'
That much was enough to paralyze Abdul's senses. All of a sudden his decade old friend appeared a stranger to him. 'Who is this Jalal!!! Longing for a girl!!!' Abdul was damn surprised...but certainly not disappointed. He actually fell in love with this Jalludas, 'hmm...toh finally Jalaluddin Mohammad is in love', Abdul leaned back on the couch to catch a clear view of his friend's expressions.
'You know I don't believe in the idea of LOVE Abdul...yeh dil-wil ki baten mujhe samajh me nehi ati hain...I only go with what my mind and body says...as simple as that.' Jalal reiterated the fact Abdul already knew.
'But Jalal...mind and body won't get you any closer to what you want', uttered Abdul with very little hope that Jalal would understand what he meant.
'What the hell does it mean?' just as expected, it just bounced off Jalal.
'I mean you can get a girl for a night with mind and body but to get her for whole life you must win her heart. dil jeet liya toh samjho sab kuch jeet liya...warna...' before Abdul could finish Jalal broke into, warna kya?'
'Warna baat bigar sakti hai...force is not a way...you know what I mean. Right?' Abdul looked up to his friend for affirmation.
'Hmm...Then what should I do now?' asked Jalal as he threw his body on the nearby divan.
'Have you tried talking to her?' asked Abdul.
'Yap. Yesterday. But she ran away', answered Jalal in a low voice.
'Kyun? bhag kyun gaye?' Abdul asked with an inquisitive face.
'She doesn't want to talk to me. May be she is angry with me', replied Jalal in a sad tone. He rested his head on the side bar of divan and closed his eyes...clippings from their last meeting flashed in his mind, making his pain even more stinging.
'Why on earth is she angry with you? What have you done to her?' now Abdul was getting impatient as he sensed his friend has dropped a very important part of his story while telling him. His question moved Jalal from his position. He stood up and again went to the counter to get another drink.
'I have wronged her Abdul. I have touched her against her will, she cried but I didn't listen to her...I just...but trust me Abdul I have never been so bad with any women. But with her...I don't know what happened to me. She just took over my senses. I lost control over my mind...and pulled towards her. She is like a drug to me. Whenever she is around, I simply loose the strength to stay away from her. I want to touch her...feel her...make her mine...forever. I will loose my mind Abdul, if I don't get her...' finishing this Jalal drank almost half the bottle of Chivas Regal.
Entire situation was very troublesome for Abdul. He could sense things were going for worse. If Jalal is left on his own in such a situation, either he will ended up committing something terrible or will leave the future of IMPERIAL at god's mercy. Hence he decided to intervene in the matter.
'Jalal...she is not ready to talk to you. Tumse gussa hai. But mujhse toh baat kar sakti hai na? I will talk to her. Bolo...kaha milegi woh?' he asked Jalal.
'She lives in an orphanage. Yaha se bas kuch hi dur me', Jalal replied without even looking at his pal.
'Fine...take me there', Abdul walked up to Jalal and tapped his shoulder. Jalal turned to his friend. A faint ray of hope could easily be seen in his eyes.
Within few minutes the duo left for Jodha, without knowing this encounter will unleash a flood of turmoil in their life.
Jalal's SUV halted near the orphanage. Both of them came out of the car. Jalal was mulling over the fact whether he should go inside or let Abdul take care of the entire matter.
'I think you should wait here Jalal. Let me talk to her myself', Abdul looked up to his friend for confirmation. Jalal was about to utter something but the sight of Jodha, ceased his flow. She came out of the orphanage gate...the lackluster turquoise blue salwar, could hardly reduce the grandeur of her beauty. Her bright skin was glowing under afternoon sun. Her mere sight paced Jalal's heartbeat hundred times faster. He could feel himself sinking in her presence all over again. Looking at his friend's reaction Abdul easily guessed who SHE was.
In fact Abdul himself couldn't stop marveling at the lady. He was actually mesmerized by Jodha. 'Her beauty, her elegance...she is truly desire-worthy', thought Abdul. But he quickly pulled the lagaam of his mind before it went any further. 'Bhavi hai yaar!!!' He scolded his mind for its gustakhi and goaded it into the present situation. Abdul thought about asking Jalal, whether he should go and talk to Jodha right now. But before he could proceed any further, an incident turned the world upside down for Jalal...Abdul...and above all for Jodha.
A bike came and stopped in front of Jodha. The guy riding took off his helmet. Sight of this guy spread a relief across Jodha's face. The brightening curve on her lips didn't escape Jalal's gaze either. This guy's presence...Jodha's welcoming gesture and above all the light of hope that was ignited in Jodha's eyes, the moment she saw him, bothered Jalal to the core. Their friendly proximity ran an alarm through Jalal's nerves.
'Yah Jo...what's wrong? You sounded so panicked!!! I took leave form office and directly came here...hua kya hai?' The man asked with damn worried face. His query opened the floodgate of emotions for Jodha. She was hiding her pains from the world till now...but not anymore. Jodha broke into tears. Looking at her condition the guy quickly dismounted from the bike and cupped Jodha's face with both of his hands.
'Hey...hey...hey...don't cry love...you know I can't see you like this. Chalo jaldi se ankhen pocho...ab main agaya hoon na, jo bhi problem hai...milke samhal lenge. Ok?' With this the guy wiped Jodha's tears from her cheeks and wrapped his arms around her...hugged her.
That was enough to put Jalal's blood on fire. He could feel a burning rage raking his nerves, making its way towards head. The sight of Jodha in another man's arms was like a shot to his eyes. He wanted to bring the world down...wanted to tear them apart. He felt like cutting that man into numerous pieces then and there for his gustakhi. The MUGHAL blood in Jalal called for punishment. And he responded.
Without throwing away a single moment, Jalal rushed to his SUV. This action of his friend sends a chill down Abdul's spine. He knew what exactly Jalal is upto. Abdul was hell scared of the outcome. He knew he had to stop Jalal...some way or the other. He ran after him.
'No Jalal. Don't do this.' Yelled Abdul but he was late by few seconds as Jalal had already pulled out his 9mm pistol from the front box of the car. After checking the bullets Jalal swiftly fixed the aim and pulled the trigger. But Abdul almost jumped on him to divert the aim at last moment. Jalal pushed Abdul aside and aimed again but this time Abdul managed to snatch the gun from his grip.
'What the f**k!!! Gimme the gun Abdul. I will kill that b*st**d right now. How dare he touch her?' Jalal yelled in full rage.
'Jalal hosh me ayo...kisi ko goli lag jayegi', Abdul tried to pacify Jalal, at the same time continuing his effort to keep the gun out of his reach.
'Main bhi toh yehi chahta honn...kisi ko goli lage...gimme the gun damned', Jalal tried to snatch the firearm from Abdul's hand. Abdul knew he won't be able to control THIS Jalal for long. Hence he decided to strike the last cord here, 'goli Jodha ko bhi toh lag sakti hai na...'
That hit the exact mark Abdul aimed at. Possibility of his bullet hitting Jodha checked Jalal in his frenzy. Even the idea of her getting hurt, pumped a strange fear across his body. But he needed some trajectory to vent his wrath. Jalal clenched his fist hard. His fuming muscles...blood red eyes...gritting teeth - everything was evident...the devil is awaken.
Jalal's eyes were fixed on the gate of the orphanage. He could see both of them slowly entering the gate. Within next few seconds they disappeared inside. Jalal squeezed his eyes to inhale this toxic sight, but he failed. Every inch of his body rejected what his eyes offered them. Jalal felt as if his head would burst out, splitting everything, at any moment. He couldn't keep hold of his temper anymore and punched the side window of SUV with full force, shattering it into pieces.
'Jalal hosh me ayo. Look what you have done to yourself'. Abdul pointed at Jalal's right hand...it was all covered with blood, oozing out of multiple bruises it got on it. That powerful punch not only broke the window glass but took a toll on Jalal's hand as well. Abdul tried to touch Jalal's hand but before he could, Jalal swiftly removed it. Those little bruises hardly matters to him now. It was nothing...compared to the fire he was burning in. Abdul's words...his worries were hardly making their way to Jalal's ears. Only thing he had in his mind was... 'how am I gonna make her mine...'
'She will have to forget him...she will have to come to me...I will make her come to me... I WILL'. Throwing his resolution to Abdul, Jalal took the driver's seat. An unknown fear engulfed Abdul. Looking at Jalal's condition he was sure about two things - first...something terrible is going to happen...second...he could hardly do anything to stop it.
Present time...
'Sir, hotel agaya'. The chauffer's call brought Abdul back from past. He glanced outside the window...the huge illuminated stony structure of Grand Hyatt was waiting for him...waiting for him to come with the chalice of hope. Leaving a deep sigh, Abdul got down from the car, embracing the huge envelop closely. He still had no idea how things going to be turned out.
A few minutes later...
'Not too many left to complete 24 hours...hope you are still on your words'. Jalal smirked at Abdul while looking for a reply at the same time. Every second was like an age for Jalal. He just wanted this never ending wait to come to an end. Though he was hardly expecting Abdul to come up with something big right now. In fact he was a bit surprised at Abdul's arrival at such a strange time. But as far as he knew his buddy...there must be something which he couldn't share on phone.
'Kya baat hai Abdul? anything serious?' Jalal asked his much stressed friend, whose quivering hands didn't escape his sharp gaze.
'Jalal...Jalal...' Abdul didn't know from where to start it off. His voice began to tremble badly. Jalal sensed his friend's trepidation and walked up to him. Jalal knew he must cool down his friend to get the fact, whatever it is, out of his mouth. He placed his hand on Abdul's shoulder, 'what is it Abdul?'
'Jalal...Salim...' Abdul took some papers out of the huge envelop he was carrying and gave it to his friend who was standing with a worried face. Jalal went through the papers...and looked up at Abdul with eyes filled with flood of confusion and queries, 'DNA report!!! That too of Salim and some unknown person. What the hell I have got to do with it? And who's this Salim?'
'What does the report says Jalal?' Abdul threw this question at his friend with a composed face.
'What the...ok fine...well...it says...THIS Salim is DNA wise' related to THIS unknown man. There DNA samples match up to the level of 98 percent. That means...' Here Jalal's flow interrupted by Abdul as he broke into with eagerness, 'that means...'
'That means...THIS Salim is closely related to THIS unknown man...plausibly father-son. But why are we banging our head on this? What's the fuss?' here Jalal sounded clearly irritated, without knowing what's awaiting him.
'Jalal...THIS Salim is Jodha's son Rico. It's his school name.' this lil information from Abdul enraged the fire shimmering inside Jalal. In no time several thoughts rushed to his mind.
Jodha's son...Salim...DNA...unknown man...these scattered phrases only added up to one logical conclusion for Jalal...'somebody else touched her'. This thought was like a stab to his heart. Hence he decided to put an end to this DNA discussion.
'I don't want to talk about it Abdul. Tum woh karo jo maine tumhe kaha hai.' Having said this Jalal started walking towards his room. But Abdul's words halted his steps, to some extend his heartbeats as well.
'THIS unknown man is YOU Jalal.' Abdul broke the news with a voice loud enough to pierce into Jalal's ears and his mind as well. Only thing he wasn't sure about how he is going to react.
'What did you just say?' Jalal turned around with a strange mixture of shock, disbelief and anger engulfing both his voice and face. 'Abdul what DID you just say?' Jalal gritted his teeth while uttering next few words, 'answer me damned'. Jalal's raging temper and his forwarding steps send a wave of nervousness through Abdul's veins but he managed to stay upright and went on with his revelation, 'Yes Jalal Salim is your son. While looking for information about Jodha, we came across certain strange facts about THIS kid. Rajput ka beta hai...but his name is SALIM. Jodha has a son but none of our sources could trace anything related to her marriage or even a relationship with any guy. His age neatly matches up to the time, Jodha came in your life. And above all, there is another thing that compelled me for this DNA test...Jalal...your mother sends money to Jodha...she helps her in many ways...and she has made some investments in Salim's name as well...and now this report.' Abdul stopped here as he didn't know what else he had in store to usher.
'Abdul...do you have any idea what you are saying?' Jalal's raging voice certainly didn't match up with the soft tone, his moist eyes were emitting. This exposition of conflicting emotions were actually an externalization of the inner turmoil, Jalal was going through. His heart wanted to embrace the news and burst into tears but his mind was pulling the plug in search of more logics, knowing fully well what he got was enough to prove the fact. This clash of emotions was raking Jalal's nerves. His face was reflecting his disbelief to Abdul's words while his eyes were replicating the birth of a hope... 'what if it's true!'
Jalal picked up the report from couch and read it again and again. No...he wasn't wrong...it clearly says...Salim IS his son. Jalal could feel his hands trembling terribly...his vision getting blurred slowly as something warm, moist trickling down his cheeks.
'Jalal are you ok?' worried Abdul asked his friend. Jalal didn't reply but his face did. His tear soaked face caught Abdul's attention, as he looked up to his pal. Now Abdul was damn worried. He didn't know how to handle this situation. Jalal...'
'Abdul, can you leave me alone for some time?' Jalal requested his friend with a chocked voice. The reason was not unknown to Abdul. Hence he agreed, 'alright am waiting at my room. Give me a call whenever you need.' Saying this Abdul left for his room, leaving a tormented Jalal behind who was struggling hard to get hold of his past and embrace his present.
Jalal stood still...gaze locked at nothing. For last four and a half years he was living an aimless life...nothing to look up to...nobody to care for. He always believed his life will end this way and with him end this Royal bloodline, he inherited from his ancestors. The MUGHAL legacy will cease to exist after him. Everything will be lost forever. The history of a warrior breed began from SAMARKAND many centuries ago, will die at his hand. It's not that Jalal was obsessed with son or something like that, but he needed one to secure IMPERIAL from a FALL...he needed one to keep MUGHAL empire alive on this earth. In no way he could alter the century old MUGHAL inheritance law that bars an adopted son to be a legal heir.
After the accident Jalal was in coma for three months...got multiple fractures in his body but he survived all. Only thing he could not fight was the news he received after gaining sense. World broke apart for Jalal, when the doctor told him he could never become a father. Life became a DEAD end for him. Since then there's never been a day he didn't blame himself for letting his legacy go to ashes. But there was hardly anything he could do about it. The all powerful Jalaluddin Mohammad was just a frail fly in the hands of Fate.
The night before the accident, Jalal was with Jodha. That night he became one with her. Jalal always wanted her back in his life but he never imagined, that one night he spend with her, will give him the most precious gift of his life...his SON.
This news...this report...it gave a new life to Jalal...gave him a new cause to live for. Finally dawn smiled upon his never ending dark night. Jalal kissed those papers, drew them to his heart...thanked them for giving a soul to his life. After fighting with his emotions for long...finally Jalal let the guards fall around him. He broke down on the floor...came down on his knees...tears were flooding his face. He himself didn't want to stop them tonight. He wanted to cry his heart out today...he wanted to spend all his tears today. Because he knew with these tears...the pain he was carrying in heart will also wash away. Hence he cried...cried and cried...
5 am
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Jalal couldn't close his eyes for even once last night. Immense happiness and an unknown anxiety kept sleep away from him. He felt like shouting from rooftop and tell the world that he has a son but he knew he must not rush into anything...he must be very careful in dealing with this. First he will have to obtain his son then legal procedures...once everything is tied up neatly, he will announce Salim as his heir...not before that. Otherwise things could turn fatal for both Jodha and Rico. And he just can't let that happen.
Since Jalal got to know about his son, he couldn't think of anything but Rico. Rico...his badmashi...his love for sports cars...his numerous stitches...his smile...Jalal was reliving every moment he spend with him. Once he had wished for a son like Rico...he had no idea God will answer his prayer by making Rico his son. A broad smile played on Jalal's lips as he remembered his lil love. He was growing more impatient with every passing second...impatient to take his son to his heart...impatient to shower his love on him...impatient to give him everything he missed these years...'it's time...he must know who he is.'
Jalal grabbed his iPhone and pressed the speed dial.
'Abdul, where is my SON?'
PRECAP: Rico missing.
KOLKATA
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'You should have got admitted last month itself Ammijan. Itna late karengi toh problem hona hi hai. Thank god tumor didn't burst. Do you have any idea Ammijan how much dangerous it could have been? It could have been...' Jodha was going on with her scolding session until Hamida Banu interrupted. 'Jodha...Jodha...bas bhi karo...our kitna datogi? ab toh main ro dungi...haan.' A mild laugh at the end made its way through the receiver. But that was hardly enough to appease Jodha's much roused temper. More than anger it was fear that had occupied Jodha's mind...fear to loose her Ammijan...fear to loose the person she love. Even the idea of loosing her was like a torment to her soul. A glimpse of the possible outcome of such negligence sends shiver down her spine.
'Yeh mazak ki baat nehi hai Ammijan...ap janti hai apka mere paas hona, mere liye kya maine rakhta hai...you know I will be lost without you...I...' Jodha had many more things to utter but a sudden surge of emotion choked her voice. A lone tear silently found its way down her cheek. In spite of not being in her presence, this sting in her beloved's heart didn't escape Hamida Banu's senses. 'Jodha...don't cry baby. I am absolutely fine. Nothing will happen to me. It's just a small operation. I will need to stay in hospital for few weeks then everything will be just as before. As simple as that. Tum samajh rahi ho na?' asked Hamida with a caring voice.
'Yes Ammijan' Jodha nodded as she wiped the tear drop from her cheek. 'Ammijan aap aj hi admit ho rahi hai na?'
'Yes dear am on my way to hospital. Doctor said operation aj hi karna parega. We can't waste any more time. By the way beta I need to tell you something. Listen to me very carefully.' Here seriousness engulfed Hamida Banu's voice. I won't be available on phone, so if you need anything at all, you can call Adgah Sahab. I have briefed him everything. Paise bhi de dia hai. Ask for it if you need. You don't need to hesitate at all. And one more thing...Jalal abhi bhi Kolkata me hi hai. So be very careful. Don't come out of your hotel unnecessarily. Am I clear?' Hamida Banu halted for a confirmation.
'Yes Ammijan I got it. I will be very careful. You just don't worry.' Jodha tried to pacify her Ammijan.
'Our mere pote ka khayal rakhna. Ekdam durust rehna chahiye woh. Samjhi?' Hamida Banu uttered with a teary voice.
'Jee Ammijan. Khud se jyada aapke pote ka khayal rakhhungi...happy?' Jodha asked in a teasing tone.
'Take care of yourself too.' Now Jodha could sense the heaviness in her Ammijan's voice. 'I will', she assured.
'Thik hai ab rakhti hoon...operation ke baad jaise hi doctor permission de...I will call you. By beta', with this Hamida wrapped her call up. Call ended, leaving Jodha with some unspoken words she wanted to tell her Ammijan. She kept staring at the black screen of mobile...trying to locate some marks of the person she just talked to. Jodha wanted to tell her Ammijan something she never told anyone...rather...she never got chance to tell anyone...something she was feeling like saying today...'will miss you ma'.
Jodha griped the phone and took it to her heart...closed her eyes for some time...a deep sigh escaped her body. Jodha was trying to push aside the turmoil going on in her mind since morning. For some unknown reasons she was not feeling well today. A strange pressure was building inside her head...churning weird thoughts to kill the peace of her mind. Jodha's heart was reiterating to her since morning...something bad is going to happen...something that will land her in trouble. She didn't share it with Ammijan. How can she...knowing her condition!!! But this thing was bothering her like hell. Still there was no way she could get rid of it. Hence she decided to leave it on its own and coax her mind with some reasonable excuses. 'It may be just an imagination of my much stressed psyche.' With this Jodha brushed aside her dreadful thoughts. But things would have been much better if she didn't.
Few minutes later...
'Mom where are you?' Rico stormed into the room. Lil master was carrying a football in his hand. He was visibly upset. Rico was playing in the corridor but a wrong kick pushed the ball to the sharp edge of a Vase-holder. As a result its prickly edge pierced into the skin of the ball, leaking it eventually...so much to the annoyance of Rico. 'Mom where are you?' He yelled again this time Jodha came out of the washroom.
'Rico...why are you shouting like this? What happened?' asked Jodha in an annoyed tone.
'Mom look what happened...' he showed the ball to his mother. Jodha took the ball and rolled a quick glance on it but she didn't found anything wrong. 'What's wrong with it?' this question of his mother roused anger in lil boy. 'Mom can't you see...isme leak ho gaya hai.' Rico's words were wrapped in disappointment. Sensing his boy's mood, Jodha gave another look at the ball. This time she inspected it thoroughly. Finally she got the point!!! Ball was leaking at one part...in fact it has already lost its shape to some extent. 'Aapko toh kuch bhi nehi pata', uttered Rico with a pouty face. This innocent accusation of Rico amused Jodha. In a moment all her annoyance was swept away. She gave her boy a playful look. 'Kya kare Mom Rico ki tarah smart nehi hai na...isiliye' uttered Jodha faking a sad face. Now that made lil master all red. 'Mom!!!' a shy Rico hid his face in Jodha's belly. A broad smile appeared on her face.
'Oho...mera Spiderman sharmata bhi hai...' Jodha teased her son by pinching him on waist. The duo burst into giggles. Jodha came down on her knees and hugged Rico...'my baby'.
'Mom...don't call me baby!!! Am not a baby!!! Am a grown up man. And I need a new ball now.' Rico told his mom in a firm voice as he pulled out of the hug.
'Man-wan toh firbhi thik hai...but no new ball now. Balls hotel me nehi milte hai and we are not going outside.' Jodha gave her final words and walked up to the cupboard. But Rico was not the one who could be ruled over so easily.
'Mom yahan mere sath khelneko koyee bhi nehi hai...ab ek ball bhi nehi raha toh...' Rico halted his line here. The reason behind it could easily be sensed in his heavy tone. This moved Jodha. She can face anything but not her son's tears. Jodha rushed to her boy.
'Rico...Mom to mazak kar rahi thi...see main cupboard se paise nikal rahi thi.' Jodha tried to manaofy her lil master, without even realizing she just stepped on the trap laid by her own son. Immediately after Jodha's confession, the sad cover on Rico's face disappeared in a lightening speed. He chuckled, 'then let's go Mom.'
It took no time for Jodha to get hold of the real matter. She pulled his ear lightly and faking an angry tone uttered, 'Badmash!!! Ma se nautanki!!!' Rico giggled...so does his mother. Jodha rubbed her nose on Rico's cheek, making him giggle further.
Within a few minutes mother-son duo left for the shop to get a new football. Forgoing her Ammijan's warning Jodha stepped out of the hotel that too with her son. A decision she was going regret very soon.
MUMBAI
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'When Jalal's returning from Kolkata? Do you have any idea Maham?' Ruqaiya asked Mahamanga, who herself was much ruffled with the question.
'I don't know...it never happened before that Jalal went to some official tour and stayed there for 2 more days...its very strange this time.' answered a lost Maham.
'Yaa...that wasn't even an official tour. Just a charity program. It was all about a day. He was supposed to leave for Monaco the very next morning. But he cancelled his holiday to stay in Kolkata!!! Aisa kya hai wahan!!!' Ruqaiya almost gritted her teeth with last few words.
'Have you called him?' inquired Maham.
'I called hundred times Maham...but Jalal phone uthaye tab na...' Ruqaiya uttered with disgust. She was going to vent some more of her revulsion but suddenly something popped inside her mind. 'Maham kahi Jalal...' she couldn't complete the sentence as Maham intervened in the middle.
'Kahi Jalal...kya Ruqaiya...kahi aap yeh toh nehi soch rahi ke Jalal kisise...' Maham deliberately left her sentence here to tease Ruqaiya.
'Jalal and women...is topic pe toh ab wiki me page bhi ban chuka hai Maham. I know him since childhood. Women are like nights in his life...keep changing with every new day. I am hardly bothered about them. And Maham...Jalal type ke mard na kabhie kisi ek ke nehi ho sakte. They are just...' here Maham cuts into.
'Ruqaiya aap jo keh rahi hai...kahin Jalal ne sun lia toh?' Maham asked mockingly.
'You like or not...but that's truth only.' here Ruqaiya paused for a second and then continued but this time with a frown, 'bas ek hi fikr hai...koyee Jalal ko fasa na le.'
'Yah fir koyee aisi NIGHT jo MORNING leke aye...' Maham played this with a wink. Her tease irked Ruqaiya to the core.
'I don't want to discuss this with you Maham. Aap bas shadi ki taiyari kijiye...Jalal ke laut tehi...we will finalize the wedding.' Finishing this Ruqaiya left the room, leaving a much amused Maham behind, 'as far as I know Jalal...he will never fulfill your THIS dream Ruqaiya...your wish of becoming Jalal's begum will never be successful...so get ready for a heartbreak my love.' Maham was simply delighted envisaging the shock Ruqaiya is going to get. But she was unaware of the SHOCK she herself is going to get...that too very soon.
KOLKATA
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'Bhaiyaa ek football dijiye.' Jodha placed the order before shopkeeper. It was the bigger sports shop in Kolkata G.K.Sports. There's hardly any sport played on earth, they don't sell gear of. They have separate section for sports cars also. This flattering collection already caught Rico's attention the moment he placed foot in the shop. But he knew his mother can't afford one so he never exhibit his passion in front of her...though it could hardly manage to mask the truth from Jodha. She always felt helpless...helpless for not being able to fulfill her son's wish. Her economic condition was just not apt for it and she didn't like to ask for money from Ammijan for each and every reason. Hence, she had no other way but to let her son go through this.
'Madam ordinary football or BRAZUCA?' asked the shopkeeper. Jodha was to sports like Sachin Tendulkar to engineering...simply had no idea.
'No...no...we want a football.' told Jodha as she couldn't get what BRAZUCA stands for. But that irked Rico. He couldn't hide disappointment at his mother's ignorance. But what ruffled him more was the mocking smile on shopkeepers' face. Rico decided to check his mother, 'Mom!!! BRAZUCA is also football. It's the official ball of this World Cup.' Now this made Jodha hell embarrassed. But somehow she managed to came with a decent reply to the shopkeeper, 'oh sorry... actually I have no interest in sports stuff...that's why. Anyways how much for this BRAZUCA?' asked Jodha. Shopkeepers answer sucked the air out of Jodha for a second...her wide eyes became even wider. In short...She was hell shocked!!!
'Maam we have the original World Cup collections. One BRAZUCA will cost you only 70,000 bucks'. Jodha looked at the shopkeeper with wide eyes, 'WHAT!!! 70,000!!! That too for a football!!! Are you mad!!!' The man was trying to say something but Rico intervened to handle the situation, 'Uncle, aap ek football dijiye. Not BRAZUCA, a normal one.'
'Fine.' The shopkeeper asked his assistant to get a ball. With this the BRAZUCA bizarre came to an end.
Jodha was waiting at the counter to pay. In spite of standing in the queue, she was keeping an eye on her son who was strolling near the sports car window. After few minutes her turn came. She paid and turned o leave...'let's go Ri...' But Rico was not there where he was standing a moment ago. But that was nothing new for Jodha as she was used to such hide and seek with Rico...'ab kaha sports car mil gaya ise..' an annoyed Jodha started looking for his son.
It's been almost 10 minutes Jodha was searching her boy...she looked inside all shops in the row...checked the footpath and adjacent street...asked the street hawkers...did every possible thing to get to her son but every where the answer was ... 'NO'. With every passing second a new bunch of fears was flocking to her heart...dragging her senses to standstill. Her entire body was slowly becoming stiff with fear...fear to loose her only sahara...fear to loose her life...her everything...her son. Jodha ran from one shop to another...from one person to another...but nobody knew anything about a lil boy. As if he just vanished into the air. Circumstances attested to the fact but Jodha's heart was not yet ready to believe...Rico is lost.
Suddenly Jodha felt as if the earth around her is spinning...she felt a spine inside her head as well. Everything was suddenly turning black around her. She was about to fall but at the last moment she caught the handle of the door and somehow averted her fall. A surge of cry was storming its way upwards...but Jodha pressed her hand against her mouth and tried to delay her breaking down at least for time being...'how can I waste time in crying...i need to look for my boy...but where do I...' Jodha somehow controlled her burst out, but she couldn't do anything about her tears, as it flooded her face at its will.
'Ammijan...Ammijan ko call karti hoon' Jodha quickly took out her phone and dialed a number. But just then something struck her mind. 'hey kanha!!! Ammijan to hospital mein hain...unka to phone bhi bandh hoga.' This latest addition was like stab on her heart...it crushed her last hope. 'Ammijan ke ilawa main kisse baat karoon...kaise milega mera Rico.' Jodha never felt so helpless in her life...not knowing what to do...where to go...she was all lost. 'Mera bachha...' this time Jodha couldn't stop her surge...she broke into sobs.
All of a sudden Jodha's phone rang into life. She was too immersed in her pain to talk to anyone. Hence it kept ringing for some time then the call ended...but only for few seconds. After a short break the phone again started ringing. This time a thought came in Jodha's mind...may be somebody found Rico and he is trying to contact. Jodha quickly grabbed the phone and pressed for answer, without even looking at the screen which wasn't showing any number of caller rather it had a strange phrase written on it...PRIVATE NUMBER.
'Hello', a faint ray of hope could easily be sensed in Jodha's voice. But what she got in reply was enough to knock her senses out.
'Are you looking for Jalaluddin Mohammad's son?' This question of the caller drove shiver down Jodha. The truth she kept hidden for years...was suddenly OUT and PUBLIC. This shook Jodha to the core. How can a secret, secured within two people, go out like this? 'Nobody except me and Ammijan knows about this...how can somebody else...' Jodha couldn't imagine the possible reason behind this. But this sudden spilling cracked her heart with a fear, 'where is my son? What have you done to him? Agar tumne uske sath...' Jodha couldn't finish what she began as the caller interrupted.
'Humne uske sath kuch bhi nehi kiya hai...waise bhi he is a blank check to us, how can we even allow a scratch on him. But if we don't get what we want, I can't really guaranty anything.' With this the caller burst into laughter, making Jodha almost freeze with terror, 'why you doing this to my child? woh bachha hai...'
'aaj bachha hai...humesha nehi rahega. Kuch saal baad yehi jake baithega IMPERIAL ke takht pe. Fir wohi sab karega jo iska baap karta hai. Gande khoon ka ganda katra!!! Ab apne waris ke liye kuch toh kharcha karna parega Jalal ko.' With every word the caller uttered, Jodha could feel a painful grip squeezing her heart with more power...pushing her deeper into the ocean of agony. A throbbing pain was slowly engulfing her mind. But how can she let herself succumb at this point of time!!! It was just the beginning of a brand new battle she is destined to fight.
'You are mistaking. Ja...Jalaluddin Moh...' the caller didn't let Jodha complete what she commenced.
'Go and tell Jalal to arrange 500 crores...in cash...within 24 hours...to get his son back...warna be ready to receive him in pieces.' hurling this bomb on Jodha the kidnapper snapped the call, leaving a mother with almost nothing to hold on to. Final words of the unknown caller gave Jodha perhaps the hardest task of her life.
'Tell Jalal!!! how can I?...how can I talk to him...how can I return to the cauldron, I escaped years ago...getting back to him means offering myself to his lust...no way to escape...nowhere to go...' His face...his rage...his touch...his torment - every piece of THAT memory whizzed through Jodha...tearing her heart into pieces. Getting back to those was no less than embracing death for her. Well...that's not the only worry she had in mind.
'How can I tell him Rico is his son!!! Why would he believe me!!!...why would he...' numerous thoughts riddled Jodha's mind...what to do...what not to do...she was all lost. If that was not enough, suddenly a fret pierced into her already much throbbing head. 'What if he takes this as a ploy against him and tries to harm my son!!! What if he...huh...' Jodha couldn't take anymore. Crossing thoughts, enormous pressure...she felt her mind would split open at any moment. Jodha gripped her head with both her hands. She tried hard to focus...focus on the present happenings...focus on the options she had.
'Love for my life...love for my freedom...love for my modesty OR love for my SON??? ' This was 10th time Jodha asked this question to her mind. Every time there was the same reply...'my SON...my SON...my SON.' Nothing could stand with when it comes to a mother's love for her child. Hence Jodha was decided. Nothing else to think about...nothing else to care for.
Jodha wiped her tears and dialed a number on her phone. 'Adgah Sahab, can...can you tell me where can I see Ja...Jalal...Jalaluddin Mohammad?' She put in all her efforts to sound as normal as possible.
'Maam, Sir is in Kolkata right now. He is staying at Hyatt Regency'. Adgah Sahab tried best to hide his astonishment while asking, 'shall I tell him you want to meet him?'
'No...don't...I...I will go there myself'. Jodha replied.
'But Maam you can't reach him without prior appointment'. Adgah Sahab's logic reasoned with Jodha.
'Thik hai...then tell him.' Jodha affirmed in a lifeless voice. She knew with this decision of her, she lost herself to HIM forever.
'Fine. One more thing Maam...gadi kahan bhejoon???' A faint sliver of eagerness could be sensed in Adgah's voice. But this irritated Jodha. She replied in a firm tone, 'don't need to. I will go by myself.'
'But Maam...Sir will be angry if...' mention of SIR' in his appeal ruffled Jodha like hell. She didn't even let him complete what he began, 'maine kaha na...main chali jayungi'. Jodha's firm negation disarmed Adgah Sahab once and for all. Hence he gave in, 'Ji...jaisi aapki marji...I will just inform Sir about your visit'.
'Better'. With this Jodha put the call to end.
Jodha was going back to the MAN she fled years ago. She was going back to the FATE she escaped years ago. All these years she had only one thing in mind...how to veil herself from those tormenting gaze...how to hide the true identity of her son from the world and from that devil as well. But now...everything is ruined. Her every effort, her every attempt just proved to be useless with one call. Now its SHE, who's going to spill the bin in front of HIM...its SHE who's going to surrender her life to HIS will. What can be a more appropriate example of fortune's favorite sport!!!
Jodha spend few more minutes to gather herself and brace for what's coming. Finally leaving a dejected sigh she strolled toward the Taxi stand.
PRECAP:
'Leave us alone...make sure nobody interrupts till I ask'. Jalal ordered his security person without even turning back. He waited till he heard the sound of door getting locked.
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