AkDha FF Destiny #2 Chapter 18-19 updated 13/10 The End pg 21 - Page 14

She toyed the food in her plate with a fork, lost in her own dream world of love and joy. Finally, she could feel her pulse relax for good and slumped herself in the leather sofa, breathing abnormally. Jalal loved her and she loved him back. This was the fact that was to be remained unchanged. Everything seemed to fall in it place and the missing puzzle of love from her life had skidded its way to get solved. She apparently did nothing to entice him nor did she.. It was destined to happen.. A subtle smile made its way to the corner of her lips and she could feel her cheeks warming up even in the thought of him. Wait till I come back... The thought of it made Jodha shiver in excitement...what was her man up to? She blushed like a love sick teenager and threw her face into her palms, giggling aloud.

She heard the doorbell ring twice and slipped inside her shoes, flapped towards the door.. Wait till I come back... He was here, she thought as she made her way down the stairs. Taking in a moment, she brushed her hair with her fingers and patted her shoulders for confidence and she was ready to go! Wait till I come back.. She blushed heavily and strode towards the door. Wait till I come back... She turned the doorknob and grinned naughtily... Wait till I come back... She opened the door wide open and her smile disappeared into the thin air.. WAIT TILL I COME BACK...

Jalal put a halt to his Audi R8 as he reached the office building and threw the key to the guard to park the car. Just when he was about to enter the building, his phone started buzzing "Speak" he spoke urgently. "Sir, we tracked his phone and were able to determine his destination." Jalal arched a brow of his "Continue..." "S-sir he was last seen hovering in Colaba.. Near your house... then he switched his phone off.. That's his last destination." Jalal froze in anxiety "Whe-when?" Jalal cleared his voice. "Sir fifteen minutes ago.. I fear he will try to get in your house and fish out some information or try to harm you.. But the good thing is Sir, that you are here safe and sound.. He can't harm you.." His mind went numb in a tremor and he pressed his jaw in a tight line "Call the police! Immediately!" Jalal urgently cut the phone and barked to guard to bring his car back... Please be safe.. He chanted this mantra until his car halted in front of him. He hit ignition and sped away to save his Jodha from the devil who had once snatched his valuable gem.. He was not going to let that happen again..

"Excuse me?" she replied curiously as the man scanned her from top to bottom with his devious eyes, that made Jodha uncomfortable. "May I help you?" this time her voice louder and cleared. His eyes sparked after meeting with her face "I am Sharriffuddin, Jalal's sister Bakshi's husband.. Jalal has called me here for a business proposition and he will be here any minute.." he babbled honestly.. Jalal was coming, the thought of it made Jodha smile. Until Jalal comes, she had to take care of this man as he was Jalal's relative, it was her duty to serve him.

"Please, come in." Jodha spoke chirpily with a smile plastered around her face. Sharriffuddin entered the house with devil like smirk and as he went past Jodha, he brushed his body with her petite form, apologizing immediately. Jodha's brow deepened and she clasped her elbows to her knees and held them tightly.. Only for Jalal, she reminded herself. "Please, sit down.. Would you like some tea?" she spoke sweetly with subtle smile... "No thanks.." came his response..

Jodha's phone started to ring and she said aloud "Oh its Jalal.. Ill inform him that you are waiting for him..." She looked at the screen for a couple of seconds and was about to answer the call, when she found her phone snatched away by huge palms.. "I am afraid I can't let you answer that..." He finished with a smile, his eyes darkened, making Jodha take a few step backwards.. "Who are you?" she said quivering with fear.. He down casted his eyes and then looked back at her with confidence.. "I am Bakshi's husband.."

"What the fing hell!" Jalal grasped a good amount of hair into his palm and pulled them in frustration, first for this traffic jam and second Jodha was not picking up her God damn phone! Jalal quickly dialed her number again, trying his luck again... He froze right there when found the line dead, it was switched off.. What was going on? Jodha was definitely in trouble and this traffic jam seemed to be endless...

Without wasting a minute, Jalal shot out of his car like a coiled spring and started to run as fast as he could.. He had to save her.. Not only for her but for him too..

"What do you want from me?" Jodha sent out a shrill scream, as she watched her smashed on the floor into pieces. Tears threatened to escape her eyes and she tried hard to hold them back. "For now.. YOU" spoke Sharriffuddin with lust dripping from his sentence, the eyes explored her petite figure and he but his lips in satisfaction.. This chilled Jodha to her core and she stood there completely lifeless. Where was he?

"Jalal is the most pathetic and emotional head case I have ever met in my life.. So what I married her sister for money and beat the crap out of her? So what I pushed her off of the staircase and cause her to carry? So what I lured her to commit suicide? So what I turned her parents against her and her mushy brother? It caused me no harm.. Just five years of jail and look where am I now standing? Free like an eagle!" Jodha threw him a disgusted look "You devil!" she scowled at him making him laugh hysterically "I am not done yet.. I am here to avenge my insult of sending me to jail.. Jalal has to pay and he will after I snatch the little who*e of his from him?" Jodha felt her bile rising. "Jalal found himself wife cum who*e"His eyes darted towards her..

No.. she wouldn't let this happen.. She would punish him for wronging Bakshi... She would not let him touch her! Her first instincts worked over her, picking up the Chinese porcelain, which sat right next to her, she threw it in his direction. It was an unexpected move and before he could dodge it, the vase landed on his head making his vision fussy. Jodha ceased the chance and ran almost the rate of speed of light towards the bedroom and double locked herself. She began breathing heavily and stream of tears washed down her eyes. Jalal...The thought of him brought back her spirits and she jolted towards the landline, thanking her lucky stars that it was working.

The road was empty now and he had managed to hire an auto and promised the driver that he would reward him with a content heart if he sped quickly enough to his destination. His shirt was drenched with sweat and the lapels of his jackets were flying out from its position. He was a mess. In exasperation, he cupped his face with palms and started to hyperventilate aloud. The auto immediately slowed down, making Jalal twitch "Why did the auto stop?" he asked urgently. "Sir are you okay?" Outraged with the pathetic question of the driver "Would Ya just drive and stop Fing with my personal life!" The auto started right there and Jalal's pulse relaxed just abit.. His phone started to ring and it flashed "home" Jalal could feel his heart in his mouth.

"Hello Jalal! Please come home fast.. This crazy guy is here to seek revenge from you.. Please come fast.. I managed to knock him out for a couple of minutes.. Save me Jalal! He is going to kill me...Aaahhh!"

SMASH!

Then the line went dead along with Jalal's sanity...

"Don't touch me!" Jodha tried to ward him off with her edginess.. "You really shouldn't have hit me..." Sharriffuddin shuddered his shoulders as he advanced towards Jodha. " This is what happens when you give too much importance to a woman.. She starts thinking that she is more superior than men... The same thing happened to Bakshi... She was a pain in the behind.. Thank God she committed suicide or else I had to kill her with my very own hands.." Sharriffuddin said apologetically. Jodha couldn't hold herself together anymore and without thinking of the coincidence, she spat on him, right on the face. Without looking back, she made a run towards the bed, threw the cushions at him and made a quick escape through the entrance... She could here his long strides towards and for a moment she thought that she would herself caught, but someone pushed Jodha to go on.. Jalal..

The front door was open, which made some oxygen pass through her veins.. Idiot, she reminded herself of Sharriffuddin.. Just when she was about to cross the boundaries of the house, she felt a hand over her shoulders and then *tear* the side of her kameez had been torn, revealing a good amount of her fresh skin. This made Jodha rooted in her spot.

He was finally there! He almost threw his wallet to the driver and requested him if he would do him a favor and accompany him to his house. As expected, his good for nothing guards were missing from their place and he had to do something about them.. But now he needed to give his full concentration on Jodha.

The driver and he strode past the garden and when they reached the door, Jalal's eyes almost popped out from its place. Shariffuddin grasped Jodha with his hands and was trying to smooch her. On the other hand Jodha was crying and protesting at the same time. Anger boiled in his blood, with gritted teeth and clutched his fist into a ball and threw a blow at him. Sharriffuddin toppled down causing his nose to bleed. Probably, Jalal had gotten him a hairline facture.

He frisked a quivering Jodha in his embrace and held on to her as she broke down into tears. He let them flow... He heard the police sirens and then and there he knew Sharriffuddin's game was over.. Jalal would never let him out of jail again..

Jalal pressed his lips on Jodha's hair "Don't worry baby.. Nothing has happened to you.. You are all fit and fine.. Now Now stop crying."

Jodha nuzzled into Jalal's chest "I love you Jalal... I love you.."

"Back at ya."

"The milk bottle is slowly moving towards Baby Salim.. Daddy Striker Jalal is worried if he is able to goal or not." came the commentary from Jalal as Baby salim half lay on his lap, excitement gleamed in his eyes to know more.. What would happen next. Jalal continued "Mumma Mid fielder Jodha looks quite worried whether the daddy striker can goal or not.. Daddt striker passes all the obstacles and now is on one on one with the lips goal keeper. Will he be able to shoot?" Salim opened his mouth wide open "Yesh de will!" He shot his hand in the air in excitement and Jalal took the opportunity and dipped the bottle inside his mouth "GOAL! What an excellent shot by Jalal!" Jalal patted his shoulders, showing off and his son started to giggle.. Jodha clapped her hands "Yayy we won again!"

Salim was a two year old kid, but he didn't act his age.. He was much more mature and understood everything and obeyed his parents.. Except of the eating part he was an obedient child..

"How are my Hassan and Hussein?" Jalal carefully picked up the sleeping son and placed him into the crib. He held Jodha from behind, trying his level best to get hold of her, but alas her protruding tummy stopped his futile attempt.

"Thanks Jalal..."

Jalal pecked on her lips "For what?"

Jodha spoke softly "For everything... If you weren't.."

Jalal ushered her from speaking "Ssshhh... We are meant to be.. Destiny had chosen us to be together and no one in the world can change it... No one.. You will remain mine forever..Mrs.Jalalluddin Mohammad."