A special gift from Deepa known as Deepsub
Dear Jahnu,
A very very happy Birthday to you. Have a whale of a time with your family and Friends.
May you be pampered with gifts & kisses & hugs!
This OS is inspired by your baby PBD.
Taming of the pride & surrender of the prejudiceThis plot is around the revelation of the real face behind the animation designs and some sweet moments between Jo Ja.
It was a lazy Saturday, but not for our Don. Jalal had woken up early as usual, finished his prayers, and had a good workout at his personal gym. But still felt a bit restless. Until noon, he engrossed himself in the presentation deck that was needed to impress the client in Japan. "I shall conquer this", thought Jalal. He had invited his friends Chetan and Abdul for discussion regarding the 3D designs over some afternoon drinks and early dinner. It had been quite a few weeks that the friends had been together. He needed their healthy chitchat to stimulate him to tide over the rough waves in his mind.
"Jalal", said Abdul, closely scrutinizing the presentation deck. "These last two diagrams need re-jigging yaar. The design is not coming out clearly. The angle of the compressor is a bit weird. Can we get Mohan to amend these? It should not take a lot of time". "Really? Let me see" said Jalal and Chetan. "Haan yaar, how did I miss that. Guess was tired reviewing the financials of Regal" said Jalal. "Of course, you were busy with financials, facial, social, circumstantial aspect of Regal" chuckled Chetan.
"What rubbish?" darted Jalal with a sly smirk spreading at the corner of his mouth. Haay! How can I tell you guys? I am constantly mediating on a pair of brown doe eyes that adorns a fine face with flawless skin, thought Jalal.
"Chalo, let's call Mohan" said Abdul. "It should take only an hour or two to amend these designs". "But its Saturday Abdul", darted Jalal. "So what?" said Abdul. "He did not do what we had requested. The most important part of the design is the compressor part. Or else, we will attract unwanted questions on the thermodynamics or the combustion chambers". "Let's see if he is free" concluded Jalal.
Jalal very religiously dialled Mohan. It rang a few times but he did not answer. After 15 minutes, Mohan rang back. "Hello Sir", said he. "Sorry to bother you on a Saturday Mohan" said Jalal sounding very calm. "No Sir, its ok. Its just that I am currently on the way to Mysore to meet my granny. What can I do for you sir", asked Mohan.
Jalal hesitated a little, but then asked him "Mohan we wanted a few changes to the compressor design. We were wondering if you could do them. But its ok, since you are away let's see to it on Monday" he said.
"Oh Sir, I'm sorry. But Sir, actually these designs were mostly done by Jodha, as I got busy with the Shopping complex stuff. Maybe I could or you could ask her to complete the changes today". What! My idiot did these. But we spoke about it the other day, and she did not spit a single word. It was a bolt from the blue for Jalal to realize that his sweet idiot wanted to help him again. What a talented women she was he thought. Talented in designing and in masking her efforts. Waking up from the shock, Jalal, quickly said "Mohan, could you do me a favour? Call her and ask her to come to the office and do the changes. I will go to the office later and collect the design by 6pm". Jalal started thinking of a plan.
Mohan agreed to Jalal's suggestion and called Jodha. She was spending her day with Pedhamma and Kiran shopping and visiting Sai Baba Mandir in Indiranager. She did not enjoy the probing questions Kiran was darting at her regarding Jalal in front of Pedhamma. She prayed to Babaji "Please save me from this situation". Just then, her phone vibrated and she picked it up.
"Hello Mohan, what's up?" she asked. "Jodha, Boss needs a favour. You know the last two designs need a change. Actually, I forgot to pass on the changes that Abdul Sir had requested. Sorry Jodha. Could you help please? I feel so bad", he said. "Moreover Jodha, I'm nearly near Mysore now, so can't come over". Almost pleading Mohan said "Jodha please could you go to the office and make the changes and leave it for Sir in a CD. He said he will be in by 6pm to collect it".
Sai Baba, I owe you one, saying Jodha agreed to do it. She told Pedhamma and Kiran and left for the office. She boarded an auto rickshaw and headed to Regal.
Mohan called and informed Jalal that Jodha was on her way to the office. There was a mysterious smile glowing up his face. Abdul and Chethan were lost. Jalal said that the design will be done by close of play today. They both sighed and said 'let's celebrate then'. Jalal did not give a positive answer. He said 'Yaar, I need to go out in the evening. So no drinks guys. I shall promise you next week for sure, drinks & dinner".
Hmm. "Yeah, dhal mein kuch kaala hai" said Abdul and Chetan nodded. "Accha chalo, I need to go anyway" said Abdul and got up to leave. "Wait a minute, didn't Mohan say he is in Mysore? So who is doing the design?" asked Abdul. Jalal just stared at him with a stone gaze almost telling him, are you going to strip me apart or what. Jalal calmly replied "Guys, just learnt from Mohan that the face behind those designs is actually Jodha", "Haay, haay" said his friends and said "Ok Boss, not asking you further questions like where are you going, when are you going etc..." chuckling Abdul and Chetan left giving a light punch on Jalal's shoulders.
Jalal was spellbound by his idiot's audacity in not revealing her efforts and on top of that masking it from him. He told himself, now you can't escape me idiot.
Jodha reached the office by about 4pm. "Uff, this Bangalore traffic is worsening" she uttered and proceeded towards her cabin. "These Bosses are so bossy", she uttered loudly knowing there was not a single soul in the office. Logging into her computer, she started pulling the designs and started working on the modifications.
Jalal was restless, he wanted to go to the office immediately and confront his MBA student and thought of giving her a lesson or two today. But he was stuck with his dad on the phone regarding the legal issue with one of their lands which was partly owned by Aliya's family.
"Dad, don't worry about it. I shall sort it with Saradhiji", said Jalal and ended the call. He immediately called up Saradhiji and briefed him about it. Before ending his conversations, he asked if Jodha has left for the office. Saradhiji informed him that yes, she was on her way to the office in an auto, as the car needed servicing.
Jalal replied to him saying "Sorry uncle, I have some urgent design issues which I need to sort out for my project, hence I need Jodha's help. I shall drop her home in the evening myself", he said answering the unasked question posed by Saradhiji.
Finally Jalal left for Regal in his black Jaguar. His heart was throbbing with some sort of excitement, who he could not control nor understand completely.
Reaching the office, he tiptoed to his chamber, and sent an SMS to Jodha, "How is your Saturday?"
Jodha was busy starring at the designs, was shaken from her moment of meditation when she saw his message. "Oh, now the Boss wants to know, how ruined my Saturday is, after asking me to come to office on a weekend". Grudgingly, but with a sly smile she replied. "I'm at Lal Bagh, visiting my friends and what are you up to?"
Jalal could not stop his stupid grin on his face and replied "I'm preparing for MBA classes that I will be providing for one of the student soon". Jodha read this message and slowly smiled and understood that he was really preparing to impart some knowledge to her.
She replied thank you and did not add any more words to her message and he replied, "You are very welcome idiot". Looked like both wanted that silence at that point in time.
There was silence for the next one hour or so, as they both went about doing their work.
Jodha read her notes to check if all the changes were incorporated into the design. She kept muttering to herself "Men are from Mars - they want all things done perfectly at the time they command. Does not matter what others are doing or not doing. Cha, I wanted to go to the CMH main road and have that chocolate Sundae ice-cream. All my plans went down the drain. Now I have to bear with this compressor design sundae which is tasteless and inedible."
While she was muttering, she did not notice Jalal standing at the edge of the cabin door with his shoulders resting on the door frame.
"I can get you chocolate and strawberry Sundae as a double treat", he said with a stern face "but first I want answers as to why you did not tell me that you had done all this". By the time Jodha realised Jalal's presence, he had nearly flown over to her desk and was now standing behind her chair with this hands on either side rested on the handles. His eyes were glued to the screen scrutinising the changes to the compressor combustion chambers.
He asked "can you change the orientation of that picture and turn it anti-clockwise. She did as he said. "Ah, its better now". Jo was amazed with his sense of keen eye to details. She did not speak a word, as she was angry.
"I've finished" she said and asked, "is there anything else Sir, if not I'm going to log off and leave for the day. Its already 6pm and Badepapa will be worried if I'm delayed".
"Yes, I do need to see all the designs again and don't worry about your journey back home. I have spoken to Saradhiji that I will drop you home".
"But before that tell me why you concealed to me your involvement", he asked.
Jodha was piqued in temper now. She said, "Before I could answer you, you tell me why you didn't approach me to do this job. Is it because I'm a junior member of the team and you didn't have any confidence in my ability or because I was a woman and could not work as hard as the others". She was evidently in hot temper.
Jalal turned her swivel chair around and gazed into her blazing eyes. He could nearly start laughing loud soon, but he composed himself and said softly "Jodha, I did not underestimate your abilities. But I was concerned as to not strain you. After the last two incidents, I did not want you to stay late in the office or come on the weekend. Hence I did not nominate you. And secondly neither Raj nor Mohan have said that you were the main face behind these designs. So shouldn't you forgive this mechanic and your Don?"
Before she could speak, he said "Yes, yes, I know what you are going to say - I thought there were no sorry or thank you between friends, so don't worry about apologizing". Then he went on to say, "So are you ready for MBA classes?"
Jo was still feeling hurt for him not believing in her ability and thought how obnoxiously arrogant he was, but she could not think of anything at his point but to forgave him given the softer side she had seen of late. But the precious tears starting flowing from her eyes.
She said to herself that once this work was done, she is having nothing to do with Jalal and will catch an auto to reach home.
To distract her, Jalal asked her to save the designs as a PowerPoint presentation. As she saved them, Jalal came close to her chair with his hands on either side of the handles. He was closing in the distances between them. His hot breath was being felt by her in her ears. God save me, he thought, as he nearly nibbled on her soft ear lobes. What on earth does she do to me? I feel insanely attracted to her spirit and persona. But this idiot is not realising it, he almost spoke loudly.
She cursed herself for wishing Jalal to be a bad boy. Her breath withered, but still she managed to speak and say that the work was done. But Jalal was not ready to let her go today, just like that. He gave her a sweet peck on her head, turned around her chair and unceremoniously held her wrists and pulled her to himself. Jodha was stunned and could not react. He held her hand tightly, entwining their fingers together. It seemed too intimate a gesture, but they both seemed to enjoy the warmth that touched their very soul.
Jodha was startled at this new feeling of electric shock. She loved how her hands felt in his, the fuzzy feeling that was creeping up her insides.
"Let me go Jalal", she said, but his grip tightened and he pulled her closer. God, she was so beautiful and so glorious he thought. But he could see the hint of sadness in her eyes. "Let you go, not today Jodha. Tell me why you are sad?" he probed gently. She could not tell him the insecurity she felt within of having lost her family, her dearest brother with whom she could speak on anything. How will she ever find that somebody who would like her the way she is and will be. More tears started flowing.
Jalal left her hands and now cupped her face with both his palms and said "Jo, please do not cry. I can't see that sadness seeping through you. I need you to be strong and cheerful".
"God dammit Jo. I love you" saying, he pulled her close forcibly with both their chests colliding with each other. His loving arms engulfed her in that warm embrace. Jodha's heart skidded to a complete halt, her brain seemed to stop thinking and that fuzzy feeling in the pit of her tummy returned. But she felt good and her eyes filled with more tears but with a little joy.
Jalal took her hand and in an unexpected gesture kissed her fingers and said "Jo you are stunning for me. You are amazingly talented and fiery. I see some of my reflection in you". Saying this he hugged her again. He felt good holding her in her arms.
His sweet gesture, made her feel light, as if fresh air was pumped into her lungs. She said shyly "Jalal, you nearly have fooled me with the MBA" and the rest of the words were struggling to come out her mouth.
Jalal again cupped her soft crimson cheeks which were flushed due to the blush. He stared into those magnificent orbs and flutters of joy took over his & her body. He could feel her relaxing and being at ease with his touch. At that point he wanted her to release all the pent up frustrations and loneliness with him. He wanted to fill her life with happiness that would last to eternity. He wanted her to feel the need to share joys & sorrows without inhibitions with him and he too wanted to share his frustrations with the business and his previous relationship. But all that could wait for the right time and tide.
Right now, he wanted to comfort her. So he asked her "Why do you cry so much Jo, tell me". She stared into his black orbs and said "I know, we are putting our professional relationships out of the window. But wanted to say that I feel safe and warm in your company". She wanted to say more, but his mouth crushed hers shunning any words that could make the ambiance stale. First the kiss was gentle and soft, then it proceeded to become ruthless and ravaging. They both could hear their throbbing hearts as they plunged deeper into their first kiss. They were both lost in each other, lost in the pleasure of sweet nectar of being together unaffected by the world.
They slowly withdrew, as they were short of breath. His one hand glided to her sides and engulfed her waist and drew her closer. His other hand cupped her face and gazed into the depths of her eyes. Words were spoken through the eyes, the mouth had other things to do. Slowly he traced his finger on her forehead, eyes, nose and then rested on her swollen lips. She gazed at his velvety black eyes which were gazing at her desirable lips. She could feel the heat rising up to her cheeks and her eyelids became heavy. Gosh she thought of what a bad boy Jalal was.
Just as she was going to ask him to let her go, he lunged at her lips. His mouth moving over hers in an urgent raw need of passion. The kiss wasn't gentle, it screamed of possession, of need. They both strained to be closer to each other. "Jodha kiss me back", he nudged her tenderly, as they both plunged deeper into their intimacy. He wanted everything in that kiss and she was willing to give everything. They both were consumed in their need with a requirement that had no reasoning at that point.
'Thank you" whispered gently Jalal and released her realizing that he needs to drop her home safely and soundly. He winked at her and said "This was the first MBA lesson".
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Deepsy.. a jumbo hug for this sweet gesture..
Phew.. an OS from Ms. Poet.. finally.. What I failed to do.. my birthday DID!! 😆
And 3000 words over night!! 😲😲 I wish I were as fast as you!! One more hug for the time and effort u invested on this!!
You researched carburetor internal parts for writing this OS 😲😲... the compressor and all.. OMG!! 👍🏼👍🏼
Now coming to the story.. Your title is an instant HIT!! I liked it alot.. 🤗..
"Meditating over a pair of brown eyes!!" 🤣 Your version of Jalal is too much lattoo over Jo.. and indeed very fast.. confession and kiss haan.. 😆
When I read Mohan's part I doubted if I were reading my own writing of part2.. 🤣 Now after reading my update don't blame I copied you.. 😆
Your version of Jodha is easily forgiving than mine 😆.. she excused him easily 😉..
"Men are from Mars - they want all things done perfectly at the time they command. Does not matter what others are doing or not doing."
Is this Jodha speaking or the writer herself?? 😆 To me its the latter 😆😉
Jo was still feeling hurt for him not believing in her ability and thought how obnoxiously arrogant he was, but she could not think of anything at his point but to forgave him given the softer side she had seen of late. But the precious tears starting flowing from her eyes.She said to herself that once this work was done, she is having nothing to do with Jalal and will catch an auto to reach home.
This part was incomplete to me Deepsy. Why did she cry?? 😕
Kissing fingers .. sweet and romantic.
Kissing lips .. hot and erotic!!
And he confessed that he loves her!! ☺️ But why didn't Jo reply with an ILU?? 😆
Is that because he didn't give a chance to open mouth? 🤣.. Bossy Boss!! Dominating our poor girl!!
He winked at her and said "This was the first MBA lesson".
That's the Naughty Boss in action!! 😆
Overall, a beautiful try Deepsy. I'm so glad and honored your first attempt of writing was for me!! This is only the beginning, expecting a FF from you soon. And see, you already conferred a fan base!! So no more hiccups.. you got to indulge into full to writing soon. Gear up ur imagination, churn the thoughts, weave a story and spell ur magic.
Your Fans are ready.. ARE YOU??? 😎
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