SS: ~I love Jodha~completed - Page 5

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Chapter 1:

I love Jodha. Jodha does not love me. Yes, she used to love me once...the days when my mustache was yet to come out in my tender teenaged face, the days when Jodha was slowly blooming into a blossoming flower of springtime from a little girl in frock, the days when we were in the doorstep of our adulthood but yet to cross the innocence of teenage, she used to love me. She does not love me now. Maybe a gentle smile touches her lips when she recalls the childish love-story of our adolescence period! Let her smile. She looks beautiful when she smiles... There is a vast difference between that immature, fun-loving little school girl Jodha and today's successful, smart and graceful Jodha... But in the dream of this unsuccessful, struggling youth both of the entities has been mingled with each-other. Perhaps she can never love me, but I will love her with all my life, forever!

Nowadays I use to dream a same dream. Not actually dream, rather the well-secured clips from the album of the memory- that only flashes out in the dream... We both were at 10^th then. 2 weeks were left of the board exam. We were returning together from the tuition at the evening. The moon of the evening sky was enveloped with the blanket of black cloud; the flashlight of the thunder was piercing the silence of the ambience along with the ear-piercing sound. Suddenly rain broke down into the earth. We had no umbrella, so we started running together holding each other's hand in the lonely street to the nearby old abandoned house at the end of our locality to save our heads from the untimely rain. Both of us were fully wet. "Damn! Just hope that we will not get a bad cough and cold in this exam time!" Jodha told me with a fake disgust, but her smile was telling that she was enjoying this blessed moment with me from her core... She had put off her stole which was drenched with water; she had opened her wet hairs, the drops of water were slowly rolling on her smooth cheeks. Her curvaceous features of growing womanhood were peeping from the wet Kurti that she had worn... She was a complete woman now enriched with perfect sculpture of womanhood; while staring at her I also was converted into a complete man from a teenager boy, and our playful and friendly childhood love-story had been converted into a mad and passionate affair of two matured adult desiring man and woman in a moment... When and how I don't remember, only the touch of the wet lips of Jodha in that rainy evening burns my heart with a strange passion... till today!

I awake. I see the sign of nude poverty of the room to sneer at me shamelessly... We have only two rooms in our little ground-stored rented house. My so-called personal bedroom has been dumped with all the garbage, from the old bundles of newspapers to the old trunks and suitcases and all. The fan is even not even working properly from two days. In the hot and nasty weather of midsummer night I come back into the reality from the dreamland at a second. My two little nephews are sleeping deeply beside me- I cannot afford their school fees! A slight but whining sound of breathing was piercing the silent air of the night from the next room- mother's respiratory trouble has been increased from a week! My father, suffering from paralysis from 2 years, is having a severe problem of nerves nowadays and I cannot consult to a renowned neurologist. My sister has returned to her home with two sons being unable to bear more torture from her husband- I, her useless brother has no strength in his voice to assure her that she and her children's future is secured in her own house, forget about filing FIR against her husband... Even for living a life with a least respect a man needs affluent money, and I have no money! The bitter reality strikes my entity cruelly; I directly fall down from the happy cloud of dreams to the hard rocky soil of rationality... I need job! I cannot afford to relish the beautiful flashbacks of my childhood even in my dream...

I come out to the balcony with a burning cigarette in my hand- the only bad addiction I have. From the balcony I can directly see the room of Jodha at the first floor of the small but luxurious house just opposite of our old and pale one. The happy environment of the night has been gathered at the outside of that room. The small tubs of money-plants, hanging from the balcony of Jodha's room is reflecting both the taste and wealth of her family. Behind those kid-plants, behind the closed door and windows, the sleeping-beauty is sleeping peacefully in her air-conditioned room. Not a single trace of poverty and frustration has the permission to enter into that room.

I lean over the wall of the balcony, my eyes staring at the closed window of Jodha's room. The very common call from a melodious voice starts ringing in my ear. "Jalal..." From the days of the nursery school to the last day of our school life she had called me in the same tone. I close my eyes; I can see the little girl waving her hand to me calling by that name, I can see the beautiful girl smiling silently looking at me, I can see the anxious girl who is waiting for a glance of me from that window in the midnight. The 5 years old Jodha, the 12 years old Jodha, the 16 years old Jodha... All are lost in the thoughts of mine; all are free in the dreams of mine...

A terrible cough pierced the air. I open my eyes at once. My mother is seriously suffering too much. I have to manage to visit a good doctor now. I have a job interview tomorrow, I have to crack that at any cost!

Throwing the extinguished cigarette on the road I go back to my bed; Jodha, you sleep peacefully in your dreamland. Jalal, your once best friend, the prince of your childish fairytale love-story has no right to see a dream now!

[Sorry for the short update.😛😳]

Okay, so this is a very different concept. I am not in a habit of Jalal being poor and all! He is so associated with royalty, the name itself is! ⭐️ Kya kar diya mere Jallu ka? 😔 😆

Congratulations for your new story...⭐️

Originally posted by: -AkDha.Lover-

Me first...res

Originally posted by: Shinning_Stuti

But still I have not get the comment from you for the last posted chappy.😡😆

Originally posted by: -AkDha.Lover-

Oh my! Stuti di...aap comment ke alaawa kuchh sochti bhi ho? 😆

I have been so busy ki hardly got tome to log in to IF...and here you are...comment! 😆