OS: Yesterday and Tomorrow--Jallad (completed) *mature content* - Page 3

Lovely teaser 😳

Hayee o Rabba!

Rakshas,

napster, make it as garam and steamy as you want!!..mhara ashirvaad aap ke saath hai !..if the teaser holds so much wicked potential, wonder what the complete update would be like..* giggling & blushing like a teenage phangirl*!!...

Lovely. Please complete soon and post it. Can't wait to read the full update.

Oooh can't wait. Don't wait to long to post. I think you've teased us long enough with this little snippet

Thanks for the sneak peak.

Authors's Note: A lot of you will maybe wonder why this edition of the "Yesterday and Tomorrow" Os series is so---light. I thought I would place the "Yesterday" part of this One Shot REALLY close to the Future--so the Rudra you see here in "Yesterday" is already someone who has changed significantly, and is therefore much kinder to Parvati.

Please see this as a "break" in the sequence--the stories I have planned for the "Yesterday" segments of upcoming One Shots will take us back to a darker, much less sweet Rudra, so don't be confused by this OS, its a light one, showing a softer Rudra, just for fun. I wanted to write one OS that was kind of cute, maybe even a little silly and lighthearted, before going back into the plot I have going in my head for this series--and that is definitely a darker story-arc.

But I hope you like this one, too, as a break---Sirf Intensity/Dard ki diet sehadh ke liye acchi nahi hoti, baisa! So Enjoy!

PS: and the Garam Wala, sexy Jallad wala OS (Tomorrow) is now posted:

https://www.indiaforums.com/forum/post/103037126

Please comment and like, I want to know how this new OS was for you.

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YESTERDAY AND TOMORROW: JALLAD (PART NINE)

YESTERDAY: The...the Jallad!! How could someone like him, empty of emotion, filled with stones and rocks, understand how much she wanted this? Parvati, outwardly as calm as ever, fumed within as she was escorted back to her cell. That Jallad! Why was he filled with such raw hatred for her? Why did he, such an important man, bother with harassing and hurting her, the most unimportant of BSD's captives? How could he influence even the General, that kind, fatherly man, into denying her small request?? What did he gain? Paro's temper spiraled higher and higher.


The General had looked a little embarrassed as he had taken back his own word to her. He had given her permission earlier, during one of their de-briefing sessions, hadn't he? He had smiled kindly at her, saying he saw no reason to refuse, and that Constable Ram Mohan would be there to oversee things. He had said he would check with "others" to be sure---but that he thought there was no harm to her request. Paro had understood who the "others" meant---it could only mean the Jallad since no decision about her seemed to be taken without his hateful input---but the General had agreed. So, for her, this meant a yes, and so she had been happily planning for her treat.


But then this summons!!! The Jallad had spoken to the General, this morning. The security risks were too great. His men would not be able to survey the area, or control the public. The personnel could not be spared to watch over her! Constable Ram Mohan did not have any station leave left to use. All nonsense! She had quietly heard the General's justifications, and then, turning, had silently walked out of his office.


How petty! How cruel! What would it have cost the Jallad to just not interfere, just this once? Nothing! But of course, the Jallad had to do something to show he controlled her. Every day, something new, to show he had Paro in his grip, that every breath she took in was at his command! So of course, he would find out that she had made this small request, and then do his best to see that she was kept miserable. She marveled at his cruelty as her constable Ram Mohan darted ahead of his "prisoner" to open the doors for her before she got to it.


Throwing an absent smile to the adoring Ram Mohan (who cherished each smile, and kept thinking of new ways to coax a fresh one out) Paro stalked into her cell, only to stop dead in her tracks. Sitting on her wooden chair, feet casually up on the desk that had been brought in for her to use as a makeshift dining/dressing/crafts table, was the Jallad.

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"General Singh ke sath gutter-gu ho gaya? Teri bewakoofi bhara plan pe paani woh phekh diya yah mere liye yeh shubh kaam abhi bhi baki hai??"

(Eng:"Are you done coochie-cooing with the General? Has he tossed cold water onto your idiotic plan, or has he left that pleasant job for me to do?")

Rudra drawled. Paro did not respond. Ram Mohan had already closed the cell door behind her, so she had nowhere to go. Paro, furious yet completely shaken by the sudden appearance of a man who had never before invaded this cell, now busied herself pretending that the Jallad was not in here, locked in with her.


She could feel him as if every breath he took was touching her own skin, and the heat from his gaze made her feel over-heated. The air itself carried his scent. But resolutely, Paro turned her back on the Jallad, ignoring that shivering sensation he always caused her---that one of being closely observed by a wild animal. She tidied her cot, folding the sheets with trembling arms. Heat suffused her face, as she quickly picked up the new blue choli which she had been embroidering with intricate mirror work, the one she had left lying about---he had seen...?


Her heart beat erratically. Somehow, the cell, hardly a large space at the best of times, now seemed absolutely claustrophobic. "Kya hua? Suna nahi? Mein kuch pucha tuje" came the bark.


She turned to a cracked mirror on the wall across from the table, picking up a comb. If she acted as if he was not there, perhaps he would get bored by her indifference, get bored of playing this taunting, cat and mouse game with her, and leave.

The chair creaked, as a heavy body rose.

Soft footfalls from army boots.

A presence, as real as the man itself, invaded her senses as he came to stand right behind her.


She stood frozen, arm raised, staring into the mirror as she saw the Jallad filling in the entire background behind her own image. The bright window behind her disappeared, and the image of the Jallad took amorphous shape as the light from the blocked window shone in glinting rays around the Major. "Mein jab tuj se kuch bhi puch ti hu to mujhe uske jawab chaiye!!" growled a voice, inches away from Paro's ear.


The proximity, the smooth threat in the voice, or the man uttering it--for whatever reason, Paro started trembling, and the comb dropped from her hand. Within seconds, it was just as swiftly caught in midair by the Jallad behind her. And then...


Paro stood, mesmerized, as the comb began a slow, gentle glide through her unbound hair. A warm hand grabbed a fistful of the inky black waves, lifting a portion of her hair across her shoulder. Paro stared at the mirror, as the Jallad stared back into her eyes, lifting a lock to his face, breathing in her warm fragrance. His eyes closed, heavy lids drooping over molten orbs. Paro looked away from the sight, her throat dry as timber. The same warm hand touched the nape of her neck, softly, as if willing her to hold still in its grasp. Every nerve in her body fired heated needles into her limbs at the same time, in direct reaction to that hold.


Paro's own hands fisted as she closed her own eyes, fighting the lassitude of that soft stroking comb's caress through her scalp. Smooth locks fanned out behind her, a few unruly strands reaching forward to stroke her own cheeks, sending shivers through her body. The Jallad was not touching her, but what he was doing was so much worse, she did not have any defense against its insidious effect. She could hear the soft swishing sound as the comb moved through her hair, the sensation unnerving, overwhelming. She felt drugged, weightless as she almost sagged at the knees, remembering at the very last moment who was behind her, and why.


"Lo--teri sevah karr raha hu. Teri yeh kaam bhi kaar diya. Distracted hone ki koi waja abb nahi hai teri paas. Ab bata. Tu jaante hai na, General tuje Mela mein akele nahi jaane denge?"

(Eng: "Here--I'm doing a service for you. I'm doing your work so you have no reason to be distracted. now tell me. You know that the General wont let you go to the Fair alone right?")

Paro tried to turn, to stop the shocking intimacy that was being forced onto her, but a soft voice came, silky with warning--

"Nahi..Paro..yeh teri saza hai, isko tu bardasht kar le-- mujhe ignore karne ki saza..Palat math."

(Eng: "No Paro. this is your punishment, you have to take it, suffer through it. Punishment for ignoring me. Don't turn around, don't move.")

Paro almost nodded in agreement. This did seem like the worst, most drugging, sweetest kind of punishment, one that would render her a slave to the tormentor. So Paro stood still and stared at the mirror, at the man right behind her. The Jallad was focused on his task, seemingly mesmerized by the movement of the comb. A tiny part of her registered that the Jallad seemed ...shaken.


"Agar jaana hai, ShivRatri ki Mela peh, tujhe request karna hoga. General ko nahi, Ram Mohan ko nahi. Puch ne hoga--mujhe. Aur agar tujhe jaana hai, to ek hi hai jo tujhe lei jaa sakhta hai--mein. Jaana hai? Mujse mang. Kya hai woh pyaar bhara naam jiss se tu hamesha daak te hai mujhe...Oh Yeah...Puch le tu---yeh Jallad se. Aur jaa tu, yeh Mela pe---Yeh Jallad ke sath."

(Eng: "If you want to go to the Shiv-Ratri Fair, you have to make the request--not to the General, not to Ram Mohan, but to me. And if you are going, then there is only one person you can go with--me. You want to visit the Fair? Ask me for it. What is that loving name that you use to call me? Oh Yeah...ask for the favor--from this Jallad. And then go to the Fair--with this Jallad.")

Dropping the comb, Rudra turned away from the silent statue before the mirror. Shoving his trembling hands into his pockets, he managed to smirk at Paro over his shoulder. The tithliya would have to fly into the net now, he thought, exultantly. She would not, could not, bypass him, go to others for what she wanted. She would have to go with him to the Mela. He had not lied---well, not completely---to the General about the dangers of a Mela where people from a 100 villages congregated for an Annual festival known for its exuberance and free-for-all activities. But he could take care of Paro if she really wanted to go there.


Rudra did not examine too closely why he had seethed with bitter jealousy when he had heard that Paro had requested to the General that her roly-poly moron of a Constable take her to the Mela. Right now, he did not ask himself why that stung, why he had bothered to stop her trip, why he was here in the cell now. Or why he had combed that silken black river, imagining his bare fingers running through the cascading waves, imagining his face buried in the fragrant...


"Nahi jaana mennu. General saab keh bhi diya. Aap usko bataya naa, ke jaana meri liya khatarnaak hai? Thik hai. Nahi jaungi. Aur koi Jallad ke sath toh bilkul bhi nahi. Bas. Kissa khatam."

(Eng: "I dont want to go. The General has already told me this. And you told him it would be dangerous for me to go there, right? Thats okay. I wont go. and I especially wont go to the fair with any Jallad. That's it. The issue is closed.")


Paro was proud of her steady voice, and held onto her composure for as long as it took Rudra to storm out of the cell, slamming the door shut behind her. Without his disturbing presence, the cell resumed its usual, normal proportions. The room looked dull, the air smelt stale. Paro shivered even though the day was unseasonably warm. The air seemed colder, as if the few minutes of the Jallad's presence had been enough to heat the entire space. She touched her hair, a flowing river of ebony rippling down her back. Her hair felt warm, alive with a crackling energy, as if he had left a part of his vitality behind, infused into her, into her tresses.


All morning Paro had felt like sobbing, disappointment and rage a hard lump in her throat. She had hoped to have a good cry in her cell to relieve herself of her feelings, seething with regret at the loss of the treat, and baffled rage at the reason behind her loss. Paro now sank to her knees. She felt her eyes prickle as a salty droplet trickled down her cheek. Paro cried, her head down, nestled between folded arms as her hair fell in a curtain around her body. But this time, she was not crying because of the Mela.

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"Kuch kaha? Kuch pucha? Mela ki bare mein?"Aman had become quite sick of this question, but still, patiently, he now again answered his commanding officer. He had spent the past two days responding over and over again to some version of this very question from Major Ranawat. He knew, from questioning Ram Mohan, and from inferring from things Rudra himself said, what had happened. But Paro was showing a surprising spine of steel. Having been outmaneuvered by a master manipulator, Paro had outmaneuvered HIM--- by just refusing to play the game. She was upset, her red eyes gave evidence of this. She had not forgotten anything, and clearly still wished to go to the Mela that meant so much to her.


But two days had passed, and she had not asked the General again, spoken about it to Aman, or brought up the issue of Rudra taking her to the fair. So now, Aman responded to the anxious, guilty-looking Major pacing his office and still waiting for the girl to break--- when the girl had clearly already broken HIM.


"No. Parvati has not said anything. She has not mentioned going to the Mela, which is taking place tomorrow morning." Aman said, exasperated.

Aman then added, taking a huge risk for potential demotion in the ranks-"And she had not asked about you either, sir. Seems she'd rather not go, at all, sir, than go with..the Jallad. " Nothing more than a scowl and a worried frown greeted this piece of blatant insubordination. The pacing continued.


So, greatly daring, Aman went on: "Parvati ko iss Mela jaane ke permission dena tha, Sir. This Mela is a huge deal for the girls of this area. Sab ke sab sare saal intezaar karti hai iss din ke liye--,jaan chiraagti hai, sab larki iss ki upar. Jaati hai, rides charti hai, naach gaan, hungama dekhti hai, thoda kuch kharidh ti hai. Maza leti hai, iss din ka. Usko nahi jaane dena,when the Thakur's men are not a threat to her---seems cruel, sir."

"Where are the border activity reports, Aman? If I don't get them, right now, I'll be even more..cruel." said Rudra, his voice pure, menacing steel. Aman quickly offered the file. The Mela issue, he thought regretfully, was ended. Poor Parvati.

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Minutes later, Parvati's cell had the second visit from the Major in as many days. Sitting at the table, eating her afternoon meal, Parvati looked up in shock as the door banged open, and then was shut just as resolutely on Ram Mohan's inquisitive face.

"Tayyar rehna. Tomorrow. Subha jaana hai. Aur sham ke pehle lautna bhi hai. Bohoth der reh nahi dungi tujhe. Koi bahes maat karna. Shor sharaba se door rehna, attention draw math karna. Mera paas rehna, the entire time. Aur mujhe bataya bina koi ride, kissi ki dukaan, yah kahan bhi jaana tujhe allowed nahi hai. Kuch kharid-na hai, khana ya peena hai, toh woh bhi sirf mujse puchkar karni hogi. Samjhi?"

(Eng: "Be ready. Tomorrow. We'll be leaving early. And returning well before evening. I'm not letting you stay at the Fair for too long. Don't argue with me about this. You'll stay away from any loud scenes or excitement, and you won't draw any attention to yourself tomorrow. Stay near me, at all times. And don't go on any rides, into any store, don't go anywhere tomorrow without telling me first. In fact, don't buy, eat or drink anything without my permission. Got it?")

Waiting for some expression of happiness, maybe even a dawning of that dizzying smile of hers, Rudra watched Paro expectantly, as she sat staring at him as if he had grown two heads. And then--she started to cry.

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"Mujhe Mela nahi jaana. Mennu nahi maanga, aapki ijazaat. Nahi manga aapki sath. Aap bola muje aap se bhikhari ki tara aakar, khud ki swabhiman ko thes dekar mannat mangna hogi. Ek Mela jaane ke liye iss sub kuch karna hogi.. Nahi kiya mein aise kuch. Khud ko iss tara beich nahi diya. Nahi janna mennu!" Sobbing her heart out, Paro ran past the astonished Major, and threw herself onto her cot.

(Eng: " I'm not going to go to the Fair. I didn't ask you for your permission to go, nor did I ask you for your company to take me there. You told me that I had to come to you, like a beggar, forgetting my self-respect, forgetting my dignity to beg you for this boon. I'm expected to do all this, to attend a Fair! No! I didn't do any such thing! I didn't sell myself so cheaply, for something like this! I'm not going to any Fair!")

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Rudra felt as if an unknown, invisible assailant had come from nowhere to punch him in the guts. He actually felt breathless from the shock of what Paro had just said. Did she not understand that he had been...teasing? This was a game, wasn't it? He did not mean to make her feel like a beggar, like someone with no self-respect! He had wanted her to...what?


Conscience, once awakened, was now a horrible spur. It pinched at him, as he helplessly watched the sobbing girl on the bed. It asked, in a sneering voice "What did you want, Rudra Banna? She feels belittled, humiliated. She has been denied so much, and you made sure she felt completely helpless--over a fair? So she would come to you, turn to you? Instead, you made her cry, for two days, over nothing. She has pride. You know that about her, and yet you let her pride get wounded. She did not compromise, and now you come here--mahan ho kar--condescending to her like this? What is WRONG with you Rudra Banna? Kuch kar tu, Usko samjha, baat ko kuch palat kar bolke dekh, stupid!"


Rudra, noting that his Conscience's irritating voice sounded surprisingly like his father Renawat, sat down on the cot. It sagged and Paro slipped down from her spot on it, sliding almost into his lap. She gasped in shock, straightening, looking up at him. Rudra, never one to waste an opportunity, firmly held Paro and stroked the wet hair from her flushed face.


He would have to fix this. This was not right. He had not wanted her hurt, and despairing. He had not meant to make her feel as if she had to give up something she longed for, in order to fight him. He had wanted her to have no choice, of course, so she would end up choosing him. But he did not want her to NOT choose him at the cost of her self-respect and her pride. That was not...hell. It was simple, wasn't it? In the end---


He had wanted her---to want to go with him. He had been hurt, because she did not seem to want to share her treat---with him. But this--her tears, her sadness, her broken sense of self--he had never wanted this for her. Not him.

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Paro, struggling a little, found herself being forcibly comforted. The Jallad had a hold of her waist, and was not letting go. Hard whacks between her shoulder blades, meant to soothe her, were administered as the Jallad, eyes swimming with confusion and shame, looked into her own, anxiously. Paro watched the Jallad struggle for words.

"Mein bhi Chandigarth se hu. Bachpan mein, meri...maa...aur baba ke sath Mela pe jaane ka shokh tha. Jaana ka moka hi nahi mila. Woh dono kabhi mujhe lekar nayi gaya. Panara saal se koi Mela pe nahi gaya--koi bahana nahi mila, aur koi waje. Lekhin teri ko jaana hai naa? Toh menne socha-- Tu agar saath jayga, toh Mela pe nayi sub kuch dekh lunga mein. Tu haar sal iss area ki Bara Shivratri ki Mela pe jata hai, na? Tu zaroor sabse accha stalls, accha rides aur khana ki dukhaan pehchaanti hai?"

(Eng: "I'm from Chandigarth, too. When I was young, I always wanted to go to this very Mela with...my mother and father. Somehow, we never got the chance to go---those two never took me. I haven't gone to a Mela in fifteen years--never had a reason to, or an excuse, I guess. But you want to go, so I thought--if I go along with you, then I'll see everything news and exciting there. You go there every year, to the big Shiv-Ratri Mela, right? The newest stalls, the best rides, the most delicious food stations. You would know all of them?")

Paro, mouth open, could only nod.

The Jallad continued: "Toh tu meri liye ek...sevah karegi? Bohot din se kaam se, BSD se koi chutti nahi mila mujhe. Thak gaya hu, kaam se. Mela jaungi toh kuch change mil jayega. Tu jaana bhi chati hai, mujhe teri sath jaane mein meri hi faida hoga, chutti bhi ho jayega, thora change bhi. Kya khayal hai? Jaiga meri sath? Mela?"

(Eng: "So, then, will you do me a favor? It's been a long time since I've taken a break from work, or from the BSD. I'm tired of just working all the time. If I go to the Mela, then I'll have a change from everything. You want to go, and if I go with you, it'll be an advantage for me, as you know the place, plus it'll be a holiday from the BSD, in a way. So what do you say? Will you go with me? To the Mela?")

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After that, Paro did not even know when she agreed, how she stopped crying, and for how long she sat next to him, excitedly explaining to the Jallad exactly what he had been missing for fifteen years. He agreed to her plans, promised to leave the next day with plenty of time in hand to hit the rides and eat the best food at the fair. The day's plans were laid, and the Jallad and his Prisoner parted, after a long discussion with no hatred and no animosity between them.

And the smile that Constable Ram Mohan usually collected, like a careful sea-diver striving after lustrous pearls-- that smile now showed itself, with no prompting, with no guile, to the Jallad himself. And when the Major, as he walked out, grinned at Paro over his shoulder and said that the blue mirror work-wali choli would suit her tomorrow, Paro could only blush, and murmur to herself, as the cell door closed behind his retreating footsteps..."Jallad!"

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Aww this is beautiful..Rudra is not that big a monster after all..his gesture of soothing her hurt pride was so sweet..the adorable "Jallad" 😳

Yaay! U updated! Do my eyes deceive me! Did the jallad jus comfort paro *open mouthed* and they also had a normal convo! Wow that was too good naps!