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OSR 59 - She's here, but I miss her! Part 1

April

THE SINGH HOUSEHOLD

LIVING/DINING

Having dabbed the droplets trickling down his hairline, Jalal subtly tucked his handkerchief back into his pocket. Well, he didn't want to make his predicament too obvious!

From an air-conditioned bedroom suite. To an airconditioned dining room. To an airconditioned car. To an airconditioned office. To airconditioned hotels. To a few other airconditioned pit-stops. Before returning to the comforts of his airconditioned bedroom suite for the night, was pretty much his daily routine.

Thus, to go from THAT to enduring the Hyderabadi April noon heat with no air-circulation whatsoever - that too, in a starched business attire - was predictably taking a slight toll on his current 'comfort' level. And adding to the whole 'funny' equation was the fact that he'd become the unannounced centre-of-attention in a living room packed with hordes of members. While being overindulged with spicy hot Rajasthani cuisine.

Nevertheless. The charmer that he was, he'd effortlessly kept up that electrifying charisma on - throughout this lunch-session at the Singhs.

'Finished? So soon, beta?' Mr. Singh enquired, before getting up to check on the fan regulator for the nth time - as though the constant flicking of the switches would magically resolve the power-cut issue

'You've hardly eaten the ghatte ki sabji. And try our methi-waali mirch with rice too...' a proud bade bhaiyya suggested 'That's our ghar ki speciality...'

'Oh... n... no... thank you!' he swiftly refused with a graceful smile -after helping himself to a refreshing sip of the chilled coca cola Vishal had just brought from a Kirana store nearby. Woah! Methi-waali mirch? Chances were, he wouldn't be left very functional for the rest of the day!

Somehow, this entire situation resonated with the 'Jamai-Sasur' jibes his friends had cracked at the Hospital canteen a month ago. Amused by how far those jokes had prophesised into reality, the young man downed another icy cold gulp 'The food's delicious... but, that's all I can eat for lunch...'

Not surprisingly, the entire experience had been an unconventional one for the Muhammeds. After all, it was the first social gathering between two very distinct households that conformed to very different etiquettes.

The extravagant menu was desi Rajasthani fare, not the usual multi-cuisine delicacies. Dessert was simple homemade Malpua, not endless speciality pastries. Soft drinks were on offer, not the regular expensive mocktail-cocktails. Stainless steel katoris and thaalis replaced exquisite porcelain and glass crockery. And the list didn't end there!

So yes, it was all a bit different.

However, that didn't mean that the milaap was an unpleasant one. Far from it. With both households more-than-willing to build bridges now, it just meant that it was a matter of time and effort for them to understand the customs and practises of one another.

'Aur aap?'

'No no thank you Malthi...' Mrs. Banu smiled at the cordial hostess 'Pehli baar we're getting to taste such sumptuous Rajasthani cuisine... you've put in so much effort... but... sach mein... I can't have anymore...'

'Arre...' the gratefulness was blatantly evident in the woman's eyes 'All this is nothing compared to what you've done for us...' a brief while later, she turned to the chubby grey-haired man seated in their midst - the engrossed one who looked like he could do with one last helping 'Aur aap? Muhammed ji? What can I get you...'

'No no... aunty...' Jalal was quick to butt in 'Please don't offer taaya anymore... his sugar levels have shot up again!' he was darting his uncle killer-glares by the end of that statement 'And he's already eaten more than his fair share!' he subtly indicated towards the clock 'Waise bhi... we have to get going soon... scheduled to meet a few clients at Connemara...'

'Ok ok beta...' taaya hastily relented by placing his spoon down 'I'm done... dekh...'

'A... actually...'

Then, the sentence hushed down. It was papa Singh.

'Jee uncle' Jalal enquired, wiping his fingers with his hanky 'Bataaiye'

'A... actually...' the father paused to dart his oldest son a hesitant glance 'We wanted to discuss about something else too today... but, if you don't have the time now... I'll...'

'No no...abhi bhi waqt hai' ammi smiled graciously, after helping herself to one of the authentic Marwari paans being offered by bhabhi 'What did you want to talk about, bhai sahab?'

'Banu ji...' it took him a few instants to proceed thereon 'We all know about the kind of relationship your son shares with our daughter... at the start, I admit, we were against it... but our perceptions have changed...'

'Why don't we formalize this relationship?'

It was Malthi. She'd eagerly cut in, blurting out the substantial question that'd been on her mind for ages. Well, she couldn't wait any longer. And her husband was taking too long 'What do you feel, Banu ji?'

The Muhammeds had fallen silent. They were pretty much caught off-guard with that proposal.

Taaya was surprised - albeit, pleasantly.

Ammi was surprised too - albeit, very pleasantly.

But, Jalal was startled - Just. Plain. Startled. Wasn't everyone jumping the gun here?

'F...formalize?' he broke out into a stutter 'W...wh...'

'Well... from your actions... and your family's support... it seems like you've wholeheartedly accepted my sister despite her current shortcomings...' bade bhaiyya appeared to have set aside his emotions to take on a realistic approach to the entire matter 'Tho, all we're suggesting... is to take the relationship forward now...'

Kneading his brow in disbelief, Jalal exhaled deeply. He needed some time to think. He hadn't come prepared to face THIS. This sort of 'Hot Seat' situation. These sort of delicate questions. He had to formulate the right phrases - before he could gently let them down. Before he could tell the Singhs why this wasn't such a wise decision. And from their 'bated-breath' looks it was clear they weren't going to give him 'forever' to come up with a response!

'What happened beta?' taaya probed on a low tone

A preoccupied Jalal said nothing

'Kuch tho bol...' ammi was growing intrigued too, by the blatant signs of perplexity on her son's face

A whole minute of awkward stillness went by...

'Banu ji...' Malthi eventually spoke up, her manner beginning to reflect signs of restlessness. She was anxious - like every mother would be - about being unable to decipher the meaning behind Jalal's 'expressions'. Anxious about the implications those 'expressions' held for her unwed daughter's future 'We are very simple people with traditional compulsions... our relatives have seen both our children together at the hospital... they are talking... asking questions...'

'If not a grand wedding... an engagement... something that would make this rishtaa an acceptable one by society's standards...'

'Jodha has already been through so much... all we want is for her to stay safe from further public gossip and scandal ...'

'Ek second Malthi... Bhagwant... mujhe bolne do' Mr. Singh interrupted their emotionally-charged conversations. He wanted to explain this from another angle. Yes, it was becoming increasingly clear from Jalal's reactions that he wasn't ready to accept the proposal. Yet, all the distressed dad could do at this point was hope to put the unsure lad's doubts at rest and convince him otherwise 'Jalal... Jodha responds better to you than she does to anyone else... she seems to be healing faster around your presence...' the man's speech had started choking-up 'I apologize... I know I sound selfish while asking this of you... but, I believe that if she stays around you she'll heal quicker...'

'Uncle...' the young man had finally found his voice after having deliberated upon the right words 'I understand and I WILL be with her each step of the way... but, what does a wedding have to do with her 'healing' quicker?'

'At this point, a distraught father can do nothing more than request you...' Mr. Singh concluded, literally 'pleading' by means of his gazes

Jalal took in a long breath. This wasn't getting easy. But whatever the circumstances, he knew that he wasn't going to change his mind 'I am sorry...' he shook his head 'I don't mean to sound rude, but I can't agree ... to a wedding or an engagement...'

'B...but...'

'Par, kyun?'

'But this is what we all thought you BOTH wanted...'

'No! This is not what we both wanted. Not at this stage!' he clarified - briefly raising his voice over the baritones of theirs to be heard. Taking advantage of the momentary lull that followed thereafter, he resolved to start over - and on a very composed note 'Uncle... aunty... ammi... I am not saying no to marriage... I am saying NO to marriage NOW! There is a difference...' his eyes gradually veered to a room tucked at a far corner of the living area - a room whose door had remained closed all along 'Dekhiye... we've been here for over an hour now... yet, all along... Jodha has been unable to join us because of her headaches... she wasn't even able to sit up when ammi and taaya had been in to pay her a visit...she has no idea what we're discussing about... is it necessary to rush an engagement when she's at SUCH a stage of recovery?' pensively shrugging his shoulders, he reminded them of a significant issue they all seemed to have missed out 'Besides, we want her NOT to be pressurized by any form of stress now, right? Fir tho... in our Indian society, there are so many expectations after an engagement... so much of pressure... an expectation to conform to norms... to meet relatives... aapke ghar ke taur tareeke... hamaare ghar ke taur tareeke... she's only been discharged last week... learning to use the crutch... hasn't even stepped out of the house yet... kabhi kabhi confidence kho deti hai... how would she cope with these additional expectations, then? Wouldn't all this only be greater stress upon her?'

Having verbalized the notions that'd been in his mind for so long, he cast a swift glimpse around himself - to study their responses. Though he could only guess their thoughts, one thing was for sure. They'd all quit trying to refute him. Possibly because they were assimilating all that he'd just brought up.

With everyone busy looking at one another for 'approval' and none really having anything to say even after a short while, Jalal decided to bring up yet another valid point. Something that'd just dawned upon him 'Aur aapko pataa hoga... how much she loves her rituals, customs and traditions... why deprive her of all that... why rush through something that's meant to be an enjoyable occasion for us, JUST for the sake of society... relatives who know how we've suffered, will definitely sympathize!'

'B... but beta...'

'Uncle... aapka problems main samajthaa hoon...' he reassured the parent - a parent who looked like he would crumble under the weight of his emotions any moment 'But look at it this way... here, she is amongst familiar people ... my house would be a new environment for her... even if she were to stay there, it'd be difficult for me to pay her further attention than I already am now... my work hours are gruelling... some days I return home late... I've just taken on a huge responsibility - finding my feet in this large group that abbu had set up years ago... I HAVE to relieve taaya of the obligations he's been riddled with for so long...' as he completed that statement, he felt his uncle's hand reaching out to his shoulder. Acknowledging the support with an affectionate blink, Jalal continued - pragmatic as ever 'Most importantly, I am only 25... settling down... abhi bhi, I'm dependant on my uncle for guidance and support... I want to be self-reliant before I get married ... so I can support a bride who would be dependent on me... it's not a question of money... only one of principles... hope you understand!'

The genteelness with which the tension in that ambience was gradually pacified - over the course of the next few seconds - was tender. Almost touching. How could anyone counter his line of reasoning? WHY would anyone counter his line of reasoning? After all, everything that the lad had said so far was both, sensible and noble.

'Beta...' the moved father subsequently elected to speak. For himself and for his silenced family 'It... it...' tears began flowing down his wrinkled cheeks. Tears of relief. Tears of happiness. Tears caused by emotions that'd been bottled-up for too long. Nevertheless, he didn't care to hide those tears - not from Jalal

'It... it might be the first time when a girl's family must feel proud to hear their proposal being turned down by a ladka... but we admire you for taking this stand...'

'Thank you...' he smiled at them 'And when we both are ready for marriage, trust me you'll be the first to know!'

Now, THAT promise did manage to uplift everyone's spirits. Noticeably.

Seeing how both his families had managed to regroup from the intense scenes, he presumed it'd be wise to end these discussions for now. Probably hop on to another chapter. A more light-hearted one, maybe - seeing how luck was on his side today!

'Uncle' the impish young man strived to keep a straight-face, as he diverted the topic 'With your permission... say, maybe a month from now... do you think I could take Jodha out...'

Part 2 contd below

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She's here, but I miss her! Part 2

June

SECUNDERABAD OUTSKIRTS - A QUIET BYLANE

'Here we are!'

Letting the radio play on 'low', the freshly-showered casually-dressed boyfriend switched off the engine. He surveyed the dimly-lit expanses around them in a jiffy. It was nice. No exotic location. Just nice. He would have loved to do much better for a 'first date' - but his options were restricted. Due to office-appointments, this outing couldn't materialize earlier - meaning most of the typical routes were choc-a-bloc with the typical 7:00 pm traffic. Given her fragile condition, he had to choose a route that didn't have too many bumpy speed-breakers or jerky potholes. So here they were - parked beside an isolated stretch of rolling dusky fields, half an hour from the city.

Turning to his lovely girl, he was about to ask her how she felt - when he stopped.

Jodha was engrossed. Angling from the passenger seat, she was trying to unlock her seatbelt -but her fingers kept slipping

'Shall I?'

'Hmmm' she responded with a coy blink

And he unfastened it for her

Once free from the restraint, she lifted her index finger and led it towards the radio -her undivided attention fixated upon the task. Thankfully, reaching the right spot on the dashboard could be accomplished with relative ease. However, completing the last bit i.e. actually switching it off was tougher. It appeared to require more 'tact' and her hands weren't nimble enough to succeed.

Having been intently studying her actions all along, Jalal gave her some more time to try it out by herself. For herself. When certain she wasn't going to carry through, he cast her a gentle smile and stretched his arm out to give her a boost. Imprinting his steady hand upon her unsteady one - finger on finger, palm on palm - he guided her along the final stretch. Till the radio was switched off!

'But that was one of your favourite songs'

'Whicch I can hear at home tooo... now tho... I... I... I...I'd hear youuur voissse instead' she paused to slow down. And take a deep breath. The inherent excitement was worsening her stammer 'Congrajulationsss Mr. Muhammed, MBA! For youuur degree...'

An energized grin surfaced on his lips 'Thanks Jo! We did it!'

As she gleamed with pride thereon, her features came alive with a fresh form of lustre

'Wow!' he flattered her, recognizing the newfound glow under the shadows of a distant streetlight 'You're looking special today!'

'Th... thanksss' she broke out into a blush, thrilled to bits by his compliments 'Matcching nail painttt...' she paraded her finger nails 'Matcching earringsss...' she slowly tilted her face so he'd be able to see 'N lip glosss too! Bhabhi helped m...me get dresssed today...' she giggled 'It'll t...take sssome time before I can ussse eyeliner... or make a decent hairssstyle... and wear heelsss though...'

Sweet! He couldn't help but admire how pleased she was with herself - a typical 'Jo' trait that he'd always admired, but a trait that'd been amiss from her life of late 'Looks like I owe your bhabhi a big round of thanks...' he dug out his mobile from its stand, whelmed by a sudden surge of fondness for his girl 'Here... let me take a photo of you...I wanna capture this giggly rockstar!'

'W...why?' her generous beams turned a shade unsure now

'Hey' he instantly jumped in - to elevate those faltering levels of cheer 'Everything looks perfect on you...' muffling his pitch down, the boyfriend spun a 'mischievous' twist on the entire convo 'And this photo's only for me... something special to get me by tonight!' he winked

Jodha's indecisive frowns creased into more puzzled ones 'W...why?' she asked 'What's t...tonight?'

'Arre...' Jalal stared on, wondering if she really hadn't grasped his usual-kind-of-joke or if she was only acting naive. A few seconds later, it was clear. She genuinely hadn't comprehended the naughty undertones of it 'Ok chod...' he subsequently tried burying yet another 'oops' incident with a soft sigh and an awkward nod 'Waise... yaad hai... I told you about a party, remember? A party my classmates are supposedly throwing for me at my place?'

'Y... yes...'

Leaning against his headrest, he gazed into her hazel eyes 'Wanna join me?'

'Oh!' the girlfriend slowly sat up, somewhat taken aback. She didn't know what to say. At least for the first minute or so. Her balance was still shifty, her hands twitchy and her mannerisms unusual. She knew she would stand out in such a crowd.

'Fine...' he'd understood her stance 'No pressures...' taking his fingers to her cheek, he went on to caress it, showing he empathized with her insecurities 'We'll start mingling when you're more comfortable about...'

'I'll c...come...' she suddenly stated. With renewed confidence.

It was his turn to be mildly taken aback 'Sach?'

'Youuu didn't even havvve a f...farewell... this party is t... to celebrate youuur MBA degreee...' she blinked at him 'I... I don want t...to miss it... I'll be there f... for youuu...'

His heart skipped a beat 'That would mean so much to me!'

Caught up in the tenderness of the moment, the pair continued glancing at each other. Soundless. Entranced.

Unaware of the passing instants, she blissfully basked in the warmth of his stares - hypnotized by the power it held over her.

Unaware of the passing instants, he grew engrossed by her grace. Taking in the beauty of her now 'slightly amended' features. The beauty of a 'new' set of expressions on her face. And most importantly, the beauty of her nature - to strive to sustain a smile despite all those physical changes.

God! She was attractive - by virtue. He could sense it. Right then. Right there. He was developing a fresh crush on her! The boyfriend in him was thirsting to ditch-it-all and delve in with a bold move. To seize her waist. To dig his fingers into her back and tug her close. To avail some form of physical intimacy. However, he kept those fantasies under wraps, since the carer in him wasn't so sure about her physical or emotional state-of-mind yet.

Then, out of the blue - she whispered 'Come clossse to me...'

He came away from the headrest he'd been resting against 'Why?'

'Come clossse na...' her gazes reverted to the smooth contours of his freshly-shaven cologne-splashed neck. Like it had done on numerous instances. In the past five minutes

'Huh?' his brow arched into a curious frown, before he leaned near her 'Ab khush?'

'No... clossser...' she insisted a second later. With a grin

'Oh-kay...' stretching across from his side, he inched towards her - just as she'd insisted 'This enough?' not surprisingly, his frowns had turned a tad more wicked. He couldn't deny - he was intrigued now. A 'happy' intrigued! Was she actually going to do what it looked like she was? Anyway, all he could do was watch. And wait for the seemingly engaging events to unfold!

Lifting her shaky palm, Jodha slowly approached the collar of his t-shirt. At first, she attempted holding it by its edges - but the feat was taking longer than expected. Especially since her fingers had begun trembling quite substantially by then.

'What are you doing?' the delighted boyfriend murmured, observing her closely while she continued fumbling and bumbling around his collar. No doubt, he was reliving a few welcome memories that her actions were bringing about. Revisiting a happy-place as she cosied-up to him - a place that he hadn't been able to visit in aeons now. Eyeing her from such close quarters. Relishing the escalating warmth of her mellow breath brushing against his neck. Savouring a kind of proximity with her that he'd been yearning for!

'H...help me na' she ceased the ongoing silence after a few unsuccessful minutes - her voice barely louder than a hum now 'H... help me unbutton your ssshirt'

'What!' the surprised young man had to literally close his mouth to mask a semi-chuckle - and more importantly, to mask the hints of an 'unusual' abashment that'd just come on with a furore!

Still unsure if he'd heard the right words, he cast an amused glimpse around himself. Yes, the roads were empty. Yes, it was dark. Yes they were alone. Yes, they were in a car in the middle-of-nowhere!

BUT, they were outside. IN THE OPEN! This had to be quite 'brazen' a demand even by the pre-accident-Jodha's standards!

So, he asked again. Just to be sure 'Here? You want me to...'

'I...I want...' having darted him a soft smile, she returned to trying her luck with his shirt. Who would have thought that undoing a button with twitchy fingers would be so tricky a job? 'I want to f...feeel... yoou' she urged him on

'My my!' he broke out into a spicy smirk. True, he'd come on this 'first date' with a few anticipations of his own. But he hadn't been sure how things would take-off. And he definitely hadn't expected things to take-off so fast - that too, in so riveting a direction! Anyway, why should he deny his girlfriend her demands? Particularly mischievous demands that were totally doable. And totally totally interesting!

So, he did as she asked. Assisted her efforts by subtly undoing the top button of his t-shirt

'This enough?' his tone was such a tease

'N...no'

'Not enough?' he chuckled. And chuckled some more But there are only two buttons on here! Fine...here you go...' he opened it up for her, his skin a deep beet-red by the time he'd finished. Hey, wasn't it HER job to be doing the blushing while HE acted like the devil? Not that he had any complaints about this unexpected role-reversal, though. But if she devised to get any friskier than she already apparently was, he was planning to start the car. And kidnap her. Off to his place 'So, kyaa iraadaa hai?'

Jodha stayed quiet - because her hands had commenced talking instead, albeit a bit clumsily. Carrying her arm over, she gradually snaked her fingers via his gaping collar. Around his neck. Through the folds of his t-shirt. And onto his bare skin.

His questions had piped down too - he was more-than-happy to play audience to the language of her hands. To let her get as close to him as she felt comfortable. To let her 'feel' him like she wanted. To let her romance him as she willed.

As she inched her way along, he gently supported her back so she could go on with ease. He WANTED her to go on. The fact that her palms were stumbling along didn't put him off. If anything, the twitches somehow seemed to heighten the sensations. Gosh! This was arousing. No, this was heaven!

His jaw barely a mil away from her cheeks, his eyes lingered around the inviting arcs of her neck. Her fragrance. It was pulling him in. She was using a different perfume now - a gentler one - to avoid the migraines.

Giving into desire, his lips drifted towards her profile. He was about to drown in the lure of her satin skin. Kiss the silken bridges of her neck and shoulders 'It's...' his throat had become parched, so his words came out in the form of a loud gasp It's been so long...'

'I... I know...' she looked up at him

'You think so too?' his sultry glances trailed down. Shifting focus from her eyes. To her lips. He HAD to re-familiarize himself with those lips. Intoxicated by the idea, Jalal enveloped her cheeks cautiously so he didn't rock her head 'I've...'

'Exssactly!' grasping the hand that was cradling her, she withdrew from his face - so he'd stop hugging her so proximately and pay attention instead 'I... I meant... it's been ssso long... and yet, youuur ssscar hasn't diminissshed... are youu sssure it's t...totally healed?'

'Huh? What?'

'Yesss...' she replied wide-eyed with worry 'I... I wanted to feel it... never had a chchance to na...' she paused. It was then that she noted a baffled frown emerging on his forehead 'Jalal?'

'That's it?' he blurted 'You wanted to feel me... as in, you wanted to feel the surgery scar?'

He waited for her to respond otherwise. Waited for her to read the bewilderment in his eyes and make a guess. Waited for her to recognize the sort of chemistry she'd stirred on and abruptly stopped midway. Waited to see if she'd confess to feeling some sparks too - seeing how he'd just been struck by a million bolts, only to be left high and dry.

But, alas! She remained confused as ever - by whatever it was that was supposed to be going on 'Y... yes... why? What did youuu th... think?'

'Woah!' his brows raised in alarm, as the agape boyfriend eventually came to terms with the not-so-uplifting reality 'So, THAT is what this unbuttoning was all about? Medical concern?' And here he was, imagining all sorts of impassioned scenarios based on the manner in which she'd come onto him. Based on the factor that this was supposed to be their 'first date' after six months. And most importantly, based on an assumption that she'd be in tune with how they used to be as a couple!

Well, it turned out he was assuming wrongly.

Flabbergasted, Jalal gradually returned to his seat - and directed his attention to the front instead. It was somehow less painful to watch an innate steering wheel than it was to watch HIS Jo being unable to read the messages in his eyes.

Any other instance and he'd have just taken the bizarre events in stride, picked up from where they'd left and reset the mess with a laugh. But, not today. He just didn't feel like it. Oh yeah yeah, he knew that she hadn't rejected him. Still, he couldn't help feeling disappointed! And feeling like an idiot too! Ouch Ouch!

'Jalal!' she gently tapped his shoulder 'Wh... what happpened? I... I am sorry if...'

'Sorry? Kyun?' he asked, hoping he didn't sound 'low' - though he was aware he wasn't doing a good job of faking it

'Youuu ARE in pppain, aren't youuu?' she speculated, growing increasingly perturbed by his reactions

'Huh?' having to put aside his dilemmas for a second, he dismissed the query soon after 'Pain? N... no... I'm in no pain...'

'But, he'd gasped!' the girlfriend was stumped. Or was it because he was trying to get romantic? But, romantic? Out here? 'No...must be the pain' dispelling that line of thought, she persisted aloud 'Buttt... youuu gassped in ppain when I touchched youuu...'

He turned to face her. Once more. Confounded by what to make of this 'odd' conversation they were having. Confounded that she still didn't understand 'I didn't gasp because I was in pain...I gasped because...' he stopped. Well, how was he supposed to explain? Whip out his mobile and show her the dictionary meanings of 'passion' and 'urges'?

'Are youuu angrrry, Jalal? With meee? Have I... I done sssomething wrrong?'

'N... no...' he kneaded his forehead, as he sought to deal with the situation 'You haven't done anything wrong...' well yes, he WAS frustrated. Not with her - since she didn't even know what she'd done. But he was frustrated. Maybe with fate for playing such not-nice jokes on him every now and again!

'Youuu're never like th...this... are youuu t... tensed becaussse it's 8 pm?'

'Kyaa?' he looked up. With a flustered chuckle - wondering what this new 8 pm theory had to do with all this 'So what if it's 8?'

'Becaussse by this t...time every evening, youuu ssstart worrying about workload at office next day...'

'Oh Jodha!' he shut his eyes for a while. And looked away. Outside the window. As it is, getting a hold of his bruised-ego was taking a toll on his patience. Getting a hold of his bruised-ego AND answering her not-so-relevant doubts was taking a much bigger toll on his patience 'I don't come on a date with you to think about my workload... anyway, I'll be fine... soon...' his pitch subconsciously morphed into a grumble 'All I need is a 'cold shower' after I get home!'

'A c...cold ssshower? So youuur ssshoulder is pppaining then?' she pressed on 'Or is it becaussse of the garrrmi outssside...'

'Nooo' a small scream went off in his head. This can't be happening. No. No. No.

Regardless. It wasn't going to be easy explaining what the 'other' meaning of a cold-shower meant - especially, in his current state-of-mind. So, he just played along with the miscommunication 'Yeah... I want a cold shower because of the Hyderabadi garmi!'

'Jalal' she spoke up, once a short while of nothingness had transpired between the two 'Let'sss go home...'

'What!' he cocked his head in surprise - this date was going more pear-shaped that he'd presumed 'Why? But, we just came...'

'I... I'm having a head... a headache...'

'Oh!' he exhaled slowly, compelled to muse on her words 'Headache?' Maybe then, it was better to do as she suggested. She needed her rest. And if it was going to take a little more time for him to unreel from this mood-swing he was unintentionally caught up in, he didn't want to end up taking any of it out on her 'Fine...' he ultimately nodded and re-started the car 'Let's go...at least we managed to get a bit of fresh air today!'

'My ssseatbelt...' she reminded him

'Oh yeah...' he hurled her a distracted smile

As he helped pull out the restraint and buckle it up for her, she watched him in silence. Closely. Heavy-heartedly, but stoically.

Jodha had lied. Neither did she have a headache, nor was she ready to leave. Yes, her human-insight and common-senses were not at their perceptive-best yet. But, she was no 'child' either.

While she couldn't reason precisely why, she could infer that something was troubling her man. While she didn't know what it was, she knew it was something she had or hadn't done! And her questions seemed to be making it worse for him!

Unable to be a passive witness to his stressed-out self and incapable of helping him out, she opted for the only other sensible option.

To give her guy some space that evening!

MUHAMMED HOUSEHOLD - JALAL'S BEDROOM

Twirling the glass in between his fingers, he stared at the hundreds of patterns the crystal was making on the final droplets of whiskey within 'Hundreds of patterns?' he laughed. That was nothing - his life was infinitely more complicated! Hurling another peek at the mobile snapshot he'd just opened - a selfie taken ages ago - he analysed the happy faces in the picture.

It was a sexy 'private moment' between the two - one of many when they'd been actively dating, of course!

Having sneaked up from behind, Jodha had whispered a husky 'Hey handsome!' into his ears before she'd begun tickling him with her nose. And he'd clicked the precious photo!

Closing the screen thereafter, he moved the instrument aside.

Like he'd guessed, a shower had helped. Somewhat. It'd physically relieved a bit of that pent-up unrequited love. But it hadn't changed anything emotionally.

No no, all this sulking wasn't the result of an un-finished make out session or because his girl couldn't understand the meaning of a few 'A' jokes he'd cracked. It was because the evening had turned out to become a stark reminder of so many bigger issues.

Of how his Jodha was with him, but there was still a big part of her amiss.

True, he had no doubts about their love for each other. True, he felt guilty for delving on the past. But he was missing his old Jo today. Especially since the date had unfortunately hinted at how much ONE aspect of their relationship had changed. Well, he was only human. How was he just supposed to forget the sassy, witty, zesty, self-confident, perceptive, passionate no-nonsense girl he'd met and fallen for? How was he supposed to overlook the fact that the girl who once had no qualms expressing how wildly attracted she was to him, didn't even know he was pining for that kind of attention now?

Brain injury tampered with someone's personality so much - who knew?

The doctors could predict when she'd be able to speak normally again. When she'd be able to walk normally again. When her twitches and spasms would go away. But, who could tell him when he'd get the old Jodha back - if ever? How was he supposed to rehabilitate the spunk and spirit in her? How should he reinstate traits that are meant to be inbuilt - like zeal? And desire? And intensity? How must he bring back that missing spark? Teach her about the spontaneous caught-up-in-the-moment kinda love they used to share - especially when there was no instruction manual to help him out?

'Damn!' he cursed his fate. And the stalker. And God. And the Universe - for taking away all those qualities away from his love. For taking a part of his girl away from him 'Damn!' he swore again, before downing the last peg.

But swear all he may, drink all he may, this pity party was going to lead nowhere - and he knew it 'Just buck up Jalal...' he told himself, after wallowing in dilemmas for a spell. After all, even with these small hiccups his life was blessed - with a MAJOR comforting aspect. Passionate or not, he was infinitely grateful that his Ms. Singh - his love - was with him. Alive. Here. Today. End of story 'Maybe today's just an off-day! You'll be fine tomorrow...'

THE SINGH HOUSEHOLD - JODHA'S BEDROOM

'He's never been like this... he frankly tells me what he feels... fir, why didn't he do so today? Is it because he didn't want to hurt me?' the fingers on her right hand had begun twitching more than ever, so she briefly exercised her palms to keep the fidgeting in check 'Shyea! Why can't I think like I used to... why do I feel dumber now? Is it because my brain's still healing? Or have I really become dumber?'

Resting her elbows upon the dressing table, she buried her forehead in her palms as she battled her self-doubts. It'd been more than half an hour and she'd tried recollecting the chain of events a million times. For her own sanity, if nothing else. But grasping the subtleties of the delicate situation somehow seemed to be beyond the realm of her understanding now. Every instance that she'd gone over their exchanges, she felt like she was overlooking something. Only, she didn't quite know what it was 'I just wanted to check on his surgery scar...I was curious and anxious since I never had the opportunity to do so at the hospital or at my place...' she paused - deep in thought 'He gasped the minute I touched his wounds...said it's been so long...and then...when I depicted my concern, he suddenly withdrew...into a shell or something. What did I see or didn't see? What did I say or didn't say?' feeling deflated at being unable to come up with an appropriate answer, the flustered girlfriend eventually shut her eyes 'God! Was he expecting me to get romantic? To give him a tight hug? How am I supposed to do that in case I ended up hurting him even more? I asked him what'd happened... but, that only made him more upset!'

After a minute of achieving nothing productive, she opened her eyes and observed the sad face in the mirror 'Dath! Anymore brain-storming and my headache really is going to come back with a vengeance... fir bhi... how can I sleep knowing he's upset about something I did?' her sad expressions transformed into a sadder pout 'Fine... instead of battling to understand what I obviously can't, let me concentrate on an easier way out... what CAN I do that'll make him happy? Think Jo think...' and she literally did that - reflected back upon all the bits of their conversations that she could - in case there was something she'd missed 'Oh y... yesss!' her gloomy eyes abruptly lit up a few seconds thereafter 'He was REALLY happy when I was showing off... confidently flashing my nail polish and lip gloss and all... he'd wanted to capture that moment with a picture and as usual my reservations had cropped up...' she exhaled long and hard 'Silly silly me! After all, this is JALAL! My Jalal! He sees this funny chehra everyday... why, he's even seen me at my worst... what difference is a photo going to make? No wonder he was disappointed ... kitna try karega bichaaraa!' she unhappily shook her head in disdain at the lady in the mirror - rather, the vision of what appeared like a very insecure lady 'He doesss EVERYTHTHIN to make youuu f...feel nice na... couldn't youu have let him have ththis one p...pleasure? Waissse... it's ssstill not too late...'

She cast a quick glance at her hands. They were getting too shaky now. There was no way she was going to be able to retouch her make up - forget taking a still photo of herself. Then, it struck her 'Bhabhi my saviour!!!' hurriedly moving aside the dresser stool, she grabbed the table and stood up. Holding onto whatever form of support and furniture she could, a determined Jodha fumbled across the bedroom in search of her friend 'B...bhabhiii! Ek second pleassse...'

The excited girlfriend was on a 'secret' mission now, hoping her latest decision would achieve what her dulled-down senses couldn't - set the situation right! Hoping the gesture would uplift her man's low-spirits.

And how right was she! Because this adorable decision of hers was going to work like magic! After all, a timely five minute earnest gesture was capable of expressing more than a five thousand words of love, wasn't it?

MUHAMMED HOUSEHOLD - JALAL'S BEDROOM

'Maybe today's just an off-day! You'll be fine tomorrow...'

Just then, a message 'beep' went off on his mobile. Though in two minds whether to check or not, he ultimately decided to go with his instincts and opened it.

The sms was from her. It'd come with a MMS attachment too 'Jo?' he couldn't wait to open it

'U were a bit upset. N u wanted this, right? So, something to cheer u up - with sum help from Bhabhi, of course!'

It was a photo of herself. Dressed pretty. Sitting pretty. Smiling. No giggling. Literally modelling for the photo

'Here let me take a photo of you...I wanna capture this giggly rockstar!'

After being dumbstruck for a second, the ecstatic boyfriend laughed out loud. Emotional and euphoric. He studied the photo again and again - his heart melting further with every glimpse 'You amazing woman!'

She didn't know what'd made him upset, so she was doing what she could to make him happy. Overcome her reservations to take the first UPBEAT picture of herself in six months. For his sake! Yes, her eyes still lacked the flirty look and the smiles her old-mischief. But just because she looked more 'angel' than 'sexy' now didn't make her any less of a fighter, did it?

'Wow' not knowing how to deal with this happiness that'd rocketed him from 0-100 in knot seconds, he ruffled his hair over and over. Like an excited twelve year old who'd unexpectedly received the best gift of his life.

The events might have made her lose confidence in her own self. But somehow she never gave up on him! It reminded him of the one trait about her - in fact, the first trait about her that he'd fallen for. This never-give-up attitude. And nothing had been able to take away THIS quality from Miss Jodha Singh.

'I know I'm a bit drunk... but...' he caressed the lovely face smiling at him from the screen 'F**k combustible spontaneous electrifying magnetic love... THIS is the real deal! This is the closest to bliss one can feel!'

And he replied with a sms that summed it all

'I Love you just as much, rockstar!'
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If this made for a worthwhile read, please don't forget to hit like/leave a comment if time permits... it really does help the writer in me to keep going 😳

Edited by lashy - 10 years ago
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A NOTE OF THANKS

We are reaching the end of this story (61 parts - after nearly a year of starting😲!) but my message still remains the same it was on day 1 😳

That I love you ALL loads for the support you've given this story!
I owe it to all of your for your likes, messages and comments! 🤗
And Banjaras - you rock!🤗


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Originally posted by: agun

Loved loved loved the chapter Lashy. Was in tears at most places seeing Jodhas condition...the fireband that she was and what she has become. Hopefully she will come out of it with Jalal's help.
Thanks dear and sorry for the late reply... I realize the last one was an emotional chapter...🤗
What can I say about Jalal...since reading your FF, I am yet to find a person in real life and fiction, a person as adorable as this. He is on the verge of dethroning my all time favourite "Mr. Darcy"...and I was a fan of him since I was 13 😊.
I don't think you saw me, but I was doing a jiggy dance when I read the above.. NJAPA Jalal replacing MR.Darcy is not to be taken lightly 😆

I cannot wait to see the old Jalal and Jodha back...please bring them back to all their former glory before ending the story.
Yes... they will...

Hope you are doing well..also thanks for the the PM. I have very little time to spend on myself these days and hence cannot visit the forum and keep track.
I understand dear.. and yet, you find the time to drop in a few words whenever you can.. that's commendable.. 😳
Thanks again for such a beautiful story...take care
thanks for the support dearie.. means a lot 🤗

Edited by lashy - 10 years ago
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Originally posted by: sam_0506

How are you doing Sam?😊
Lash,

I read and re-read and re-re-read the two parts. No three. I'd missed three. I actually had tears in my eyes at the last one. Undoubtedly part 56 is the most ferocious one and part 57 is the most heart breaking one. But for me part 58, "the long road to recovery", was the totally sentimental one.

Awww... here, let me give you the biggest of hugs 🤗 and thanks for letting me know how you felt for the three chapters you'd read..

I have experienced how difficult it is to get back to life post such trauma. Not like this, but mom of one of my friends had to undergo something similar due to medical complications. Thankfully she recovered. But the process was painful. It is painful for that person, no doubt. But more heart wrenching for the near ones. They have to see the struggle. They have to see and help the shadow of a person, they know (know what he/she is capable of) to find their feet.

Since you've seen it first hand you must be knowing how it felt... and after reading all these real life stories etc before writing this, I must give it to those families who help the patients recuperate from the ordeal!

My friend's mom had to be taught to eat, walk, read, write everything all over again. The process is trying re. After meeting her, I used to have sleepless nights. They say old age is a second childhood. But nobody expects something like this re. I can't explain it.

No you don't have to.. I've understood.. 🥺

Our once vibrant Jodha, has been pushed to a state of a "patient". But she has the support of her family, her friends but most n most her man. Jalal is her Rock of Gibraltar. You see, never once he's treated her as a patient. He's coddling her but not embarrassing her.

Beautifully said... he's coddling her but not embarrassing her...

forget Jodha, can Jalal actually embarrass anyone (other than his enemies, of course!😉)

That creep of a professor needs to be punished severely. In Indian culture, teacher-student relationship is something like a father-child one. This excuse for a man reduced that precious relationship to the state of a lust driven crazed obsession. I generally do not use swear words. But I was using the vilest of them (in my mind of course 😛) when I was reading it.

yes yes... you're entitled to! 😛

But Jalal has again won me over Lash. This man is for keeps. And most certainly he's fictitious. I don't think the Almighty has created somebody like him yet. But if He reads your story, who knows, the production might come along soon. 😆

May your words come true then! 😆

Btw, I seriously think you gotta make this a 65 part one and not conclude in 60. Trust me, this is not a fan talking. But at 60, there is hardly any space left for you to wind up properly, giving them their due. Don't short change your readers.. 😊

Love you..

Trust me, I am not out to shortchange my readers sweetie.. but it's tough na.. tough to keep up! 😆 actually I can't believe I've accomplished this feat.. it's taken a year and numerous hours... I'm generally one who can't stick to a hobby for beyond 3 months.. don't know what kept me going here..no wait I do.. it was the readers! 🤗

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Originally posted by: cosmosandme

I read it about 4-5 days ago from mobile and my laptop wasn't working then, finally it's working well now. sorry for being late.now coming to the update...
Yayyy jigu's here
do you write something less than outstanding ever !!!,
☺️ OMG what an opening statement...
Each part of NJAPA gives tough competition to the other ones. this was a real heart warming one. jalal has been so patient throughout, how much deep in love this man can be !
Very very deep... mariana Trench deep maybe 😉
i loved it when jodha was about to say a secret ,he assumed it to something naughty. aww... poor boy.
Then, you should read this one! 😆 Bichaaraa poora hawaa nikal gayaa!
their friends are gems. very desirable. love the fact that they help making everything seem so normal. they remind me of friends series' characters at times, and that make me love them even more. ⭐️
Yes and who can forget the Lisa Kudrow you've been hanging onto for months now? 😆 But.. awww yes they're gems!
jo gonna make jalal complete is wonderful, through him she wants her dreams fulfilled, everything that they do for each other and wish, makes me dreamy and believe that real love does exist. they really bring purest emotions deep inside out.

jalal still reads to her is great. and jo's gift was best of all, she spoke jalal without stuttering. 😳
Simple yet stoic! 😊
the last part was cute when jo's bro realized that it's the time to hand over jo's hand to jalal. i'm assuming next part would be their marriage.
Again, read this chapter 😉😆
they made impossible possible. wasn't possible without professor.
Yes.. stalker ki jai! 😆
hehe. jo is so lenient towards him, but that's her nature. but i' m glad jalal is tough. and jo didn't oppose his stance much.
No she didn't oppose him... but, she's less-vindictive than more-lenient I'd say.. 😊
the funniest part was when jo said about her meeting, (date would be too mainstream :P)with rishabh, it wasn't very funny. but i love that part and jo's whole attitude, it still makes me laugh when i imagine jo finishing the halwa and rishabh leaving with angry face. jo is coolest in that part. 😆 Yes she is!
and... and ... and ... nancy changed her username to NAJAP_addict :D that's wow.
lashy you are a hit. loads of love. waiting for all next parts, would love it if those all parts have sub parts. 😃
Thanchoo so much jigu.. even now whenever I see your like it brings a smile to my face and brings back some lovely memories!
Love you loads re 🤗

Edited by lashy - 10 years ago
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Originally posted by: J2lover

First of all a BIG SORRY didu...for being soo late in commenting!!! Was too busy!!!😭😭
Don't cry darling... I have been so late in replying this time too - but I did read it ages ago and many times over.. only got the time now 🤗
But as i alwayss say...i can't get away frm commenting here!!😳😳 Ab aadat si ban gayi hai!!😳😳 N..knowing that nw its just for LAST THREE updates...makes me to pour my heart in these last comments!!😭😭
Awww 😭

Okk...enough of rona nw...gotta save some tears after last update too!!!!😆😆
Ayooo 😆 ok...
The update was asusal wonderful didu!!! 😳😳Soo soo glad...that things are getting better..n for GOOD!!😳😳! My PRINCE CHARMING.❤️...continues to be THE PERFECT BOYFRIEND N PERFECT WOULD BE HUBBY!!! ☺️☺️...He's a gem of a person!!!😳😳! On this long journey of recovery n getting back to normalacy... HE has held HER hand in such a way that she would never search for him for support if she stubbles...as he would NEVER even let her STUBBLE😃😃..or let her fall in this path.😳😳..he would walk with her...rather being behind her!!!!😃😃
How beautifully have you said it dear... yes he is a 'dream' guy...
I wonder such people really do exsist in this world??!!😊😊...by chance if any...i would like to meet one!!! It would be my honour for sure!!! Now d tit-bits i loved...😳😳
As I tell Neetz... don't search for a Jalal out there in the world..search for a Jalal in the guy you find... and life will be much better.. 😳 even if there are not guys with all 10 qualities of his, there will be guys with 8 of those 10 qualities...

1) the gift SHE gave HIM!! How delighted jalal was hearing his name frm d most spl. Person in his life!!😳😳
Yes! 😳 it's a big thing na.. his name is the first one she said..
2) Jo's story-telling...the evergreen cameo of rishab raghuvanshi in her life!!! Well...i do miss him didu...bring him in the last part at THEIR marriage!!😆😆
What!!! 😆
3) the choclate n fudge cake...how smart is our jalal!!! He doesn't leave a single chance to xpress his IMMENSE love his LOVE!!😉😉
Smart tho woh hai! 😉
4) THE birthday party!! That was my most favourite part!! The main reason... Undoubtly..the group was TOGETHER!! How i missed them being 2gethr!!! I was overwhelmed y this part yrr!! Jst loved it!!.👏
Awww they're an adorable bunch.. 😆 we all should have a group like this.. it's fun!
Also the blooper at d end was worth...how jalal wished of some naughty secret text frm his would be wify.😉😉...alas!! It just turned out to be a subtle enquiry!!! Guess he has to w8 sometym more for this HAPPINESS!!😉
(hope you read this chapter) And yes he has to wait for it.. but not too long.. not too long sweetie... your girl will be back with you
5) n last bt not d least...bade bhaiyaa's state of mind!! I thnk this condition is of evry elder brother at a certain point of tym!!! ...How hard it must for HIM..to jst give away his precious little sister..his bundle of joy...who was his responsibility...his all tym teasing member😆😆...his irritater...😉😉 but still his... companion since childhood😃😃 ...to some1 else one fine day!🥱🥱! Uff..how i hate this tradition!!!😡😡
Can't be helped na... part and parcel of most societies in this world 😭

I jst didn't get one thng didu...i had nevr heard of a post - coma patient having difficulty in speaking!!!! Would lyk to knw abt. It!!!😲😲
Simple.. the brain controls everything in the body... when it gets affected by a hard/blunt trauma it will affect the rest of the body (like speech/language/learning/walking etc) Patients who slip into coma because of metabolic reasons etc can come out quite normal.. but if the head's been affected then chances are greater for this sort of aftermath! Also the longer a patient is in a coma, the longer the recovery time...
I've attached an article below in case you're interested
Traumatic Brain Injury
Traumatic brain injury. Crushed pelvis. Seventy (70!) days in a coma. John Keller may have survived the horrific motorcycle accident that derailed his life, but his fight for life had just begun.
After 14 surgeries and 344 days in the hospital, John Keller was released to go home"but life was anything but normal for the 34-year-old.
John says that, more than a year after his accident, his traumatic brain injury left him so impaired that, "I could meet somebody and forget their name in 30 seconds." His vision, speech and ability to think were also impacted.

"John went into the hospital on a gurney, in a coma, and we're so thankful that he walked out. But what do you do after they walk out? John had come to a certain level in his understanding, his functions and his speech, but he needed to go further."

More than a year after his debilitating TBI, John experienced a dramatic turnaround through brain training and the differences are truly remarkable.
His dad summed up the life-changing improvements John experienced after brain training "He can see better, he can hear better, he can talk better, he can think better, and he is better,"
As we've spoken to people who have their children, their husbands come out from a traumatic brain injury, what do you do next to get them to the next level? I really believe that the answer is LearningRx."
Anywayzz...thnxx for another amazing update didu!!!😳😳 W88ng for nxt one eargerly..love you for this!!!🤗🤗
Thanks so much dearie... thanks a lot!🤗

Edited by lashy - 10 years ago
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Originally posted by: ...Anushka...

Okay Okay... I know I made you proud by unressing today.. 😆 first of all... a biggg sorry for being this late.. but i guess you already knew the reason, I was having a paper today.. which went FAB!! Totally FAB! *does Jinga Lala Hu Hu*
You were late tho main mahaa late thee reply karne mein ..
Yayyy congo... for your paper! 🤗
Accha, now coming to this update. my personal favorite and the very first line of the update

'Want me to update you on a few more interesting developments now?' I so love this line.. Jalal IS trying so hard to life her spirits, to bring her back to her old self.. I so love this Jalal!🤗

Yes he is! 😳

The fact that they both had set up their sign language to communicate was overwhelming di..!👏 How can, just how CAN someone love another person so deeply? I fail to understand..😳 I mean... di does true love exist? I mean, sach mein? In real lives.. in today's world.. may be not.. but let's forget that for a while😳'

Awww... chal jo bhi ho.. you loved the sign language and that's what matters!

Hmmm...' he chuckled 'You mean interesting developments jaise how Meera and Renu have become pretty thick pals lately?'- Are you serious? Renu and Meera? RENU AND MEERA? That was what I would call- unbelievable..!😲😲😆 But umm yea.. unbelievable for the good, I suppose!😉 I mean, the gang would be so much fun with Renu and Meera being friends..

And they were na...? 😛

How I loved that Jodha wanted to apologize to Abdul, Payal and Maan.. Even if they aren't showing it, deep down they must be hurt naa.. that their friend suspected them!

Yes they must be...😊 but they'll know that Jodha is a good person by nature too...

The next thing I loved- 'And one more interesting development... your brothers call me by name... your parents address me as beta! Quite a twist, ain't it?'OMG! I can't believe this! I mean seriously! If Renu-Meera becoming friends was a shock for me, then THIS is way more than a shock yrrr!👏👏👏 I mean, wow yrr wow!😃

Yes... but it was more of an 'expected' shock na? 😉

Their moments.. I mean I feel like no words would suffice to express the divine and pure love they felt for each other.. I can't even say a thing in that regard... my eyes get moist thinking of them..😭

And then their poignant conversation steered to the stalker aka creep aka cheapster!😡😡🤬 Okay, Jodha didn't know a thing about him so it's alright.. but Jalal's rage was acceptable too.. I mean, that creep had nearly KILLED him, sent HIS girl into coma, shattered HER dream of pursuing MBA.. how could he be all calm and all when talking about that creep, hun?

He's right di.. He would be compelled to revisit those dark chapters of his life at least until justice is done.. and that, as it is India, would take a good while to happen😆

Very well said... it's going to take its own sweet time! 😆 Jalal's anger is justified...

you know di.. sometimes I'm amazed and marveled at your skill,at your skill of expressing emotions like a pro, I mean- you just KNOW how to tug at the reader's heart strings.. you know how to make them laugh, pray, cry, hate, love.. you know everything.. HOW?😲
Huh? 😲
'Arre trust me... I would have thrashed him for teasing my girl..' MY Girl? Now what should I say.. ahem ahem😉 And the big thing IS, that her parents didn't object!
Do they even have the face to object - after all they said about him.. their girl and family is safe thanks to him ⭐️
The gang! Yeah!⭐️ How could I end my comment before mentioning them? You know lashy di, I was itching to type out about this-'These are all decent sasur-jamai jokes...' he rubbed his hands in glee 'For shaadi ke baad, I have a totally separate ISPECHIAL stock...'Abdul, can you pleej forward those Ispechial jokes, hun?😉😆 I would luuurve to go through them!😳
😆 I'll ask him to
My bhukkad Abdul, drama queen Renu, Teasing Meera.. hayee.. purrrfect friends!❤️ And Jalal's reaction... better not start with those jokes NOW... gaawd!🤣 Jalal's flustered.. and the group is having fun at his cost!😆

'Exactly!' Abdul folded his palms into a namaste - as though depicting respect 'With aashirwaad of auntyji... and uncleji... and bade bhaiyaa!' I so loved it.. Bade bhaiyaa.. somehow it made me chuckle...😆and another line which I loved like hell-

'My master...' his voice sounded electronic 'Worry not about disappointing them. You have completed Mission Impossible successfully. You have impressed your in-laws 100%. There is absolutely NOTHING more you can do to impress them! Any further!' I so agree with you here Abdul!👏😆 Jalal, you've already impressed them dear😉

🤣 Awww I'm glad I could make you smile..

The bade bhaiyaa realization.. what should I say? Forgetting all that happened in the past, if I look at this para alone, then it sure will make me cry.. and it did.

Yes... like a bidaai of sorts, na?

I mean, it isn't gonna be easy for a man like him- for who Jodha was HIS child, to give away her to someone whom he hadn't even trusted a few months ago.. It would be so painful, I could only imagine..😭 But you gave full justice to it through your words, expressing every emotion and feeling precisely.. and I confess that I Love You Lashy di!🤗

I confess that I love you choti 🤗

Love you.. thanks for a story that redefined love, that made us cry, laugh,pray,hope,love,hate.. This story is THE Best!👏

Love you loads and sorry for the late reply.. but I've read it many times over 😉

Edited by lashy - 10 years ago

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