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"but today's our wedding night" said jodha trying to wake him up

"so..?"

"then y..you, i m..mean, how...can you?" asked jodha finding words to explain him.

"celebrate your wedding night all by yourself" snapped jalal and turned off the light.

"me..alone?" asked jodha.

"yeahh!" said jalal and covered his face with the quilt while jodha was just looking at him.

||Chapter 22||

Jodha looked at jalal for the last time and then went to the wash room.

"wow!! she went!!!" muttered jalal and then again covered his face irritatingly, he thought that she would manofy him, but alas! his bride was slightly different from others.

While on the other side, jodha was in the wash-room for an hour now, looking at herself in the mirror.

"is it looking nice!" she asked herself, trying to pull the fabric down, the same pink chemise, which rishika gifted her.

"kanha, bacha lena bachi ko" sending a quick prayer to god, she opened the door, clutching the fabric as tightly as possible.

****

Girl you're my passion
You got me so addicted
Girl you're my passion
You got me so... addicted

Jalal lifted the quilt off his face, as soon as he heard the lyrics of the songs, he glanced at the speakers placed in his room, music was not that loud, it couldn't go out from their room, but again, where was jodha? he glanced all over the room but she was not there, and then the bathroom door clicked open, and there she was standing in her new avatar, wearing a pink chemise with silk drawers beneath her loosely tied dressing gown.

"jodha!" he called her name, as jodha walked towards him still holding her overcoat, she was a little scared, he could see it well in her eyes.

"you don't need to do this" he looked at her eyes, she was a little nervous, excited, scared, and what not, her mixed up feelings... he reached forward, using his elbow to prop himself up, taking her hands gently in his, and pulled her a little close, he was close to her, very close, so close that if anyone walked in right now then it would be the cells for sure.

"i meant it , you don't need to do this, take your time" said jalal as he kissed her lightly but then it was jodha who straddle him before pushing him back down on the bed.

"no more time" whispered jodha, cupping his cheeks,arms sliding around his neck.

No matter if we get caught in the rain
I know our love won't wash away
Storm or hurricane*
our love will find a way
I wanna see the sunset in your eyes
Lying next to you every single night
Wanna be the reason that you smile
Baby go with me, it's ride on tide

"you sure?" asked jalal, while she further reached down , pressing her lips to his, taking his face in her hands. "shut up and let me seduce you" said jodha, holding him tight while jalal just chuckled at her, his head descended towards her and she leaned upwards to meet his kiss, more passionate, her brain went into overdrive and short circuited, putting her hand to the back of his head, feeling his soft blond locks on the backs of her fingers.

Mohabbat barsa dena tu, sawan aaya hai
Tere aur mere milne ka, mausam aaya hai
Sabse chhupa ke tujhe seene se lagaana hai
Pyar mein tere hadd se guzar jaana hai
Itna pyar kisi pe, pehli baar aaya hai

It was raining outside, they looked at the window, watching the rain cascade down the glass ceiling ...that dark, beautifully mystical grey sky, the perfect accompaniment to the slow burn and glow of the fire in their bedroom, laying there beneath the covers of the sunken bed, a love pit, of blankets and furs...nothing can equal the simple, quite bliss of being together...moment by moment...in his arms, nothing else, nothing pulled her mind...nothing swaying her from being present in every moment...alive with him in his arms...completion.

Kyun ek pal ki bhi judaai sahi jaaye na
Kyun har subah tu meri sanson me samaye na
Aaja na tu mere paas, dungi itna pyar main
Kitni raat guzaari hai, tere intezar mein

"I love when you look at me like you are right now" he said, as he pulls away... his nose brushes against her, making her to close her eyes and rub her nose against his. Her head tilted back, letting her eyes close...he loved her and more than that she loved him back, what she felt for him was powerful, scary, amazing. Her hands found the button of his shirt, slowly unbuttoning them. When the shirt draped open, her hands brushed across the muscles, fingertips traced each contour, raising up some, her lips brushing along his chest softly. He loves her, and he'd die for her, he would probably do anything she wanted him to do, and then some. She sighed as his lips traced her jawline, his touch on her skin sent shivers up to her.

Kaise bataaun jazbaat ye mere
Maine khud se bhi zyaada tujhe chaaha hai
Sab kuch chhod ke aana tu, sawan aaya hai
Tere aur mere milne ka, mausam aaya hai

The warmth of their bodies, skin to skin...the scent of her...her hairs in which he had his face buried...the perfect sensation of him lying so close to her...as if a part of her...surrounded by her, kissing at the base of her neck, she closed her eyes, as his fingers aimlessly wander across her vulnerable exposed neck, awaiting for his arrival to run his fingers through her locks, pulling her closer, exchanging a passionate kiss, beyond her control.

Sabse chhupa ke tujhe seene se lagana hai
Pyar mein tere hadd se guzar jaana hai
Itna pyar kisi pe, pehli baar aaya hai

Her hands pushed his shirt down his shoulders, chocolate eyes gazed into his, smiling up at him, one of her hands moves to his cheek, fingertips brushing along to his jaw to his lips, tracing them softly "i love you" she whispered, her eyes went to his lips, then back to his eyes, she kissed him...putting everything, she had into it. His kisses become more and more passionate, more demanding. He shook of his shirt and tossed it aside, "i love you too" he spoke back to her, kissing her fingertips, he took her overcoat off her body. He really did love this woman, he felt whole with her beside him and empty with her gone. His kiss enveloped lips and her bones turned to liquid as his hands pulled down the straps of her dress, sensuously moving his fingers on her bare shoulder, pulling down the silk chemisette, wrapping his arms around her lower waist

Girl you're my passion

You got me so addicted
Girl you're my passion
You got me so.. I will be there

Wanting to take his time and savor her, he molded his mouth to hers, exploring the soft, sensual contours of her lips. She trembled beneath him, he sank his fingers into the thick, silken, mass of her hair, his other hand banding around her waist, to draw her against the full length of his body, she leaned into him, her arms sliding up his chest to wrap around his neck, letting out a broken moan, the sound igniting his blood.

The tug came an instant later, the zipper of the silk fabric, the only cloth being lowered. Then ...a breadth of hot air against her spine, open-mouthed kisses along the skin bared by the parting whitish teeth.

Shivering, she arched for him, felt his fingers slip inside the cloth to the curve of her waist. The roughness of his skin was a shock, that made her moan. More kisses on the back before he removed his touch to tug down the straps. Instead of turning onto her back, she rose up a fraction and pulled the straps down off her arms, pushing the material to her arms,pushing the fabric to her waist.

A big, warm hand on her ribs, curving up to her bristols, a sharp thrill cascaded down her spine, delicious heat and wanton sensation erupted in its wake, then flowed, flooded, raced through her to pool low in her belly... not able to control the passion, she crushed her lips to his.

Wild, passionate, intense -- from the meeting of lips the kiss swept her away, far beyond rational thought. Her wits whirled into a maelstrom of delight, of heat and sensation, the epitome of temptation. She seized the moment and plunged it.

Into the heat, into the fire, into the searing wonder of kiss, her hands were trapped against his chest, she clung into the kiss, an equal participant, overwhelmed by sensation entirely by choice. Glorying, savoring and wanting more.

Eager, enthusiastic---demanding.

He drank in her response, sensed it to his bones, felt sensual anticipation grip and sink it's claws deep.

A fire that was similar, more intense, too intense, almost frightening in its power, unbidden his arms had tightened and gathered her in, hard against him. Trapping her soft form between him and the bed, holding her there, savoring how she, her curves and hollows, cradled his long frame.

Becoming short of breadth, they had to stop, so much easier said than done, drawing back from the exchange, their lips parted, the kiss ended, It took still more effort to lift his head, and not plunge back into it. He was breathing heavily, so was she. He looked down at her face, watched her lids rise...on eyes starry with awakened desire.

****

Ignoring her soft pleas, he continued on,becoming more eager, more ravenous, every stroke, every sudden curve driving her insane and pushing her closer and closer to the edge, the edge where she would explode with overwhelming pleasure, she breathed heavily, beads of sweat breaking out along her forehead. Her fingers clawed at the comforter as she unconsciously began to squirm. Feeling her toes curl, she dug her fingers deeper in the back skin of his muscles, her moans becoming louder and louder with each passing second. She threw her head back, letting out a loud cry of pleasure, her muscles going taunt, her limbs started to spasm, wriggling helplessly against the bed for a few seconds, her heart pounding loudly in her ears, her chest rising and falling rapidly as she fought to catch her breadth.

After a few moments of togetherness, cuddled to him, listening the sound of his heartbeat, she felt his cold hands tracing her spine upwards to the base of her head.

"jalal...no..not now" she made a last-gasp protest. but her hands of their own volition lifted to curve around his neck.

"i was hoping for the opposite" he chuckled, a deep throaty sound.

Her lips twitched with laughter, he was so dazzling...seductive, so very male, she thought helplessly, her chocolate eyes roaming avidly over every rippling muscle and sinew of his great body and she drew in a shaky breath and stretched out her arms to him.

"patience sona" he smiled - a slow, sensuous curl of his firm lips, and leaning over her, caught her hands in his, kissing her palms, and lifted them above her head.

"ja..jalal" she looked up at his taut handsome face, his night-black eyes, and every nerve in her body tightened in fierce anticipation, excitement sizzling through her.

"shhh" he said huskily and in one swift move flipped her on her stomach.

"why..?" she asked trying to push him up but he nuzzled the curve of her throat. The warmth of his breath, the subtle caress,she was weak and hot with longing to the exclusion of all else. He ran his hands up over her waist, kneading gently, then followed the indentation of her spine. She felt the rasping touch of his tongue between her shoulder blades as a strong hand slipped beneath her, settling low on her belly. She felt the the slide of his tongue down her spine and exquisite sensations quivered through her in an unstoppable tide, she writhed widely beneath him, abandoning herself to the incredible sensations roaring like a fire-storm of heat and desire through her body, giving her complete self to this mad passionate love. It's true, that sometimes we fall madly in love with someone but not for their looks, not for the way they walk, smile or laugh and not for the way they present themselves to us, we fall in love with them just the way they are...completely RAW. No matter how flawed, naive, weak, vulnerable or insane they are. But because there is a spark in their soul, a kind of fire, a kind of passion that is so similar to our own that we can't help but fall in love, that's how their love was...unpredictable...truly unpredictable, you will never know and you will be head over heals in love with a certain someone and give your complete self to this unpredictable love.

*****

Feeling a warm brightness on his face, jalal opened his eyes, sunlight was pouring in through the huge window, he looked at jodha, who was snuggled up onto his chest, nothing as succulent, nor quite so graceful, as this moment. He kissed her forehead, and then glanced at the clock, it was 7:30, he was late, very late.

"shit!" he cursed himself, he left jodha and covered her properly with the quilt, getting himself dressed in more appropriate garb, he headed out the door and to the gym.

"what..you are doing, here?" she asked, rubbing her eyes, coming to the gym. Jalal saw his lady love walking towards him, wrapped in a satin, black silk sheet, walking some how different from her usual self, may be because of the night! She went to him and hugged him up and there in his arms, she slept. Jalal carried her back to the bed, and made her sleep there.

After a refreshing bath, he came out of the bathroom and looked at jodha, she was still asleep, he tucked the strands behind her ear not wanting to disturb her sleep, but his moment got interrupted by the sound of rishika banging on the door.Knock...Knock...Knock.

"bhai!! is that you in there?"

"yeah!" he responded, not knowing who the hell else his sister thought it'd be.

"i know...then at-least open the door" she chuckled at her brother, still knocking the door.

"yea! speak" he responded opening the door a little, not allowing her to peek inside.

"where's jodha?" asked rishika, still trying to enter the room.

"what do you want?" he asked looking at jodha.

"dad is waiting for you both, it's already 8:30, so everyone is there at the dining table, come fast." after informing the details to her brother she left the place giving a teasing look to jalal.

"jodha...wake up!" he called her name, trying to wake her up.

"j..al..al...let me sleep, i fell asleep around 5...now don't disturb me" murmured jodha with her eyes closed.

"jodha" he called, tender and light, she hadn't woke up, so he repeated her name "jodha"

"hrmmm" she said abruptly , still half sleeping, but definitely cognizant of his voice.

Her eyes slowly opened and found his, "dad is waiting for us", he whispered.

"oh..cool...say good morning to him" she pressed her eyelids down, causing wrinkles to spread outwards from her lids to the corner of her eyes. She pouted sleepily sticking her soft fleshy lips out, which he found very cute and funny. It feels like this is the first truly honest moment they have shared so far.

Leaning in a few inches from her ear "we have to go there, everyone is waiting" he said softly, squeezing her waist to rouse her, as she stirred in protest.

She stretched and slowly turns to face him, her perfectly smooth skin and still sleepy dark brown eyes pulled him to her, demanding a kiss, which he compiled happily, the kiss was soft and warm but it didn't last long.

"hey...hey no freaky stuff in the morning" rishika had returned to call them again, and to her luck, the door was open, she peeked inside a little.

As he turned, slightly embarrassed by the comment, jodha sighed loudly, clearly annoyed by rishika's inopportune timing.

****

"uhh...finally they came" said veer, as jodha and jalal descended the stairs, holding their hands, defining a perfect couple. Attired in her new classic cream and green cotton brasso saree, she descended the stairway with jalal walking beside her, observing her each move, she watched each step carefully in order not to stumble on the way down and fall like a little kid. Her in-laws, combed and smiling was waiting for them.

"isn't my daughter-in-law the most exquisite thing?" praised hamida, jodha smiled to them and took her blessings.

"yes maa... you got the best daughter-in-law" saying this, she glanced at jalal who was busy staring her, "well" trying to break the stare, she continued to talk with other family members, as they all seated in their respective seats, sitting beside him, and there was a moment's uncomfortable silence as his eyes took a toll of her.

"well?" she whispered to him as the silence grew between them, painfully aware of her increased heartbeat and the flutter of the small pulse at her throat. "do i pass your inspection or not?" she asked playfully.

For a few seconds more he continued to stare at her, pinning her soft eyes, with their wealth of flaring, darkened lashes, with his own chocolate brown gaze, before saying softly "oh you pass it... and of-course with this saree which you wore with so much of trials, google, you-tube... but see finally you succeeded" as he completed his sentence, he saw her expressions...from her blush to frown and then to her red nose twitched with anger.

"huh!! but see i did it...how unromantic you are..." she retorted sharply..."you choose to misunderstand me" laughing softly at the rebellious gleam in her eyes..."noo...you are just a...a...a dirty dog"

"bhai what you did now?" asked rishika disturbing their talks, giving him the teasing smirk, to which he understood that she was indicating the morning incident.

"jodha...come with me" called hamida as she stood up and both of them went to kitchen for the necessary rituals to be done.

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