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CHAPTER 6

"You have to marry me.. You will marry me.. I can't lose you..." Jalal's voice broke as he endeavored to structure his words. Jodha's eyes softened at his state and gave him a What-Happened look. Jalal cupped her face and placed a kiss on her forehead. "I love you Jodha."

Jodha blinked twice, trying to register his words in her mind. Was he God damn kidding with her? All these months she had endured the twinge of loneliness, had to countenance the world that elevated their fingers at her child's legitimacy..Her character.. He had brutally trampled her self-esteem, her right of living with her head held high.. How could this man be in love with her? How could this brute love her? How would she consider him?

The tension in the air caused Jalal's stomach bond closely together. He saw Jodha's face turn from stunned to incredulity, to fury and lastly a grin. A grin with dripping mockery. Aab tumhari iss baat be hasu yah royu?' (Should I laugh or cry at your statement?)

Jalal had seen this approaching. Her wrath.. Her cynicism.. Her insults..Everything. But he was not going to let it go easily. His heart would unwind only after Jodha grants his apology and tie the knot with him.

Jalal unenthusiastically drew away from his ladylove. His hands immediately ached for her warm touch. Gulping a substantial amount of air, Jalal beamed compassionately Why would you want to hurt someone's sentiment, Jodha?' He spoke cautiously in order to push the enraged Jodha inside. Jodha wrinkled her nose in infuriation Sentime-' Jalal detained his hand in the air, stopping her in the middle of her sentence. I am not finished Jodha.' His eyes bored into her, his voice turned as cold as ice.

I marred you Jodha which makes me an awful person.. But would you want to hurt me back and become me? Are you wishing for that?' Jodha shrugged her shoulders, her mouth opened wide in distrust Why are you pushing all these over me?' she spanned away from Jalal more-speaking between gritted teeth but Jalal wholly overlooked her. Would you want our child to nurture up living as a...'Jalal stopped mid-sentenced.. I am not going to say the word but that would be the reality if you do not marry me..'

Jodha folded her hands thoughtfully and stood in silence. Jodha I don't want to be the bad guy in our story.. I want to be the good guy.. I want the baby-'

You can keep our child with you.'

She said OUR! So does that mean she forgave him that easily? He had deliberated in his mind that would take some months to convince Jodha. But maybe this was true love.

Jalal in exhilaration pulled Jodha in his warm embrace. I will arrange for our departure. Thank you.' his voice sounded chirpy and the excitement didn't lapse from his voice for a moment. Jodha spoke in a hushed way; it was as if she were not speaking at all.

I am not coming with you.. Its you and just the baby..'

A jolt of lightening hit Jalal, quaking every part of his body. She was giving her child up. She hadn't exonerated him! She was being a saint and giving up her child for him! How could he let it happen? His mind stumbled at the thought and a lucid picture of him and his child standing sullenly in a murky room began to emerge right in front of his eyes.

He and his child were deficient without their woman. Jalal would never take away the reason that had been keeping Jodha alive away from her. God forbid, but she might turn into a living corpse if such situation arises. He wanted his wife and son to live with him in the same roof as a united family. He would not let this happen. Not now, not ever in the future.

Jodha I think you have misinterpreted my words.. I meant the three of us.. You are also coming..' Jalal spoke with a composed voice.

Tears started ogling out of her eyes Four months from now and you can come and take aw-away...' Before Jodha could finish her sentence, Jalal slammed his cold lips on her tear-drenched lips.

She planked frozen, not knowing what to do next. Jalal whimpered Kiss me back' his hands ruffled in her hair. She smashed back in his mouth. This kiss was just not a kiss for passion but it was for placate. To let her know that he was there for her. Nothing could go erroneous with her when he was around. He would abscond no stone unturned to win back her confidence, but for that he required a prospect.

His tongue, professionally, stroked all the weak spots she had in her mouth making her desire for him. Jalal..' she moaned in contentment. Promptly, he picked her up in his arms and gaited towards the close to them. He vigilantly placed her in the middle of the bed; her hands never left his collar- it was as though he would leave her again if she let him go.

Jalal's copper eyes darkened and a storm of passion began to appear. So many months had passed of him making love to her! He had missed her too much. He would never let her go.

Jalal snuggled his nose in her hair, taking in the sugary odor. Jodha's lip parted in satisfaction. She wanted to feel him again, for the last time and then she would let him go. It was for her agitated body and mind she was enforced to this point. When Jalal came close to her, she knew she would overlook everything. And so she resoluted that she would do this for the last time to forget her pain for a while and feel Jalal, the love of her life.

Jalal entered her carefully, keeping in mind not to hurt her or the baby. He moved with a slow pace and Jodha seemed to enjoy it.

After their love making, slumber found Jodha and she found herself nuzzled in Jalal's bare masculine chest. Jalal, in return, lay wide-awake. It was as if sleep had broken its relationship with him. His mind wandered to Jodha and his future together.

Jalal stretched his hand beside him, only to find it cold and bare. Jodha had already disappeared from there. Where had she gone? His mind wrestled with unpleasant thoughts, which smashed its way through his brain. Speedily he flew from the bed to the bathroom- wearing his clothes in a flurry. If she dared to leave him once again, he would track her down and force her to marry him!

Dashing out of the room, Jalal's eyes surveyed the room thoroughly, but alas Jodha wasn't in the living room as well. Picking up his car keys, Jalal made his way to the main door, but then stopped hearing the cluttering sound that lead its way from the kitchen. His heart heaved a sigh of relief. She was right here! His hand swam into his overgrown copper hair. His nuzzled into his chest, his hands neatly adjusted the lapels of his shirt.

He walked past the living room and through the crack of the kitchen door, he peeped inside to see what his ladylove was up to. Her long hair was now tied up in a loose bun- strands of it fell on her forehead and some of it near her eyes. Her tummy ogling forward-her lips pressed together tightly as if she were trying something really hard. Her porcelain face had splashes of white flour all over it. Her hands and eyes occupied with making a perfect dough.

He remembered that Jodha never liked rotis. She was more a rice eating person. Jalal on the other hand had always eaten roti for breakfast. Right after Jodha had moved in with him, he had once wished to Jodha to make rotis for him. After taking the first delicious bite from his roti, Jodha started to make roti for her man specially.

He had calculated the possibility of her making it for him and when his calculation was done, he came up with the result that Jodha was making rotis for him! This was a step towards Jalal, towards the beautiful relation they had once shared. Slowly though, but she was coming back to him.

Jalal's chest suddenly filled up with immense pride and sheer amount of joy. In his excitement, Jalal's shoulder pushed the kitchen door, making Jodha alert of his presence there. Instantly her hands reached hair, tugging the strands behind her ears.

Before Jodha turned to look at him, Jalal shoved his hand inside the pockets of his pants casually and the other hand wrapped around his stomach area. His lips stretched into a tight smile and he spoke playfully I'm hungry. What in the world happened to your face?' He chuckled out loud after taking a glance at the traces of the flour on her face; he pulled up an act as though he had just set his foot in the kitchen.

In reflex, Jodha's hand reached her cheeks, her eyes wide. After a moment of pause she exclaimed Flour!' Her cheeks flushed red and her hand immediately reached for the towel that rested on the counter.

Taking urgent steps towards Jodha, Jalal snatched the towel from her I will do it.. Besides there are no mirrors here. I would be able to wipe it off quickly and more neatly.' Jodha did not have the strength to argue with him so she let him do I and anyways he would have won over here just like he did last night.

With exceeding amount of care, Jalal softly brushed the towel over her forehead- his eyes remain tangled with her pearl like eyes. His palm intentionally brushed with her already blushed cheeks, his fingers soothing the spot he just wiped. In this idealistic situation, Jodha's eyes shut tightly- even sensing the thawing eyes of his all over her face with the closed eyes. Open your eyes. I want to see them.' he said huskily, tentatively brushing his fingers over her eyes.

Clandestinely, her hands climbed up to Jalal's chest. Breathing heavily, she slowly opened her eyes, meeting with the intense copper eyes that stared back at her with passion. Her lips parted and she gasped for air. Jalal...' her voice sounded hypnotized. Jalal's finger pressed on her tender lips Ssshhh... Don't utter a word.' A shiver ran past her spine as Jalal uttered those words huskily.

Jalal's hands started to work all over her face, seamlessly, wiping the traces of white flour. Mmmhhh...' she squirmed at her own moan. Jalal you have to here me out.' Jalal opened his mouth to speak but Jodha shrugged her shoulders and her fingers clutched the shirt he wore.

She sighed I-I am ready to g-give you a chance.' her voice was filled with caution; her eyes stole glances with him to study his expressions. Jalal's eyes dance with joy. His eyes squealed with excitement, he was breathless.

His palms cupped the delicate silhouette of her face, his forehead pressed to hers. Thank you. Trust me I won't disappoint you this time.'

Chod do beta.. You don't need to do this' Maina implored, her face plastered with a smile. Jalal creased his nose Am I not your son, Aunty?' he grumbled. Seizing the bottle of oil in his firm hand, he poured a small amount of it in his palms. Let me do it aunty. Your legs will be better.' Maina protested with a sweet smile twitching on her lips Beta, this doesn't seem nice.' Without a word Jalal's professional fingers started to work with his could be mother-in-law's feet.

Maina hummed, her heart prayed a hushed prayer to God. Hay Bhagwan, please make his efforts pay. He is just perfect for my Jodha.'

They were both unaware of the fact that two pearl like eyes were frisking the whole scenario of the mother and son. A smile played upon her lips.

Pacing about the long hall of the hospital, Jalal glanced now and then at the doctor's closed cabin door. What is taking them so long?' Jalal grunted in annoyance. After about ten minutes, the doctor's assistant stepped out of the door Mr. Mohammad, you may come in now.'

Jalal heaved breathlessly and exclaimed Finally!' The assistant smiled at Jalal's urgency to meet his Jodha.

Jodha peeped from her lashes, watching Jalal taking place by the sit beside her bed. His hands intertwined with hers I am here.' Jalal watched the doctor smear the cold jelly over her tummy and then according to Jalal she started to move , a mike-like-instrument, over her tummy.

Soon enough, the room was filled with a steady heartbeat. The screen displayed of a tiny figure, huddling close together, forming a connection with its mother through the umbilical cord.

A smile erupted on Jodha's face as she stared at the monitor with tears in her eyes. Jalal's hand tightened around her, his awe-struck eyes glued to the screen. That's our baby Jodha!' Jalal exclaimed with a sheer amount of joy evident in her voice. Jodha nodded her head in acknowledgment Yes Jalal, our baby.'

Happy Birthday to you! Happy birthday to dear Jiju, Happy birthday to you!' Sukanya finished the song while Jalal stood there smiling sheepishly. He loved the fact that Sukanya had finally accepted him and that too she calls him Jeeju. Jalal's eye never abortive to capture the blush that stealthily colored Jodha's cheeks when her darling sister called him Jeeju.

Jodha with her mother stood near the corner of the table, clanged to each other, both of them acclimated with smiles stitched to their faces. Blow the candles!' Sukanya merrily spoke with her hands pressed to the wooden chair.

Running a hand into his copper hair, Jalal grinned in embarrassment. From the time his mother died, his birthdays seemed to be lonely ones. Of course a grand party was held every year to celebrate the prince's birthday but there never was the same feeling he had when his mother was alive. Everything seemed more artificial. Everyone there was obliged to attend the party, forced to smile and pull up an act of enjoying it because it was the prince's party at the end of the day! Jodha did bring in some drastic change on his birthdays. Let alone birthdays, she made each of his memorable, made it capture and frame in his heart.

Now, after ages it seemed Jalal got the love of a mother and a sister!

Jodha took the almost knife from the table and moved forward to Jalal. With the knife she pointed the home baked-cake and sighed Sorry Jalal... When I reached the bakery store, it was already closed. So had to bake it at home. Ma ne specially banaya tumhare liye. (Mother made this specially for you)' her voice hushed a bit more and with her free hand she brought it up to Jalal for a shake Happy Birthday Jalal! Hope you get all the happiness of the world.' her prayer was genuine.

Jalal's eyes twinkled and both of his hand reached to hold hers. He knew it was the right time.He hummed the words I will be happy only if you forgive and marry me.' There he said it. Jodha's eyes widened a bit, her mouth opened to say something but no words seemed to escape her throat. Sukanya squealed in excitement Jiji say yes! Cant you see he is perfect for you.' Maina sighed and nodded She's right beta. Say yes.' Maina added.

Jalal's eyes searched for Jodha's who closed her eyes as the rest tried to persuade her to marry him.Her breath quickened and she stared feeling a bit dizzy. They were right. For her child's sake she had to marry him. Somewhere deep inside, her heart moved it's head in disapproval. This was not because of the child!It was because of her. Her heart had already forgiven him and it was know only her. It was she who had to accept the reality.

Jalal's voice brought her back to the actual world. He spoke tentatively I promise, it will be a small affair. Only your family and mine. No press.No media.No other relatives.' he squeezed her hand in assurance.

Sighing deeply, Jodha pressed her hand with Jalal's The answer is yes. Yes, I will marry you.'

Jodha snuggled into a sleeping Jalal's bare chest, possessing the warmth of his body to hers.They had been married and were now in Bali for their honeymoon. Jalal insisted on travelling with her somewhere faraway from the chaos and Jodha didn't protest because she herself wanted to detangle herself from all of what had happened in her life.

Her fingers stretched in the air and her eyes fell on the wedding band Jalal had put around her ring finger. The ring was a platinum band with a big and shiny solitaire. J&J' was engraved in italic at the back of the ring. Jalal had it done himself.

Jodha now was indomitable to forgive and forget the past. She had found her old Jalal back days before, it was only she didn't understand it. She decided to forgive him the day they were getting married. The possessive and loving glint in his eyes made her recognize how wrong she was about Jalal and his love for her.

But she couldn't muster up the courage of telling him that she pardoned him and that she was sorry for the torment he went past because of her. But today had to be the day she professed her feelings to him.

Jalal: Jodha where are you? And why are you not picking up my phone call. You better reply to this message or I'm calling the police for help!

The reply came after a wait of two minutes.

Jodha: Relax Jalal! I am just fine. I came here eh.. for something important. Will you meet me up?

Jalal replied almost immediately.

Jalal:Here as in? What are you doing in here'?

Jalal frowned his eyebrows at her quirky reply.

Jodha:Anantara Seminyak Resort.

Jalal's brows furrowed. What was she doing there?

Jalal:Did you land up in some kind of trouble or something? If that's the case, I'm on my way to get you.

The reply came after a minute.

Jodha: Nah! Just relaxing my time on the beach. Will you come and pick me up after an hour?

Jalal: Fine. Take care of yourself till then.

Jodha: Ayye ayye ma man! :*

Jodha's flirtatious made Jalal smile contently. He began to contemplate that what was erroneous with Jodha lately. She had been uncanny since they set foot on Bali. Was she hiding something from him? The idea left a twinge of unease in Jalal's mind. He had to find out the reason behind her actions.

Jalal: I'm on my way Jodha.

Jodha: :)

Jalal took the back seat of his hired limousine. He was actually astounded to see the car parked in its place. His blood boiled in resentment and he pressed his jaw into a hard line. She hadn't taken the car!

A shiny wrapper caught his attention amidst him grunting Jodha's name in discontentment. He took the box in his hand, as his analyzed it properly. The wrapped box had a note glued to the top of the box which read The sun is incomplete without it's light. The same thing is applied to J&J.'

Jalal's breath snagged at the back of his throat, all the oxygen in the world seemed to be gone. He could identify the handwriting on the paper, it was of his ladylove Jodha. Yes my love! You are the sun to my shine.

Was this the way of screening that she loved me and now she would truly with all her heart accept me as her husband and her lover? Jalal let go of the air he had been holding. He carefully unwrapped the marvelously wrapped box, opened the lid and looked back at a blood red rose. My Jodha.

Jalal took long strides towards the lobby and at the entrance he was greeted with flowers and a box with a note. The ones who are in love have one heart. Each one of them has a half of it. So do we. Open the box'

With urgent fingers, Jalal opened the box and there lay half of the beautiful golden which had the inscription Jodha.

Jalal was literally glowing by the time he reached close to the sea beach. A man stood at the entrance beaming at him with the sweetest smile. Sir, this way.'

Jalal could not hold back the anticipation he had within him. He pompously displayed it on his face. Jalal moved towards the beach and as he reached there he froze rooted to his spot.

The place was bejeweled in the most romantic way possible with red and white cloths and balloons- placed everywhere where the eyes can wander off to.A little ahead of him, he could see something written on the sand. He rushed his way past the balloons and slowly read what was written there.

You will Marry me again.' This wasn't a question but a command. Jalal chortled at her childishness.

He felt two delicate arms wrap around his chest. She pressed her body with his and hummed a sigh of relief. I love you more than I did before.' Jodha comprehended him the feelings she had kept locked in her heart. Are you still in love with me?' Jalal groaned at her question. He held the delicate hands which had wrapped his chest and closed his eyes I love you more than any man has loved a woman before. I seriously mean it.'

A gasp escaped Jodha's lips and she made Jalal turn towards her to see whether his eyes spoke the same thing which his mouth had. Those intense copper eyes bore into her pearl like eyes with deep passion. Jodha parted her lips to say something but Jalal hushed Jodha as he kept his index finger on her succulent and tremendously kissable lips. Say no more.'

With that, Jalal moved his finger from her lips and perched his lips towards the softer lips. This woman right here now was not The Billionaire's Pregnant Mistress anymore. She was his wife, his better half and the only person whom he believed on. She was the love of the passionate Romeo.

But mommaaa I don't want to go to school... I want to stay here with you..' The mishievious little boy traipsed his foot on the ground as his demand was not being fulfilled. Beta Salim... It's your first day in school. You should be rather happy then being adamant to not to go to school.' Jodha spoke tenderly to his son as she lifted the Cartoon school bag from the chair. Her son resembled her but his eyes were exactly like his father. He was the most beautiful thing she had even seen and she and her husband were really proud of being parents of such an amazing child.

Chalo Salim.. Its time to go to school.' Jalal spoke in excitement as he entered the room while fixing his tie. Abbu I will go to school on one conbition!' Jalal stared at his son in bewilderment while Jodha brushed Salim's messy hair. What is that condition?' The little boy held his parents hands in his little palms and beamed Momma, Abbu, Salim and choti will go outside to ate!'

Jalal chuckled at his son's demand while Jodha put her hand on her protruding tummy- smiling shyly. Sunny as long as you are a good boy in school, we promise to go outside to eat.'

Now come on boy! We are running late. You have some pretty classmates to impress..' Jalal smirked while Jodha glared at him and opened her mouth to protest Jaalaal!' Jalal winked at Jodha and corrected I..I mean you are going there to be a human.' Another dispute came out of Jodha's mouth while Salim stared at his parents in confusion. Fine Fine... Salim be a good boy and study hard, okay?'

Salim jiggled and smiled genuinely. He loved his parents and especially when they are together as one unit. Little did he know the fact that he was the reason they separated and again united.

Jodha pecked on her son's cheek and tied his tie, while tears left her eyes. Momma don't worry... I'll be back quick and its not like I am going forejer.' Jodha giggled and corrected her son Forever my son' and she took him in her warm embrace, fearing of letting him go.

Hey! Why am I missing the family reunion?' Jalal, with his long hands circled his wife and his son... children into a big hug.

I love you Jodha for giving me this wonderful life.' Salim giggled. He was used to the lovie dovie things of his parents.

I love us.'