chapter 6
Jodha heard someone calling her name. Jodha! Jodha! And there it was again the shaking. Oh God! Please let it stop!
Damn it Jodha. Wake up! Jallal said sharply and shook her shoulders. Suddenly Jodha opened her eyes. She gasped and
shivered in panic. She sat down immediately, fear knotted inside her. She surveyed the room, feeling so lost and disoriented. Her
face was so pale like a ghost. What happened? Where are
we? We are still in the plane. Are you okay? You were
stirring restlessly in your sleep. Jallal had been on his laptop working when he noticed her discomfort. He started to get anxious when it took him awhile to wake her up.
Oh God. Jodha choked back a cry. She was trembling as the fearful images built in her mind. Then she threw her arms
around Jallal. Jallal was startled; his body stiffened when Jodha
hugged him without warning. His initial reaction was to pull away, but she felt so good in his arms. Her slim arms curled around his lower torso under his leather jacket. Her face pressed on his chest and almost all of her slender body was buried in his
jacket. G eez! She was so soft and smelled so divine, like a
fresh flower, so womanly. Jodha was shivering. She probably had a bad dream, he thought. Jallal gathered her in his arms
and held her snugly. His hands explored the hollows of her back, caressing her spine up and down. Jallal groaned, fighting his desire for her. He shook his head a little. The ambience didnt
even help at all. The lights were dim and the room was colder. Oh great! Shh its okay its okay. Jallal whispered. His breath was hot against her ear. Jodhas trembling nerves started to relax. She looked up at him; feeling so embarrassed and slowly untangled her arms around him. She was glad of the semidarkness that hid the flush in her cheeks. Im sorry. My dream scares the hell out of me.
What was your dream all about? His brows rose inquiringly.
It was so strange. We had a plane crash. Jodha heaved a sigh.
Jallal shook his head and grinned at her. It was only a dream, a product of our imagination and the subconscious mind. Opposite things or events usually happen. Then he gave her a reassuring smile. Dont Worry, this is a high tech jet, computer generated, designed to be resistant from any weather condition and our pilots are highly trained. So, just be calm, okay?
Jodha just nodded and leaned back in her seat, feeling so relieved that everything was only a dream. They had their dinner on
the plane and Jallal did his best to entertain Jodha to relieve her of
nervousness. He told her about the places hed been and their cultures, about the business and the deals he was working now. He told her about a lot of things except his personal life. So
ironic since he was so interested in her personal life and kept asking about it.
They arrived in Japan at ten in the evening Humayun accompanied Jodha in Hotel golden palm, the biggest and most
luxurious five-star hotel in Japan owned by the Mohammeds.
He introduced her to the hotel manager, John and showed her to her suite. It was a royal suite with luxurious living room, dining
room and a small kitchen. The bathroom was so beautiful, with pearly designed bathtub, white stone flooring, and golden framed mirrors. The exercise room was filled with mirrors and with shiny wood flooring. It was equipped with a treadmill and weights. The four-poster bed was designed for a queen. Sheer gold linens covered the bed with pillows of different sizes. Jodha strolled outside the balcony and gasped at the amazing view of the City of
Japan.
Do you like it? Humayun asked her.
I love it, thank you. Its so beautiful. Actually, almost perfect except for one thing.
Humayun frowned and raised an eyebrow questioningly.
What is it?
A pole.
The following day
Good morning, Nisha. Jallal greeted the old woman coming out of Jodhas suite.
Oh, hello Sir . Good morning. Nisha greeted him back happily. She was the head of the housekeeping department of the hotel.
Is Jodha in there? Yes Sir. Shes in the exercise room.
Jallals lips twisted and checked the time on his watch. Its already eight oclock, time to go to work and yet shes still in the exercise room.
Okay, thanks Nisha. Ill just let myself in. You can go now.
Jallal entered Jodhas suite. Her room was filled with loud music
Jodha? He followed the sound of the music and realized it came
from the exercise room. The door was slightly open so he pushed it slowly. What he saw surprised him. Damn! His heart lurched upside down. Jodha was in the center of the room, climbing a vertical pole, dancing acrobatically like a strip dancer. He couldnt believe what he saw. Geez! Where did she learn
dancing like that? He continued watching her, never dared to interrupt her in case she would lose her balance. Besides, he was extremely enjoying watching her pole dancing. Jodha was gripping the pole tightly, moving her body around it and swinging her legs at the same time. She was so damn hot and sexy! She climbed and span again, then did body inversions using her long limbs to grip the pole. Shes so amazing, graceful and so damn sexy. Im in deep trouble. Jallal thought. His eyes raked boldly over her slender body. Oh great! Even her black panty shorts and white cotton top made his eyes pop out.
Jodha made a final climb at the top of the pole, then suddenly dropped her body inversely to the floor, with a sudden body twist in the middle of the pole, her legs ended swinging in the bottom, just in time the music stopped.
Whoa! I almost had a heart attack. I thought you accidentally fell. Jodha was surprised seeing Jallal in the doorway.
Hey! You were watching me?
Sorry, you looked so amazing and I dont want to disturb you in case you might fall and hurt yourself. Jallal smirked. Where did
you learn to dance like that?
In a pole dancing class. Why? She ran her hands through her long hair. Its so sexy. If shed learn that the last time he
saw someone pole dancing was a half-naked girl in an
exclusive strip bar, she would surely freak out.
Why are you here? Im here to fetch you for work. Jallal grinned and straightened his shoulders. And youre not yet ready.
Your father said that I should rest today, and enjoy the hotels amenities. He will be the one to fetch me tomorrow for work. She tossed her hair across her shoulders and boldly met his
eyes.
Oh, great. So I have wasted a trip. Jallal frowned at her. I havent even eaten my breakfast.
Jodha laughed at him. Come on, Ill make you some breakfast to
compensate your wasted time in coming here. She said while going to the kitchen. How do you like your coffee?
Black Jallal replied, following Jodha in the kitchen. I bet yours is sweet and creamy. His eyes scanned her back, the
smallness of her waist, slim hips swaying gracefully and
nice pair of legs. God help me.
Exactly Jodha cooked their breakfast. She looked so comfortable in the kitchen, chopping onions and tomatoes with skill. It really showed that she knew how to cook. Her omelette and everything were perfectly done and so delicious. He couldn't take his eyes off her and enjoyed watching her. She was an amazing woman, with varied talents. He wondered what more
would he discover about Jodha in three months time?
Night @ 11
"I miss you so much babe and I keep on thinking about you. I can't function well anymore without you, and I feel like dying slowly every day. I love you so much, Jodha please forgive me.
Give me another chance. I'm begging you."
Oh please! What a crap! "I'm moving on right now, so please stop calling me." Jodha snapped at her ex- boyfriend, Ranveer on the phone. She could not forget how hurt she was because of his Act . At least now she was starting to feel much better and moved on with her life.
"I can't just let you go, Jodha. I'll go crazy without you. Please give me a second chance. I promise, I won't ever do that again. I
need you babe. You are the only woman for me."
"Ranveer, please, will you stop. I'm going to bed now. Tomorrow is the first day of my training, I have to wake up early."
"Okay, but wait for me babe, I'm scheduled to go there in the Japan. next month for our film's international release, make sure you are available for me. I miss kissing your lips babe and that glorious neck. Hmm..."
Jodha rolled her eyes. My goodness, I really hate him now. She cringed at the thought of kissing him again, after what he did, the nerve! Thanks goodness, she never slept with him.
"I'm sleepy now. Bye, Ranveer." Jodha turned off her cell phone.
Ranveer was so good looking and a born charmer. She was
instantly captivated by his charm when they first met at a birthday party. They had been steady for almost a month when Ranveer
cheated on her. She had been broken hearted and very disappointed by Ranveer. She loved and trusted him with all her heart, but he betrayed that trust. Because of that, she started losing her trust with men. And now, every time she thought of Ranveer, she wouldn't cry anymore. The pain she felt was replaced with resentment. Even hearing his voice made her cringed. When she lay down in bed at night, the image of Ranveer
didn't even cross in her mind anymore. She assumed that she already moved on. However, she couldn't help but think of Jallal instead. She remembered him asking about her heart again. She
told him the truth that it was fine, but didn't bother to elaborate that she already moved on. He was just concerned about her
welfare. Besides, he was not interested in her. He said so before, that she was not his type of woman. It was good that she and
Jallal, were friends now. She remembered how she loathed the thought of marrying him. She grew up thinking that she would
marry someday Jallaludin mohammed, a complete stranger and womanizer. But now, her parents already accepted the fact that she didn't need a husband to run their family business, she just needed to excel her business skills and learned the actual flow of each transaction in an organization. Jallal and his father were
even very discreet about their present working condition, especially Jallal. He didn't mention anything about their previous arranged marriage anymore. Well, he might be enjoying himself from being free from it also. Jodha thought.
Jodha couldn't deny that she found Jallal very attractive and gorgeous. But for her own good, she had to fight any physical attraction she felt. It would be like poking her head with a
stone. Jallal had mistresses. Women chased after him not just because of his money, but also because of his looks. Who wouldn't? He was a six-footer, strikingly attractive with olive-skin, chiseled facial features like a Greek god and a body that women loved to worship. Damn!
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