Wanna clear some points before update...
1. Misha is NOT Jalal's sister... Atul and Misha are his friends... And ONCE a couple...
2. Jalal's sister is Amita... And they have a LONG age difference...
3. Sujamal knows Jalal as Amita's sister not as Jodha's husband... so he was shocked watching him...
4. And in last update Misha is defending Sujamal not Jodha...
Hopefully I have cleared everything... And if even you have some confusion please refer CHAPTER 33 in THREAD 3...
...Chapter - 46...
"My husband..!!" as the ferocious words left Misha's mouth... Jalal was left spellbound...
"Then where is Atul?"
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This was expected from him... Misha knows, she's bounded to give answers that are yet to be questioned by Jalal... A look around and consciousness engulfed her inside... Discussing the matter that was a way too personal to each one of them, that can also be sorted out inside the four walls... Residents of the colony gaping at them, clearly annoyed by the unwanted noises...
"Jalal let's go inside..." Misha's mellowed plead reached the former's ear... A haughty consent from his side and all the four members were sitting on their respective places...
All the four heads dipped in their respective hurricane of feelings... A complete mess, that has scattered across their entire lives...
"Look!! Jalal..." A trial by sujamal to clear the misunderstanding that had tattered their lives to an extent that can't be remended again, though his furious rage is building due to the audacity of her sister's husband yet he tried to get a hold on himself...
"Shut up!!" A roaring sound ran across the ear drums of the people sitting there...
"Not a word from your filthy mouth!!" Involuntarily an accusing finger got pointed towards sujamal by Jalal...
"Jalal... Hear him once!!" Misha probbed in utter frustration... From the time they had met, he's just being dominating her husband... And she's glad by the patience shown by sujamal because another fact that she's friendly with is that her husband's anger is in par with her buddy...
"Jalal please hear Bhai once..." Jodha's pleading voice made him more furious...
"Goddamn what the hell is left to hear!!!" the sheer frustration is bubbled out...
"You. Bloody. Have. To. Hear. Me. Out." Finally the patience he's holding till now bursted... Here he've been trying to sort out the things that had snatched many a things from HIM too... Yeah!! He too had lost HER!!
"Amita... I too have lost HER!!" His broken voice is something that had held Jalal back...
"Jalal... Calm down... Amu.." A hard glare from the later and realizing the blunder he immediately corrected himself...
"I... I mean Amita... She's... She's like a sister to me..!!" and he stopped to take a look of expressions emerging from the man sitting in front of him...
At the velocity, the word sister left from his mouth, the former's head snapped towards him... A clear look of displeasure and defying can be identified in his furious rage filled orbs...
"I know you won't believe me..." this time sujamal carried a confidence in his tone when he confirmed that he has all ears...
"Yeah!! She's a little sister to me... A baby sister... You know..." glancing at his sister he continued his side of story...
"I... I was a lost soul then... But When I met with Amita... I have found my lost Jodha in her... And I don't feel wrong if I say that I love amita more than Jodha..." Sweet smile tugging on his lips conveyed that he has lost somewhere in the past... A sweet past indeed...
Her doe shaped brown eyes dipped down in resentment and despair... Guilt ate her up, when her conscience recognize that she had been jealous with a dead soul... Jealous of the love... That was hers...
Amita is surely one of the most luckiest person that she got love... Love she(Jodha) expected from her husband... Her Bhai... But received none... Till now carving for the affection that her heart yearns every moment of her existence...
Pearls that are dancing in the corner of her eyes... Just slide down smoothly with a soft pace...
This change in her persona pushed sujamal more inside the pit of guilt... In which he's already dying... But yet the love he have for Amita can't be compared with any ounce of guilt that may even force him to die...
Even Jalal noticed the change... His palm reached out for her fingers and a light squeeze made her aware that her slight emotional state had been noticed... Immediately getting a hold on her brewing emotions she managed a straight face...
Sujamal eyes were downcasted... He's very well aware of the turmoil his sister is facing... Of course he has that experience of living devoid anyone to love... That's one of the worst phase anyone would fear to face...
Misha gripped her husband's hand tightly... Almost squeezing it to fullest, giving him the moral support that he needed most at that point... Sniffing a little he continued where he'd left...
"Though she's was one of my student... Yet I felt a brotherly affection towards her... And yes!! She was pressurized..." His initial soft expression changed hard at the end of his sentence...
"But not by me by Mrs Smith... Not only Amita but most of the below average students are being pressurized in some well reputed top institutions by teachers to study more than 18 hours a day... It's something, not everyone can do... And the pressure was so high that many students committed suicide... Some may even run from hostels... And amita was one of the victim of this and even depression due to her constant decrement in marks... " And his tongue got tied while his body wrecked with silent sobs reminiscing HIS Amita, the only moral support he has before misha stepped in to his life...
While Jalal's face, devoid of any emotion... Doesn't know what to believe...
"How can I believe that whatever you said is right??" Just waiting for a slight push to his already shattered self...
"Have you found any suicide note?" A direct angry question came in his way... Jalal don't know what this brother of her wife is hinting at... And a no came when he moved his head sideways...
"Because... That's with me!!" A frown deepened on his forehead with sujamal's statement...
"She left that in her last assignment submitted to me..." he answered the unasked question that was on his way... Watching the latter's expression he knows that he had earned a clean chit from HIM...
"Then why don't you cleared it at that time..." again a query was thrown on him...
"Because of college authorities... Mrs Smith being the wife of a trustee was being saved... And all
blame came upon me, I have tried hard to contact you but every time I was refrained from doing so...
And even got bailed, so that college's reputation doesn't get altered, by the authorities... I was forced to leave and when everything settled I again tried my luck to get connected to you... But again I faced failure..." His tone clearly conveyed how helpless he has been then...
Jalal went blank for few seconds... His mind can't comprehend what's right and wrong... Numb his senses have gone... His entire self was shaken due to the drastic truth... Silence prevailed... A situation perfectly depicting life under still apparentness...
While Misha knows it's her time to blurt out the parts about being he's unaware of...
"Jalal..." a shaky voice of misha pulled him out of the sorrows, which are just sending him deep in the depths of pain... And a clear look depicted that something FATAL is on his way...
"Stop!! Please Misha... It's enough for today!! Please... Please stop!!" His voice invariably shaky and an unknown shivering can be identified in his body... Jodha has sensed that but yet she herself is not out of the truth and pain that has been brewing till the time her Bhai had said...
"I don't feel wrong if I say that I love amita more than Jodha.."
"I really don't have a heart... My amu took it away with her... I'm so sorry I can never love you..." these words of Jalal when he has opened his past kept ringing in her ears... Till now the scar that this words of his has left on her soul doesn't even buried, they can't be cured, they was are and will remain as fresh as that day... And now another blow on her shattered soul left her all numb... Alone to face the cruel reality, that she's always a second person in her brother's and husband's life...
Sensing the gravity of the situation, Misha with sujamal left to their hotel room, leaving the couple alone for the privacy that their respective thoughts have already invaded...
Next second Jalal engulfed his only support now into his tight embrace, with each elongating second his grip tightening around her petite form... Tears residing profusely from his orbs cascading along his cheeks towards her shoulder burning her skin within... Today he doesn't want to reside the painful lump that has been stuck in his throat from the time reality dawned upon him... He cried his heart out, his heavy voice with wrecked sobs echoed in the whole house... Still not realizing the inner fight her wife is fighting within herself...
Be at any other times happily she would have wounded his arms around consoling him with all the love she has for this man... But today her soul refused!!
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Precap : A face off of Jalal and Jodha!!
Ok so here it ends...
I don't know if my reason has reached to all of you or not... But guys these type of cases are real...
I hope I have made sense here... please forgive me if I don't... And sorry for the delay... I would try to be more regular with my updates from now on... at least I hope so...😆
Sorry if it's not worth reading...😊
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