TS: The Third Person~ completed - Page 14

Originally posted by: Shinning_Stuti

I am too scared about the end of the story after reading the comments.😆

Originally posted by: Shinning_Stuti

Ruqs ke liye thori na choda hay.😆😆😆 Papa or mummy ne pakadke shadi de diya to o kya karega!😛

Jalal koi doodh peeta bacha thodi na tha, he should stand by his commitment if he TRULY loved Jodha😛

But it's not expected from Jodha.😡😆

What not expected, Jodha is human and she wasnt doing anything wrong. Jalal became a widower, all men marry after that.😆

Aree they must have helped their best na? And also Jalal must have used Ruqaiya's savings too. But its a vast expense...

Ok so its to be taken for granted that others helped, uhmm.

I love JA wala Jalal, does not mean I have to love all the persons of the world named Jalal. 😆

😆😆 how can u say that when your stories have strong characterization for Jalal😆😆 I know you will always give happiness to your Jalal😆😆😆

Kab?😆I have planned a ending which will not look like an end.😉

Hey somewhere in this thread,you wrote HAPPY ending, so be it😳

Lets see what twist you give in your update

Originally posted by: ANJIJHA

Awesome chappy dear...
Amazing idea n diff one..
Your focus on ja n Ruk..
Both r broke up..
Ja ad usuak Good husband.
Pls update ASAP.

SECOND SHOT:

PART 1

One month has passed...

Meena has been standing in front of the door for almost half an hour, continuously ringing doorbell, but Sahab has no trace... She became worried for once. Is he alright? After Mem-sab has left, he has become totally aloof from his surroundings. He needs to marry again soon. She was thinking in her mind.

"Sab..." She shouted. "Open the doorrr..."

After 2 minutes the door opened. The shadow of a dejected man, with clumsy hair and red eyes came in front of her.

"You were waiting for a long time? Sorry. I was sleeping!" He gave excuse.

"Sleeping till 9:30?" The middle-aged woman, who has been working in this house from a long time, was quite surprised. "What about your office?"

"Yes I will..." he didn't continued and went off towards the bathroom coping with the hangover. These sleeping-pills are worthless- instead of sleep it gives nightmares at night and disgusting drowsiness in morning!

Will he never get a peaceful sleep!

Cringgg Cringgg...'

"Sahab Aapka phone hay!" [Sahab it's your phone!]

"Hello!" Jalal came from the basin with the tooth-brash in hand and took up the call.

"Jalal! Are you okay?" The concerned voice of the caring lady moved his heart all of a sudden with all type of emotions... "Good...Good Morning... Jodha..." He uttered.

"Your voice is not sounding good. What happened?"

"Nothing..." He was gasping while talking.

The lady over the call paused for a second, then with a charming voice told- "I have not much work today. What about a lunch together?"

He has no one closer in his family... there is none who can share his loneliness...except Jodha... in spite of her busy schedule, her work, she tries to give company to Jalal... selflessly. For no reason. Just to help Jalal to return in his life... Her company is a blessing for him...

But...

"Excuse me today! I..." He coughed and gulped more than one time before continuing the lie. "I have a lot of work in office today... I will not be able to go out at lunch... Maybe after the year ending..."

Silence for a long moment; then he heard the unconvinced, surprised voice to exclaim- "Year Ending! Fine! Bye then... See you soon."

After the call ended, he banged the mobile on table with an uncontrollable rage and unknown pain. Why the hell he is avoiding her! What is his problem at all!!

He stood in front of the wall-mirror, applied shaving cream on cheek; before touching the razor on beard, his eyes met their reflection on mirror... he stared to him for sometime vacantly, then sighing, slowly moved the razor through the growing hairs of cheek... slowly... as if he has no price of time...

For once, his eyes stuck at the blade of razor. He closed his eyes in tire, and splashed water on face keeping the razor aside...

"Who can say, maybe you attempt to kill me!"...

"No no no..." continued to murmur, he opened his eyes. The tap was opened, water was flowing out; like a zombie he took his palm under the flow of water...

Did he really see a trace of blood in his hand? Like the hand of murderer?

No it cannot. Is he slowly becoming mad or what! Like a restless and desperate soul, he kept on rubbing his hand under the flow of water... again and again and again...

With an unblinking glare, Jodha was staring at the framed picture hanging from the wall... the photo of Jalal and Ruqaiya as new couple after wedding...

Their marriage has been completed just before one and a half hour, all the close friends, witnesses and the lawyer have left, and it's the time of her Suhaag Raat ' literally. Simplest rituals of marriage- just two signatures on registry paper and they became soul-mates forever! Is the marriage really so simple? After so many years of separation, longing, pain, agony, hopelessness, depression, darkness it happened just with two scratches of pen! Finally!

Did she hurry too much to take the decision? Should she have given Jalal some more time to come out from the hangover of the death of his first wife? Jodha bit her lips... She could have waited for him for another 6 years without any trace of expectation, just like she did before, but this time she needed to take step... for Jalal. She could sense that he is drowning in the sea of depression and solitude after her demise. He needs a companion badly. And who else Jodha will stand beside him now! Jalal was too ready for the marriage, eagerly ready... but... there is a sting of dilemma in his mind... their chemistry is not like before... the time-span, the difference, the powerful existence of a third person have changed everything!

The shadow of Jodha's eyes reflected on the glass of the photo-frame- directly into bride Ruqaiya's eyes... She has never seen Ruqaiya in this look- in such a pretty look. When Ruqaiya had approached her consultancy, she already had received her 2^nd chemo, and she had already lost her natural beauty by that time. Was she really so beautiful before? Glossy skin, curly hairs, catty eyes, sharp chin, smart smile... she is looking just perfect beside handsome Jalal... a very good-looking couple...made for each other!

Made for each other? Really!

A memory of merely 3 months back, which was stinging her from the day of Ruqaiya's death suddenly flashed out in front of her eyes...

FLASHBACK:

Her patient had been panting vigorously; no inhaler or capsule was working properly. "Have you called for oxygen cylinder, Ja...?" Jodha stopped suddenly, and looked at Jalal. Gulping once she spoke in a professional concerned voice, "Call the health care again na... Her suffering is increasing..."

"Yeah I have called. What can I do if they don't come timely?" He told in somewhat a shilly-shally voice with an angry frown in brows. Ruqaiya, holding her breaths for a moment with long trial, glared at her husband with piercing fiery eyes, and then the eyes shifted towards Jodha's eyes, with burning rage unbearable for Jodha. She readily took back her eyes from her, started checking her BP. "BP is fluctuating. Aren't you taking the medicines properly, Mrs. Mohammad?"

"No medicine has the power to heal her, if she doesn't learn to control her behaviour. I tell you Jodha!" Jalal shouted out of fury, and now directly ejected his rage towards ailing Ruqaiya. "I know it well that you don't know how to talk properly without shouting on me; I know it well you can't sleep without quarrelling with me for once; but it wonders me how you have made your sickness a weapon to fight with me! You create scene so that you fall sick again and again and give me tension isn't it??" His disgust was increasing with his voice, completely ignoring Ruqaiya's red, wet, angry gaze he kept on- "Listen, enough is enough!"

And Jodha had been reported once that Jalal is happily married with someone who is perfectly made for him! Happily married!

"Ja...Mr. Mohammad," Jodha interrupted for sake of her, as the very personal matter between the husband and wife before her was making her uncomfortable. "Control yourself, don't worry. Nothing has happened..."

"I am not worrying! Why would I?" Jalal lashed out in a worried voice.

"I feel the suppliers will come very soon. I am here with her; can you please go to medical shop and buy these medicines?" She handed a slip in his hand to get him out of the apartment... "Yes, I am coming soon." He rushed out from the room, leaving Ruqaiya and Jodha alone.

"You must be very happy!" Ruqaiya panted. Jodha was stunned to hear the proportion of rage, jealousy and revenge in the almost muted voice. "At last you got to see today that how my husband actually behaves with me!"

"He is worried for you, so shouted on you." Jodha tried to smile. "And you too, I know quarrelling increases love between couples, but at least take care of own health!"

"Love!!" Her laughter being mixed with the whistling palpitation created a horrible sound!

"Mr. Mohammad loves you a lot. So he becomes angry on you whenever you don't listen to him." Jodha felt a strong pinch in heart while telling these to her; but the pinch readily converted into a deep scratch when another horrible sound of laughter came out of her mouth, tearing her lungs apart! "Please don't..." Jodha started rubbing her chest, but her laughter along with her suffering kept on increasing.

"Mr. Mohammad! O come on, Jodha; as if I don't know about your relationship!" She had toned downed a bit, but her words were entering into Jodha's ear like melted lead. "And please, I don't want pity from you! Stop your non-sense and get lost!"

These much insults were enough for her to leave this patient forever. But she endured it, perhaps for Jalal! "You stop your nonsense otherwise you will be fainted!" She was enough decent to her. Simultaneously Ruqaiya clenched her hand tightly. "You told he loves me?"

"It seems so!" she had sighed.

"And you believe you love him?" Ruqaiya laughed out again. "O dear, you cannot read the mind of the person whom you love?" Her voice suddenly chocked and she started coughing. After some time she could speak again, her eyes sinking in weariness... "But I can read his mind... I can understand him... He cannot even tolerate me... He never had! He only..." she clasped the bed-cover... "Only tried to find someone else in me... from the first day... then, when he failed, he started hating me... he..."

"You gave me no choice!" Jodha had murmured while pushing her injection to get her into sleep. "I know he is waiting... just waiting for the day I leave him forever... but I will not leave him so soon... I will not leave my right on him... I will..." slowly she got into sleep!

FLASHBACK ENDS

A hard rock of guilt suddenly chocked Jodha's throat. Was she responsible for Ruqaiya's adamant decision of ending her life? She was her doctor, and she had fulfilled all her responsibilities of a doctor; but how can she hide from herself that there was always a sting of pain and jealousy in her heart, always a sting of dissatisfaction that this girl is getting all the dues that was one and only for her? It never takes a lot of time to understand that Jalal hardly tolerates Ruqaiya, no matter how much the whole medical team crowns him as the most caring husband of world, but amidst all of these, Jodha was none but the doctor of Mrs. Ruqaiya Mohammad, nothing else... Despite being in love with Jalal from all her heart, she was nothing but a doctor of his wife!!

Today she has become lawfully wedded wife of Jalal... now why the heart is filled with guilt and shame? Why she is thinking that she has snatched the right of any other woman?

A touch in shoulder returned her back in real world. Jalal was behind her, smiling intimately, with his hand on her shoulder. She smiled back and held his hand...

"Let's go to sleep..."Jalal uttered mildly, she blushed without any reason... Is this how the dream comes true? "Let me change first..." she told showing him her expensive designer Shari. "What's the need? You're looking so beautiful in shari Jodha... just like the first day we met... remember?" He took her hands in his hand. "So many years have passed, but you look as same as before!"

"Really?" Jodha giggled. "But you have changed a lot Jalal... You hardly look like that charming college boy now." She instantly started flowing in the river of memory. "I still remember, the fest of your college... I have visited there with some friends... you had recited a poem... you were in a creamy Kurta... Your posture on the stage, your voice, your face... I" she giggled. "I had become addicted to you at the first day."

"And you met me after the performance... You were in a blue Salwar-suit... You were looking like the silent wave of ocean that day... calm, but deep... Source of every happiness but never takes anything in return..."

"Tell me truth today, did you really write that poem, what was the name- yeah Silence of sea', for me?" Jodha asked with curiosity. He smiled. "Do you doubt that? For whom else I could write poems?"

"You really don't write now, Jalal?" She touched his shoulder. "You had a great talent..."

"No!" Jalal sighed with a sad smile. "Now the life has been imprisoned inside the files of accounts and taxes!"

"That can't be an excuse... One shouldn't mix up his profession and passion." She got a bit disheartened. "Where are your old poems?"

Jalal kept on gazing at her with sad eyes... how he will tell her how shameful and silly the reason to destroy his deepest passion so harshly was!

FLASHBACK:

The new ceiling in the new apartment was almost going to break due to the peak of voice of the young couples...

"You shameless! You don't feel shame to blurt out the truth that you write love-letters and poetries for any other woman?"

"You just shut up, illiterate idiot! Don't talk on something which you don't understand!"

"Hey, don't try to be over-smart. All the poems are addressed to someone... someone special. And that can't be me..."

"Now I will have to answer you for writing poetries too?"

"Write whatever you want! But you do neglect me for that. We have shifted in new flat, have you ever helped me once in decoration? Ever went for shopping with me for necessary accessories for our house? You are always with your books or this copy of poetries... And now I can understand why so much interest in writing poems. You satisfy your unfulfilled love via these poems isn't it? What do you think I can't..."

"Enough!" The heart-jerking sound shook the pillar of the house. The copies of poetries readily got to go on burning gas-oven. "Happy????" He was mad in rage and frustration.

"Are you mad? I didn't tell you to... What are you doing? Put out the fire, please... What type of madness is this? Okay, sorry... Write whatever you want but..." Ruqaiya was scared to see this form of her gentleman husband! She tried a lot to stop him, but he did not let her to. "Let them burn! You are here in my life to burn me only!" He shouted like a mad!

FLASHBACK ENDS

She had come to burn him... she had come to burn him... she had come to burn him...

But that doesn't mean she would lose the right of being alive!

"Jalal?"

"What?" gulped Jalal and tried to smile. But his smile could not last, as his eyes stuck on the photo hanging on wall.

"I told Meena to remove it." He said, and without spending an extra word, got ready to remove that.

"Let it be there Jalal, what's the problem?" Jodha tried to stop him, but he didn't pay heed.

"I don't want any third person between you and me from now on..." He declared before he could lock the frame inside almirah! He opened the lock, was going to keep that inside, but could not... A voice rang inside his ears. "I will be here only... between you both..." He banged the door of the almirah and sat on the chair near. "I will not let you both to be happy... I will not die so soon." He was unable to ignore the screechy, chocked, revengeful voice...

She wanted to live. She was desperate to live... But Jalal didn't...

"What happened Jalal?" Jodha came in front of him and cupped his face. He sighed and moved his head to and fro. Jodha guessed something from his gestures and sat in front of him. "I know it's very hard to come out of the grief...I understand Jalal... You need not to forget her and to banish her from your life..."

"I want to forget her!" He lashed out suddenly! "I want to erase her off from my life forever... but..." he covered his face dejectedly. "She will not leave me. She will never give me peace..."

"Jalal..." she removed his hands from his face and got closer. He cupped her face with uncanny emotion, took his lips closer to her, in a drowned voice exclaimed "I love you... I love you Jodha... I love you more than my life...Believe me I was living in a hell when you were not in my life... Jodha I love..." His voice slowly lost in air, as her lips had come too close to him, they were just going to meet with each other after a long era... but...

"Both of you are waiting when I will die! Both of you will become the happiest soul ever that day...But I will not let you be happy! I will not die so soon!"

She wanted to live... She was desperate to live... but Jalal...

Jalal suddenly broke the intimacy and moved away from her spontaneously. Jodha was surprised to see his sudden reaction all of a sudden. "What happened Jalal?" She asked with lot of questions in eyes.

"Nothing! You told that you will change your cloth?" Jalal chuckled like an idiot. "You change and go to sleep, I am..." he looked at the attached bath incoherently. "I am going to bath... my old habit, you know!"

Jodha kept on staring at his face with hell astonishment, but it seemed he did not even notice. Like a drowsy man he just got into the bath, locked the door from inside and opened all the taps. The sound of flowing water suppressed the sound of his groaning sob.

"Who can say, maybe you attempt to kill me!"

"No! Believe me Ruqaiya... I didn't! I wanted you to recover... from my heart! Believe me!" His muted scream lost in the sound of water. But he could hear properly... the heart-wrenching horribly ugly laughter blended with palpitation and despair hit his ears like hammer... Like a blind man he groped the tap of the shower and the cold shower of water went through his hairs. He closed eyes, some alphabets started dancing in front of his eyes... "You will be happy now; Will not you, Jalal?"

Jalal thrashed himself on the floor covering his eyes with palms; the flow of water was wetting him, but he had no clue about that.

Originally posted by: moni_06

Yayaya u updated res

Originally posted by: -AkDha.Lover-

You're becoming like JA CV's...letting Ruqs win every time...😳

Now what Jo and Jalal do if she died... Goddd...let them move on na! 😭

I'm sorry di... but I cannot write a detailed or sensible comment for this TS...Coz I don't have words...😳