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I am trying a new style of writing (that is where the funky spacing comes from), bear with me. This is focused on Jodha and Jalal and has some Rukaiya and maybe a dash of Hameeda if I am feeling fancy. Also, this a tale set in modern times. Don't expect too many answers just yet. But, guesses are more than welcome :)
Step by step his feet lead him down the dusty, dampened road to her abode.
And with every step he could only think of was...
Stepping up to the plate and protecting her.
Climbing the steps of her doorway,
he wanted to slip out of the false cloak of formality that enveloped him,
step and stomp on it.
He was choking, drowning, losing breath in
The confusion of steps and missteps. There,
his body froze on the knob of her iron gate.
As if she had anticipated his hesitation, she appeared
Right that moment. Suddenly, she graced his vision with her presence
and it was all clear. She was godsend and he was
the one who need protecting.
She grasped him and his troubles
in her nurturing arms and closed the door to
any dangers. She pulled him inside her
virtuous dwelling. Every element in the air was
tempting his senses. He thought, for a minute,
of his wife waiting for him to come home. And he would
go home soon. But tonight, in the arms of the other woman,
there was much more warmth and comfort.
She was the generous giver to his soulless beggar.
There was no reason to refuse her presents.
He lay down his heart for her to fondle
like he came her with the will to surrender.
Anupamaa
Cricket
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