Startled by her confession, he sat silently for a while - staring at her - taking in the depth of her profound feelings. She wasn't sure what she expected when she'd said those words to him. He wasn't sure what she expected when she'd said that, but he knew that his heart skipped a few beats when he heard it. It'd awoken a myriad of emotions in him. The fact that she'd divulged her innermost fears to him tugged at his heart strings. He was so moved that she'd just handed over her entire life to him, trusting he'd make it better for them. He was so aroused by her honest admittances that he never expected to hear 'The woman in me wants to 'feel' normal again...emotionally and physically...'
Picking her hands in his, Jalal lovingly moved her bangles behind so he could soothe the bruises on both her wrists with his thumb. Soon after, he intertwined his fingers with hers and gradually reeled her towards him - close enough till the outline of his face was barely a millimeter apart from the gash on her shoulder
'Jalal' she closed her eyes and turned aside - unable to decide if she was prepared for what was to come. In fact, she dreaded it. She didn't want the proximity. She dreaded that she might get revolting flashes of the abuser if Jalal came any nearer. She feared that the abuse she'd undergone might compel her to winge in disgust in response to any touch henceforth - a misery that she personally did not want - a humiliation that Jalal did not deserve. Worse, she didn't know if she'd ever be able to heal from this ordeal wholly. She was afraid that the psycho might have taken away her ability to 'feel' like a woman forever.- and then she felt his breath on her cut
Grabbing her boyfriend's hair in angst, a protest went off in the back of her mind 'No... ' she waited in affright for the surges of repulsion to take over 'Jalal... don't...' she meekly nudged him away, her limbs frigid. She knew not how to brace herself for those scary 'parallel' visions that were to come - visions of the stalker forcefully petting her on those scratches. A tear sliding off her tightly-sealed eyelids, she awaited the terror of it all - but it didn't happen. The intimidating visions didn't come. Not when the edge of her boyfriend's lips began sliding along her shoulder - not even when his kisses moistened the dry soreness on her skin.
She froze - expecting many kinds of aversions to riddle her body - but she felt nothing of the sort. Instead, what her man was doing was in some strange way - calming. Delicately tracing his profile along her bare shoulder, he didn't stop till the tip of his nose moved up to the secluded soft retreat behind her ears.
'Jo, I love you like no one can...' his husky whispers came thereafter, as though to assure her that she was with a man who cherished her - and not a stranger.
'Yes' Jodha unwittingly nodded when the assurance came as a huge respite. She couldn't believe it, but the experience was actually turning out to be cathartic for her. Unlike what she'd feared, his soothing touches appeared to negate the cruelty of all that'd transpired in the green room. Every moment with Jalal now seemed to magically erase the horrid correlating visuals from earlier. Her spirit finally reinstated, she mustered the guts to gather him close once more - a quiet cry of relief escaping her throat 'I...I..'
Sensing that his girl was at a better place emotionally, his affections were spurred-on. Wrapping the side of her cheek by entrenching his palm into her hair, Jalal hauled her towards him by supporting her back. When her mellow body brushed against his exposed skin, a sudden swell of desire overcame him. He delved on - savouring his new journey along the silken arches of her neck and throat.
Many minutes on and his impassioned onslaught showed no signs of pausing. She showed no intent of wanting it slowed down either - despite the fact that her loosened saree pleats had slipped off - despite the fact that his lips had now approached the base of her throat
'I'm normal' another ecstatic tear fell off from her eyelashes as she began feeling at ease with the ever-livening sensations. She no longer felt damaged. Every part of her exhausted form and every cell on her skin seemed alive again. It was as though her body knew who was right for her and who she was meant to be with! She was at peace with herself. She felt like a woman reborn.
'Ja...' Jodha tilted her head back gently, as she experienced the scintillating series of new thrills one after another - his exquisite features had started skimming over the tender stretches of skin leading to her chest 'Jalal' she murmured again as she grabbed him, her responsive clasps around his taut arms no longer meek or mild
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Planting a peck on her 'maang', the smitten young man beheld his partner in awe. Quietly reposing on his pillow and staring back at him with those dampened hazel eyes, she was the most fascinating woman he'd known - and not just for one reason alone.
Darting her the most caring smile he could, Jalal wiped the lone tear from the side of her cheek - shaking his head with a comforting message 'No Jodha...don't...I wouldn't let anyone else touch you...'
'I know' she disclosed her reply through an emotionally charged-up glare. She was determined. She would do everything in her power to never let such a thing happen again. If it was her mind, her body and her soul, then why couldn't SHE decide who she was going to share it with? She was no toy for perverts like Shareef to ogle at and tease as per their wishes. She was no lifeless commodity for rogues like the stalker to control and abuse as they pleased. She didn't even want to be society's pawn and traded off into rishtas with the Rishabhs and Saurabhs! She was Jodha singh and she wanted to be with the one she chose for herself 'I don't want anyone else to touch me...' she told herself 'Ever again!'
Following the short period of silence, his face began gliding down from her resplendent features to move towards her body. She hurriedly re-shut her eyes - her heartbeats charging-on in a maddened rush. Along with the silhouette of his face, she could sense something cold touching her skin too - it was the metal from his silver Taweez - sliding down her face, her neck and then her form. This taweez that hung around his neck was a Holy charm that always stayed concealed inside his shirts. It was a personal talisman that he never let the world see - and yet today, it was part of her world. Knowing this made her feel like she was his 'home' - recognizing the speciality of this intimate moment was bliss in itself.
Just then, she felt his jawline approaching the slender expanses of her hips. For a flash, her mind was about to succumb to a panic attack. She consequently recalled how the stalker had groped her there with all his might. However, the scare was thankfully short-lived. She didn't cringe to the effects. She was more self-assured now. On the contrary, she was able to savour the marvels of her man's skilful foreplays on her midriff - the ticklish quivers as a consequence of his moustache grazing her curves and the exciting pangs rising from his soft nibbles around her waistline.
He simultaneously let his fingers work their charms on her legs, making mischief around the sensitive spots on the soft-sides of her legs and gently sweeping past her knees. The passionate adventure pushed her to the edge and back many times over 'I...I...' her voice was parched as the tingling vibes sent her on a sequence of shudders.
'Yes?' he teased in reply, wondering if she had it in her to finish what she was trying to say. When she didn't, he cast a sly glance aside for his answer instead - noticing how she was feverishly twirling a finger around the creases of his sheets in response to the devilry of his fingers. His urges kindled further, he rose up and slowly came over her. Skidding his hand behind her back till his palms reached the blouse hooks, his let his thumb play on and around the fasteners for a while - waiting and watching for her reaction at close quarters as he did so.
'Jalal' she hummed on a low note when the reluctant recollection of how the stalker had almost torn off her blouse hooks revisited her psyche. She'd been strong so long - but a fresh bout of tears emerged from her eyes at this point - even though she'd tried fighting them off to the best of her might. Perceiving her state of mind at once, he waited for her to recover from the flashbacks - supportively tending to her in his arms all along.
He waited patiently - waited for the red on her cheeks to outdo the red of her discarded saree like before. He waited for her breaths to hasten in enthusiasm instead of in apprehension - as they had until had a minute ago. He waited for her to feel aroused again and not be afraid anymore - and he would wait for as long as it took if it meant she'd feel normal again...
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Clutching the blanket in an attempt to preserve her modesty for as long as she could, the abashed young lady continued facing away from him with her face half-buried in the pillow she was resting on. She was adamant. She wasn't going to give in so easily. She wasn't going to spin over. So what if he was trying all ploys he could to get her to yield? So what if he was so skilful a lover that suppressing her desires was becoming an increasingly difficult task? She couldn't get herself to turn towards him - not in that state of exposure.
Suddenly, she sensed something on her back. Having moved her long tresses to one side, he began doing something there.
'Is he drawing designs?' she wondered since she could feel his fingers sketching something - and then it struck her thereon 'No... he's tracing some words on my back...he's writing me a sms message...'
Well, he'd tried bribing. He'd tried sweet-talking. He'd spoiled her rotten with plenty of tender foreplay too. However, since her spell of bashfulness had gone on for longer than expected, he'd resorted to some good old Jalal charm to do the trick. Grinning at the sensually smooth back that he'd been gazing at for a while now, he shifted close to start working his magic upon her.
'H-e-y...b-e-a-u-t-i-f-u-l...' she tried deciphering his words he was tracing on her back
'How r things ur side of d bed?' she bit her lip in amusement as she 'felt' the messages being drawn
'My side of the d bed is getting very quiet n lonely' she started giggling
'So want to join me on this side?' she giggled some more, impressed by his finger-tracing abilities
'Wow' he thought when he heard that delectable laughter that he'd been missing for so long. That alone made it all worthwhile. Shifting even closer thereafter, he let his nose and lips enjoy the feel of her velvety skin for a short trance before laying his face on her back. Closing his eyes, he slid his hands around to embrace her petite self in his folds as he told her what he felt 'You know Jo, you're so unbelievably captivating... I've always wondered if maybe...God's been a bit too partial to you...'
A smile came over her lips. She loved it - be it the effect of his flattery, the sensations of his gruff cheeks or the feeling of being wrapped in the confines of his warm embrace. She felt like she'd just gone to heaven. With every inch of his musculature lined up against every inch of skin on her back, she relished the notions of how strong her man was. In that cosy little haven that she was nestled in now, she felt so loved and protected. She felt so safe 'No one would ever dare to lay a hand upon me again...'
Some dreamy minutes thus and she gradually flipped over to face him - her eyes not shut now. It was the first time in her life that she was going to be with a man that way, but the man she was going to be with was the man she'd chosen for herself.
'My God' he subconsciously drew in a sharp breath in awe as he came to face with her ethereal femininity for the first time. His already raging hormones instantaneously spiked up in an avalanche of reckless surges. As it is, it'd been torturous enough holding back for so long - any more and it'd be the death of him. Wasting no further time, he interlocked his fingers in hers and gently pinned them down as he began losing himself in the beauty of her womanly form. There was not a part of her that wasn't worth adoring. Well, he'd always imagined she'd be enchanting - but truly, she was something else altogether. Maybe a celestial nymph from another world?
As he went about lovingly taking possession of her, he took it upon himself to study her body language at the very same time. He understood what made her mould into his arms. He knew what drove her giddy with pleasure. He observed what caused her to stiffen up in nervousness. He sensed what made her toes curl in ecstasy and he used all of that knowledge to drive her even wilder. He teased her by not letting go of her hands as he made rapturous love to her and freed her only just as she became near-breathless in delirious fits of desire. He let her experience all sorts of pleasures that her shielded-inexperienced self never even knew existed - at least, not till that night of course!
'Jalal' she cursed him at some point thereon 'I don't know when I fell in love with the devil incarnate...but looks like I have...'
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'Huh...' startled, she winced in pain as she felt him for the first time within. She hadn't expected it to feel this uncomfortable.
Jalal stopped to observe her, a mellow frown gracing his brows 'Jo...' he stroked her forehead empathetically 'I'm being as gentle as can be... but, it's generally not very comfortable in the first instance...' he paused 'So, I understand if you don't want to take it any further than this...'
The entranced young lady remained quiet, gazing at his eyes - attempting to grasp the extent of his affections upon her. No! There was no pain he could give that could be greater than the ugly pains she'd already gone through. In fact, she was certain there was no way her man could give her any pain at all. Her glances trailed back to their symbol of 'marriage' sitting on her ring finger - he was her better half - her soul mate - her life-partner! All she knew was that he cared for her like none other could. All she knew was that this was the man she wanted to be with forever - and in her overwhelmed mind now - every moment longer that she spent with him, meant a moment less that someone could take her away from him.
She continued beholding her charming man with unbroken stares - and it was from the enamoured haze now misting her eyes that he derived his answers thereon.
'Jalal' she grimaced when she felt him again - but she held him tight and let him take the lead.
She wasn't wrong in trusting him to do right, because before long - her discomfort had morphed into pleasantness. Pleasantness into pleasure. Pleasure into euphoria. Before long, the besotted couple found themselves burning to be with one another like never before. Nothing could keep them apart even for a second thence as they indulged in making intense love - and for as long as they could make it happen.
Yes, their bodies were still sore from the horrid encounters, their minds still tormented by many-a-worry and their hearts still fearing for each other's safety. However, they both tried to recuperate through their togetherness that led to this touching aftermath. They both sought respite from a harrowingly adverse calamity through this spontaneous outburst of emotions. Undoubtedly, it was a poignant hour in their lives - an hour so poignant that resulted in uniting them by mind, soul and form.
'We're meant to be together...' she teared-up at the end of it all, watching him rest his forehead on her bare shoulder as he tried catching up on his breath 'Together forever...'
'Yes...' he heaved into her ears as they came towards the conclusion of this blissful journey 'We are...'
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'Jodha' he gently called out to her for the second time around - but no reply came. Surprised, he flung the turkish towel that he'd been wiping his face with onto one side and leaned over to check if she was just playing a prank - or if she really was fast asleep.
Yes, she was in deep sleep! He couldn't believe it. His trip to the washroom had barely lasted five minutes and she'd already disappeared into a far far world of her own? He picked up the mobile from his bedside table - 11:30 pm!
'It's getting late for you...' he muttered 'Don't you have to leave?' well, the guy did feel like a merciless prick saying this to her - trying to awaken her from her slumber so he could ask her to leave his home at midnight. More so, after what they'd just shared - but he had to do it for her own sake. Her family would go berserk if she didn't reach on time and the cutoff she'd been given - with a lot of extra coaxing - was 12:00!
'Jodha' he touched her shoulder to try and wake her up once more - but she didn't budge. She was knackered! Undoubtedly, the testing day and events had taken its toll on her. So, the few moments of rest that she looked like she desperately needed - she was getting now!
'Fine... my sleeping beauty...' he kissed her forehead 'Catch up on a few winks...I'll set an alarm for 11:45...'
Once he'd switched on the alarm in his mobile phone, he picked up the AC remote and increased the temperature in the room. Her shoulders had been icy cold to the touch and he knew how much she hated the artificially cold blast of AC air. Flicking open another bedsheet from the foot of his bed thereafter, he pulled it all the way up to her neck - before crawling onto the mattress to take his place beside her.
Enchanted by her tranquil state, he surveyed her restful features in silence for a while - his hand entwined in hers as he did so. She was thoroughly unaware of it, but her face now had a discernible afterglow - something that reflected how happy she was. There was a mild smile on her lips that showed how much she was at peace. His girl had finally found her 'home'. As though hypnotized by what he was seeing, his eyes gradually started feeling a lot heavier than they had felt a few minutes ago
'I'll never let anyone harm you again Jo' he spoke to his fast-asleep girl 'You gifted me the greatest gift ever when you trusted me to help you come out of this ordeal...' his sleepy voice was becoming hoarse 'I am touched by the leap of faith you showed in me today... when you asked me to take you through this... help you feel like a woman again...this, despite your personal beliefs...' he stifled a upcoming yawn 'I'll never let you down...I'll...' he yawned again 'I'll neve...'
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