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Posted: 9 years ago

OSR PART 28

The first pangs of love feel

As delightful as the first rays of the sun peeping out of those little blue clouds

As cute as purple butterflies hovering over the first flowers of spring

As adorable as the morning dew drops trickling off those glossy green leaves

Pause, right there!

These 'common' lines on first pangs of love couldn't be more off the mark if it was the story of Jodha Singh and Jalal Muhammed that was being described. The newfound love of this interesting couple that'd just kick-started, was something else altogether!

Now, THEIR first pangs of love felt more like

The liberating sensation felt when jumping off a cliff with nothing but a parachute on one's back

The exhilarating tingle felt during a splash of cold water on a scorching summer's noon

The breathtaking awe felt when diving down into the deep ocean

Simply put, Jalal and Jodha ENJOYED the invigorating feeling of being 'in love'.

Actually, almost everyone else at college loved this handsome pair for being 'in love' too. If nothing else; this filmy hate-to-love tale between an enticingly fiery junior and an adored popular senior provided enough fodder to keep the gossip mills at SRI running!

Everywhere the latest buzz seemed to be about them 'Did they?' 'Didn't they?' 'Would they?' 'Wouldn't they?'

Canteen lunch hours turned out to be the worst for the famous couple - they constantly found themselves at the focus of attention thanks to their group's relentless tease-fests.

However inspite of all that group fun, it was their meetings after college that both seemed to relish the most - and why not!  

After all, their personal relationship was about being passionate without the need for jealousy to spur it on. They preferred arguing over theorems and economic policies rather than girlfriend-boyfriend insecurities! Their vibrant conversations were all about artful flirting while still remaining graceful throughout. Most importantly, their dates were all about having a wild time without losing their sensibilities while doing so.

For instance; on one evening they'd set out to make elaborate dinner plans and landed at a posh restaurant. Yet when there, they'd ordered nothing but three courses of dessert - since they weren't in the mood for anything else on the menu!

On another day, they'd just casually walked out of a not-very-interesting movie barely thirty minutes after it'd started

'But, you've paid for the movie tickets Jalal...waste of money, na' she'd said

'As it is I've wasted my money Jo...better not waste my time too' he'd winked

He'd opened her eyes to a wider horizon in life! He'd gently nudged the girl to come out of her shell and feel like a woman. He'd changed the formal smiles on her face into lively giggles. He'd shown her that it was all right to enjoy life - that it was all right to stop being Ms Goody Goody every now and again - that it wasn't wrong to break rules once in a while and be a little mischievous just for the sake of.

She'd begun realizing how much she'd missed out in life by choosing not to fall in love for so long. Nevertheless, it'd meant to happen when the right guy came along and who could be closer to Mr.Right for her than Jalal?

Similarly, she'd subtly broadened his priorities in life too! She'd somehow made him admit that 'Ganne ka juice' and 'Nimboo paani' could be better alternatives to 'beer' - at least, occasionally! A couple of Hindi melodies had magically made their way into his otherwise all-English playlist - and he was even managing to appreciate them. She'd shown him how malls needn't be the only fun date venues around - that Amal old age home was just as lively too.

One such 'different' date he'd experienced - in fact, one he'd organized himself, thanks to her - was for an occasion that was very important to him. 

It fell on a day about a month after it'd all started...

14th March

THE MUHAMMED BUNGALOW - ON THE PORCH

'Koi tho kholo yaar' he mused under his breath, while waiting on the steps outside the ornate wooden door of his bungalow - what a day to have forgotten to take the house keys along?

'Its ok Jalal...' she smiled reassuringly 'You'd said Ammi's not at home na...so maybe Shantamma's busy...she'll come...'    

'Yeah right' he thought to himself. He really did not need any more misadventures for then! As it is, he'd had to shell most of his grand schemes for the day - what little he'd planned better not go any more pear-shaped than it already had!  

'No gifts...no birthday bash...no fancy restaurants...and nothing too far away, since I have to get home on time to celebrate the rest of the eve with my family' had been the 'few' conditions she'd put forth when he'd set about making plans. Nope, she hadn't left him with very many options!

Nevertheless, he HAD managed to think up something and pleasantly surprised her on this special day that was her 23rd birthday!

'Hey' she muttered, slipping her hand around her boyfriend's elbow 'I enjoyed the whole tour...'

Balancing the cake box in one hand, he cast her a glance. It was obvious from the dreamy twinkle in her eyes that she was still revelling in 'The tour'. That the picnic he'd planned thereafter had to be abandoned - what with the park having turned out to be a mosquito paradise - hadn't disappointed her in the least. Nor was she bothered that the specially-ordered cake hadn't been cut yet - the suffocating traffic on the way back meant he couldn't take a detour to any other picnic spot.

'You know Jalal' she continued - aware of what was running on his mind 'I've visited the Golconda Fort before...but, today was undoubtedly special... walking through the stone structures with my hand in yours...glimpsing at the majestic monument... and then at sunset...catching a view of the entire city of Hyderbad from the top while standing beside you...it was magical...'

Her words worked like a charm and he found himself uplifted in no time. With a boyish wink, he put his arm around her shoulder 'Well, WHATEVER makes Ms Singh happy...makes this fella happy too!'

Nodding her head in playful approval, she then made a note of the time on her watch. It was getting late and she needed to get going in the next twenty minutes - at the latest!

Following another round of bell-ringing from both, Jodha stepped back  and folded her arms - waiting for someone to attend to the door. As she resumed her casual chatter with Jalal during the subsequent wait, a round-ish pebble on the ground caught her attention. Unbeknown to her, she commenced toying it with her feet sometime thereafter. Shuffling the pebble to and fro, she'd even mentally set herself an aim - that is, to score a goal between two flower pots, a short distance away.

Soon enough, Jodha was kicking the stone about with increased vigour - not realizing when her focus had steadily shifted away from the conversation. After all, the new pastime she'd just discovered was an excellent way to while time.

Having been watching her actions with delight so long, Jalal eventually decided to butt into the game - the lure of a pretend football match with his beloved was too tempting!

'Stop it Jalal' she hit his arm, when he'd managed to tackle the stone away from her thereon 'That's cheating...it was my game'

'But, that's no way to play it...' he teased her - knowing it'd only annoy her more 'Shall I show you how its done...'

'No thanks...' Jodha nearly nudged him away - she needed no 'expert' advice right then 'MY pebble...MY game...MY rules...so, I'll play it whichever way I want...'

'Don't push me...' the amused senior mocked, perceiving how competitive she was getting 'Cake gir jaayegaa'

The short scuffle that ensued between the two was adorably sporty - featuring irked frowns from the losing junior and victorious smirks from the winning senior. Thankfully, the compound walls of Bungalow number 23 were tall enough to shield them from the street or they'd have had an audience by then.  

A few minutes later, Jalal was about to take advantage of the game during a momentary lull, but Jodha had had enough. Since the skilled athlete had an unfair advantage over her, she'd decided that she had every right to do something drastic to win too. In a flash, the unwitting man found himself startled by some hilarious sensations - his ribs were being tickled by her fingers as she fought her way through. By the time Jalal could overcome the underhanded tactics - she'd swiftly grabbed the opportunity, kicked the stone and scored a goal.

'Ouch' she winced a second later and then, 'Yayyy' she shouted aloud. Yeah, she'd bruised her leg a bit, but what was more important was that she'd won!  

'Oy that's a foul...' he chuckled at her cute victory dance, while taking support of the pillar to balance himself

'Whatever...but I still won...'

'Jodha' he suddenly grimaced with concern - he'd noticed the blood oozing from her toe 'You've hurt yourself'

'Yeah...yeah...' she dismissed his woes 'Sandals and salwar are not the ideal 'football' dress code...I know!'

Just then, their banter was interrupted when the entrance door finally opened. An excited Robbie immediately strutted out to greet his friends - a pleasant middle-aged lady followed suit. Catching sight of the maid who'd finally made her entry, the much-relieved Jalal bowed down to her - like one would to royalty 'Oh! Dhanya ho Shantamma...dhanya ho...we've only been waiting here for 15 minutes, you know!'

Abashed by her overlook and even more so by his theatrics, the lady scratched her head sheepishly 'Sorry...sorry ayya...Madam is out...Balaji has gone to the shops...and I was in the bathroom...'

'Jalal' Jodha gently prodded him - biting her lip so she didn't end up giggling at the funny scene between master and maid 'Come on...I WANT to cut the cake NOW...'

He turned to her with an I'm-not-amused look 'Let's tend to your foot first...'

'No let's tend to my cake first...' she covered her forehead, pretending to be exhausted 'I'm STARVING after having played such a gruelling game...'

'W...what...' he broke out into a chuckle, entertained by her cute tantrum 'Fine...fine'

THE MUHAMMED BUNGALOW - THE STUDY

'Hmmm' she mumbled in quiet ecstasy - licking the last bits of chocolate cream from her fingers while watching the video of her quiet birthday party that he'd just recorded on his mobile. Swishing around on the large office armchair, she continued admiring the lovely scenes in the clipping - Jalal, Shantamma and Robbie looked so adorable cheering her ceremony in their own sweet ways!

'Hey' he came up from behind - gently stopping the spinning chair so he could lean over her shoulder. Observing the video along with her for a few seconds, he indicated to Jodha's picture 'Doesn't she look beautiful?'

'Uh huh!' she mumbled

She didn't have to glance his way for him to discern the hot flush that'd just crept on her cheeks 'Happy Birthday Jodha!' he sung into her ears

Tickled by his warm breath, she swung the recliner around to face him - making an attempt to divert her boyfriend from the mischievous intentions running in his mind 'Do you know...its nearly a month now?'

'I know' he nodded - well aware of her games. Nevertheless, he slipped the mobile off her hand so they could go back to their first set of texts and relive it together

Once he'd come across the smses, he showed her the screen and started flicking message-after-message

'Yup Jalal! That's why I hate it when I turn out to b WRONG ... and u turn out to b RIGHT!

'Now, got ur answer? Have a safe and peaceful trip!'  

'How was the flight'

'Hope u r having a gd time in Mum...how did ur meeting go?'

'Miss u too...btw, my frnds are driving me mad with questions...'

'Whn r u arriving?'

'Early? How early do u want me to be at clg tomorrow morn?'

'Baap re!' Jodha exclaimed as she went through her initial formal-ish texts 'I can't believe I was so bholi till a month back...' she knitted her brows 'And now YOU...you've totally corrupted my innocent mind'

'And I love myself for it' he finished with a devilish smirk. Persevering with their young fun, Jalal leaned over the armrests of her recliner and moved closer - staring at her hazel eyes

Observing his dashing features that was hovering just above hers, she admitted in a low tone 'You know, I can't believe you've still saved ALL my texts!'

'Why?'

'Cos I've deleted all of yours...'

'What?' he studied her expression wondering if she was pulling his leg. When he recognized that she wasn't, the senior was mildly taken aback by the candid confession 'Why so?'

'Well...' she went on to play with his collar 'I realized I''m taking things very coolly Jalal...our phonecalls, our dates, I've been returning home later than usual...Bhaiyya has started growing suspicious... so, its better I delete the texts and emails in case he checks...' she paused 'Remember our plans? We have to lay low till I finish my MBA...'

'Yup' he sighed understandingly

'Anyway, I know them all by-heart' she disclosed with confidence 'At least the special ones'

'Like?'

'Fine' she shot off - repeating what she could from memory 'The first one was...'

'Good morning my love, how are you...looking forward to the start of a new day, start of a new phase and start of a new us''

'Mumbai is Mumbai...the same as always...but, I'm definitely different now'

'Can't wait to get back...look you in the eye and hear you say something I'm waiting to hear...'

'Wow!' he raised his eyebrow in awe, while she pursued 'And oh yeah...one of my favourites'

'Hey Jo...I saw something and it reminded me of what I feel right now...

If only I could freeze the time when I am WITH you...and fastforward the time that I'm NOT'

'Ok...ok I get the jist' Jalal blushed mildly - he WAS impressed.

After a few frozen seconds of a sensual silence between the pair, he exhaled deeply and forced himself to come away from her hypnotizing presence 'It has been long enough...let's get your cut treated first...septic ho jaayega'

Sitting up on her armchair at once, she brushed his worries off 'Jalal...chintaa mat karo theek ho jayega...' she made a quick attempt to divert his attention from the cut on her feet 'By the way, why don't you teach me how to record a video in your mobile...' fiddling around with the phone in her hand, she identified the icons 'Oh...I think I found the settings'

While Jodha leaned forth to place the phone on his desk and pressed 'record', Jalal viewed her reactions warily - before going ahead to do what needed to be done anyway.

Grabbing the first aid box off the table, he kneeled down to took a look at the wound and picked her feet up. However, just as he was about to commence cleaning the wound - Jodha curled her toes back at once 'Jalal chodo please...' she paused uncomfortably 'Fine...I'll do it myself...'

He looked up at her with a sceptical frown 'Jo...you have a boyfriend now...why don't you take advantage of him once in a while?'

She giggled 'Trust me, I have NOOO issues taking advantage of you...but...'

'But?' he pressed on inquisitively 'What's it?'

'Just that I'm really...really...really ticklish...'

Ahaa - so that was what it was! She was ticklish! A mild smile escaping his lips, he reverted his attention to the injury.

While he calmly went about dressing the wound, she had to invest all of her energy to control herself from squirming every which way - so he could be done with it as soon as possible.

'Phew' she breathed a massive sigh of relief once he'd plastered the bandage upon it - that is, till she'd caught the 'new' expressions on his face when he'd glanced back up!

'W...what?' she stuttered in growing alarm. Why had his smiles just turned into deviant grins? 'N...no' she gasped as she quickly realized what he was up to - he was planning to seek revenge for what she'd done to him during their football match! So, his mind had been formulating this devious plan, while blissfully unaware SHE had been having her foot treated!

'You better not get any weird ideas Jalal, I tell you...' she warned him with a funny glare - planning her escape strategy as she did so 'Jalal...stop...'

Hastily blocking her route of escape, Jalal gazed at her with the most mischievous look he'd ever given her yet!

Taking note of how he was gliding closer and closer, she tried playfully pushing  him away 'N...no...Jaalllaaal...you better not...n...o'

However; before long, he'd overcome her defences and gently arrested her wrists within his palm to begin the tickle-a-thon  

'S...stop' she laughed

'Arre...yaar' she laughed a bit more 'This is all getting recorded...first, let's stop the video'

'N...nooo...Jalllaaal' she laughed a lot more

'Koi sun lega Jalal' she laughed uncontrollably 'Basss ab...'

Anyhow, all protests had fallen on deaf ears and it was a good three minutes, before he decided to let go.

With their laughter finally showing signs of abating, the breathless pair slumped back on the backrest in respite. Squashed together on that grand armchair, they caught up on their breath for a short while - facing one another all along.

As the two of them lay still, continuing to survey the other - their amused stares gently turned into more mellow gazes

'Thank you' she whispered softly 'For making my 23rd birthday so memorable...'

'Don't worry' he winked 'I'll make your 43rd birthday just as lovely too'

'And my 63rd?' she gushed

'Yeah...' he sighed jovially 'As long as you'll be able to hop around a fort so briskly then!'

While she sniggered in response, he observed her - sensing the sparks of mutual attraction simmering between them. After a brief spell of calm, he began caressing the contours of her face with his fingers. Tracing the borders of her temple, his fingertips smoothly skid down to her cheek and then her chin. Reading the subsequent emotions in her eyes, Jalal took her by surprise a moment later. For the first time, he'd gradually let his fingers run over the outline of her lips - longing to know how it'd feel if his met hers.  

Tingled by the suddenly unfamiliar sensations his gesture gave rise to, Jodha found her lips going numb. Overcome by an unforeseen rush of nervousness, she subconsciously flinched away - a bit - and that was when she caught sight of the silent guest who'd been monitoring them so long

'Jalal' she called out to snap him out of his trance, indicating towards the door with a chuckle 'Dekho tho...we're being watched'

Curious, he turned around and came to face with their unexpected visitor. The observant pet had just resumed wagging his tail - wondering if he could be a part of the strange games his master was up to too!

'Robbie' Jalal broke out into a bout of abashed grins 'When did you get here, yaar?'

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THE UNIVERSITY - JODHA'S CLASSROOM

It was nearing the end of a long day. The class was abuzz with a full attendance. Word had gone around that Prof Ram Charan was to be late for his lecture. With circumstances being so, one could imagine the ambience of a classroom - it was NOISY!

Various groups of friends had very many things to catch up on and HER group was no different either!

In the first ten minutes, they'd covered more mundane discussions like the upcoming 1st semester exams, make-up tips and family issues. Obviously, the more 'important' topics were yet to follow.

'Girls...' Payal sighed, setting her phone down once she'd finished replying to her last sms 'Maan's just sent us a reminder...Holi party at his place on 17th at 5pm...bhoolna mat!'

'Sure...'

'Yup'

'By the way' a worried Meera abruptly recalled something she'd been meaning to enquire 'Jodha, I forgot to ask...you didn't hear from the anonymous texter on your birthday, right?'

'No...' she revealed with mild relief, a few seconds later

'Thank God...' Payal commented in a low tone - lest someone overheard them. She paused hesitantly 'I tell you, I still think it's Shareef doing this...'

'Well...' Jodha remained unconvinced 'He spiked my drink, but I'm not sure he's the texter yaar...I mean...I doubt he'd send me such a stupid message just two days after being expelled!' she cast a sly glance at the guy seated on the last bench 'For a while, I suspected Anoop...but...'

'Nahin' Meera argued 'Anoop ek lallu hai.. he can't do this...the whole college knows about the spiking thing so it could be anyone yaar...'

'But, remember...' Jodha interrupted - on a very grim note 'This guy knew about Jalal and I getting together even BEFORE the rest of the college did!'

'Yeah!' Payal exclaimed in near-horror 'I'm certain he's following you around...'

'Or maybe its someone from OUR OWN group who's keeping tabs on everything happening in my life' Jodha thought silently - but then, she couldn't get herself to say it aloud. How could she? How could she tell her own friends that she had started suspecting one amongst their own? How could she admit that she was growing increasingly cautious of one of Jalal's friends themselves? That lately, ONE  particular face popped up quite often whenever she wondered about the texter's identity!

Since she knew Maan for long and since Salim seemed too committed to his long-term girlfriend - that left her with only one option

'Abdul'

No doubt, the chap always came across like the darling-of-the-group. No doubt he's Jalal's best buddy of 15 years - but, what if he harboured some dark secrets too? Anyway, these were faint suspicions and loose theories that she couldn't share with anyone - not with her group - and ESPECIALLY not with Jalal. At least, not until she had some form of proof to back her doubts!

'Anyhow, Jodha' Meera spoke up - detecting how her friend suddenly looked so lost 'Stay safe... you're still not planning to tell your family about this?'

'Pagal ho?' Jodha smirked 'The last text had such disgusting things to say about Jalal...there's no way I can show that to my parents yaar...besides, he has spoken to his uncle and he should get back to us with the address of the owner sometime soon...'

Instantly noting how the very mention of 'Jalal' brought about a soft twinkle in her eyes, Meera decided to move on to the other 'important' topic they were yet to broach. As it is, the texter-discussions had depressed their temperaments - the fresh theme should lighten everyone's spirits again

'Jodha' Meera cleared her voice - with renewed vigour 'Ye sab chod...you still haven't told us what HE got you yesterday...'

'Oh yesss' Payal's mood perked-up 'Now THIS is more like it! Tell us...come on...come on'

'Well...' breaking out into a faint blush, the hesitant young lady took a short while to speak up - evidently, Meera's change-of-topic had elevated her frame of mind in no time 'He took me to Golconda fort... then we went to his place...and I...' perceiving how their excited smiles had swiftly morphed into confused frowns, she stopped

'W...what?' Payal looked at Meera to ensure she wasn't the only one reacting so and then turned back to face Jodha 'Are you serious?'

'I can't believe it' Meera winced 'A sightseeing tour was your gift?'

'Hey' Jodha tried explaining 'Because...I...'

'Shyea...' Payal remarked - not letting the girl elaborate 'And I'd expected the guy to be more generous...'

'Arre' Jodha made another attempt to justify, but she was cut short again

'Same here Payal...' Meera nodded 'I expected better too...silver Audi mein ghoomta hai...and he wraps up his girlfriend's birthday saste mein!'

****************Edited by Anushka8722 - 9 years ago
Posted: 9 years ago

OSR PART 29

'Silver Audi mein ghoomta hai...and he wraps up his girlfriend's birthday saste mein!'

'What?' Jodha raised a brow in near-disbelief. By this point, she'd understood what her pals were up to - they were ridiculing Jalal to get a reaction out of her!

'No bouquet...' Payal scoffed

'No jewellery...no gifts...' Meera scoffed 'Kyaa yaar...even WE got you a beautiful perfume...'

'Very funny' Jodha scoffed them back

'No grand dinner'

'No parties...no nothing'  

'Basss now both of you!' she finally interrupted - albeit, with restraint. Yeah yeah, she knew she was falling for their girlish ploys but it was getting a bit unpleasant to hear them speak of him that way 'I was the one who refused the gifts and grand dinners ...Jalal was so disappointed when I told him that...'

'Don't defend him...' Meera taunted - carefully hiding her smiles that'd emerged at the sight of the now 'riled-up' Jodha

'Well...' Jodha dismissed their ongoing mind-games 'You guys know Jalal...he would have splashed out on something very costly and then I'll have to do the explaining at home! Besides, I'm not a big fan of showy gifts... I love our history, so he planned for a tour around the fortress...I'd asked him to gift me memories and he did JUST that!' her voice had such pride by the end of that revelation

'Memories...like?' Meera asked, unable to mask her delight anymore - the cute annoyance on Jodha's face while hearing ill of Jalal, was such a stark contrast to the Jodha who despised the very guy five months ago!

'Memories like...your first kiss, maybe?' Payal helped her out

'W...what' Jodha became wide-eyed, turning five shades pinker within the span of a second 'You girls are mental...'

'Ahaaa!' Payal had noted how hastily Jodha had jumped to her defense on that one 'Yess... I knew it ... kuch tho hua hai...'

'Nahi yaar' an embarrassed Jodha laughed off their guesswork 'Stop cooking up such scenarios...you know me na...'

'Actually Jodha' Meera winked 'I can't claim to KNOW you any more...you're NOT the same Jodha you were once ...tum tho chupa rustam banti jaa rahi ho...' watching her best pal's confused frowns in response to that frank comment of hers, Meera was quick to explain 'Hey...yaar...I meant that in a good way...you seem so 'normal' now...we LOVE it... we also love pulling your leg about it...'

'Yeah, we're sadistic that way...' Payal hi-fived Meera 'The best part is where we catch you slyly flirting with Jalal and then you mask it...or at least, you think you do...'

'God, you both!' Jodha exclaimed - the two devils-in-the-guise-of-friends were having a field day at her expense. Unable to hide the extent of her abashment any longer, she fretted aloud 'And I didn't even realize how obvious I've been making it all...silly me...'

'No pagal...' the girls giggled at her adorable expressions 'We both spot these little changes only cos we're your best mates...'

'It's not like you think...you both are absolutely charming when together...'

'Besides... you acting a bit girly around that amazing guy of yours, only makes you look more human!'

'Hmmm' she mused. They had a point - why feel embarrassed about the 'new and modified' Jodha? What was wrong in acting a bit unlike her usual self - the changes were just a normal by-product of falling in love!

'Right...' she joined them, a second later - this time with a spirited wink herself 'Nothing wrong...in being a bit of a tease, is there?'

'Nope!' the friends shook their heads in sync 'NOTHING wrong...'

'By the way' Meera spoke up soon after - bringing up the only remaining 'important' topic that was yet to be discussed 'Since we're talking of flirting with boyfriends, Jo... I see you've bought yourself some lovely new heels...'

'Any chance Jalal likes heels?'

'Oh!' so, the expected question had ultimately popped up. She cast a quick glimpse at the sleek brown pair on her feet and then back up at them. Just as she was about to retort with the usual resounding NO, Jodha thought better of it and gave up any futile attempt of denial 'Yeah yeah...Jalal likes them...' she admitted with a faint blush 'But wait' she interrupted their premature celebrations 'I have been meaning to try out this style myself too... to see what the fuss was all about!'

'Fine...fine...we get the point...'

'So, what did he say when he saw them?'

She grinned, with an air of confidence 'I'm sure he'll like them when he gets to see them...he hasn't seen them yet...' she paused 'Today, I have to rush home to help bhabhi with Holi preparations...I'll surprise him on Monday...at the Holi party...'

'Monday?' 'Surprise him now na...'

'NOW? Arre he's in a lecture now...' just then, she noticed their indications towards the mobile nestled in her hand. The hints got her thinking. Wondering if she should follow up on the seeds of mischief they'd planted in her mind, she bit her lip playfully 'Kuch masti ho jaaye?'

'Go on' Meera's eyes widened

'Of course yaar...'

Wasting no further time; Jodha modelled her pretty feet elegantly, flaunting her new heels - and then took a snap of it in her mobile. Spurred on by her excited troupe, she typed in a message - before she sending the photo to the intended recipient

'Bought these y'day after I got home...since I wont be meeting u after classes today, sending u the pic now...how do they look?'

'God you girls' she chuckled uneasily once it'd been sent 'You're making me do the weirdest things...'

No sooner than another round of hi-fives had gone round amongst the chirpy group, she received a message alert on her phone. It was from him! She opened it eagerly

'Wow! Are those shoes sexy or what...n Jo, why r u being such a tease when u know I'm in a lecture and cant do anything bout it now...

Ab tum dekhna...I'll get back 4 this at Holi ;)'

Meera and Payal broke out into a bout of boisterous laughs

'You're done for Jodha...'

'Kitnaa sataati ho usse...tch tch'

'ME?' she glared at the naughty duo 'It's all cos of YOU both...'

Allowing the girls to have their brief moment of revelry, Jodha reread the message with a quiet sigh once again - a sportive grin creeping up on her lips by the end of it 'Get back for this at Holi, haan? Dekhte hain Jalal...dekhthe hain'

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March 17th

MAAN'S APARTMENT COMPLEX - THE TERRACE

'Wow!' she exclaimed, soon after she'd stepped off the elevator landing and into the terrace. What a sight the merry scenes playing out in front were. The bustling society in this posh apartment complex at Somajiguda definitely knew how to celebrate Holi - and in style! The grand arrangements set up under the shamiana in the expansive area, had plenty to cater to everyone's tastes. The variety of food on offer was endless, the dj-mixed songs being blasted on the speakers were incredible and most importantly - there was plenty of colour going around for everyone to splash about. No wonder HIS group preferred to hang out at this address during Holi every year!

'Hiii... come on in...' she heard a familiar voice calling out to her from the sea of faces  

Surveying the place for a few seconds, she spotted him approaching her thereafter 'Hey Abdul' she greeted him back. She could barely recognize him - what with layers of multihued powder having coated his face

'You're late Jo...'

'Had to finish celebrating Holi with my family at home...' by the time she'd ended that sentence her eyes were already looking for the one she'd been eagerly waiting to meet.

'Hi Jodha...'

'Hi yaar...come in...'

'Hiii'

'Welcome Jo'

'Wow guys...' she smiled at the rest of the group who'd swiftly joined them on noticing her arrival. What a mess they were - a delightful mess of colours, of course! 'You all look wonderful!' she smiled

'Yup! We've been having fun...' Maan nodded - and then he noted how her glances had reverted to making visual scans of other corners in the large terrace 'What are you searching for...' he enquired not-so-innocently

'Oh...' she laughed awkwardly 'Nothing...I...' she paused 'I mean...hasn't Jalal come?'

'Jalal kyun?' Abdul questioned 'We're all here na...'

'Yup' Salim joined in 'We assumed you'd come here to enjoy with us...'

'Are we not enough anymore?' Meera went all droopy-eyed

'Kyaa yaar...' Payal added 'I'm positively hurt now...'

'Kyaa?' Jodha shook her head in amusement - giving them all a 'Not again' look

'What kya?' Maan prodded her 'Jalal ko chodo...come on now...come with us...we'll have fun...he'll get here later...''

'I know...chalo...' Abdul pursued with their jesting by taking her hand and starting to lead her along.

However, as the young man did that - something struck her as unusual. Stopping in her tracks, she steadily wriggled her wrist out of his clasp. Puzzled by the resistance, he turned to face her thereon

'I'll walk by myself, Abdul' she explained softly

'Oh...ok...' Abdul acknowledged a moment later - perplexed if she'd mistaken his intentions since he'd meant no wrong.

Falling silent; Meera, Salim, Payal and Maan darted each other 'What's happening' stares. The odd exchange between Abdul and Jodha had only been a short one - yet, it was conspicuous enough to dampen the group's festivity for a few seconds.

Realizing the mild discomfort that'd made its way into the fun ambience - what with her reservations coming to play - Jodha broke out into a formal smile to make up for it 'I... I... mean... I...'

'Yeah yeah Jodha...' Abdul spoke up, in a hasty attempt to make it easier for her. The friendly chap was not one to let one second of unpleasantness ruin an otherwise good eve 'We know...we know... you're restless to meet Jalal, right?' turning around, he pointed to a far corner in the terrace - indicating to a distant lone figure amidst the crowds 'Can you see that guy sulking over there...standing close to the parapet wall.. the only one who hasn't played Holi yet...he's been waiting for you...so, go on!'   

'Thanks guys' she nodded cordially 'And sorry...I'll make it up to you all' she muttered under her breath. She had her own reasons for having acted funny then, but she couldn't help feeling bad for having come across like a spoilsport there!

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'Yayyy...' she nearly sprung up from behind - taking him by surprise 'Buraa na maano Holi hai'

'Arre...' he spun around - his cheeks now splattered with generous layers of red and yellow 'Hi Jodha...you're later than I thought you'd be...'

'Tch tch... ' she taunted his sober tone 'Mr. Romeo why mope here all alone... you should have played with the rest na...I told you I'll be late...now come onnn' she leapt forth once more and subjected him to a fresh bout of colour-smearing 'Let the games begin...'

'Arre basss... ho gaya na...'

'What basss?' she overrode his protests 'Worried that your Armani shirt is going to be all ruined?'

'Jo...' he tried defending himself from the affectionate deluge of colour being hurled at his shirt, but to no avail

'I'm not letting you get off lightly' she cackled 'I know you well enough... stop acting so seedha ...'

'Ok... enough...' he requested his enthused girlfriend a minute later, gently holding her hand down since she'd showed no signs of stopping 'Enough now...please...'

This time, she got the message.

Observing the unease in his eyes, Jodha questioned him sceptically 'What's wrong Jalal? I've come all the way to enjoy my first Holi with you and you're...' she stopped. Still harbouring the slightest doubt that he might be putting on a show just to make a fool out of her, she waited for a brief spell - cautiously studying his expressions throughout. However, by the end of that spell she could see it - something genuinely was troubling him 'What's going on Jalal? Kuch problem hai?'

'Oh...nothing...' he smiled faintly 'By the way, DCP uncle called up this morning... they've traced the address of the number...the anonymous texter...'

'Oh my God!' she swore as the reality hit her. No wonder he seemed so preoccupied!

'A...and!' her voice barely emerged thereafter. True, the news was to come out one day - but it was still just as unnerving when the time arrived. With him not replying for the subsequent few seconds, Jodha grew increasingly impatient 'And...tell me more...'

Exhaling deeply, Jalal leaned against the parapet wall 'The address belongs to some S.Sharma from Meerut...'

'What! Meerut?' did she hear right?

'Yup... Meerut...Uttar Pradesh!'

Jodha covered her mouth - she couldn't believe it. She didn't know whether to feel disheartened, angry, shocked or confused! Somehow, she'd always hoped that her stalker was someone she knew - maybe because a 'known' evil was better than an 'unknown' evil! With this disclosure, they were back to square one 'Urgggh'

'Maybe it's a false address or name?' she wondered aloud

He shrugged - the stress caused by the setback clearly evident on his face too 'Apparently, the sim card shop confirmed from their records that the person provided a ration card as proof of identity...so, I don't know...' his frowns became deeper 'Uncle put in a word... so, a local constable went to check...it seems that place has been empty for years... any further investigation can only be done if you file a complaint Jo...'

'Hey Bhagwan' she kneaded her temple in frustration 'Anyone from our group has family in Meerut?' the desperate junior was clinging at straws here. She looked up a second later, for his answer - and THAT was when she realized what she'd just mumbled

'From our group?' the alarmed senior remarked, still coming to terms with what he'd just heard 'Don't tell me you're suspecting someone from OUR group!'

Sighing in part-guilt for having sprung this upon him with no warning whatsoever, she made an earnest plea 'Don't mistake me Jalal...but I was only making guesses...' she fumbled for the right words to justify her hunches 'I...I mean this person seems to know too many things about you...about me...about us!'

He shook his head in shock - he couldn't perceive what'd just come over his girl 'Knows too many things about ME, Jodha?' he quizzed 'What are you saying? He's been MALIGNING me...and you're...'

'Ok...ok...ok' she put her palm up with an apologetic frown 'Sorry Jalal...that came out wrongly...' she started playing with her glass bangles agitatedly 'I.. I meant to say he knows everything about 'us'...'

'Firstly...' Jalal interrupted her 'NONE of our friends are Sharmas! Secondly, NONE are from UP! Salim is a Hyderabadi...besides, he's madly in love with Sana...I've known Abdul for 15 years...he doesn't have family outside Hyderabad either...I'm not sure about Meera, but isn't she from Mumbai?'

Jodha nodded mildly - her displeased boyfriend was obviously NOT in accordance with her loose theories on 'their group'. While she chose to remain quiet for the moment, he continued with conviction 'Renu's from Bangalore...Maan's from Jaipur ...and he's your family friend...Payal's from Delhi...I mean...what's making you suspect any of them?'

'I...I...' she closed her eyes and then turned away. She didn't want to say anything else for then - actually, she didn't HAVE anything else to say for then.

With her frustrations plain for him to see, his approach softened in an instant. Taking a step closer, the young man then went on to take her hand in his  'Hey...'

Casting his gesture a spontaneous glance, she subsequently looked ahead again - it was the first moment of tenderness they'd shared ever since she'd arrived. Used to being spoilt rotten by his unwavering attention, this aloof Jalal somehow bothered her. Nevertheless, she slipped her palm away - what with it being a public place and all.

Pausing for a moment, he turned his silent companion around by her shoulders - so she'd face him now

'Jalal' she gently objected to the proximity, casting a wary glance around them to make sure people - especially, Maan's parents - weren't watching

'I'm sorry...I didn't mean to come off strongly...' he resumed on a mellow note, not too bothered by their busy surroundings 'Please look at it this way Jo...we can't go about doubting our friends, unless we're EXTREMELY sure...' he paused 'Kal...if I learnt that Salim, Maan or Abdul suspected ME of sending their girlfriends lewd texts... it'd take me a very very long time to forgive them for it...' a tender frown emerged on his face 'Friendship is based on trust, and once trust is gone there's not much of friendship left...'

Having heard him out so long, Jodha studied his expressions closely for some time. She couldn't deny that he had a point. She'd never thought of it his way - maybe because she wasn't yet as closely affiliated to his friends as he was himself.

'No... you're right' she murmured soon after 'I'm sorry if my words hurt you...'

'Don't be silly...' he nudged her chin up 'Jo, I understand this is running in your mind forever...I agree it makes sense to be extra cautious... I also understand that you don't know these guys as well as I do, but I think you are getting a bit carried away with this latest theory...and its not advisable to do that without any concrete proof ' observing her shifting expressions, he continued warmly 'Nevertheless, I'm mighty glad you told me what's on your mind instead of letting it fester and boil inside you... at least we can work through this together...' following a short pause, he folded his arms with confidence 'And as for this creep Sharma...why don't we request the Dean...we could maybe access our college records to...'

'To see if the name and address matches with any of our batch mates...' she completed the sentence for him.

The mild smile that'd started reappearing on her face just turned into something more spirited. She was touched by his sensibilities - impressed by how he'd handled the delicate 'friends' issue. What she'd feared would turn out to be a bone of contention between them, had been settled by him on a more positive note. How lucky was she to have landed herself someone so thoughtful!

'You know Jalal' she spoke up once the discussion had reached its end 'It's a pity we're meeting HERE today... in this party' she indicated towards the crowds 'Warnaa...'

'Warnaa...' he asked, mystified by her words and the fresh lop-sided grins. Then, he read the mischief in her eyes 'Warna?' he raised his brow inquisitively

She giggled, letting her glances convey her sweet sentiments 'If it was somewhere quieter... I'd have given you a long long hug just for being who you are...'

'Wow!' his eyes widened in surprise when he decoded the message 'Really?'

She nodded playfully 'Yes' - and he broke out into his first hearty chuckle of the day

Catching him truly enjoying himself at that instance, it dawned upon her that the real Jalal had finally returned to her - the one who'd gone amiss for so long

'Wow' she surmised aloud, a moment later 'We meet after two days and its taken you so long to smile... by the way, you haven't even spotted by new heels yet...' she darted him a sceptical stare 'The texter issue wouldn't be troubling you to this extent...what is it you're not telling me about?'

Whatever little joy had appeared on his face disappeared as soon as she posed him that question. Looking down, he let out a deep sigh and then back up at her - his expressions now beginning to indicate hints of guilt and pain

'So, there IS something...'

'Yeah'

While she waited - with bated breath - for him to come out with whatever the matter was, he took a good few minutes to muster his will. Turning away from her and towards the parapet wall, Jalal obliviously stared at the darkening skies in front

'Its Robbie...' he finally admitted 'I found out this morning... he has cancer...'

'Huh?' she gasped in shock - wondering if she'd actually heard him right 'Cancer?'

'Yeah...' he confirmed, the hush manner with which he did so only portraying the profound misery he was bottling inside 'I didn't want to tell you all and end up spoiling the festive mood today...'

'Nooo!' a scream went off in her head as it sunk in - this news was too horrifying - even to her! She couldn't even begin to imagine what he must be going through. Unable to find the right words to say, Jodha stuttered worriedly 'B...but Jalal...how did this...I mean...'

'He has been acting a bit strange lately... he was in a lot of pain yesterday, so I took him to the vet...' he voice started cracking 'They've given him two weeks at the max...'

'Two weeks?' she swallowed hard to overcome the lump in her throat. Stepping close to him, she called out empathetically 'Jalal'  

However, he didn't respond. On having finally spoken about his sorrow, the vortex of grief had consumed him so deeply that he wasn't even aware of her presence nearby - not till she tapped his arm, at least.

'I should have seen the signs earlier' he lamented 'If I could, I would do anything in my power to stop him from dying...'

'I know you would...' she reassured him, fighting her whelming emotions

Following a prolonged interval of stillness between them, he met eyes with his girl at long last. What she saw thereon depressed her - the anguish in his gazes revealed everything that his restrained words and manner hadn't till then - he was devastated! Her heart sank all over again. She'd never seen him that way - actually, no one had!

Witnessing how dejected she'd become, he confessed with a sad laugh 'I don't deal with death very well...'

'Jalal, NO ONE deals with death well...' for some reason, she was angry now - angry with fate for doing this to him - angry with him for not having told her anything so long - angry with herself for failing to perceive his agony 'God!' she chided herself in a flash 'I had no idea what you were going through and troubled you with...'

'No... come on Jodha...'

'And what are you doing HERE now...' the concerned junior enquired - battling her tears with determination 'Jalal... you should be spending your time with Robbie!'

'I needed to step out...I needed a break from hearing his painful groans...a break from looking at his adorable expressions and wondering if it'd be the last time I saw them...' he choked on his words 'I wanted to see you to feel better...besides, I'd promised you I'd spend our first Holi together...'

'Ok! Ab dekh liyaa na mujhe?' she dashed aside to grab a bowl of colour from a table nearby 'Apply this gulaal... on my cheeks...QUICKLY...'

Moved by the sincere care in her assertive orders, he followed her wishes duly

'Holi khatam? Now go Jalal...' she nudged him 'Go to him...play with him...cherish these last moments... warna, you'll regret it later...'

'Yes ma'am' he smiled gloomily and began walking backwards thereafter 'By the way, I DID notice your sexy brown heels...only couldn't come up with my usual style of compliments today...'

'God! Go on now...' she waved him off 'I'll explain everything to our friends...'

Watching the morose aura enveloping his receding figure, Jodha could only pray that the heartbreaking developments didn't send her man into a spell of depression - his third semester exams were coming up in a few weeks and he did not need another setback in life!  

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Edited by Anushka8722 - 9 years ago
Posted: 9 years ago

OSR PART 30

1st April

JODHA'S BEDROOM

Flicking the pen within her fingers for a few seconds, the distracted young lady thumped it down on her table thereafter. Picking up the mobile that was lying aside, she glanced at the screen - nope, still no reply. It was the fifth instance in the past hour that she'd checked and the result was the same every time. In fact, it'd been pretty much the same scenario for more than twenty four hours now - a worrying scenario where none of her calls were being picked, none of her texts were being replied to, where he'd left behind no voicemails - nothing! This prolonged silence from him was not the norm! Worse, a 'Something's wrong' feeling had been echoing in her mind ever since she'd woken up that morning - and those instincts only seemed to get worse with time!

'Jalal...' she groaned as she stared at the lifeless screen on her phone 'Can't you send me one message...just a line that you're fine...a word about Robbie...and I'll be able to get back to my studies again...'  studies! Suddenly realizing how her attention had been diverted from her notes for the nth time that day, Jodha let out a long sigh 'Only six days left...concentrate on your journal entries now...no time to waste...'   

Luckily; the diligent junior had done her Economics and Marketing revisions well ahead - at the rate she was progressing now she wouldn't have managed to get much done if otherwise.

Picking up her pen once again, she attempted to get back to Financial Accounts - she needed to speed up! Two gargantuan texts on Statistical Methodology were sitting on her desk, untouched - and the 1st semester exams were less than a week away! 

Such last minute cramming was unusual for this meticulous student. However, her circumstances had been exceptional this time around.

Ever since the news had come out, she - along with the rest of their group - had tried to be by his side throughout. True, she'd only managed to meet him and Robbie a couple of times in the past ten days - the ongoing study leave meant she was mostly housebound. However, that didn't stop her. She regularly called up to check on him , she sent him encouraging texts, she kept in touch with his friends. In the few brief spells that Jalal needed his 'alone' time to mourn, she took a step back and let him be - while dropping him an empathetic 'I'm there if and when you need me' email to show she understood. In fact, Jodha had left no stone unturned in showing her support all ways that she could.

However, what was to happen - was to happen. Robbie was in constant physical agony and being a helpless witness to his pet's deteriorating condition was sapping away all of Jalal's sanity. Adding to his woes were the numerous vet-visits and the plethora of see-sawing news he'd been receiving

'We could try out a surgery...' 'No, he's too old for surgery' 'There is a new medicine in the market' 'The cancer is too advanced for any chance of a recovery' 'He looks better today' 'No improvement today'

With the situation being as it was, it was obvious Jalal wasn't able to get much reading-up done, either.

'Oh God...' she looked up from her entries and at the beautiful face of Ladoo Gopal on the wall in front - the 'something's wrong' feeling had just returned to haunt her psyche again 'We can't change what's happening...but, please give HIM the strength to face this...or at least, allow ME to help him face this tragedy... this impasse is killing me...please let me know what's happ...'

Even before she could finish that prayer, her mobile received a message alert. Hurriedly grabbing the instrument she opened the inbox. It was from HIM!

Fearing the worst, she clicked on the sms

Following a short interval of sullen stillness, she forced her grieving mind to snap out of the overpowering distress that the text had just engulfed her in. She needed to steel herself - at least, for HIS sake! Clutching her handbag, the benumbed young lady got up and rushed out - a hundred different thoughts racing past her mind as she did so

'Jodha...' the puzzled mother mother called out, when noticing her daughter picking up her helmet and scooty keys 'What are you doing? Where are you off to now...' she paused 'And why do you look so disturbed?'

'Something bad has happened mama...' Jodha spoke blankly 'One of my friends... needs me now...I'll be late for dinner...I have my mobile... don't worry...'   

THE MUHAMMED HOUSEHOLD

'When did it happen?' she gasped as soon as the profile of the pleasant woman emerged from behind the entrance door 'How's he taking it, aunty?' the perturbed junior was still catching up on her breath - even she knew not how she'd managed to make that frenzied ride from home through rush hour traffic within twenty five minutes flat!

Noticing the haphazardly parked scooty on the porch, Mrs.Banu's somber glimpses fell back upon Jodha's pallor-ridden features 'Come in beta...' her tone was wistful 'It happened this morning...at about 11...'

The mother then accompanied Jodha inside - bringing her up to date on the unfortunate happenings as they made their way through the grand living room. Once they'd reached the marble steps that led to the first floor, she stopped in her tracks and looked upwards - in the direction of her son's room 'He hasn't spoken much to anyone ever since...maybe he'll open up to you...'

'I understand...' she nodded with reassuring frown 'Don't worry...I'll talk to him, aunty...'

JALAL'S BEDROOM

Having stood at the doorway for a good while watching his sorry state, she'd sought to muster all forms of strength to help her handle the troubling circumstances. She NEEDED to! The slumped figure of the 'lost' man seated at one end of his bed was such a disturbing contrast to his commanding personality and upbeat self otherwise.

'Hey' she uttered hushly thereafter, closing the door behind her

'Come in Jodha' he barely looked up

'What are you looking at?' she enquired gently - seeing how his glances hadn't wavered even once from his mobile screen in the past ten minutes

Jalal waited for her to take a seat beside him 'He was in too much pain Jodha...the medicines, the check ups and the travelling was not helping him in anyway... I couldn't see him suffer any more... so I decided to let him go...' he finally went on to show her the screen he'd been guarding so closely

Swallowing back her tears, Jodha received the phone from him - it was evidently a picture taken that morning at the clinic - a picture of Robbie seated on Jalal's lap

'That's his last moment awake' Jalal disclosed with a barren expression looming over his face 'That's the look he gives me when he wants something from me...when I lifted him upon my lap, he thought I was going to help him out of his problems like always...that I was going to put an end to his misery...' he paused 'How was he to know I was going to end his misery by putting him to sleep forever... by ending his life...'

'God!' she felt like wailing aloud - his aggrieving confessions were too painful to deal with. She'd come here to be his pillar of fortitude and yet she could already find herself crumbling under the strain of the tragedy. Well, nothing could prepare her for the heartache that the loss of a loved one caused since she'd never endured such mishap before. As her eyes started welling up, she took a few silent deep breaths so she didn't break down any further than she had at that point

'I didn't cheat him out of his life, right?' Jalal glimpsed up at her with a blank stare

'No Jalal' Jodha wiped the tear blurring her sight, before placing her palm on his shoulder 'You're the best friend he could have ever had...' she phrased her condolences carefully 'Something tells me he is very grateful for the decision you've taken...since he really IS out of his misery now...'

Shrugging slightly, he shifted his attention away from her and to the bleak white wall facing him - too distraught to say anything else for then.

Aware of what he was going through, Jodha allowed him a few minutes of solitude while she continued staring at the adorable picture of Robbie on the phone. A poignant thought struck her thereafter and she sent the snap as an attachment to her own mobile. She knew what she wanted to do with those precious memories.  

Ensuing the period of nothingness between them, Jodha patted his hand to show her sympathy. However, he didn't even flinch.

'Jalal' she called out to him softly 'Don't beat yourself up about this...you're a practical man... you know how to differentiate between right and wrong...and sadly, this was how God willed it...'

He didn't react to her words.

Worried, she observed her boyfriend closely - trying to understand his mindset. It was obvious he'd become paralyzed by the sorrow and was unable to come out of it. As far as she knew he hadn't shed a single tear yet - not then - not in the past three weeks. In fact, he hadn't responded gravely to the news at all - he hadn't wailed, sniffled, screamed or broken down even once!

Picking up his lifeless palm thereon, she placed it on her lap and curled her fingers within his. It was more for her sake than for his. She missed the warmth. She needed that warmth. It felt like ages since they'd held hands now - or even properly met eyes for that matter. For the past three weeks, he'd detached himself from everything and everyone around him. For the past three weeks, he'd steadily built a cold hard shell around him that let nothing within.

Playfully twirling around the rings on his fingers, she whispered to him some time later - the pain in her voice evident 'Jalal...you know...its ok to express your feelings to someone...to share your grief...to cry...it is not a sign of weakness...it is only a sign of being human!'

'I didn't cry even when Abbu passed away' came the flat answer

She stared at him in alarm 'W...what...' she couldn't believe it 'B...but why are you so wary of exposing your soft side to others?'

'Because I somehow became numb...to death...'

Looking away from the wall to gaze at her delicate fingers that'd abruptly stopped playing with his rings, he continued on a wry note 'Returning from a friend's house one fine day...to unexpectedly witness the shattering sight of your mother beating her chest and wailing aloud over the dead body of your father, right in the middle of your own living room...can you imagine what effect that would have on a boy...'

'What!' Jodha exclaimed, hearing the upsetting subject he'd just broached. She could envision the harrowing 'living room' scene just as he'd described - leaving her with an ominous sense of discomfort. She'd never heard him speak of this aspect of his past before - not till then, that is.

The dazed young man pursued with his story - his eyes still fixated on their intertwined hands 'That horrid scene sent a carefree twelve year old into shock... that boy wasn't told what'd happened or why because people thought he was too young to deal with the truth... instead, they bought him toys to distract him... he didn't understand why his mother was suddenly absent from home for long hours because no one bothered to inform him that she was fighting battles in court... no one explained to him that his father had been murdered by goons ... goons sent by a politician owning a rival chain of companies... that young boy actually found out about it from the TV channels!'

'Your abbu was murdered?' she gasped, but her voice didn't come out. She needed him to stop right then so she could take a breather - to muster the nerve to hear him out further. She'd asked him open his heart out - how was she to know it had such terrible pain suppressed within? For a second, her own dad's face came to mind. HIS misfortune made her realize how fortunate SHE was to still have her father in her life. The anguish she'd kept under control so long started resurfacing. Tears gushed down her cheeks.  

Oblivious to her plight, he persevered towards the end of this tragic tale - his handsome face still devoid of any expression 'Since the little boy was too young to feel angry or do anything about the news he'd found out, he just became bitter and numb...at that point, he'd stopped talking to anyone...he'd stopped sharing his misery ... he'd stopped asking questions because he never got answers ...and his Ammi didn't even notice because she was so crushed herself...he felt like both his parents had been taken away from him for no fault of his... his happy home had been wrecked...he felt cheated...he was alone for a long time...'

'Jalal' she sobbed now, covering her mouth in horror 'This is...'

'And when Taayaa eventually realized what was happening to this twelve year old nephew of his...he decided to get him a companion...' he held his palms up to show her 'He put this little dog in his arms and asked that child to care for it...the dog was a clever German Shepherd who could read that desolate boy's mind and sentiments so well...and the boy and the pet became emotionally dependant on one another since then...'

At long last, Jalal looked up to meet eyes with his tearful girl as he went on to mutter the final disclosure 'Robbie was my kid brother...the one who got me out of loneliness and despair ...and now he's no more...I...' he couldn't get himself to continue anymore - the awful lump in his throat was too acute to overcome. So, he averted her sights for a moment

Stressed by battling the effect that the heartbreaking tale was having upon her, Jodha leaned against his shoulder for support 'Why...' she wept 'Why have you never mentioned any of this...'

'No' he calmly shook his head 'This is not something I like to talk about...apart from Abdul no one knows... they only know that Abbu's no more...' turning aside, he observed her face that was resting on his shoulder and let out a heavy-hearted smirk 'Now do you understand why I'd said I don't deal with the loss of a loved one very well?'

Yes, she understood now. He'd bared his soul to her and she could absorb precisely why he was hurting so much. The revelation had not only moved her to tears, but given the woman in her a newfound respect for her man.

Unceasingly studying those deep brown eyes, she went on to confess in a sincere tone 'You know Jalal...I am so so so so so so so so much prouder of you...despite all this, you've grown up to become such a dignified man...'

'Thanks' he acknowledged

'Yes' Jodha sighed 'But, are you feeling any better...any lighter?'

The fatigued young man exhaled 'Actually, I have a splitting headache now...'

'Oh!' she sat up slowly 'Wait...I'll get you something for it...'

Hurrying to his bedside table, Jodha dug out a medicine strip from within its drawer, grabbed the water bottle sitting atop and returned to his side 'Here...jaldi lo...' she handed him both 

'Thankyou' removing two tablets from the strip, he gulped down the medicines with the drink - before setting the bottle down on the floor 'Somehow...Robbie's death brought back all those nightmares... again...'

'No' she grimaced 'Don't delve upon those nightmares...' she sat down, resuming her place next to him 'You're not alone now...you have so many who love you...your Ammi...your family... your friends... and most of all...' trying to recall the very adjectives he'd used for his late friend Robbie, she pursued with concern 'You now have another companion...someone who you care for... someone who can read your mind and sentiments so well...someone who's emotionally dependant on you and someone whom you're emotionally dependant upon...'

'Ya Allah' a quiet shudder went down his spine when he heard how she'd put her thoughts across. Her comforting words were not just about being 'sweet' - something in them brought home a significant underlying message. It was about keeping up hope. If life took away, life gave back too! Abbu had passed away - but, God had given him Robbie. He'd taken away Robbie - but, not without handing him an angel like her in place.

The slightest smile erupted on his face - the first earnest one in the past three weeks. He beheld her with gratitude - his aloof gazes now beginning to soften.

Discovering their original warmth gradually returning to his eyes and his smiles, she was whelmed with a massive sense of relief. Freshly tearing-up, she counselled on an emotional note 'Jalal don't return to those thoughts...they affect you so much... seeing you so low... I... I just can't...function normally...'

'Why?' he asked - realizing how fortunate was he to have such a dedicated partner by his side in happiness AND in grief!

'Arre kyaa WHY' she frowned 'It's something like our sigma formulas na...' she paused 'MY well-being = Sum total of YOUR (health + happiness + love + success) / timescales...'

While she awaited a response from him following that silly-cute formula she'd come up with out of the blue, he just sat back agape - staring and staring on.

God! He loved her that instant like he'd loved none other. Her sincerity had touched him immensely. He was awed by such words that no one else had ever told him. Such a lasting impact had her gestures had on him that he knew not what overcame him that second.

Suddenly leaning forth, he took his unwitting girlfriend by surprise. Clutching the side of her face, he planted his lips on hers.

'Jala...Ammi... might...' her words came out muffled, as she balanced her wrists against his shoulders in trepidation

Sensing her hesitance, he pulled away - a bit - and watched her closely.

Her cheeks still enveloped by his clasp, she surveyed him in stunned silence. That kiss had come out of nowhere. It was their most intimate experience yet and it'd left her feeling jittery and strange. She didn't know what to make of this unfamiliar nervousness within. Continuing to analyze his ardent gazes and the visible affection in them, she could make out that he longed to share that intimacy with her. Even if she was unsure whether to proceed, she didn't have it in her to resist such love! She couldn't thwart his anticipation - especially not after all he'd just been through! After all, she was his and he hers. So, fighting her anxiety she shut her eyes. Seeking support by lovingly grasping his palm that was sitting on her cheek, she let him take her through the thrilling wave of unknown emotions.

Reading her positive reactions, he took the lead and tenderly went ahead to delve into their first proper kiss. Just as she let out an exhilarated sigh, their lips retouched - the moment being a cathartic one for him. Her drying tears that swept off on his cheeks emotionally liberated him - it felt as though she'd shed the tears that he couldn't shed for himself. The fervent heat of her lips had just given his colder ones some much needed warmth. The simmering intensity in her gasps had breathed life into his dull spirits.

His senses now roused, he decided to take the passion up a few notches. He'd craved for this for so long and now that he had her in his arms he didn't want to stop - after all, she tasted just as delightful as she was herself. Sliding one hand around her waist he smoothly dug the other into the thick tresses at the back of her head and pulled her towards him.

Suddenly finding herself drawn into the tighter confines of his steely grasp, Jodha was overwhelmed - more so by her puzzling feelings that followed. She was entrapped within a frenzied surge of emotions but, it was a trap she wasn't really looking to free herself from anymore. Her apprehensions had started fading away and she found herself increasingly hypnotized by the lure of his physicality. Her desire was beginning to conquer many doubts and dilemmas. For the first time in her life, she knew what it meant to be aroused - and the sensations were literally addicting.

Eventually letting her guard down, she slipped her fingers delicately into his soft hair - allowing his lips to discover hers and more - allowing him to to guide her through their first sensual kiss.

A few minutes later, the breathless couple took a break - they could perceive each other's racing beats and heightened excitement in the stillness of the room.

A playful smile on their lips, they indulged in a brief spell of affection - letting the tips of their noses gently brush past one another's. A few seconds later, Jalal spoke up 'The last time this was meant to happen Robbie interrupted us, remember?'

She nodded, slowly

'And this time, he brought us back together...'

She smiled - it was a sad yet sweet thought that'd struck him.

'Love you pal' Jalal glimpsed upwards with a doting frown 'You were the best friend a guy could have ever asked for...' while she watched his positive farewell in quiet awe, he turned back to his girl 'And Jo...you're more than a companion to me...you're my love...the kind that lasts forever...' 

'Yes...' she melted, putting her palm on his chest - just about where she could feel his heartbeats 'I live here Jalal... and I'm going to be here forever...'

In the hush gazes that followed between the two, Jodha detected something fresh in his eyes thereafter - a renewed surge of passion had made its way in. Knowing exactly what his intentions were, she nervously averted his infatuated looks at once. Smiling at her adorable abashment, he patiently waited for her to meet eyes with him again - and they did so, in a short while.  

Before long; he'd heaved her by her waist towards him once more, as his lips sought hers. Closing her eyes, she succumbed - tightly clutching the shirt on his back for support. The besotted pair plunged into another intense bout of intimacy, reliving the pleasure they'd just savoured - and much more - till they could no further.

THE MUHAMMED HOUSEHOLD - ON THE PORCH

No sooner than she'd hurriedly waved her boyfriend off, Jodha turned ahead and pressed her chest. She needed some means to help calm her heartbeats - something that'd shown no signs of slowing down yet.

Nope, didn't work.

'Bah' she dismissed her crazily erratic heart rate soon after. She had no time for this now - she better get going. Neatening out her hair, Jodha was about to slip her helmet on, but decided to peek into the side mirror first. Her lips were the first feature to catch her attention then. Observing them closely for a few seconds, she went on to touch them. They felt so different now - the onslaught had left them slightly tender - but, not in an unpleasant way.

'My God' she exclaimed in disbelief, as it all came back to her

She still couldn't believe it. Not only had she actually crossed her personal boundaries that evening - she'd actually found the whole encounter somewhat 'enjoyable' too. Gosh! She had no idea what was happening to her. She'd always considered herself above all this - as one who couldn't and wouldn't be swayed by desire. She had never even dreamt that she'd be a part of the kind of scenarios she was indulging in right now.

Then again, she had never ever dreamt that she'd end up with a boyfriend like Jalal Muhammed in college either!

Having got her answer there, Jodha slipped her helmet on - breaking out into a sly grin as she did so.

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Edited by Anushka8722 - 9 years ago
Posted: 9 years ago

OSR Part 31

7th April

THE SINGH HOUSEHOLD

Opening her eyes, Jodha calmly bowed to the beautiful idols sitting in the temple at front - before stepping away from the mandir and towards her family who were waiting for her to join them. Swiftly touching her parents' feet as a mark of respect, Jodha rose up to greet them with a smile - eagerly awaiting their shower of 'aashirwaad' that morning. After all, she was about to leave in a few minutes to brave her first ever MBA  examination!

'May God bless you...' her mother patted her cheek lovingly 'Achi tayyari kar lee na?'

'How can you doubt her, Malti?' her father interrupted, speaking up in support of the apple-of-his-eye 'My intelligent beti will shine through...like she always has...' daddy's steadfast faith in his laadli was by no means unjustified - academically, Jodha had never fallen short.

Having said that; this time around a latent anxiety about maintaining her unbeaten track record did linger at the back of her mind. These were the toughest set of exams she was out to face yet - and a 'crisis' had interrupted her preparations till a week ago! Nevertheless; she'd prepared as well as she could and the determined junior had vowed to take up the challenge on a positive note!

'All the best choti' came Bade Bhaiyya's encouraging voice from behind, as he picked up his office bag 

'You'll do well Jodha...I'm certain...' Kranti bhaiyya chipped in affectionately - before nudging the distracted guy standing beside him 'Vishal...wish kar na usko!'

'Yeah... yeah... all the best!' chote bhaiyya mumbled - barely looking up from the video game on his mobile

Noting the lazy display of regard with sisterly annoyance; Jodha was about to get into a mini-tiff with him, but stopped. Her attention was caught by the the familiar ringtone on her mobile that had just gone off.

'Gosh! How careless' she thought - she'd forgotten to switch its silent mode on 'And who could be calling first thing in the morning? Hopefully not Jalal...'  

Surveying her family's curious expressions, Jodha subsequently made a swift visual search for her instrument. A second later and she'd spotted it atop the dining table 'Thank God!'  

Wasting no time; she stepped forward to get her phone, but alas!

Her mom, who was standing right beside the table - had already picked it up!

Watching her mother inquisitively scan the caller id thereon, Jodha's heart skipped a beat'Please... please let it not be Jalal...warna...it'll be question after question from mamma now...'

'Lo...' her mother handed the phone back in a moment 'It's your friend...Meera...'

Phew! Letting out a hush sigh of relief, Jodha attended the call at once 'Hi yaar... haan... I'm on my way out... yeah...yeah I'm bringing the print outs that you'd wanted... ok... bye... bye...'

No sooner than she'd cut the call and looked up to bid her family adieu, she noticed that the otherwise genial expressions on her mom's face had changed

'What happened mamma?'

'Nothing beta...' the woman folded her hands sceptically 'Just that I've noticed a few changes in you lately... you guard your mobile so closely all the time...why?'

'What!' she tried not to act too taken-aback by the fact that her mother had read into her reactions so well 'No mamma...'

'Is there something you're hiding Jodha?'

'H..hiding? No...' she put on a forced smile in an attempt to cover her tracks - hoping it'd be the last of the questions for then

'Ab kyaa huaa ma?' bade bhaiyya walked towards the mother-daughter duo, observing his sibling with a concerned frown 'Jodha you seem a bit troubled...is there something you're not telling us about...is someone else troubling you?'

'N...no bhaiyya' she protested 'No one's troubling me...' God! She was not very good with this hiding-and-fibbing routine. She'd never done this to her family before and she really wished she didn't have to do it now. Then again, this was not the time to come out with the truth either!

'Look Jodha...'  he explained after a short while - since she wasn't saying much 'I understand you're enjoying your post graduate life...I can see that your circle of friends has expanded... you're staying back at college for longer...you're out on weekends too... BUT...' his voice suddenly assumed an icy sternness that wasn't there till a second ago 'The ONLY reason I'm not bringing  it up is because I feel this is the time for you to enjoy...once college ends and you get married, you wouldn't get this freedom then...' he paused 'So, I hope you're not misusing our trust or the freedom we're giving you...'

God! Did they really have to send her on a guilt-trip minutes before she was leaving for her semester exams? Silently whining in part-guilt and part-frustration, she nodded with a soft stare 'I understand bhaiyya...'

'Ohooo ...she needs to leave for her college now ...late ho jaayega...' came the welcome respite in the form of her bhabhi's friendly reminder 'She's already tensed about the exams...ye sab questions baad mein pooch lena na...'

Having made her spirited way from the kitchen and through the crowded living room, bhabhi approached Jodha with a small plate and a large smile 'Lo...prasad... and wish you all the best! I Pray that you and your friends do well, ok?'

'Thanks bhabhi' she accepted the prasad and winked at the lady with gratitude - with those sweet words of assurance, the worry lines on her forehead had vanished - at least, for then!  

'I can't afford to be so careless anymore...' she reminded herself as she went off to slip on her sandals 'Not if I want the truth to stay concealed till I complete my MBA...mamma is becoming suspicious ... and oh yes...'  she suddenly remembered 'I better be careful with the glass painting as well!' she was referring to the latest project that she'd just started  - the one of Robbie sitting on Jalal's lap.

If her family found out about it - understandably enough - they were not going to be too pleased with her showering such time and attention upon a picture of her handsome senior and his late pet!

SRI RAMAKRISHNA UNIVERSITY - OUTSIDE THE EXAM HALL

Exams! A necessary evil that simply could not be done without - you just swallowed your grievances, prepared for it, welcomed it, endured it, faced it and then overcame it. Once the ordeal was done with, you mulled over it for a certain period and then tried forgetting about it all - at least, till the next set arrived!

Well, this was the most common pattern across the majority of the lot - and it wasn't very different for HER group either!

'Phew! One paper down' Meera breathed a sigh of relief, as the friends grabbed their handbags from the shelves just outside the exam hall

'I knowww...' Payal let out a vexed murmur

'Yes...' Jodha nodded in agreement, as she dug into her bag to fetch her hairclip 'Waise, the questions were not too tough...I expected worse...'

'Hmmm' Meera mulled - not so sure she agreed with her friend's opinions on the questions 'Anyway... I better leave now...have to prepare for tomorrow...' she rolled her eyes 'Managerial economics ...ufff...'

'Me too...' Payal grumbled 'And you, Jo?'

Jodha paused for a second - aware that they waiting for her to join them 'You girls go ahead... I have to meet him first...'

Needless to say, their 'exam' frowns vanished in no time

'Wow!' Meera winked 'Refreshing yourself for the next subject with some cute classroom romance, haan?'

'Cute? STEAMY more like!' Payal acted surprised 'These two can't stay apart even during exams...' 

'Payal, even Maan and you are not this bad!'

'Very funny!' Jodha rebuffed their comments with a mildly-abashed grin. The girls knew perfectly well why she was going to meet him. She hadn't seen him in over a week now. In fact; owing to the ongoing study leave, the pair hadn't met even once since that poignant evening. So, she was going to find out how he was - but her friends had to spin their own tales, of course!

'And Jo... are you planning to go to the farmhouse picnic?'

'Arre...why ask?' Payal nudged her friend 'If HE goes, SHE goes!'

'We'll discuss about the picnic after the exams...ok guys...bye...I better get going...' she abruptly ended the conversation there. She had to, in case they came up with something else to embarrass her

'Ok bye bye...' Payal shook her head sadly

'We're going...we're going... we get the message' Meera wiped a mock-tear 'And tell Jalal we said hi!'

Exchanging a few hush chuckles amongst themselves, the duo began walking away - leaving their friend behind to enjoy her post-exam quiet rendezvous with the boyfriend!

Laughing-off their antics, the upbeat junior decided to get going. It was late and she had a long checklist of things that needed tending to - for starters, taming that wild hair of hers! Fishing her hands into her handbag she made another thorough search for her clip but came up with nothing 'Arre... where is it?' she fretted 'I'm certain I'd put it in this morning...how could it...' she stopped midway. She'd noted something else in one of the inner pockets of her bag - a white envelope!

Wide-eyed, Jodha took it out 'How did this get here?'  just then, the face of the most probable culprit came to mind 'JALAL! He slipped it in my handbag after I went into the exam hall...'  a slow smile escaped her lips. True, she'd requested him not to get her any gifts or cards - but, now that it was here she couldn't deny how excited she felt viewing his first gift of love!

Jodha examined the envelope - it looked expensive. Sensing a mild fragrance emanating from the scented card, she brought it close 'Wow! It's MY kind of perfume...'

The whole gesture seemed so beautiful - and she hadn't even opened it yet. What a bundle of surprises her guy was! Relishing the warm fuzzy feeling she felt within, the enthused junior prodded open the envelope with care.

The card sported a painting of a young couple passionately making out, in each other's arms. Thankful that her friends weren't nearby, Jodha opened the card with a giggle - wondering what further surprises awaited her

My long wait...

Like the fury of the blazing sun your eyes aglow

Like the turbulence of a savage river your wild tresses flow

Oh! To savour those blissful sights, for how much longer must I wait?

With your skin as soft as layers of fresh snow

With your lips as tender as a red silken bow

Oh! To devour those heavenly tastes, for how much longer must I wait?

She stopped reading 'Hey Ram...' she could feel her cheeks getting hotter - the memories from their last meeting began coming to mind 'Goddd...ye Jalal bhi na...'  brushing-off her abashment, she went on to finish the remaining words - hoping they didn't get any saucier than they already had!

A virginal body matched by no other nymph I know

A heart so pure there is none else in this world so

Oh! To ravage you in my arms, for how much longer must I wait?

Signed,

Your REAL man - not a jerk like Jalal.

The giddy happiness that'd taken over her spirits for the past three minutes came crashing down at once - with a big THUD. She couldn't believe it! The stalker had actually started invading her personal belongings! Leaving behind tokens! Worse, his messages were getting hideously indecent!

Reading the offensive signature again,  she winced sympathetically 'Jalal'

She was going to meet him after a whole week. Did she have to plague him with another bad news now - especially since he'd barely come out of a difficult time in his life?  This was sooo disturbing!

'Urgh' she let out a quiet scream, as she began making her way to his classroom!

JALAL'S EMPTY CLASSROOM

'Bas***d!' his booming voice resonated within the white walls of the empty room.

Noting a mildly horrified frown emerge on her forehead, he realized he'd been going overboard - it was the tenth 'Bas***d' he'd uttered in two minutes now. He then looked away from her long stares - he didn't want his more composed girlfriend deciphering the violent thoughts still looming in his mind 'F**k... f**k... f**k...' his fingers rolled back and forth into a fist 'I could just wring his neck now and happily walk off with no guilt on my conscience...'

It was taking him longer than expected to get a hold over his rage this time around and he couldn't pinpoint precisely why! Was it because the stalker's lewd message to his girl was more personal than ever? Or was it because the horrible signature mocking him was worse than any other insult he'd come across so far? Maybe it was a combination of both!

Coming away from the wall she'd been leaning against all along, Jodha moved close to the preoccupied senior standing in front. The contours of his jawline looked even more chiselled now - no wonder there, seeing how he was biting down with such hardened fury. She gently turned his face around so he'd HAVE to look at her - having been a quiet witness to his seething responses for the past ten minutes, it made sense to shift the topic for a while 'Jalal...let's forget about this for now... we've gone over this many times...tell me... how did your exam go?'

'Yeah...' he let out a deep breath 'Entrepreneurship...not the toughest subject...it went well...' his eyes finally met hers, mellowing down his attitude for a short spell 'And yours? Financial Accounts ...you would have aced it!'

'Yeah it was not so bad' she nodded her head slightly, trying not to come off as overconfident

'Good...' he'd barely smiled when his glances fell back upon the creases of the awful card that he'd been clutching so long. No signs of purchase, no clues, an unfamiliar handwriting in a standard black pen - how the hell were they supposed to track this stalker down?

'And the AD's not letting us access the college records, either' he eventually admitted on a low note

'What?' this was news to her 'Another dead end?'

'Haan...' he confirmed 'I just paid him a visit at the office on my way here, since he was available...' changing his voice to sound exactly like the Asst Dean, Jalal pursued in annoyance  'STUDENTS-CAN'T-BE-ALLOWED-TO-ACCESS-SUCH-CONFIDENTIAL-INFO was his standard answer to all my queries' he agitatedly ran his fingers through his wavy hair 'Maybe I can ask someone from the office to help us...'

Jodha broke out into a faint grin - she couldn't help but be amused by the humour behind the frustration-induced mimicry of the AD. It was surprising how even in such profound spells of irritation, one of them always seemed to have the ability to entertain the other.

She continued to observe him - he was still ruffling his hair - something he did only when he was super-bothered. After waiting for a minute or so to see if he'd stop, she gave up when he didn't 'Your hairstyle looked lovely ten minutes back... you've ruined it now and it matches my crazy hairstyle...'

'Huh?' It took him a moment to discern her subtle jests - what with his mind being in a different place altogether 'A bad-hair day for both, huh?' he frowned sheepishly - before his attention reverted to the words in the card

'STOP looking at that card!'

Snatching the dreadful thing away from him, Jodha assertively put it down and turned his face around towards her once again. She'd anticipated his exasperation - but, not to this extent and not for this long. Having said that, she wasn't put off. On the contrary, she was finding herself quite intrigued by this 'simmering anger' of his - after all, it was giving her a rare glimpse of his 'jealous' side - something that she'd never truly witnessed!

'Your mind's been on it long enough Mr. Muhammed!' she reminded him softly again

Studying her reactions, Jalal subsequently exhaled in sweet resignation 'You're right...it's just difficult to get over the fact that some basta...' oops, he paused 'That someone else talks of my girlfriend this way... describing her lips, skin and whatnot!'

'Hmmm' Jodha mused. He was really fired-up about this, wasn't he? Remarkably, it was beginning to feel flattering. Who would have thought that even a self-assured independent young lady like herself, could do with such form of attention once in a while?

She didn't know why, but she wanted to hear him say those lines once more. So moving closer, she whispered slowly 'What did you just say...'

'What?' he read her sudden coyness with caution - he still wasn't sure of the intent behind her query and surprisingly, she didn't seem perturbed by the 'card' matter anymore.  

'What did you just say...' her eyes twinkled 'That last line...'

'That I don't like someone else talking of MY girl this way?'

Noticing his stunned frowns, she let out a mischievous chuckle!

'Woah!' he was amazed by her responses. He couldn't believe it. While he was busy fretting about the stalker and his message, she was having fun at his expense and catering to her own ego? 'You're really enjoying this, aren't you?' he questioned, giving her a sly look

'And you are REALLY annoyed aren't you?' she came back, making no effort to hide the growing amusement in her manner 'I've never seen you so JEALOUS, Jalal...'

Ouch! That comment stung! 'Nah...' he shook his head 'You've got your words mixed up Jo...one tends to be jealous of someone they're threatened by...' he shrugged nonchalantly 'Why should I be  jealous of a spineless creature who doesn't even have the guts to come forward and propose to a girl upfront? He'd rather slander me than approach you honestly... that's disgusting...'

'Baap re!' she teased him, unwilling to appear bowled-over by his fitting reply 'I've never seen you so WORKED-UP  before...I wonder why...'

Ouch! Ouch! That stung even more! That was his ego she was taunting 'And you're finding this funny?' he smirked aloud

'Jo bhi ho...' she started playing with the collar of his handsome shirt 'That doesn't answer my question ...'

OKAY! So, the feisty junior wasn't going to give up! 'Yeah...I AM worked-up...' he ultimately confessed 'Since I AM slightly possessive of you...is that what you wanted to hear?' he paused - till a semi-vindictive smile came over his lips 'But come to think of it, I'm still calmer now than a certain someone was once...this young lady I know, actually wanted to stuff tissue paper in one Miss Giggles' mouth...just because she couldn't stand Miss Giggles chattering away with me...'

Ouch! Ouch! Ouch! That stung a lot! He'd given her a taste of her own medicine! 

'Ok!' she rolled her eyes in mock annoyance and let go of the collar she was playing with - she got the gist.  

Checking out the now not-so-sportive look on her face, it was his turn to be amused 'What happened?'

'Nothing' she muttered

He surveyed her tight-lipped stance with awe. Such a naturally enticing package of emotions she was just then - fiery, witty, angry, flirty and haughty. Damn, he loved it. Only, her smile had gone amiss!

So, he came up with something - a few words that should help bring her 'proud' grins back. Drifting closer to her ears, he whispered into them what was meant for her alone 'I've realized it's pointless getting worked up over some idiot's fantasies...no one's fault that my girlfriend's so irresistible...' sensing the hot flush beginning to radiate on her cheeks, he waited silently - before continuing with a husky tone 'That pervert can dream-on all he wants...I don't care... at the end of the day, it's to my arms that she comes running ...and it's me that she kisses...' he paused again - she was positively blushing now 'So, I'm the lucky guy here...'

Having concluded his flattering message, he returned to meet eyes with her.

Well, what could she say? He knew how to tantalize and he knew how to compliment too. So, she took in the praise and wisely stayed quiet. Of course, her bashful smiles were a dead give away of what was going on in her mind.

A few moments later, Jodha sensed him come closer to her lips. She shut her eyes in a serene daze - unable to deny that she felt a sweetly nervous anticipation for what was to come her way.

However, many moments on and only stillness ensued.  

She opened her eyes thereon - only to catch him gazing at her. Their lips were barely apart, but they hadn't met yet.  He was waiting. He had been holding himself back. For some reason, he wanted to know if she had it in her to inch forth and finish the move - if she had it in her to kiss him of her own accord  'It's me that she kisses'

She could feel the excitement in his racing beats. After all, it was fresh love. They'd met after a week - and the dangerously close proximity was killing him. Yet, he'd stopped himself just so he could tease her - just so he could challenge their self-restraint.

She blushed some more as she watched him watching her. He knew her pulse. He knew that she was attracted to him. He was aware of what excited her. Yet - and a big yet - there was no way she was going to give in to his ruse there. She wasn't going to take the bait and be the first to budge. Since he was being a tease, she was going to be one too!

With him not moving and her not budging, the smitten couple froze as they were. Their unceasing gazes did not go any further, but the duo weren't bothered since it was the thrill of the game that they enjoyed more. She loved how he kept her guessing. He loved how she kept him on his toes. They could sense the frenzy in one another's warm breath. They could feel the burning desire when their lips brushed past every now and again. Still, they didn't kiss, because they didn't want the games to end. Their enthrallment during that spell was unparalleled. The chemistry they shared was electric and they wanted it to go on forever...

'Hi...ooops!'

'DAMN!' Jalal exclaimed as the pair were crudely shaken out of their reverie - Renu had just traipsed into the classroom with no warning whatsoever!

Stepping away from one another with embarrassed frowns, the pair tried to get a hold on themselves. Gosh! The entire spectacle was suddenly so awkward. Everyone stood transfixed. It was more-than-obvious to Renu what had just been going on - and for a while the trio just darted each other questioning frowns, not knowing what to say.

'Why did you spring up on us like that?' Jalal eventually asked, on a light-hearted note

'Maybe I should come back later?' Renu suggested, not-too-apologetically

'Nahi yaar...' he hurled his friend a boyish grin, his face still deep red 'I...'

'Obviously, this could have been avoided if you'd just picked your phone!' came Renu's curt retort. Her tone was enough to dispel any friendliness in the ambience 'I sent you texts... called twice...you should've checked...' she shrugged 'Anyway, I'll leave...just wanted to know if you both are coming to the picnic...we  need to book the farmhouse ...weekend dates nahi mil rahe hain...'

'Well...' Jalal came back hesitantly 'I don't know...' apart from Renu's attitude, there was another problem he had. The proposed date fell exactly a month after Robbie's passing away -  and he didn't know if he wanted to be picnicking then.

'You?' Renu turned to Jodha 'You're not coming too, then?'

'I...I'll have to ask...' she replied unsurely. Apart from Renu's attitude, she had another problem too. After the interrogation that morning, she didn't know if  disappearing with her friends for a weekend picnic was something that would materialize!

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Posted: 9 years ago

OSR PART 32

1st June 

ENROUTE THE FARMHOUSE

'How much longer to go?'

Jalal darted the car clock a casual glance 'Errr...I'm guessing another half an hour'

'Arre' came the sullen voice from the back of the eight-seater 'Please change the songs on the radio na...some Hindi cd maybe...'

'One sec...' letting out a sigh, he cast another look at the semi-familiar controls in front - unfortunately, the song-change requests from the ladies squashed at the back of the car were getting whinier. Now, how was it his fault if the dashboard on this hired Toyota Innova was so different to the controls on his flashy Audi?

'Wait...let me try...' came the gentle offer from the passenger seat, a second later 'You keep your eyes on the road and hands on the steering wheel, mister...'

'Thanks love...' Jalal whispered with a brief wink

- and THOSE exchanges were enough to spark the next 'tease-session' amongst the lively picnicking group.  

Clearing his throat, Maan suddenly called out to his friend on the driver's seat 'Oh Mahapurush...YOU taking so long to figure out how to work a cd player is unbelievable...' indicating to the beautiful Jodha sitting beside him, he remarked casually 'Getting distracted today, are you Jalal?'

'No doubt' Meera chipped in

'Distracted while driving?' Abdul acted all horrified 'God, that's dangerous for us poor people yaar...'

'Just keep your eyes on the road for our sakes Jalal...' Renu remarked on a flat note

Shrugging his shoulders, Maan corrected Renu mischievously 'Well...as long as THEY BOTH manage to keep their eyes on the road... we're safe...'

'Eyes on road AND hands on the steering wheel too, remember? That's important for our safety...no hanky panky...'

'Ohooo...well said Abdul...' Salim whistled 'We're watching you both closely, ok?'

'Not again' Jodha hid her flushed cheeks in embarrassment  

'Guysss tum log na...' having caught their freshly devilish expressions through the rear-view mirror, Jalal turned to his girl thereupon and smirked aloud 'Jo...I have a good mind to string this guy up on stage as the college jester during the Annual day function! You game?'

'I'm game Jalal' Jodha voiced her support

Bah! Like that was going to stop them. In fact, the comments only grew  increasingly naughty - now topped up with rounds of boyish wolf whistles and girlish giggles too. The couple at the front could do little but sit tight and deal with their own abashed frowns - there was just no winning against such a bunch of pranksters, was there?  


'Waise Jalal...' Meera spoke up once all the laughter had died down 'This reminded me...'

'What?' Jalal asked, glimpsing at her inquisitive expressions via the rear-view mirror - he was preparing himself for another bout of jesting!

'MAHAPURUSH...' she folded her palms as she cited the term Maan had used a minute ago 'Aapne tho kamaal hi kar diyaa...'

'What Kamaal?' he blinked innocently 

She rolled her eyes 'Your exam waalaa kamaal...like you didn't guess...'

Oh, he'd guessed, but he was just being typical 'Jalal'. Nevertheless, he repaid her compliment with a graceful nod thereon 'Hmmm...thanks...'

'But seriously' Payal joined in on a more serious note - revealing her earnest amazement along with Meera 'How did you manage it? Jodha told me you'd done no revisions...no studies...nothing...and within a few days, you caught up with the curriculum and topped the mark lists too! Not fair...'

'I know...'

Leaning against the headrest, Jodha observed Jalal and his refined responses to the ongoing praise - the subtle contentment in her eyes giving away what she truly felt. Witnessing how her friends were going ga-ga over her boyfriend's intellectual abilities, the soft smiles on her face gradually morphed into something more blissful.

No doubt; her 'initial' reactions when the first and third semester results had actually come out a few days ago, had differed slightly. No doubt that she'd been rendered momentarily speechless - and maybe even the tiniest bit jealous - when she'd viewed the exceptional percentages he'd got. No doubt that the 'Competitor Jodha' had been spontaneously provoked - she'd challenged him with a 'Wait and watch...I'll outshine you in the next semester!' remark, which he'd graciously accepted with a 'Let's see!' reply.

Yet; she knew the very instant she'd made that 'Wait and watch' challenge, that attaining it was not going to be easy - beating Jalal Muhammed at academics was no walk in the park! While she'd prayed for him, stood by him and spurred him on throughout his testing times - what he'd achieved was of his own accord. Coping with bereavement to catch up on six subjects within a couple of days AND excelling in them was no mean feat. Jalal wasn't just a go-getter - the talented man had a natural flair for the field of management. Now, THAT was nothing short of praiseworthy - and THAT was something the 'Girlfriend Jodha' was extremely proud of!

'So how did you do it?' they prodded on

'Some secret formula maybe?' Payal suggested

'Something like that' he confessed just then, stealthily giving Jodha a mischievous look.

She grinned back. She knew what he was thinking about. He knew that she knew what he was thinking about. In a way, it was her cute formula - the 'MY well-being = Sum total of YOUR (health + happiness + love + success) / timescales...' that'd magically resurrected his spirits!

'Arre yaar...' came the abrupt interruption in the form of Renu's gripes 'We're here for a picnic now... forget about college...annual day...and EXAMSSS... we've just finished with our exams 6 weeks ago...lets enjoy now!'

'You're right!' the girls agreed in unison

'Three cheers for our group...we  finally made this happen...'

'WHAT!' Renu sat up in a flash, a surprised frown now marking her face 'You mean 'I' finally made it happen!'

'Yeah...' Payal promptly admitted with a sheepish shrug

The car fell silent for a while there. No one else had anything to add to that comment. Well, Renu was undoubtedly a cranky fusspot. However, in this instance she wasn't wrong. Had it not been for Renu's efforts, this trip would never have materialized.

Getting a picnic coordinated between 8 passive people had turned out to be a nightmare of sorts for her. For starters, the initially proposed date had to be postponed since Jalal was reluctant to party on a date that coincided with Robbie's 1st month memorial. Then, Jodha's family had taken forever to give her permission - putting everyone else's plans on hold too. Following that; Payal and Sana hadn't given their confirmations till she'd literally threatened them into submission! Phew! No wonder then that Renu was so fiercely defensive of HER hand in having arranged the outing.

Thankfully; apart from the date and venue everything else about the trip had been more smooth-sailing! Well, the ladies had organized the food and the tambola, leaving  the men to take care of transport, music, drinks and everything else!

AT THE FARMHOUSE

Girls and guys, pranks and masti, food and drink, dance and music, fun and games - this mini crowd had all possible ingredients required to make this the most enjoyable of picnics. However, what amplified the appeal of the entire experience was the setting itself.

Set in between acres of rolling fields; the fully-furnished 3000 Sqft farmhouse they were spending the day at, had every probable luxury needed to cater for a merry group of college students - and more!

Italian marble tiles running across an entirely air-conditioned ground floor, a large projector to play movies, a sparkling kitchen, comfy rugs on the floor, plush sofas and marble statuettes gracing the corners. Why, its exclusive large rear-garden even had the mini waterfalls for added effect. Basically, the farmhouse was P-O-S-H!

Of course, HIS affluent gang had frequented such places many-a-time - but, the sights and the splendorous interiors were nothing short of a revelation for Jodha and her pals.  

'You like it?' Jalal had asked her softly, when he'd caught her admiring the view of the lush gardens from the portico

'It's not bad!' she'd part-admitted with a twinkle

'Wanna come back every year then?'

'I'll think about it' she'd chuckled

It wasn't very long before everyone had managed to make themselves at home. After all, everyone was eager to get the party rolling - and my, what a party it was turning out to be! By midday, they'd fooled around as much as they could, feasted far more than they should have and laughed till their sides could take it no more. So, they decided to plonk on the sofas to give it a rest and squander the lazy noon away with a few calmer forms of amusement - 'Antakshari', for instance.

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'Tujh bin suraj mein aag nahi re

Tujh bin koyal mein raag nahi re

Chaandaniya to barse

Phir kyun mere haath andhere lagde ne

Adhoori adhoori adhoori kahaani, adhoora alvida

Yunhi yunhi reh na jaaye adhoore sadaa

Adhoori adhoori adhoori kahaani, adhoora alvida

Yunhi yunhi reh na jaaye adhoore sadaa - aaa'

'Yayyy that was really good!'

'You are a pro...'

'Too good!'

'Jodha... kyaa gaati ho yaar!'

'Thanks guys' she gushed at the ongoing rave reviews her melodious rendition was receiving - before darting him a quiet look to see what he had to say.

Still lost in the beauty of her song, he broke out into an elusive grin 'Amazing as usual' he hadn't yet gotten over how dreamy she'd appeared throughout, creasing those eyebrows with her eyes shut tight as she'd hit those high notes!

'Ok now YOUR chance to sing...a song that begins with 'A'' Payal prodded the other team

'Nooo' came all the retaliatory voices in unison

'I've already finished singing...no more...' Maan groaned 'I can't remember any Hindi song now with A...Salim you sing yaar...'

'No way!' Salim stretched his arms out lethargically 'Jalal hasn't opened his mouth yet...let him sing now...'

'What! Me?' he cocked his head in shock 'Not me...you all know I can't sing...'

'Kuch bhi... like we are all Sonu Nigams!'

'I'm not singing...' Jalal shook his head

'Ok we give up...'

The ladies were obviously winning the Antakshari match by a long way - and the men were acting like typical bored players in a game they had little interest to begin with!

Following nearly five minutes of nothing but 'You sing' 'Jalal will sing' and 'I wouldn't sing', Jodha grew tired. She decided to take matters into her own hands - albeit, covertly. After all, the helpless men had put up with their tantrums for so long now and they could do with a bit of help! That AND the important fact that she was just as desperate as the rest of the lot to hear HIM sing a Hindi song - something even SHE hadn't had the opportunity of listening to, so far! So, taking advantage of the ongoing hungama, Jodha stealthily put her hand out and signalled to him.

It took Jalal a few seconds to realize she was beckoning him - but when he did, he promptly understood the real reason behind her underhanded tactics!

'I'm not singing' he shook his head at her firmly

'Sing once na...' she silently pleaded, before mouthing out a song to him - while ensuring no one from the raucous gathering was watching them 'Apni karam ki kar adaayen...'

'Oh nooo' he crinkled his forehead in pain 'Not THAT song...' like her listening to it on his car radio every two days wasn't enough!

'Stop the fuss and sing once...' she stared long and hard - and when even that didn't work, she glanced away unhappily 'Fine...your wish...'

Studying Jodha's mock-frustration with a defeated smile, the poor boyfriend had no other go but to give in. Letting out a weary sigh, he eventually turned to his mates 'Ok guys... I have a Hindi song with Aaa...'

'Arre wah'

'Go on...'

Taking a deep breath, he stared down at the rings on his finger and went on to hum the song she'd suggested - his awkwardness plain for all to see

'Apne karam ki kar adaayein..

Yaaraa.. Yaaraa.. Yaaraa..

Mujhko hi raah dede Kasme de waade de

Meri duaaon ke something something ko sahare de

Dil ko thikaanein de Naye something de

Khawaabon ki something ko Mausam ke paimane de'

By the the end of the first para, Jodha was literally biting into her lip so she didn't break out into a bout of sniggers. When Salim had said they were no Sonu Nigams, he was not being modest. None of them could carry a single musical note properly. However, Jalal's rendition had to win the prize for being the 'Worst' of an already bad lot!

Yet there she was; sitting back and thoroughly enjoying it with a wide grin. So what if it was her favourite song that was being butchered so mercilessly? After all, there was something so cute about the nervousness in his voice as he robotically went about screwing-up the lyrics. There was something so innocent in the fact that he was twirling his finger rings and not looking up because he knew he'd be braving many 'amused' faces if he did so. Most importantly, there was something so comforting in knowing that her adorable Mr.Know-it-all wasn't really Mr.Know-it-all. He couldn't cook, dance, draw and now as she heard him out, he couldn't sing - even if his life depended upon it. Phew, the scales felt more balanced now!

Unaware of the mischievously vindictive thoughts going on in his girl's mind, Jalal arrived at the finals bits of his song

'Apne karam ki kar adaayein

Kar de idher bhi tu nigaahein

Sun raha hai na tu

Ro raha hu mai' 

'That's it.. I'm done' he abruptly stopped and looked up at his silent audience and especially her, sporting a part-abashed frown

'Ro raha hu mai? Perfect lyrics...' came their comments

'Abbe ro hi rahaa thaa... gaa nahin rahaa thaa!' 

Everyone's chuckles that had been suppressed so long ultimately gave way

'Well...I did warn you all...' Jalal shrugged 

'Hmmm...' Abdul interrupted the revelry out of the blue, suspicions now clouding his features 'I know Jalal...and there's NO way he would have thought of a Hindi song by himself and all... I smell something fishy here...'

'You mean someone's helped him out?'

'Yes...someone from the other team, I think...'

Sensing the impending trouble coming their way, the horrified Jalal and Jodha hurled each other'Oh nooo...not again...' stares.

Then in a flash, Jalal leapt across to playfully muffle Abdul's mouth with his hand - unable to think up no alternative form of damage control for then 'Abbe...chup... I'm from your team...'

'See I told you guys...' Abdul wrestled his way out of his bestie's grasp 'Jodha helped him out! This is Love, Songs and Dhoka!'

Following a deafening round of laughter from all quarters; thus started the Jodha-Jalal tease session No. 32! With Maan singing a hundred different tuneless versions of 'Sun rahaa hai re tu', Salim and Abdul completed the drama by enacting highly theatrical Romeo-Julietized scenes to it!

The hapless couple could do little but grit their teeth and bear the 32nd onslaught with embarrassed grins. After all, there was no winning against such a bunch of pranksters, was there?

THE REAR GARDEN OF THE FARMHOUSE

'Hey' she eventually called out, after having observed how he'd been so immersed in studying the beautiful landscape for some time now 'Stepped out to escape all that teasing, haan?'

'Nah' he broke out into a smile, without even turning back 'I'm used to it...have been putting up with Abdul for 15 years now, remember?'

'Yes' she sniggered and then quickly got down the portico steps to join her boyfriend on the lawn 'God, I've never had such fun in my life...' she paused 'By the way, what are you doing here?'

'Nothing really...everyone's busy lounging and chatting...so thought of stretching my legs for a bit...' he indicated to the gardens 'It's sultry...but it's superb na!'

'Same here... thought of stepping out of that AC hall to catch some fresh evening air!'

'Was planning to read a book' he showed her the Isaac Asimov sci-fi novel in his hand

'Wow' she beamed and showed him the Nora Roberts romantic-thriller in hers 'Same here!'

'Chalo...let's sit down in the shade somewhere...'

No sooner than she nodded in agreement, Jalal gently took her palm in his and the duo began a casual stroll around the expansive well-manicured gardens. Hand-in-hand; the pair made their way through the dainty pathways - surveying the rockeries, mature shrubs and flowering beds perfectly dotted on both sides.

A few minutes on and a fresh surge of enthusiasm suddenly crept into her voice 'Hey look there' pointing to a secluded enclosure a short distance away, she asked on an inquisitive note 'Is that a garden swing?'

'Looks like it'

'Come on...lets go'

'WOW!' she nearly squealed in glee as they approached the spot 'Never sat in such a swing before ...that too in a private garden...'

'It's very dusty' Jalal let out a semi-convinced sigh on visually examining it 'And a bit rusty too!'

'Arre so what?' Jodha nimbly launched off to remove the leaves and the grime from the seat 'See...it seems better already'

Beholding his girlfriend's excited antics for a short while, Jalal erupted into a warm chuckle as he ultimately chose to yield to her whims. He started helping her out thereafter and before long, the dusty-rusty swing was in a more usable condition - thanks to their combined efforts!

There was still one issue though - the piercing sunlight falling upon the seat was not totally conducive to a calm eve of book-reading.

Shielding his eyes with his hand from the strong rays, Jalal glimpsed at the shady trees nearby - he got an idea. If he could pull this off, the setting would be the 'perfect' reader's getaway!

Swiftly guessing what was going on in his mind, Jodha grew alarmed. The mighty three seater iron swing had to weigh a ton and pushing it through all that muddy ground was going to be back-breaking 'No...Jalal...don't...it's not...worth' she spoke up, but stopped her sentence midway when he'd darted her a 'Just gimme a sec, please?' glance

'Fine!' folding her arms, she stood back and watched him with a disapproving grimace - she was not one to be impressed by unnecessary herogiri - especially not when it could cause him injury. However a few seconds later and those displeased frowns on her charming features gradually resembled something else - something more along the lines of awe. Much to her surprise, he was accomplishing what he'd set his heart out to - well, he'd managed to shove the hefty damn thing halfway already!

'OKAY!' she surrendered begrudgingly. So maybe, she'd marginally underestimated how tough he was. So maybe, all those taut muscles weren't just for show.

'There' the breathless man exhaled in relief, once the swing had reached its shady destination a few minutes later. Looking up at Jodha with a victorious grin, he dusted his palms brusquely and gave her a spirited wink 'My ma'am...all your wishes fulfilled ...wanna sit now?'

'You bet' she giggled, snapping out of her stunned gazes

Comfortably proceeding to take his seat on one corner, Jalal leaned against the backrest and opened his book - waiting for her to join him.

Contrary to what he was expecting, Jodha didn't sit beside him. Nah! Such lovely ambience. Such lovely company. Such a lovely book in hand - she was going to read her novel her 'preferred' way. Flicking away her heels, she set her mobile down and went on to lay on the long plank - daintily resting her head on his lap.

'Wow' he thought when he studied that riveting face of hers now reposing on him.

He hadn't expect her to do that. Nevertheless, he LOVED it - especially, the fact that his girl now had no qualms exercising her rights over him - especially, the manner with which she'd snugly made him her home.

'Now stop staring at me...' she tried not to blush 'And start reading your book...'

'I'll try...' he grinned, slowly beginning to run his fingers from her forehead all the way through her long wavy hair that cascaded across the swing. Pursuing with his mischief; Jalal continued to check out her enticing features with unbroken gazes, while she attempted very hard to concentrate on her story. Sometime later and she had to give up

'Jalal' she protested softly, closing his eyes with her hand 'Stop staring at me and READ your book!'

'Ok...' he conceded with a hearty laugh thereafter and moved her palm away to return to the pages in his novel

Thus, they went about swaying on that swing for a long spell - a spell that was equally delightful for both - a spell of tranquillity with nothing but the sounds of the creaking swing and the chirping birds around. She dug into her Nora Roberts, seeking comfort in the presence of his lap as she did so. He perused through his Isaac Asimov, deriving his pleasure in playing with her locks as he did so.

After making it through a few pages in this fashion, Jodha subsequently spoke up on a mild note 'Jalal...what you're doing to my hair is undoubtedly A-M-A-Z-I-N-G...but, anymore of this and I'm just going to fall off asleep on you...'

'So?' he questioned - his eyes still transfixed on the chapter he was reading 'Sleep na...we've come here to relax after all...' he paused 'By the way, I love playing with your hair...you know that?'

'Same here' she snickered

'Same here ka kyaa matlab?' he enquired slyly, glancing down at her crafty expressions 'You love ME playing with your hair or YOU love playing with mine?'

'Keep guessing' she teased him, flipping another page as she did so

Smirking at her canny responses, he returned to the interesting chapter he was at

'By the way' she resumed once again I meant to tell you...there's another thing I LOVE...'

He waited patiently - something already told him there had to be a twist to this

'I LOVE your version of Sun rahaa hai' she halted 'Even more than Ankit Tiwari's..'

'Oh nooo' he rolled his eyes - he knew it! It HAD to be something like this!

'Sing it again for me na...'

'What!' he glared down at her in shock 'You've gotta be kidding...no way...'

'Pleasee eee eee' she put on the girliest charms she could

Shaking his head in the negative, Jalal decided to keep his eyes on the book for then 'You don't LUURRVVEE me singing and all Jo...you just find the whole spectacle entertaining...'

Some time later, he caught the sulky frowns on her brow from the corner of his eyes 'You're more tantrumy today than usual, aren't you?' he sighed not-too-happily 'We're in such a peaceful setting...why do you want to hear me bray now?'

Glimpsing away from her book, she gazed up at him 'Because when you sang that song, you had an innocent look on your face...and that's the sweetest expression I've seen on you...ever!'   

What! She couldn't be serious! He examined her eyes carefully for a while - there had to be a catch somewhere! Anywhere? Surprisingly, despite a thorough investigation he found none. So, she wasn't joking? She genuinely loved to watch him sing? Wow!

Kneading his forehead with his fingers, he exhaled awkwardly 'Hmmm...but promise me you're not gonna making a habit of this...'

'I'll try...' she giggled

Overcoming his reservations, Jalal cleared his throat - about to restart the song he'd sung not so long ago. Just then, the pair were interrupted when a music of another kind started reverberating - it was the ringtone on her phone

'Oh...one sec' she stretched her hand out to grab the instrument from the lawn below - it was a number she couldn't recognize

'Hello' she attended the call soon after

For the following few seconds there was no response whatsoever

'Hello' she pressed on 'Who's this?'

'Jodha Singh...' came a man's unfamiliar voice ultimately 'It's me...'


Edited by Anushka8722 - 9 years ago
Posted: 9 years ago

PART 33

1st June

THE REAR GARDEN OF THE FARMHOUSE

Alarmed, she sat up in an instant - letting the Nora Roberts slip off on the swing.

Taken aback by her sudden reactions following the call, Jalal watched her closely

'Who is this?' came Jodha's subsequent query - but, what ensued was another spell of nothingness. Puzzled, she glimpsed at Jalal worriedly. With his expressions mirroring hers, it was obvious that both shared the same line of thoughts

'Is it the stalker?'

Just as she was about to give it one last go, a brief crackle sounded - after which, the man's voice was finally heard again

'Hello... yes... I'm sorry that the line's so bad...I can barely hear you...' he paused 'Can't you hear me?'

'No'

'It's me... Rishabh...our parents have been in touch...'

'RISHABH?' she muttered to herself, in surprise. She couldn't believe she'd done so, but she'd actually breathed a mini sigh-of-relief on hearing the identity of the caller. Well, ANYONE would do as long as it wasn't the 'freak' again!

Needless to say, that 'sigh of relief' was only short-lived!

'Can't hear you again' he prompted

'Please wait a sec...' she exhaled 'I'm outside the city...so the reception's bad...'

Turning to her anxious boyfriend with a reassuring 'Don't worry...it's not the stalker' look, she got off the swing to walk around on the soft lawn - in search of better reception.  


'Hi...so we finally get to talk' he started off, once he could hear her better I'd sent you an email quite a while ago...but, didn't get any response...I guess the mail must have bounced off ...'

'Or maybe I deliberately didn't respond cos I just wasn't interested?' she mentally corrected him - but, of course she couldn't say it aloud. So, she just remained Miss Diplomatic 'Oh...how unfortunate...'

'I must confess...' Rishabh continued 'When I heard your name at first...I...thought it was a bit... err... different...ermm...not something I've heard before...'

'You found my name odd, you mean...' she helped him out  

'But...' Rishabh quickly made amends, sensing the sarcasm in her tone 'I quite like it now...and I would really like to get to know you personally...' he didn't waste much time on frilly talk 'I've heard so much about you from our rishtedaars...I've seen your photo...and I must say, I'm really impressed!'

'Oh!' Jodha uttered - this was getting quite uncomfortable, what with her boyfriend on one side and the rishta-dude going all frisky on the other!

'I don't know if anyone's told you this...' he marched on, not awaiting a response from her 'But you're very very beautiful!'

'Gosssh!' she frowned 'Yes someone special tells me this everyday and I prefer hearing it from HIM' was the prompt response that popped up in her head, but she decided to keep her answer in check 'Thanks'

No sooner than she dismissed his flattery with a lacklustre reply, Jodha instinctively turned around - half-expecting Jalal to be studying her flummoxed expressions warily.

Nope, he wasn't. Instead; there he was swinging by himself - his eyes intently scanning the pages of his sci-fi novel. Her gazes immediately mellowed as she went on to observe her engrossed guy - the one who'd taken her single 'Don't worry...it's not the stalker' look as assurance and backed-off. The one who wasn't prying into the 'Whos' or 'Whys' of the call she'd just received because he knew when to give her her privacy and just let her be. If THAT was the kind of confidence he had in her - his feelings deserved THAT much respect from her too!

'Why are you so silent?' Rishabh's question resurfaced - it was difficult for him to interpret if it was the reception that was so bad or she that was so tight-lipped. So, he tried again 'You know Jodha... I've received many proposals ever since my parents have been pursuing a rishtaa... but, your picture just...'

'Rishabh...' she eventually spoke up, intending to bring their conversation to an end 'I know our parents are eager for us to get to know each other...but, the truth is that...currently, I'm not ready for this...I'm pursuing my MBA and I want to concentrate on my education first...I'm sorry...'

Not surprisingly, the parting words that followed in the next two minutes - were awkward, quick and curt!


'Hey...' Jalal welcomed his girlfriend with a smile, before noticing the subtle creases on her forehead 'What happened...you seem a bit pareshaan...'

'Hmmm' she walked towards him, liking the feel of the plush lawn under her bare-feet I't was the rishta-dude!'

'Oh!' he grimaced wryly

'I told him I'm not interested...'

'Hmmm...pehle Shareef...then stalker...now rishta-waala?' sneering at the expanding list of culprits, Jalal glanced up at Jodha to gauge her reactions when he spotted a 'different' look in her eyes - as though she was holding something back 'Kuch hai... that you want to tell me?'

'Well...er...' she hesitated, as she resumed her seat beside him on the swing 'Nothing really... just that he saw my photo... and...you know...' her voice trailed off

'Ahaa...' Jalal nodded his head slowly - he could guess the sort of compliments rishta-dude would have paid his girl. Repressing his displeasure thereon, Jalal let out a long sigh and went about repeating the mantra - the only solution he had to keep his 'possessive' emotions in check for then 'My girlfriend's irresistible...my girlfriend's irresistible...' he did a few rounds of breathing exercises 'Deep breath in...deep breath out... relax... Jalal!'

'Jalaaal' she broke out into a fit of giggles, observing the adorably humorous manner in which he was dealing with the annoying situation. Sliding her arm around his, she tried to make light of the issue 'So says Mr. Popular himself... have you seen what I have to put up with... like you haven't noticed the 'flirty' gazes girls sport around you...even now when they KNOW you're with ME!' she jabbed his shoulder playfully 'And what about your phone contacts list...30 guys and 200 girls?'

Nope, diverting the issue with some light-hearted exaggeration wouldn't do the trick. He turned to his fascinating girlfriend who was leaning against his arm - his brows now knotted into an incredibly crafty frown 'And let any of those 200 girls send me scented cards...or call me to describe how I look...I'd like to see your reactions then...'

'God!' she covered her mouth in amusement 'Poor you!' the harder he was trying not to get worked-up the more it was turning out to be a day of unending frustrations for him - first the group's tease-a-thons, then the Antakshari debacle and now this! Melting at his plight, she reigned-in her chuckles and thought up another distraction 'Ok...ok...ok forget about this...by the way, you still haven't sung me the song...'

What! Where did that come from? 'Nooo' he buried his face in his palm 'Not again!'

'Pleaseee...'

'But whyyy?' he glimpsed up with childlike grievance

'I told you na...I just LOVED those innocent expressions of yours...'

'Jo...' his smiles appeared almost mildly-offended now 'You do realize THIS ploy of yours is not making me feel any better, either? You wanting me to sing cos of the expressions on my face rather than my voice...errr... sounds more like a jibe and less like a compliment...'

'Oh yeah...you're right...' she burst out laughing - she couldn't stifle it this time around. He had a point there. Wiping the funny tears off, she tried composing herself in a minute. She better do something to placate her already-irked boyfriend, before she ended up exasperating him anymore 'Arre baba' she resumed with newfound enthusiasm - throwing in a bribe too 'I LOVE to SEE you sing...so, sing now...and I'll tell you about a surprise I have in store for you...'

WOW! Interesting! Now, THAT was more like it 'Really?' a wicked lop-sided grin made its way on his lips

'Chup badmaash!' she thwarted his expectations at once - realizing the kind of naughty thoughts that must have flashed by his mind 'Not the kind of surprise you're thinking about...' her demeanour steadily became gentler 'It's something I've been making for months now...' she looked up at him - his lop-sided grins had softened down  

'A painting?' he inferred

'Yeah... it's a painting...' she confessed, impressed by his clever guesswork

'Then...I'll sing for you when you've given me the painting...'

'You know Jalal...' she sighed unhappily 'Even Arijit Singh wouldn't throw this much attitude around...'

'Fine... then I have a request of my own...' he bartered 'Make THAT happen and I'll fulfill your wishes too...'

'What?' she asked with growing suspicion

Wasting no further time; Jalal got off the swing, turned around and held his hand out for her to accept 'I'll sing the song... and you dance with me...let's finish what we hadn't...on that New Year's eve, in that dingy store room!'

'Oh!' she wondered, as it all came back to her - now, that didn't sound like too bad a bargain 'Fine...' she leapt away from the plank and joined him...I'm in!'

No sooner than she'd placed her hand in his, Jalal's glances intensified as he proceeded to wrap his fingers around her palm. Taking the lead thereafter, he pulled her close and assertively rested her arms upon his shoulders. Hypnotized in the presence of one another, they silently continued reading the evolving saga of romance in each other's eyes. Both their gazes had the same stories to tell - parallel memories from THAT fateful New Year's night - the first milestone in a beautiful relationship that was meant to happen!

A few seconds later; he went ahead to wholly envelope her dainty form within his broad arms. The two then began gently swaying  in anticipation of the absurd concert that was to be inaugurated

'Apne karam ki kar adaayein..' he kicked-off with a shaky voice

Just then, the tuneless rendition was brought to an abrupt standstill - her mobile ringtone had started playing - once again!

'Oops...I am sooo sorry...' Jodha appealed sheepishly 'Ek sec...I'll just check who it is...'

'Go ahead...' he sighed and freed his arms, letting her grab her phone from the swing

'Mamma' her eyes widened when she checked the caller - she HAD to attend this one. She looked up at her guy. What she noted thence tugged at her heart strings - though he didn't want to show it, hints of disappointment had started seeping into his soft frowns once more. Today was just not his day, was it?

In an attempt to make him feel better, she hastily approached him and re-wrapped a hand around his neck - while still clinging onto the phone with the other. Earnestly touched by her sweet gesture, Jalal flashed her a tender smile and went ahead to complete the pose by reinstating her within his embrace.

The couple thus resumed their soft dance - only, the background sounds were to be Jodha's conversation and not Jalal's Sun rahaa hai re tu for then!

1 minute later...

'What mamma? Yes I'm TOTALLY enjoying myself...beautiful place...amazing company...' she darted her boyfriend an impish look - and he winked back in agreement

2 minutes later...

'Mamma!' a sour gloom suddenly eclipsed her features 'YOU asked Rishabh to call? But, why?'

Jalal raised his brow at the irony of his situation - not only was he contending with the interruption, he was putting up with the mother-daughter duo discussing rishta-waala right under his nose too!

3 minutes later...

'Mamma...' she whined in near-defeat

'Jodha' reverberated the mom's irked voice via the speaker 'Why can't we discuss this now? It's the first time you've spoken to Rishabh, so we're all excited to know the details ... picnic pe hi gayi ho...exam thodi likh rahi ho...'

'Shall I leave?' a semi-bored Jalal visually enquired of his girl at that point -  it didn't look like the call was going to end anytime soon. He indicated to his abandoned Isaac Asimov 'I'll go and read my book na...'

'No no...just a sec more...I'm done' she pleaded with her eyes and held on to his shoulders tightly, before reverting to her mom 'Haan mamma...yeah...I'm here...I AM listening...'

5 minutes later...

'Mamma...please...please...' her tone that'd been listless so long immediately transformed into one of dread 'I'll talk to bhaiyya later...not now...baad mein...' oops, she was too late - the phone had already been passed around

'Yayyy...the more, the merrier...' Jalal wryly cheered when he learnt of the latest update - after all, bhaiyya was the only one missing in their slow-dance so long!

8 minutes later...

'Bhaiyya...' she protested 'I told him I'm not interested...'

'Urgh' the silent boyfriend gave up and wearily leaned his head against her soft shoulder - there were just too many people who seemed to take pleasure in spoiling his few available moments with his girl. His patience was wearing thin. He'd had enough!

'I'm going inside' Jalal signalled in the direction of the farmhouse with a long stare

'NO! NO!' she insisted loudly, giving her man another apologetic glance 'Ho gaya...just a sec more...'

'Kyaa? NO?' came bhaiyya's surprised voice from the other end 'You mean you don't want us to cancel the rishta? I KNEW it... I knew you'd like Rishabh...'

'What!' she yelled at the confusion that'd just been caused by her loud 'NO's to Jalal 'No bhaiyya I didn't mean NO to THAT...'

10 minutes later...

'Yes...' she sighed 'Don't worry...we'll return home safely bhaiyya...'

'Safe?' Jalal smirked and leaned forward to whisper into her other ear 'Tell bhaiyya not to worry... that you're with YOUR guy... it's as safe as it gets!'

'Yeah bhaiyya...' she droned, blindly repeating Jalal's instructions 'I'm with my guy...and it's as safe as it...'

'What?' echoed the brother's confused question through the speaker 'WHO?'

DAMN! She woke up, suddenly realizing what she'd just done. The simultaneous conversations on two sides had muddled her up 'Oh no...nothing bhaiyya...I'm with my guys... my friends...I meant...ok... I'll go now... mamma ko bhi bol deejiye...'

'Wait choti...'

Having swiftly managed to make amends, she glared at the now amused Jalal 'Its not funny...I could have been caught!'

'Ok...ok' he laughed to himself - but, he couldn't deny that the mix-up was the first 'fun' thing that'd happened to him in the past 10 minutes! Actually, it was the only thing that'd managed to draw him out of the ongoing boredom.

Boredom? Now THAT gave him an idea - the devil in him had just struck upon a brilliant ruse to while his time, while she remained so embroiled with family!

Within a matter of seconds, the characteristic Jalal grins were back!

11 minutes later...

'Kasme de waade de...meri duaaon ke something something ko sahare de...'

'Ufff Jalal...' she hissed - the song he'd begun humming in one ear was muffling the chatter going on at the other end. She hastily motioned to the farmhouse with a semi-guilty look 'Ok.. ok..tum ab chalo...I'll join you soon...'

'What?' he stared in disbelief 'You ask me to stay - I stay... you ask me to go - I go...' the defiant man shook his head 'No ma'am...I don't work that way!'

12 minutes later...

'Dil ko thikaanein de Naye something de' he started murmuring the lines once again, the tip of his nose starting to chase the outline of her sleek ears as he did so

'Jalal' she squirmed - what he was doing tingled so much 'Kyaa mamma? No, I'm not laughing. Nothing happened!'

13 minutes later...

'Khawaabon ki something something something...' he'd obviously lost track of the lyrics by now,  but not of his devious ploys. He'd moved on from playing with her ear to savouring the natural fragrances in her open hair - a phenomenon so drawing there was no snapping him out of it. Well, yes his face had to brush past the silky sides of her neck every now and again - but, so what? His plans were primarily to hum the song - not his fault if a few brushes happened during the course of it, was it? It was all part of the game.

'Nooo...' she shuddered for the nth time as she'd felt his warm profile playing touch-me touch-me-not with the delicate areas in her neck yet again 'God' she openly swore at that point - this was sooo distracting and for a variety of reasons!

'Kya hua beta? Why are you shouting?'

'Nothing mamma...' she shot Jalal a cautionary scowl, while actively trying to balance the slippery mobile on the other shoulder 'My friend...I mean friends.. are having a great deal of fun at my expense right now!'

14 minutes later...

'Kar de idher bhi something...sun raha hai na tu...' he persevered - the kicks he derived from this perilous sport were too addictive to let go. She was busy, she was flustered, she was trying not to pay him attention and she was trying all she could to resist - but, he didn't care. The heat on her skin and the frenzy with which she was digging into his shoulder blades in response to his foreplay was a dead giveaway of what she was going through.

Just then, his gruff jawline drifted past the base of her neck and onto the exposed stretches of her shoulder

'Huh' she suddenly stopped a sentence midway to let out an unexpected audible gasp - now THAT sensation had taken even her by surprise!

'What's happening beta?'

'Errr...nothing mamma...'

'Oops sorry...' he hushly giggled beside her ear - unable to decide if that act had been incidental or intentional 'Did that only tickle? Ya fir kuch aur bhi hua...'

'Ok bye mamma' she abruptly decided to end it there 'My friend...friends...are really troubling me now...so, I better go'

Switching off the phone at once, she stepped back from his clasp and folded her arms in light-hearted contempt. Of course, her beats were still thumping and her face was still cherry-red - but THAT wasn't the point! 'What do you think you're doing mister?'

He shrugged his shoulders innocently 'I was only keeping up my word Jodha...and singing my song...' he paused 'Do you know how difficult it was to sing that entire para...I kept my voice low, so your family didn't hear...' he put on an unhappy grimace 'And you didn't even compliment my song yet...'

'What?' Jodha became wide-eyed, trying very hard not to cave in to his 'Cute-look' theatrics or the hilarity of the crisis. How efficiently he'd ended up twisting everything in his favour!

'You devil...' she scolded him a moment later 'Bichaari meee...trying to manage Rishabh on one side... then mamma...bhaiyya...and YOU...' she scoffed playfully 'Did you even think for a second what I was putting up with?'

What! 'Hello?' he raised his brow teasingly, before correcting her 'Bichaaraa ME, you mean Jo!' he adjusted his voice so it'd sound vaguely like hers and then put up his fingers so he could start counting - he had a long series of arguments in his favour in case she'd forgotten -

'Jalal...please don't call me at home any more cos mamma's getting suspicious...' he started off, by impersonating her

'Jalal...only formal emails, haan?'

'Jalal...please don't send me any flirty texts incase someone checks...'

'Ok...' Jodha shut her eyes and looked away, biting her lip in growing amusement. God, this guy was impossible. Then again, she couldn't deny it altogether - all their meetings DID come with a few conditions from her end. Damn! All her fault - why did she even have to joke about the bichaari part?

'Jalal... weekend mein date pe aanaa mushkil hai...' he pursued with the counting

'Jalal ...exams...I have to get home early...'

'Ok...ok...' she kneaded her forehead with a repressed chuckle 'I understand baba...I'm sorry...'

'Jalal...from next month I'll be busy...I'm part of the Annual Day organizing committee...' he was running out of fingers to count on now

'Jalal...no gifts, flowers or cards from you, haan?'

'OKAY now chup...I'm warning you...' she'd cut him there, but she was undeniably enjoying his comical mimicry of hers. After all, she couldn't refute the fact that his frustrations were somehow justified - he'd been sportively putting up with quite a bit for her sake!

'Jalal...I have to attend this call to discuss about my rishta...'

'Stop now...I'm WARNING YOU!'

'Jalal...I ' he couldn't complete that statement.

What had stopped him in his tracks so efficiently was something he hadn't foreseen. A culmination of emotions that took him a few seconds to come to terms with - a shocker that'd rendered him speechless - LITERALLY!

Cupping his face in her tender hands, she continued sealing his lips with hers as tightly as she could, her eyes securely closed since she couldn't face him as she carried out so bold a move. Well, she could think up no other urgent tactic to permanently stop her boyfriend's delightful gripes for then!

After a short stunned spell of stillness between the two, she faltered for a bit - not knowing how to proceed. Well, she was a novice at this and he was the one who took the lead every time they made out. So, she followed her instincts and gave him a gentle peck. Still revelling in the heat of the moment, a euphoric smile emerged on his face. Sensing her hesitance, Jalal scooped her up in his hold - not letting Jodha break 'her' precious first kiss. Guiding her along, he went on to make sensual love to her lips like a skilful lover would.

After a long interval ablaze with such ecstasy, the pair parted to take a breather. Anxiously opening her eyes thence, the exhausted girlfriend sought his reactions. He was yet to reel from the daze of it all

'Wow! Just WOW!' he gasped with an incredibly mischievous look 'I LOVE bade bhaiyya now...' he winked 'It FINALLY happened... thanks to him...'

'Chup badmaash!' she turned his face away so she didn't have to watch him chuckling at her crimson cheeks 'You take such pleasure in troubling me...'

'Just like you do to me, Jo...'

'And that's why I love you so much' she confessed

'Me too!' he tapped the edge of her nose

Just then; she spotted a few distant figures from the corner of her eye. Their friends were stepping out onto the portico, from inside the farmhouse

'We should get going Jalal' she reminded him

'Yup!'

Regrouping themselves; she slipped back into her heels while he picked up their books from the swing. Their spirits lively and their smiles zesty, the couple returned to their mates - hand-in-hand - just as when they'd made their way to 'Reader's paradise'.


'Wow!' Renu clapped her hands, no sooner than Jodha and Jalal had joined them 'What I'd booked for was meant to be a GROUP picnic...' she held the balustrades at the edge of the portico to stop her from losing gait 'But here you both have sought your own escape...away from the rest of us!'

Darting each other a quick stare, Jodha and Jalal let go of each other's palms and turned to face the group - their discomfort evident.  

'Ever since SHE's come into your life...' Renu vehemently pointed to Jodha, before having to support herself against the balustrade yet again 'You've changed SO MUCH...you've totally forgotten about the rest of us Jalal...do you have any idea what WE must be feeling...'

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Posted: 9 years ago

OSR PART 34

1st June

THE PORTICO - AT THE BACK OF THE FARMHOUSE

Abruptly thrown into an eddy of unpleasantry, the couple scanned everyone's stunned expressions and then glimpsed away. This confrontation definitely didn't make for a very nice spectacle!

'Renu...'

'Please stop yaar...' came the group's well intended protests soon after

'But Renu...' Jalal finally joined them, seeking justification 'We spent the whole morning and noon together as a group...it's only now that...'

'Morning, noon, evening, night...' Renu interrupted hysterically 'We ALWAYS hung out as a group before... but not any more...and because of you...'

'Kyaa?' Jalal refuted - his tone modest, but his glances stern 'I don't think others feels that way...'

'He's right...' Abdul voiced his support - he'd obviously had enough by that point 'As a group, we do spend time at classes together...we have our lunches together...we all still hang out as a gang...but, you're always fussing...'

'What?' Renu clumsily blinked in alarm 'Haven't you felt bad that he...'

'NO!' Abdul retorted - aware of what she was trying to do 'Jalal returns calls if he misses them...he catches up whenever he can...he knows how to give everyone their priorities...'

'You're just acting like his f**king fan or something' Renu cackled

'What!' Abdul became wide-eyed 'Stop using such language...'

'Ha ha ha Abdul' she stumbled around for a moment -the boisterous laughter throwing her off her center of balance

Taken aback, Jalal and Jodha instantly darted each other a troubled stare. Yes, Renu was quite unpredictable but this behaviour was very strange - even for her standards!

'She's not in her senses...' Jodha frowned

'No...she's had TOO much to drink...' Jalal let out a long sigh, before attempting to quell the rising tempers 'Hey guys...let's discuss this later'

'Jalal...does she have to start her tamasha here too?' Salim overrode him

'And Renu...' Maan queried, adding to the confusion 'Why are you always picking on Jodha?'

With her name being mentioned again, Jodha darted her more docile gang a tense look. Not surprisingly, Meera, Payal and even Sana - were just as flummoxed about the incidents.

Noticing how queasy his gang's showdown was making the ladies, Jalal ran his thumb on his temple in vexation 'Hey...please calm down...come on...'

'Jalal' Abdul replied back 'Why don't you ask HER to shut it first? She was the one who started it...'

'Yeah Jalal...waise bhi, I have to ask her why she's always treating us like slaves...'

'Shut up everyone...' Renu yelled aloud, out-of-the-blue 'Just SHUT THE f**k UP...'

'You shut it bitch!' echoed Salim's shocking retaliation, a second later. As it is, everyone had grown tired of her neverending whining - this tirade was the final straw. That and the fact that everyone was a bit drunk!

'Salim's right' Abdul added thereon 'Why don't you shut the f**k up, first?'

Appalled by the deteriorating situation, Jodha turned to Jalal to perceive his reactions. He was obviously unhappy - the childish display going on in front was turning out to be both, embarrassing and offensive!

'Jalal' she whispered, trying to get him to share his thoughts

'Yeah...' his jaw tightened, his stares still fixed upon the squabbling group. While he surely didn't like the manner in which Renu had spoken to them, he also didn't like the manner in which the group were ganging upon a lone woman - especially one who wasn't in her senses! 'Jodha...please give us a sec na...' he sighed 'I need to have a word with both, Renu and the guys...'

'Haan...' she nodded in accordance with his judicious advice 'We'll wait inside the house...' just as he'd starting making his way towards the hostile gathering, she called out to him softly - there was something in her mind she'd been meaning to share 'Jalal...please don't be too hard on Renu...I think she's just very very insecure...'

Steadily bringing his pace to a halt, he turned around in silence. It was only for a second - but, even amidst all that turmoil - her words had managed to erase the worry lines on his forehead. God, what a woman she was - capable of depicting earnest concern for someone who'd always shown her nothing but bitterness. No wonder then, that her virtues set her apart from most others he knew!

'You're amazing Jo...' he smiled tenderly 'Never a bad word.. for anyone...'

'I know' she smiled back - observing the 'proud boyfriend' look reflecting in his gazes 'But don't speak too soon...' she giggled mildly 'You have no idea the kind of words I used to call YOU by...'

'You think I haven't guessed?' Jalal laughed to himself, before reverting his glances to his rowing mates 'Anyway, I better go' 

Concluding their 'moment' with a sweet wink, the man resumed his trek towards the other end of the portico - the sticky issue had shown no signs of abating yet!

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'I understand Abdul...' he placed a firm hand on his bestie's shoulder 'SHE is not in her senses...SHE is rude...but, how does it make sense for us to behave in the same manner sabke saamne?' he glanced at Salim 'And what happened to you today, mister...zyaadaa pee liya kya?'

'I didn't like how she was creating misunderstandings...using our names to exaggerate HER issues...' Abdul explained after a minute or so 'But, you're right...I overreacted...stupid of me!'

There was a long spell of stillness amidst the four following that admittance - after all, dealing with 'emotions' weren't one of men's specialties. However, by the time Jalal thought up some sane words to dispel the touchy matter, Maan spoke up for the sorry-ish batch 'You're right...things DID get out of hand...'

'Haan yaar...' Salim nodded

'Hey...' Abdul spoke up, a fresh gusto seeping into his manner 'Forget about all this...I'm grabbing some Nimboo Paani to sober-up us silly drunkards...' he raised his voice - so the sulking Renu could hear it too 'Does SOMEONE else want Nimboo Paani too?'

'Leave her alone...' Jalal chuckled, beginning to nudge his mates into the farmhouse 'I'll have a word with her...'

'Ok... ok...'

Before long; the guys had exchanged a few clumsy grins and parted ways - gladly letting Jalal have the difficult job of tackling the problem-maker!


'Hey pagal' he greeted her as he approached her spot

Renu was still looking the other way - she couldn't afford to let him catch her tearful eyes. She'd always boasted of how much she hated girlie tears - and it had to remain that way 'I'm sure you have something mean to say too...' she grumbled

'Renu' he exhaled deeply, leaning against the balustrade beside her 'Yahaan dekho...' he patiently waited for his downcast pal to turn to him, before he could broach the subject 'I'm not going to mince my words ... please tell me... why this constant animosity towards Jodha and I?' he observed how she was continuing to avert his gazes, so he arched down - and jovially peeked into her angry eyes 'I always make it a point to return your calls or texts...like Abdul said, we're still very much the same gang as before...then, WHERE am I going wrong?' he waited for a response once again - but, she didn't seem to be able to give him one - even after a few minutes. Gradually losing the willingness to endure her muted stance, Jalal shrugged his shoulders in disappointment 'Why are you constantly DEMANDING attention from me? What HAS happened to that independent confident tomboyish friend I knew of...what has gotten over you?'

'I admit I never liked her gang much Jalal...and especially HER!' ultimately came Renu's curt declaration

His sceptical frowns deepened - he knew that a few more discomforting confessions were to make their way, but he had to listen her out. At least, if this would help her deal with the permanent angst she had against Jodha and her friends!

'Yeah I'm VERY jealous that she's pretty and smart and spunky...' she cribbed 'Yeah, I'm VERY unhappy that our classy outings...our clubbing...our discos have now turned into garden picnics and antaksharis! Yeah, I am VERY sad that everyone else has found a partner ... even Abdul and Meera have grown close...but, that's NOT my main problem...'

Jalal folded his arms unhappily - waiting to hear what more venom she had to spit out. Something told him he wasn't going to like what was to come 'What's your problem then?'

'My main problem is that I'm scared... insecure... lonely ' she burst out into a volley of emotions, forcefully jabbing his shoulder as she did so 'I've lost MY BEST FRIEND forever... and THIS was something I feared the very moment I saw you gazing at her, the first week at uni...you're a different man now...'

'People change when they meet someone they love, Renu...'

'But you've changed for someone who cannot give you happiness Jalal!'

'That's enough, Renu!' he didn't like her tone

'I genuinely care for you...and my instincts have been telling me from the very beginning...' she threw her arms in the air 'Jodha is going to be the cause of so much hurt in your life...of your downfall...get away from her!' she repeatedly shouted out in a tipsy-fit 'GET AWAY when you can... she's bad luck...'

'THAT'S ENOUGH Renu...' the agitated man quashed her loud cries 'We will NOT have this pointless conversation again...' he rubbed his forehead in escalating annoyance 'You need to sober-up...if you want, I'll get you some water...' he suggested, eager to shift the topic. 

Well, the friend didn't know what else to do to counter the unproductive statements and drunken drivel she was coming up with then. The only respite he had following that futile conversation was that Jodha hadn't been around to listen to something so hurtful!

- or so he'd thought!

THE FARMHOUSE KITCHEN

'She is going to be the cause of so much hurt in your life...of your downfall...get away from her when you can... she's bad luck...'  

Jodha stared-on blankly as the sentences kept replaying in her mind - sincerely hoping that she could undo everything that had happened in the past two minutes. If only she hadn't heard those ominous words. If only she'd remained as ignorant of this statement, as she was about the remaining conversation between the two friends. If only she hadn't been near the kitchen window, making herself a hot cup of tea - just when Renu had spewed all that. If only - but, fate had willed otherwise!

'Hurt and downfall' - exactly the terms used by the anonymous texter in one of his messages too!

Nope, she wasn't suspecting Renu of being the texter. In fact, on following Jalal's advice - she wasn't pointing fingers at any of their friends till they could garner proof. Besides, she'd been receiving the lovey-dovey texts even BEFORE she was acquainted with his group and it made no sense for Renu to send her such flattery smses from then.   

Why her heart had become so restless was because of the eerily dismal forewarnings in both. She couldn't understand why so many were out to jinx so beautiful a relationship they had - a relationship that was unimaginably precious to her now!

Why did Renu feel that Jalal would go through such pain because of her? How would she be the cause of Jalal's downfall? After all, there could be no one who wished greater happiness upon him than she did!

'NOOO' the fighting voices in her head retaliated simultaneously 'I WILL NOT let such things happen...' she paused, battling to renew her confidence 'I will not let any harm come upon him...'

She HAD to resurrect her morale. She HAD to perk-up her spirits. She could not let the fighter in her cower in fright. She could not let a few baseless dilemmas and drunken babble cloud her mind. She HAD to forget about this!

Jodha continued gazing through the large window, her mind still waging a hundred battles. Her attention had been fixed upon the distant end of the lawn for a while now - at the 'Reader's paradise', to be precise.

How happy and content she'd been till a few minutes ago - till Renu had made those worrying allegations. Damn, did insecurity have to be such a contagious malady?

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THE FOLLOWING MONTH...

July; the month that followed, was an 'Uber-busy' period for the couple - the busiest of days they'd known so far.

For him, the calendar marked the Holy month of Ramadan - the month of fasting. Group meetings at the canteen had stopped altogether and even end-of-the-day catch-ups at college had become a rarity. His household was playing host to numerous family engagements. Special prayers featured his evening routine, weekends were taken up by visiting kin and any available spare time was devoted to Amal old age home. Basically; Jalal's diary was full!

For her, it was a month loaded with tasks of all sorts. The 2nd semester had brought with it fresh subjects and assignments. To top it, she'd been designated duties aplenty as part of the Annual Day organization team. Committee meetings and rigorous dance practice sessions had been added to an already packed daily schedule. Basically; Jodha's diary was full too!

Yes, the couple did manage to squeeze in a mini rendezvous once a day - but, bearing in mind their commitments, it rarely lasted for more than a few minutes. Nevertheless; they'd decided that for however long they met, they'd live those few minutes to the fullest and that is exactly what they did - recreating two hours of magic within a spell of two minutes!

THE SRI AUDITORIUM  BACKSTAGE

'Ouch...these props weigh a ton' she winced in pain as she'd finish dropping the third of seven cartons in the holding area, backstage 'Phew... four more to go...and then a few bits to put away...' she counted in dread. She didn't know if it was the trek from the dais to the holding area that was getting longer or if it were the cartons that were getting heavier. All she knew was that the job was getting tougher.

Lectures, library stopovers, Annual Day responsibilities, a 45 minute gruelling dance practice - her day had had it all. Worse, she was enduring the bane of nearly every woman's life then - the first day of her period. Needless to say, the chaos had taken a toll on her back. She felt KNACKERED!

'Ouch' she grimaced again as she tried stretching her waist and back in every angle.

Anyhow, there was no avoiding this. She had promised the senior committee members that she'd get the stage organized by next morning. So, she better shake off her fatigue if she wanted it done quickly. Mustering any remaining strength left, Jodha stepped-up her speed as she sought the next carton.

'If only Jalal could be here now...'  the enticing idea came from nowhere 'Kitnaa masti kartaa...he would...'

Just then, her thoughts were brought to a pause. She could hear a noise in the background - someone was in the main hall. She listened intently - the footsteps seemed to be approaching the backstage entrance.

'Wh...what!' a slow smile emerged on her lips - was it who she thought it was? Well, it had to be. She wouldn't  mistake his gait.

When the steps reached the backstage doorway, she mischievously repeated her thoughts - 'aloud' 'If only Jalal were here...then he would...'

'Then he would...' echoed the husky voice at the back.

Before she could react, she found herself wrapped within the fervent enfolds of two tough arms, enclosing her all the way from behind 'Hug you this way...' he completed the sentence for her 'And do this...' he gave her a few gentle nuzzles on the soft corners of her neck  

'Jalal' she giggled in delight, spurred-on by the tempting feel of his lips on her sensitized skin. God, this felt sooo good!

Nearly sweeping her off her feet, he spun her around so she'd face him. Bringing her giggles to a halt, she gave him a long sweet kiss on his handsome lips - knowing how much he loved it when she welcomed him that way

'Hi boyfriend' her eyes twinkled 'You HERE...now?'

'Hey sexy' he grinned back 'Aise hi...missed your smiles...' breaking away from the lure of her presence he scanned the organized spaces around him 'So you've been doing THIS till now? All alone?' he glimpsed at his watch It's nearly 6:15!'

'Errr' she stuttered, sheepishly 'I did have a few helping hands till sometime ago...'

'And you haven't had anything since lunch, right?'

Unable to recall when her last meal was, she swiftly slapped her forehead with exaggerated dramatics 'You're right Mr.Muhammed...I don't think I have!'

'And you skipped breakfast too?'

She looked east and west and up and down - like a little girl would - before meeting eyes with him 'Do biscuits count?'

The grim boyfriend glared, unimpressed!

Studying his 'Oh-so-cute' anger, she held her ears apologetically 'I'm sorry! You know how it's been...'

Observing her ongoing playfulness, Jalal realized that she wasn't going to take him seriously. So, hastily plonking his bag on the floor, he decided to take matters into his own hands - he knew his girlfriend well enough and nothing else would work 'Not only do you overload yourself ... you have to do everything PERFECTLY...' he groaned, rolling his navy blue sleeves up 'Sit in the main hall...have the cheese sandwhich I got for you, before it gets soggy...it's there in my bag...I'll move these cartons, finish up and join you...'

Her peppy frowns vanished at once 'Jalal...you HAVE to get home...to say your prayers and break your fast...'

'You break your fast first...' he got down on the floor in order to get his hands dirty 'Then, I can break mine peacefully...'

'Fine, I'll eat...' she jested, as she saw him beginning to push a box into place 'But, AFTER we finish this together'

Jalal looked up with a disapproving stare - his girl had already grabbed the other end of the box!

'Ten minutes is all we get to ourselves these days...' she explained 'And you think I'm going to just disappear... eat by myself...leaving you here alone...'

He glanced down for a moment - a vain attempt to hide the slightest smile that'd escaped his lips. Well, with such an adorable statement from her, how could he hold on to his serious frowns for any longer?

THE SRI AUDITORIUM  - MAIN HALL

Having stretched out his hands for a second, Jalal slumped back on the joint row of vacant chairs they were occupying 'YOU used to scold me for my wrong food habits...' his voice echoed in the empty hall 'Do you realize...how patli you've become...'

OKAY! She wasn't even going to ask him how he knew that because he'd just counter her with something naughty - so she shrugged him off coolly instead 'Not MY fault...YOU'VE spoilt me laad pyaar se...'

She turned to study the guy relaxing beside her - his 'stern' look was still on 'Arre...' she put-on a 'puppy-dog' frown 'Ok baba...from tomorrow, paratha for breakfast, rice for lunch and phulkas for dinner... happy?'

'That's better...'

'You know Jalal...mamma would be so proud of you if she heard this...'

'Your MAMMA' he stressed on the word, just like she had 'Would be very proud of me even otherwise... dekhna, one day I'll become her favourite...'

'No way!'

'YES way!' he teased

'Dream on' she teased back as she nonchalantly shifted closer to him - till her back was leaning against his warm physique.

Observing her antics, Jalal broke out into an amused grin. He knew exactly what that gesture of hers meant. A second later and he was gently running his fingers through her hair strands - knowing how much she loved it when he caressed her that way.

Cuddled within his comforting grasp, indulged by his soothing finger-play and feasting on a simple snack he'd got her - Jodha was nearly on her way to paradise. However, her journey was rudely interrupted when she was jolted by an unexpected strong wave of period spasms cramping her hip muscles.

'Owww' she grit her teeth and tried bearing it silently - but, after a point of time it became too much to take 'Ouch...my back' she cringed

'Kya hua?' the anxious boyfriend immediately leaned forward 'What happened to your back?'

'No...nothing' she quickly shook her head, trying to dismiss the issue - while still clenching her tummy hard

He observed her agonized expressions and actions. Even her limbs were starting to quiver. For a short while he wondered if he should say something - and then decided to ask anyway 'Jo...if it'll make you any better, I can get you a pain killer or something...'

'Oh!' she darted him a confounded glimpse - he'd guessed what her problem was? 'No Jalal...' she muttered in a low tone 'I don't take tablets...'

'Fine... eat your sandwich...' he suggested tenderly 'I'll rub your back to help you feel better... you look shattered...'

'Err...no...it's ok...' she refused, finding herself abashed by the notion - till another cramp took over that is 'Ouuuch!'

'It's ok Jodha...' he whispered, trying to put her at ease

Honestly speaking, that calming voice alone was enough to relieve half her worries - but, her simple self was embarrassed nevertheless. So she was about to protest again, but too late - he'd already started working his miracles on her tired muscles.

Thereafter, she just wisely shut up.

'Wow' Jodha thought to herself after he'd gone on for a while - no one had ever done that for her before. The whole back-rub was beginning to feel more relaxing than any wonder-cure she'd tried till date!

Taking another bite of her sandwich, Jodha continued to enjoy the ongoing massage, her eyes now shut. She couldn't deny that in a very strange way, the entire 'awkward' situation between them was beginning to have a 'cute and homely' - a 'husband-wifey' ring to it. Especially the earnest manner in which he was pampering her on an 'Off-day'

'Gosssh' she abruptly stopped, when she realized how far she was getting carried away 'I used to get irked by the very mention of marriage ...and now...I'm visualizing us as a couple?' she paused, thanking the Lord he couldn't see her scorching cheeks 'All YOUR fault Jalal...you've successfully turned Jodha Singh into the very Bollywoodized Simrans and Priyas that I could never relate to...'

Suddenly, her dreamy thoughts were brought to a standstill - she'd just heard a 'hungry' rumble go off in his empty belly.

'God...' she remembered. The poor chap hadn't had a sip of water from dawn and was deliberately staying behind out of his concern for her. However, she also knew he wouldn't budge till she ate up her dinner - so, she gobbled up the rest of the sandwich - within 1 minute flat!

'Thanks for the LOVELY massage boyfriend... I wish we could stay for longer but, we have to leave...I miss our long chats ...' she confessed, as she sat up 'Anyway, Eid's nearly here...and the Annual Day function too gets over in four weeks...then, we'll be free again...'

'Did it strike you...' he interrupted her premature celebrations with a thoughtful sigh 'That after Annual Day...'

The glee on her face disappeared within a second. After Annual Day was exam time! That meant that it would be the end of his MBA fourth semester. That indicated that it would be the end of her boyfriend's college life! That signified the end of a lot of other 'good' things they were currently enjoying. That also meant that the logistics of meeting up everyday would pose more problems for both.

'Nooo' she rebelliously whined soon after 'I don't like sad countdowns...only happy countdowns...I want to go to bed with a big smile on my lips today...so don't remind me of all this now...' turning around, she picked up his palm and assertively put it against her cheek  'I'm just going to enjoy the time we have together now Jalal...we'll deal with it when it comes...'

'Ok' he laughed softly, admiring her positivity

'I'm going to have such fun this Annual Day...' she vowed, gazing at his eyes 'I'm gonna freak out with you like never before...'

'And I'll make sure you do!' he rewrapped his lovely girl in a delightfully firm hug

Oh yes, the ecstatic duo's hopes weren't unjustified. After all, 'The Annual Day' brought plenty of fun and frolic into any college student's life. It was meant to be a joyous time! 

What this besotted couple were blissfully unaware of, was the fact that 'The Day' was also going to bring about an encounter of another kind into their young lives - an encounter of a more sinister nature! The fateful day was to bring them a devastating chance-meet with a few grotesque realities - realities that would threaten the very foundations of their perfect relationship!  

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Coming up - The Annual Day

Posted: 9 years ago

OSR PART 35

29th August

THE SRI RAMAKRISHNA INSTITUTE - MAIN AUDITORIUM

'I take great pride in being presented with the opportunity of welcoming so august a gathering on the Forty First Annual Day celebrations of Sri Rama Krishna Institute of Business.

Before going ahead to announce the order of programmes we have listed out for today, I would like to take a moment to thank all those who've helped shape this momentous event into a successful one - our tutors, our committee volunteers, the participants and last but not the least, our Honorary Chief Guest.'

With that mention; the vibrant junior looked up from her mike on stage - and at the majestic VIP seated in the front row. However, just after she'd greeted the Chief Guest - her glances incidentally fell upon the welcome committee members in the row behind him - a 'special' face amongst those members, to be precise. No doubt, that exceptionally striking profile would have been difficult to miss even in the largest of crowds. Nevertheless; how surreal that despite the glaring spotlights and the sea of faces staring at her, she was meant to see HIM!

A mellow haze took over her features as she caught him intently watching her with a knowing smile. At that instant, Jodha knew what was going on in his mind - he was reliving their first encounter, from nearly a year ago. It was only for a second, but that second was enough to bring to mind the 'invocation song' incident - she on stage, struggling without a mike - he enjoying the scenes from the audience after having sabotaged her performance. My, what a 'fun' journey they'd had ever since.

Anyhow; the last thing her man wanted to do NOW was to sabotage her efforts. So before anything adverse could happen, he swiftly looked away - and she back at her papers, hoping that the brief pause wasn't too noticeable.

'And on that grateful note...' she continued, stifling a grin just in time 'Let us all take delight in the variety of programmes that are about to unfold on this illustrious evening. Let us all embark on this beautiful journey together - a journey that will unravel talent and creativity through splendid cultural displays of music, dance and drama. A beautiful journey that shall be a testament to the fact that our Institute does not limit its achievements to academic excellence alone.

The first in the series of performances we have outlined for today is ...'

'Do you know?' Abdul nudged the guy sitting beside him - interrupting Jalal's reverie with a low whisper 'Since Maan and Salim are part of the catering committee... they're helping themselves to a bonda every fifteen minutes...Maan's texted me now...not fair!'

Jalal broke out into a smile. Leaning towards Abdul, he murmured quietly 'Tho jaao... join them na...slip out slowly...no one will notice...'

'Hmmm' Abdul nodded 'I would have gone...but Meera's participating in the play ...and I promised her I'll be here to watch...waise bhi Maan and Salim are in the canteen...and the rest missing somewhere...' he shrugged 'Tho at least WE should stay back yaar...'

'Ok' Jalal slowly nodded, a very sly frown taking over his brows 'That's VERY thoughtful of you, dost!'

'Shut up' Abdul murmured, thwarting his bestie's jovial hints on the 'Meera' topic 'Waise bhi' he quickly shifted the discussion 'I met a few other girls in her play' his eyes gleamed 'They are HOTTT yaar...'

'Best of luck' the charming friend laughed quietly

'I need luck yaar...ten years se I've been trying...' rolling his eyes with mock-sadness, he nudged his mate again 'Waise, some guys have nothing to complain about...' he indicated towards the stage and at the stunning junior who was coming to the end of her announcements 'She looks A-M-A-Z-I-N-G dude!'

Breaking out into an even wider grin and a 'vindictive' one at that, Jalal stealthily reposed back - making doubly sure that what he said could be heard by Abdul alone 'I know she looks A-M-A-Z-I-N-G dude, but she is M-I-N-E dude...so...'

'Haan...haan...Mahapurush...she is all YOURS!' Abdul giggled in rapid retreat, without any jests or jokes to follow.

Well, Abdul would have had something to tease him back, had he known the kind of thoughts running amok in that handsome head of his friend's. Fortunately for Jalal Abdul was no psychic, because the notions in his head - the ones that'd started from the very first moment he'd set sight upon HER that eve - were quite scandalous, even by typical 'Jalal' standards.

'Stunned' would be a very mild term to use to describe Jalal's first reactions as Jodha made her grand entry on stage. The man was practically blown-away! At that very second, he thanked the Lord that his responsibilities as a welcome committee member were restricted to ushering the Chief Guest in - anything more substantial and a big chance he would've messed up! Well, his girl's beauty was something he always admired - but today was something on a different level altogether - a visual onslaught on his senses on many fronts!

The folds of her sheer saree delicately moulded around that effeminate form, the deep red embroidered zardosi fabric perfectly setting off that dusky skin, the salon-styled hair that glided all the way from shoulder to waist, the petite choli, the sleek hip chain dangling around those sexy curves, the henna, the flower strands on her hair, the deep kohl, new golden heels, sparkling anklets, the swaying jhumkas - he was floored! Yes, he knew the elaborate get-up was all a part of her upcoming 'Diya Dance' act - but still, he was floored!

He'd NEVER seen his generally 'Simple-styled' Jodha this way. In fact, he'd never seen her in anything but salwars before, but he had no complaints - the urban boy in him was a big believer of casual-clothes and comfort-dressing.

However, TODAY had managed to amend that notion of his slightly. He'd fallen in love with this 'traditional' avtaar of hers - leaving him wanting for more.

As part of the evening's audience he sat back and took it all in with silent admiration - be it, the tenacity with which she coordinated the events, the flair with which she made the announcements or the impeccable grace with which she performed her 'Diya Dance' later. Furthermore, her confidence that reflected through all of it was remarkable. She had faith in her talents, she was proud of her accomplishments and she was pretty well aware of how many heads she turned as she walked by!

However; what completed this unparalleled picture for the poised young man, was how all that 'praise' and 'head-turning' meant little to his girlfriend. The person she valued the most was him and the only reactions she truly cared for were his! Under that proud persona of 'Jodha Singh' prevailed his beautiful 'Jo' who could love him like no other! Now THAT was what he loved most about his girl!

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MAIN AUDITORIUM - GREEN ROOM

KNOCK! KNOCK!

'Arre...' the engrossed junior turned away from the mess-of-a-room she was sorting out - and towards the door 'Hiii' a bright wide smile instantly lit up her features

'Finally we meet... Ms.Singh!' he stepped in and shut the door behind him

For a few minutes, there was nothing but absolute silence thereafter. He marvelled - and marvelled some more at her beauty from close quarters; till it reached a point that the embarrassed girlfriend could take it no longer 

'Jalal...kyaa huaa?' she gushed and took a step back, trying to bring an end to his uninterrupted gazes. True, she'd expected those responses from him. Yet, Jalal's devilish grins were a formidable force to be reckoned with when they did arrive!

'I don't know where to start...' he shrugged 'I mean I can say that you look so unbelievably sexy in a saree that I have been able to concentrate on little else for the past four hours...but then, I think you already know that!'

'Achaa?' she giggled 'Waise...you seem quite handsome yourself boyfriend'  she signalled towards the formal dress he was sporting - the form-fitting maroon kurta elegantly appointed with black embroidery and diamond neck buttons 'Never seen you in a Kurta either...' she concluded 'I like it...!' like it? Liar! She LOVED it - and far more than she was letting-on

Trying to compose himself a while later, Jalal proceeded towards her - closing-in on the gap between them 'By the way, Jo...you're pretty much dressed like a bride today...what's with the henna and all...'

'Arre' she took another bashful step back 'I told you na...yesterday was Teej...so the mehendi waala had come over...' she halted there. The very mention brought back such beautiful memories from the previous day. It'd been the most special Teej for her so far. Well, in a festival that Rajasthani women fasted for the long-lives of their better halves, it'd been the first time she actually KNEW the face of the man she was praying for!

'Oh yeah...you told me about it...' he muttered 'So you really fasted then?'

'Obviously...' she rolled her eyes

Woah! He was tongue-tied there for a few seconds. When she'd mentioned about observing a fast for him, a couple of days ago - he didn't think she was being serious about it. Now that he realized it was otherwise, he didn't know what to say. Nevertheless, what he did know was that he was very touched

'You know Jo...' the metro-bred modern college-goer fumbled for the right words to acknowledge such a traditional gesture 'I used to consider these filmy Karva Chauth-type movie scenes as yawn-fests...but now, when I hear you've done something like this... for ME...I...I...I'm finding it really really sweet...' moving towards her, he picked her hand with a mildly-emotional smile 'So, I guess I was on your mind yesterday...'

'Are you kidding?' she jested, though elated by his warm response 'Jalal, I HAD to recall your face throughout the day...no other go' saying so, she slipped her palm out of his clasp

Noting her repeated retreat, he frowned in surprise - that was the third time she'd stepped back from him in ten minutes. Intrigued by the strange 'touch-me-not' policy she'd taken on, he observed her curiously. Where were her enthusiastic welcome hugs? How come no assertive kisses she used to shower him with? Then suddenly, it struck him. It was the saree! Or rather, the risky consequences of wearing one in the vicinity of a wicked boyfriend!

'Hey Jo...I've been thinking' he said - tweaking up the number on his mischief-meter and advancing towards her. Just as she attempted to pull back once more, he swiftly held her wrist 'Arre wait...'

'Jalal' she chuckled, trying to wriggle her hand off. Obviously, she was well aware of his intentions 'I...er...er...'

'Kyaa?' he smirked, while reeling her in towards him

'Errr...' she signalled to the clutter 'Let me finish here first...' she jerked her wrist harder - and even managed to free herself, but alas! He was fast enough to catch the other one.

'I have a better idea...' he firmly drew her towards him 'Jo...why don't I finish first...and then we can sort out the mess together...'  

'J...Jalal...' resisting his charms, she looked away nervously - but, that only meant he could observe how deep the scarlet on her cheeks were!

After another minute thus, he decided to bring their spirited tug-of-war session to an end! Hauling her towards him with an unyielding grip, he trapped her within his arms

'God' she averted his gazes and glanced down, bracing herself for what was to come

Deriving immense pleasure from her reactions, he deliberately took a long pause - before taking his hands to her hips and slipping them inside her saree, holding her by her bare waist.

No sooner that she felt his touch there, she shut her eyes and snuggled her forehead onto his chest. That was the only means by which she could hide her expressions from the devil. She knew she was acting like a demure village belle, but not her fault. The never-before sensations were crazy - the phenomenon felt more intimate than a kiss - and far more rousing than a nuzzle!

Unfortunately; much to her dismay - it wasn't going to end there. Well, it was 'Jalal' she was dealing with - so not surprisingly, he raised the intensity further. He took his own sweet time. His fingers took their own skillful course trailing over every inch of her soft waist, high and low - discovering every possible pleasure point there was!

'Gosh!' Jodha swore under her breath many times over - her forehead still stuck to his chest. She was sensing a fresh twinge of ardour with every new move of his. If he didn't stop this anytime soon, he'd just end up driving her insane. Funnily enough, all she needed to do to safeguard her sanity was to move back from him - but the whole frenzy was like a charge of current that'd caught her - where she knew she had to recoil, but she just couldn't! Maybe she should just smack the heartless brute on his head for showing her no pity - for driving her so wild - for making her experience such forms to thrill that she never even knew existed!

'Jalal' she ultimately found her voice, which had evidently become parched by now 'This is...'

'Nice?' he teased

'No' she argued with mock-anger, mustering the guts to meet eyes with him thence 'This is ticklish...'

'And nice!' he teased back

'Shut up!' she removed his hand forcefully and put it at a safer place - her shoulders, to be precise. Her poor heartbeats had galloped uncontrollably for so long that they needed a break for now! 'Tho haan..Jalal...where were we?' she stuttered

He didn't help her out with a reply. Well, she was quite capable of coming out of her stupor herself. The delighted boyfriend had more important things to do - like studying her flustered expressions for then!

'Oh yes' she recovered quickly enough 'The Teej pooja...where I had to recall your face all day...' she paused to observe his grins and promptly realized she had to come up with a diversion to prevent the likelihood of further pranks 'By the way Jalal...do you recall or imagine stuff about us too?' though she'd randomly come up with this typical 'girlie' question, she found herself quite curious to hear his answer on this one

'Are you kidding?' he utilized the same tone she'd used upon him 'Of course, I imagine stuff about us...'

Wow! She became wide-eyed. She had no idea guys did that too 'Like?' she asked with a spurt of curiosity

'Like today for example...' he paused 'I imagined us...' bending close, he whispered the rest into her ears

For the next few seconds all she could decipher was a vague string of risque words

'Oh my God!' she gasped, coming to her senses 'It's ok Jalal' the blushing junior instantly covered his mouth with her hand 'I got the gist...' what the hell was she thinking, asking him such queries? Once a badmaash always a badmaash!

Chuckling at her plight, he friskily removed her hand from his lips 'But Jo...I've only just started...'

Following a frustrated giggle, she put BOTH her hands on his mouth again - making sure she sealed it shut 'Oh I know exactly the kind of fantasies you've imagined, mister...'

'Not fair...' the humoured guy struggled to speak 'I listen to everything you have to say...but, when its my turn you don't return the favour...'

'No...no...it's ok...you keep it to yourself...'

'But.. I just...' at this point, he had to literally strive hard to move the hands off 'Ok...just... one...more...to say...'

'Nahiii...' erupting into a loud laugh, she tightened her hold on his face 'I don't want to hear about your wild imaginations...'

'Things eventually got so tough that the amused senior had to wait for her to bring her wrestling match to a halt - otherwise, there was no way he could complete what he had to say. After a short spell of stillness, she removed her hand with caution - still suspicious of his intentions.

Having watched her closely for a while, Jalal tucked his hand into her hair and gently pulled her face close to his 'I am dating the loveliest lady on this planet...' his lips touched hers 'Then why would I be imagining about reading poetry to her under a tree?' he went on to give her a long firm kiss 'Be thankful your boyfriend's normal!' he started ardently making out, breaking away from her lips only for a moment to conclude his confession 'And I DO envision us as a couple Jo...sometime down the line..once I've settled down and all...I envision us as the happily-ever-after types...'

Wow! That felt like the best thing anyone had ever said to her! This man knew exactly how to make her feel so special! Feverishly running her hands behind his neck, she joined him in the kiss. She was at such a happy place in her life just then. This whole scene could have gone on forever and she wouldn't tire of it!


'You look so cheerful...' he studied the sunny glow on her features once they'd parted lips 'No one can say you've been on your feet since this morning...'

'Because I AM so cheerful' she admitted, while still in his arms 'We had such fun with our friends this morning ...then masti with the girls backstage...the Annual Day was a success...my lecturers LOVE me... and now, I'm coming to the best part of the day...'

'Well...' he beamed 'You deserve all this happiness...and more Jo!'

'I haven't finished!' she spoke up 'I'm allowed to stay out till 11pm tonight, do you know?'

His cocked his head in surprise 'Wow! How did that come to happen?'

'Looong story...' she let out a heavy sigh 'Yesterday Teej na... relatives came home... same discussions again... ristha...shaadi...Rishabh...achaa ladka...God...' she watched how the joy on his face began dulling down, so she decided to conclude the annoying news swiftly 'Anyway, after they left a big argument broke out at home...my whole family literally ganged upon me for continuing to refuse the ladka...' she rolled her eyes in vexation 'Finally...bhaiyya felt sorry for me...so, after a few tantrums...I got my way...yayyy...' she winked, at the conclusion of her success story 'I'm allowed to stay out till late to enjoy my Annual Day!'

'They seem to be really determined...' he frowned 'Both your family...and Rishabh's!'

'Yeah...whatever' she exhaled, before making another hasty attempt to move away from the subject 'Jalal tell me what shall we do now...it's 8:30 na...we have more than two hours to ourselves...' her eyes suddenly twinkled in glee 'How about a long drive?'

'What?' he grimaced 'Drive around in this poky kurta? No way!' he stared-on, deep in thought - till he hit upon a more feasible and yet interesting plan 'Let's go to my place...Ammi's in Mumbai na...Shantamma's on leave too...we have the whole house to ourselves...we'll grab a DVD on the way, order pizza in...chill out...what say?' he ended it with a reminder 'Waise bhi your scooty's parked at my house...'

'Oh yeah...' she grinned in slow realization. The whole proposal sounded more practical - and like a whole load of fun too 'Sounds good boyfriend!'

'One more thing...' his tone hushed down 'I have something to give you today...and it's at my place'

'What?'

'A gift...'

'Jalaaal' she glared

'Well' he assumed a playful look - and mock-coughed 'Someone was supposed to give me something' he coughed 'A painting' he coughed 'So long ago...' he coughed 'No one remembers how long ago...' he coughed 'So I bought this to remind her of my gift gone amiss!'

'Hey Bhagwan' she chuckled at his silly 'coughing' drama 'I've been so busy na...so it's taking longer...' a serene trance replaced the amusement in her eyes 'I want it to be perfect...so I'm going slow...' she started toying with the diamond buttons on his Kurta, a subtle guilt now seeping into her tone 'Jalal...you do realize I wouldn't be able to do any justice to your gift, right? I'll have to hide it away...'

He smiled understandingly, caressing her cheek with a finger 'I don't care even if you don't take it home Jo... I just wanted to get it for you...'

Awww! She was touched 'I'm sure I'll love it boyfriend...' gradually snapping out of the blissful aura that'd taken over them, Jodha indicated to the clutter they were swamped in 'Now let me finish sorting...'

'You gotta be kidding me...' he interrupted. It was the first time in the past fifteen minutes she'd said something he wasn't too happy about 'Jo, all our plans will come to nothing... poora time yaheen nikal jaayegaa...why not let the rest of the volunteers do it?'

'Jalal, they have worked very hard too...and it'll only take me fifteen minutes!'

She tried placating him by stepping up her feminine charms. However, even that didn't work. He turned away, mildly displeased.

Seizing him by his cheeks thereafter, she turned him around so he'd have to face her 'Ok Mr. Angry Young Man... let's save some time...you go to the car park...' she bent down to pick up all of her personal belongings 'Please put these in the car boot...start your car...wait at the entrance...and I'll join you...'

He frowned grimly 'I know you're not going to come in fifteen, Jo!'

'I WILL...' she promised with an innocent stare 'If you stay here, we'll just be fooling around...that's why I'm asking you to wait in the car...then, impatient ME will finish here quickly to join you soon...'

He didn't respond - for some reason he wasn't too happy about this entire arrangement - him going off, she staying behind - he didn't know why, but he just wasn't!

'I promise you Jalal...only fifteen minutes!' she pleaded 'There are some expensive stuff lying about which I need to put away...and I'm responsible for that!'

'Ok...' he sighed finally, relieving her of the bags. He was still not-too-happy about this - but, there was no point in acting unreasonable. She had to do what she had to do! 'I'll take these to the car...and if you don't get there in fifteen minutes na...' he sneered playfully 'You wait and watch what I do to you later...'

'Ok ok baba...I'll accept any punishment of yours then...' she giggled and brusquely nudged him out of the  room.


'Hmmm' the amused junior straightened herself, soon after he'd left 'I better finish this ASAP!'

Rushing back into the messy room, she wasted no time in getting started with her chores. She began with sorting the stuff into two cartons - when from nowhere, an odd feeling unexpectedly crept upon her. It felt like someone was standing behind her. Watching her. It made the hair on her neck stand on end. Baffled, she cast a hasty glance at the door, but there was no one. So, she reverted to her tasks.

FLASH!

Out of the blue, the lights in the green room blew a fuse just then.

'Ar...arre!' she glimpsed at the dysfunctional ceiling-bulb, her eyes still struggling to cope with the abrupt black-out. How annoying! Worse, there was no source of light in the room - not even a window!

'My mobile' it struck her. Exhaling in vexation, she began running her hand on the table nearby. However, despite a thorough search she couldn't locate her phone in the pitch black confines

'Strange' she thought 'I'd definitely kept it here!'

Just then, she heard a weird creaking at the room's doorway - and immediately after, a CLICK of the latch.

Alarmed, Jodha swung around in the darkness to investigate - but, what she saw left her aghast. There was someone standing there. She could only see an obscure outline of the unfamiliar intruder, mummified in a scarf - but his two cruel eyes glaring back at her were unmissable. It instantly sucked out the colour from her face. Her heart began racing in fright!

'W...what! H...hel...' she started screaming for help - but alas! She could utter not a word more. The man had startled her by suddenly lunging forth, grabbing her by her face and prying an old rag into her mouth. He'd stuffed the large cloth in so harshly it'd nearly choked her throat, causing her eyes to water.

'Stoppp...'  she tried screaming, struggling to push the man away - but he was too strong! Cornered ruthlessly, she continued to put on a brave fight, unwilling to yield. She tried kicking him. She tried running away. She fought him. She scratched him, but everything turned futile. It took the monster less than a few seconds to curb her efforts and tie her hands behind her back. Once he'd fastened the rope tightly, making her wrists sore - the crude man spun her around and pushed her against the wall - so hard that her cheeks were painfully squashed against it.

'Nooo...' she felt a severe lump in her throat 'Who are you...don't do this ...' of course - neither could he hear her pleas, nor would it have made any difference even if he could!

Yet, she battled to spur her spirits on 'Don't give up Jodha...think of something...DO something...' - but, what could the lone lady DO? She couldn't even let out a sound, forget scream. She didn't have the means to alert anyone. Jalal was far away. Her ongoing fights were only resulting in more frustration. So, what could she do? 'Can you recognize him?' she desperately tried working it out - but, in vain. Nothing gave him away - nothing about the medium-built black-eyed jeans-sporting criminal stood out! Besides, it was too dark and everything had happened too quickly!

'Ouch...nooo...' she grimaced in pain as he rammed her against the wall once again. By that point, the ogre well and truly had every advantage over her. She was left facing the wall - her face sandwiched by the force, both her hands shackled behind, his chest ramming against her spine and her legs trapped by his thighs.

'Hello beautiful...' he started digging his face into her hair - sending a shiver of disgust through her limbs 'Missed me? I'm your fan...your anonymous texter...'

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Edited by Anushka8722 - 9 years ago
Posted: 9 years ago
A note by Lashy di:
NOTE TO READERS

I would like to start this note by thanking my readers for their continued support and appreciation. Without ANY of that, I would not be here today - you sweethearts have MADE ME and MADE THIS STORY what it is! 

The story so far has outlined the journey of a conservative middle class Hindu girl stepping out of her boundaries and falling in love - just as much as it has been the travels of a rich carefree Muslim youth moving over to different realms in his discovery of true love!

However, this story was also meant to portray 
a) The various problems that college students in India face today 
AND 
b) The issues that many lovers from inter-cultural backgrounds are dragged through in their quest for togetherness

Therefore, while the tale so far has been lighthearted and emotionally heart-tugging - it does get darker and slightly more disturbing henceforth. However, without this - it wouldn't be the modern-day epic love tale I'd promised I'd try to make it be!
 
In many places, I will try and restrain myself - keeping in mind the age-range of the audience and more importantly, religious sentiments. However, at some points it will get slightly painful-to-read and that is purely to bring about the effect of the story - not because they reflect my view points in any way!

So, please sit back and enjoy my attempt at a realistic modern-day 'fairy tale' I hope to churn up - with a humble request to remember that even in fairy tales like 'Snow White' and 'Sleeping beauty' there were witches to contend with, before the prince and the princess could meet-and-kiss!  

I dedicate this story to all women, men and lovers - who fight against social evils like Eve teasing, Abuse and Honour Killings in India today! 

Posted: 9 years ago

OSR PART 36

29th August

SRI AUDITORIUM, BACKSTAGE - THE GREEN ROOM

'Goddd it's the stalker!' she lamented when he'd just confirmed her worst fears 'What does the horrid creep want?'  For the first time since her ordeal began, she felt her fingers tremble - a blatant sign of her growing dread 'No...no...don't give up Jodha...' she tried to regroup herself'Maybe you can recognize his voice...'

Unfortunately; even those hopes of the lone junior weren't meant to be!

When he dug his face into her hair once again, his ensuing eerily hoarse words seemed to be muffled by his scarf, masking his original voice -

'Hmmm...just as I thought...just as I thought...' he constantly chanted to himself 'Heavenly...just as I thought..' he went on and on!

Sickened by his revolting actions, Jodha repeatedly tried jerking him off her back - but to no avail. He appeared to be lost in some bizarre trance, delving deeper and deeper into every strand of hair - till the outline of his face reached the rear of her neck.   

'Nooo...stop...'  she fidgeted in distress when he callously plunged-on, stroking the sides of her neck and her throat with his glove-covered-hand and scarf-covered-face 'Stop...pleaseee...'  

In another ensuing frantic attempt to save herself, she tried to stomp his feet with her heels. Alas, he'd predicted those intentions of hers too - and firmly straddled his thighs around hers just in time. She could do nothing now. She was unable to elbow him. She was unable to shove him aside. She was unable to even dodge his creepy touch. She'd tried every maneuver she'd seen in movies and read in stories that made such 'escape' scenes look so easy - the reality was anything but!

Left with no other options thereon, Jodha bit down on her shivering teeth and scrunched-up her eyes in terror every instance that she was subjected to a lewd advance on her neck.

'No I can't give up...' her plunging morale abruptly bounced back when she realized that the tremors in her hands had become uncontrollable now 'Think...think of Jalal... think of bhaiyya...everyone admires you for your resolute...don't give up!' continuing to squirm in his clutches, she fought and fought and fought on to resurrect her dying grit 'This psycho calls himself your fan...so maybe he wouldn't hurt you... maybe... maybe...' she suddenly stopped

Her eyes started welling up. A heightened spurt of panic took over her being 'Nooo... no... no... no... please...' she rebelliously jolted in her stifling confinement, utilizing all reserves of energy she could - she'd just guessed his upcoming moves - and the very thought was unbearable.

Removing the fastener of her necklace, he let the heavy jewellery drop to the floor to be able to access her bare shoulders

'Just as I thought' he persevered, touching the soft skin near her collar-bone - before moving on to her saree pin 'You are pure...you are divine... you are virginal... you are mine!'

'No... no... no... no ...no...' she persisted, defiantly thrashing around to free herself from his hold. However, her assailant was more determined and more powerful than her - worse, he had no qualms using brute force if needed. The violent moments that followed only led to further misfortune for the hapless prisoner - not only did the skirmish cause the saree folds on her shoulder to rip. The pin gave way, letting its sharp end scratch her deeply

'Aaa aa aa' she screamed  in agony as the pin came off - in agony of physical pain, in agony of humiliation and in agony brought about by an unparalleled feeling of helplessness. She swiftly tried the only resort she had left, turning her face around to view the attacker - so she could plead him with her grief-stricken eyes 'Please...please...please...don't do this...I beg you...'

'It's ok...it's ok...' he tenderly forced her face back against the wall, scolding her on a mild note as he did so 'Tch tch tch...now look what you've done...but, don't worry...I'll make it better!' moving her long locks to one side, he began petting her injured shoulder - with his hand - and then his face

'Nooo' she broke down, as his rough contours commenced scraping against her wound - causing the skin on her body to crawl 'Jalal please come back...please come looking for me...someone... SOMEONEEE... please...come...' she sobbed her heart out - though her pleas and cries were inaudible to anyone for the time being, even to God himself it seemed 'What have I done to deserve this...'


SRI - NEAR THE UNIVERSITY ENTRANCE

'Hmmm' he leaned forward to switch off the radio - none of the channels were interesting enough. Peeking at the time on his Tag Heuer, Jalal glanced back at the clock on his dashboard and then back again on his Tag Heuer - like that was going to help in any way. Through his car window, he made another sweeping scan of the dark near-barren university grounds. Nope! There was no sign of her - why, it appeared like she hadn't even left the Main Auditorium building yet!   

'Jo...your 15 minutes...er...' checking with his car clock, he corrected himself 'No...SEVENTEEN minutes are up!' tapping the steering wheel impatiently, he let out a flustered sigh 'So there goes our movie plans for tonight...rarely do we get such occasions together these days... after September, I wouldn't even be around in the campus... still, you'd rather spend OUR time cleaning up the green room?' his subsequent glances incidentally fell upon his image in the rear-view mirror - and thus upon the profound frowns on his face 'Woah Jalal...you're crankier than usual, aren't you?' pausing to re-evaluate his rising ire, he joked with his reflection 'Hey... there have been a couple of instances when you've become engrossed in work - and lost track of time too...she'll come Jalal...stop being a nag!'

That was obviously his mind trying to play Mr.Sensible - his heart hadn't settled down yet. Far from it. Those unfamiliar twinges of restlessness that'd surfaced ever since he'd left the auditorium - didn't go away. If anything, they were only getting more prominent!


SRI AUDITORIUM, BACKSTAGE - THE GREEN ROOM

'What have I done to deserve this? Whom have I ever wronged?'

Now reduced to a hapless victim, Jodha was inconsolable. She was compelled to bear the brunt of her stalker's offensive overtures with no means to even uphold the basic resistance she had been putting up so long. While the cornered lady struggled to balance her loosened pallu with her chin to preserve her modesty, he plundered on mercilessly. The macabre feeling of his nasty hands on her shoulders and back was churning her stomach inside out. Her limbs were becoming exhausted from the unstoppable jitters. Her face had turned frigid in fear 'Nooo...please...' another silent scream resounded in her head a second later, just as he took the viciousness a step further by slithering his coarse profile along the designed backline of her choli. When his nose reached the blouse hooks, he stopped

'Nahiii...' she writhed in anguish 'Stop... no... no... Ambe Ma help me...why...why...why... ' she wailed under her breath, repeatedly reprimanding the Gods for her state 'Why are you doing this to me? Why did you make men physically stronger than women? And if you did...then, why make some such demons? How could you sit back quietly, watching them prey on women? Please help me... '

'My dear' he swiftly ceased the silence in the room by whispering near her ear, his accent still masked 'Stop crying...I never meant to hurt you...' he wiped the tears from her ghostly-pale cheeks 'Enough of all the sobbing and fighting...you must understand, it's not my fault...I was a very normal man going about my life reasonably well, till I met you ...then, everything changed overnight...I had everything under control, but YOU had to resurface this buried side of mine...' he gave her hair a long smooch - continuing to be lost in his absurd trance as he did so 'I would NEVER have sought you out today, if it had not been for you looking like my apsara...' he paused to run his fingers on her saree This red saree...' he touched the flowers in her hair 'These flowers...' he tinkered with her bangles 'These glass bangles...you're meant to be MINE... MINE ALONE! Only, you don't know it yet...' smothering the uncooperative hostage into near suffocation with a crushing hug, he fondled her face 'Now now... my doll... don't tremble... I will protect you from everyone ... especially from that swine...that womanizer, Jalal...'

'Jalal' the very mention - even by so callous a person - seemed to breathe some life into her semi-paralyzed body. Despite her ghastly situation - despite her silent tears - it somehow reignited the cold embers of her dead spirit. The hatred in her manner renewed, she turned towards her attacker with defiance. Though one part of her knew that she would be better off if she didn't challenge him, her subconscious started rebelling again. The escalating furor in her quickening breath and the arrogance in her ablaze eyes spoke volumes of her resurrected attitude 'As Jalal always says...'she mentally mocked the words that'd turned out to be a source of dark humour for her 'Even NOW you have to malign him to express yourself...namard kahin ka! When he comes here in search of me... you wait and watch what a REAL man is made of!'

Observing the re-emerging 'spark' in her will from the very second he'd mentioned his enemy's name, the stalker grew livid with rage. How DARE she fearlessly show such contempt for him - even when trapped in so deadly a crisis? How DARE she openly favour his rival 'Jalal' - even when her honour was at stake? Yielding to the crude wake-up call, the tyrant snapped out of the trance he'd been immersed in so long -  an excessively inhuman streak materializing in his vicious frowns. Seizing her by her hair, he began shouting into her ears - his voice still unrecognizable 'I WARNED YOU TO STAY AWAY FROM HIM, BUT YOU DIDN'T LISTEN...' he ground his teeth in fury, grating on her already frayed nerves 'YOU WEEP AND WINCE IF I TOUCH YOU, BUT YOU HAVE NO QUALMS IF HE DOES SO? Promise me you're mine...PROMISE ME you'll leave him... and then I'll let you go now!' he anxiously awaited a positive answer Tell me...tell me... you'll leave him...NOD YOUR HEAD...' he helped her nod her head - and she mechanically gave-in, for the sake of pretense

However, he could see through her ruse - he could perceive that she was faking it to keep him at bay. The fury that'd been lidded for a moment returned with a vengeance 'You're LYING!' he roared menacingly 'You wouldn't leave him!'

Possessed; the psycho suddenly crawled his fingers inside her pallu grabbing her by her bare hips. He held her so hard there - his fingers dug into her skin so deep, that she found it difficult to even breathe!

'Nooo...STOPPP!' she howled and tossed in torment as a fresh volley of tears cascaded down her cheeks. The unforeseen turn of events left her feeling mortified. The disgrace of being violated in this manner shattered her from within. The rising pangs of physical pain gnawing at her waist, were insufferable. Even a brave soul like hers could take it no more. She felt debased. She was broken. She was crushed 

'Jalaaal...' she bemoaned her doom 'SOMEONE...please... help me' she mentally screamed, simultaneously biting down on her tongue through the rag - so hard that she could taste the blood. She was desperate - she would do anything to become numb to the shame brought about by the physical abuse - she would do anything to nullify the misery of being manhandled this way

'Well...' he clutched her with all his might 'A short while ago, you didn't seem to have ANY issues when HE held you like this...then, why are you acting crazy now?'

Her head commencing to spin, Jodha ruefully strived to stay awake. Yet, his last sentence didn't miss it's mark 'You... didn't...have...issues ...when HE held you like this...'  she whimpered in near-defeat as it reminded her of how cruel and twisted the many plays of destiny were.

Her instincts had been right all along - someone HAD been watching them. Regrettably, she'd refused to pay heed to her gut and stayed back at the green room, suffering this fate as a consequence. It was barely fifteen minutes ago that she'd considered herself the luckiest lady to walk this Earth - and now she was standing at the worst juncture in her life! It was on that very evening that she'd shared the most blissful moments of her relationship with Jalal - only for them to be deliberately defiled, one after another - by the madman.


SRI - NEAR THE AUDITORIUM ENTRANCE

'Twenty minutes...now THAT'S IT!'

Having re-parked the car near the auditorium entrance, Jalal swiftly turned the ignition off and got down from the driver's seat in a huff. Shutting the door harder than usual, he nodded his head unhappily as he beeped his vehicle into lock-mode 'Timekeeping is NOT one of your strong skills, is it? If I find you still busy dusting cobwebs there, I'll just put you on my shoulders and carry you back here...fir chaahe you smack me on my head for this!'

The cute visual of carrying-her-on-his-shoulders did manage to bring a momentary smile on his face, but that was nowhere enough to counter the growing unease he'd been experiencing during all of that wait in the car. Yes, he'd speculated that her mobile must be 'switched-off' due to low battery. Yes, he'd tried to reason that the delay in her return must be due to her losing track of time. Yet, the 'Something's wrong' feeling was becoming too potent to dismiss.

Nevertheless, he'd elected to be sane about this weird agitation in his psyche so he didn't lose his cool over it. After all, his decision to take matters into his own hands and  revisit the green room himself should help with both - putting his mind at rest AND quickening the return of his workaholic girlfriend to him!


SRI AUDITORIUM, BACKSTAGE - THE GREEN ROOM

He watched her - both, awed and maddened. There she was - quivering in fright - and yet, standing on her two feet despite the harrowing strains on her mind and body. Her will was still battling it out despite his threats and abuse. He understood that she wasn't going to let go so easily. The pain or the humiliation he'd meted her hadn't forced her to succumb to him because she was deriving her strength from hope - deriving her confidence from her 'notions' of True love!

Then; it also went to say to that any harm upon her supposed 'True Love' would be her biggest weakness! Maybe, it was time she learnt some truths she knew not of - some hard truths that would show her he meant business - truths that would depict how depraved he really was capable of being!

'Fine...' he sneered, following the brief lull 'If you wouldn't leave him, I'll MAKE you DO it! You saw the extent I went to with you - and I LOVE you INSANELY...fir soch, what I can do to a man I HATEEE like Jalal!'

That message brought her ongoing struggles to a steady halt -  his ominous tone was making her increasingly queasy 'No...don't believe him Jodha...don't believe him...don't believe him' she kept steeling herself

'I can bring unimaginable harm upon him!' he paused, before making his ultimate revelation 'And I have!'

'What? C...can't be...what is he trying to say?' she tried not to concede to his mind-games, but she was unable to dismiss her soaring anxiety. She didn't want to show him her face - she didn't want to reveal her insecurities - but, she couldn't help it. Daunted by his intentions, she turned towards him to hear what more he was going to spew. After all, the man was deranged - who knew what extent he could go to?

'His lovely pet...' he laughed maniacally 'Was the first to go!'

She froze in shock, for a second - before reminding herself that his theories made absolutely no sense 'Shut up you delusional moron! At least get your facts right...Robbie died of cancer!'

'It died of cancer...tch tch...' he mocked, his voice still cautiously disguised 'Well, YOU overlooked my texts and became his girlfriend...' the rascal explained 'So, I was consumed by anger...I had to vent...I wanted to vandalize... sabotage...his house...his family... something...so, I researched...and came upon this idea...one day as I drove by, I poured toxic pesticide on his front lawn... dumped it where his pet always lounged on... bichaaraa...within three weeks, he was gone!'  

'No no no no no...' the devastated Jodha wept to herself 'He is misleading you...his theories are too far-fetched!'

'Robbie has been acting a bit strange lately... they've given him two weeks at the max...I should have seen the signs earlier...'

'I poured toxic pesticide on his front lawn where his pet always lounged...'

'He was in too much pain...the medicines and the check ups were not helping him in anyway...'

As she unintentionally went back and forth from Jalal's tragic words to the stalker's unthinkable disclosure, her determination was waging a losing battle 'He wants to terrorize you Jodha...no...don't believe him..'

'Hey' he snapped her out of her trauma by forcefully tugging her hair 'You still don't believe me, right? Maybe I should start taking more severe measures...' he shrugged nonchalantly 'Last time chemicals...maybe next, a fire magically breaks out on his porch... in his house...last time it was his pet, maybe next time other members in his household...'

'No no no...' she literally begged with her tired damp eyes, emotionally vanquished by his tyranny 'Please don't do this...what has HE done to you...what have WE done to you...'

'Till one day...' the oppressor prodded on cruelly, unmoved by her pitiable state 'I finally get my chance to corner HIM this way...and when I do...' he scoffed 'It'll give me such pleasure to drive the shining blade of a knife into his flesh...ensuring that he dies slowly... and then, I'll let the helpless swine watch, while I make you mine... in front of his very eyes...'

'Enough please' the demoralized prisoner slowly thumped her forehead against the wall in overpowering grief. She could take it no longer. No amount of resolve could prepare her for the distress she felt when she had to listen to such sadistic messages about the man she loved!

Watching her responses, he curtly punched the wall beside her 'That is EXACTLY what I HAVE been feeling for so long when I see HIM...' his shrieks were abruptly interrupted


'Jodha'

The distant echoes came from the corridor outside the green room.

'Jalal' a drained smile, made its long last appearance on her tearful face 'Ummm ummm ummm' she tried to protest aloud at once, but was soon muffled-up by the attacker - and even more atrociously than before. He'd pressed her nose now - giving her no chance to even breathe, forget shout!

'You better keep your mouth shut' he snarled into her ears as she continued to gasp for breath 'If you want me NOT to DESTROY him, you better not breathe a word about anything that went on here...to him, to the authorities or to the police...get it?'  

'Jodha' the call came again from the pitch-dark corridors, this time a bit louder 'Arre yaar, where are you?' there was a brief pause, followed by a few puzzled self-comments 'The lights are off... and the door shut? Where's she gone? JODHAAA...'

Thence; the footsteps that could be clearly heard from the verrandah, started becoming less audible once again - Jalal was leaving!

'Do something...quick' the weakened junior frantically strained to resurface for some air using every last ounce of stamina she had left 'Ummm ummm ummm' she tried making noises, but they weren't loud enough. She tried banging a nearby metal table with her knee but that wasn't working either. She tried clinking her bangles and anklets but that was very difficult too 'Nooo don't go...please...hear me Jalal...'  she felt faint


There was nothing but stillness for a whole minute...


'Jo, are you there?' his voice echoed once more - much to her surprise - and that too from just outside the green room door 'Who's in there? I heard some noises...'

'Yesss' she cried in utter relief - she'd nearly given up, but her ploys had worked! He'd returned! 'Ummm ummm ummm' she exerted to make herself heard once more, despite the savage treatments she was receiving in retaliation from the lunatic.

'JODHAAA! What's happening?' her boyfriend thundered in response, his tone now evidently distraught. A second later, the latched wooden door was rattling like it'd been struck by an earthquake - what with Jalal smashing against it with all his might.

Visibly stunned the developments, the stalker loosened his hostile grip from her limbs for the first time in twenty minutes. Before Jodha could make further sense of the situation, he brutally pushed her away onto the floor and grabbed an abandoned window-grill rod from a corner.  

A second later, and there was a loud BANGGG! The door had crashed open. The aggressor had unlocked the latch himself and let the door swing - confounding the couple by his actions.

'What the hell!' Jalal exclaimed, as he tried to identify the seemingly disturbing scenes in the unlit room. However, within the moment that he took to come to terms with it, his unknown enemy had chosen to make his move - stepping out of the shadows, the scoundrel confronted his not-wholly-prepared visitor by hurriedly beating him with the rod.

'Arggghhh!' the alarmed senior fell on his knees, grimacing in the pain now pulsating across his left arm - thankfully, he'd managed to raise his other arm up in time to firmly grip the rod and stop an ensuing hit. 

Unfortunately; by the time he could recover from the unanticipated attacks and seize the bully, he was furiously kicked down - allowing the man to find his escape route in the meanwhile.


'Jodha' Jalal immediately stumbled towards his girl's slouched figure thereafter, shocked by whatever he could make out in the poor lighting 'W...what happened...' he rushed to remove the rag from her mouth 'Who...what did that bas***d do to you...' the ropes came loose in a frenzy 'J..Jo...'

'Jalal...' the lifeless lady wheezed soon after she could breathe again - and pointed in the direction that the assailant had dashed out 'The stalker...'

'WHAT!' His eyes instantly widened in horror, trailing towards the green room exit 'That f**ker he...' applying a momentary brake on his exploding rage, the emotionally-driven boyfriend turned back to his love for a moment. He touched the outlines of her face to feel her pain. In the darkness, he couldn't see anything clearly - neither her pallor, nor her expressions, or her injuries. He had no idea of what had transpired. So, he needed to know she was alright first 'Jo...a...are...you... fine...c...can you stand up?'

'I'm fine Jalal...' she lied, nodding faintly 'Now go...get him, if you can...'

'I will...' his eyes flashed like live coal, as he let the anger take over. The blasted beast had dared to lay a finger on his girl and he deserved every bit of suffering that was coming his way 'I'll go now...you wait in the car and lock yourself in...' he tossed her his keys 'I'll be back...'

Waiting for her man to sprint out of the door, Jodha succumbed to her plight and slumped on the floor in absolute misery.

Sadly, her ordeal hadn't ended - au contraire, it'd only begun!


SRI AUDITORIUM - THE CORRIDORS

He strained to hear the sounds - to doubly ensure he was hearing it right. It'd taken him a testing short while of staying absolutely still. It'd taken him a tense few seconds of staying put and doing nothing - but, the patience had paid off - it'd saved him invaluable 'search' time and given him a candid advantage over the fugitive. From his spot behind the corridor doors, he could finally hear the fleeting light-steps of the stalker in the main hall.

The young man cautiously stepped out of hiding and into the hall to confirm his suspicions. He was right - a dim shadow lurking low amidst the rows of chairs was making its stealthy way across the large auditorium.

His blood boiled at the sight.

Gearing up for the chase like a provoked predator, Jalal rolled his fist into a rock and bolted through the rows in a flash. His heart pounding fiercely and the 'rush' burning the skin on his face, he skipped over every other row to gain footing. He was determined - he wouldn't let the escapee get away!

Abruptly alerted by the sudden pursuit, the stalker accelerated his long strides in response. He had an obvious edge over his pursuant in that he was leaps and bounds ahead - and if he managed to exit the hall in time, there would be no catching him. He was determined - he wouldn't let the chaser get him!

In an attempt to safeguard his retreat, the cunning stalker played hard thereafter - toppling chairs along the way and even slinging random objects in the direction of the man behind him. However, Jalal was no less - pre-guessing the vile tactics, he managed a timely duck-and-dodge every instance that something came blitzing towards him.

Slowly but steadily, the distance between the enemies lessened...

and lessened...

and lessened some more!  

His desperation pushed the stalker to run as fast as he could, but it was becoming evident that the chaser had the distinct advantage of being the better athlete of the two...

By one point, Jalal was barely an arm's breadth behind the man. Reaching his hand out to catch the fugitive's shirt, Jalal battled to close-in on the last few inches for a few moments -  till another  burst of adrenaline surging through his throbbing veins pushed him, making up for the gap

'Aaarrrgh' a loud scream echoed in the hall as Jalal's fingers furiously clawed into the rogue's flesh - imprinting five deep gashes on his back as he'd tried to clench the shirt in a fit of outrage.

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