'THIS unknown man is YOU Jalal.' Ab

'THIS unknown man is YOU Jalal.' Abdul broke the news with a voice loud enough to pierce into Jalal's ears and his mind as well. Only thing he wasn't sure about how he is going to react.

'What did you just say?' Jalal turned around with a strange mixture of shock, disbelief and anger engulfing both his voice and face. 'Abdul what DID you just say?' Jalal gritted his teeth while uttering next few words, 'answer me damned'. Jalal's raging temper and his forwarding steps send a wave of nervousness through Abdul's veins but he managed to stay upright and went on with his revelation, 'Yes Jalal Salim is your son. While looking for information about Jodha, we came across certain strange facts about THIS kid. Rajput ka beta hai...but his name is SALIM. Jodha has a son but none of our sources could trace anything related to her marriage or even a relationship with any guy. His age neatly matches up to the time, Jodha came in your life. And above all, there is another thing that compelled me for this DNA test...Jalal...your mother sends money to Jodha...she helps her in many ways...and she has made some investments in Salim's name as well...and now this report.' Abdul stopped here as he didn't know what else he had in store to usher.



'Abdul...do you have any idea what you are saying?' Jalal's raging voice certainly didn't match up with the soft tone, his moist eyes were emitting. This exposition of conflicting emotions were actually an externalization of the inner turmoil, Jalal was going through. His heart wanted to embrace the news and burst into tears but his mind was pulling the plug in search of more logics, knowing fully well what he got was enough to prove the fact. This clash of emotions was raking Jalal's nerves. His face was reflecting his disbelief to Abdul's words while his eyes were replicating the birth of a hope... 'what if it's true!'



Jalal picked up the report from couch and read it again and again. No...he wasn't wrong...it clearly says...Salim IS his son. Jalal could feel his hands trembling terribly...his vision getting blurred slowly as something warm, moist trickling down his cheeks.



'Jalal are you ok?' worried Abdul asked his friend. Jalal didn't reply but his face did. His tear soaked face caught Abdul's attention, as he looked up to his pal. Now Abdul was damn worried. He didn't know how to handle this situation. Jalal...'

'Abdul, can you leave me alone for some time?' Jalal requested his friend with a chocked voice. The reason was not unknown to Abdul. Hence he agreed, 'alright am waiting at my room. Give me a call whenever you need.' Saying this Abdul left for his room, leaving a tormented Jalal behind who was struggling hard to get hold of his past and embrace his present.



Jalal stood still...gaze locked at nothing. For last four and a half years he was living an aimless life...nothing to look up to...nobody to care for. He always believed his life will end this way and with him end this Royal bloodline, he inherited from his ancestors. The MUGHAL legacy will cease to exist after him. Everything will be lost forever. The history of a warrior breed began from SAMARKAND many centuries ago, will die at his hand. It's not that Jalal was obsessed with son or something like that, but he needed one to secure IMPERIAL from a FALL...he needed one to keep MUGHAL empire alive on this earth. In no way he could alter the century old MUGHAL inheritance law that bars an adopted son to be a legal heir.



After the accident Jalal was in coma for three months...got multiple fractures in his body but he survived all. Only thing he could not fight was the news he received after gaining sense. World broke apart for Jalal, when the doctor told him he could never become a father. Life became a DEAD end for him. Since then there's never been a day he didn't blame himself for letting his legacy go to ashes. But there was hardly anything he could do about it. The all powerful Jalaluddin Mohammad was just a frail fly in the hands of Fate.



The night before the accident, Jalal was with Jodha. That night he became one with her. Jalal always wanted her back in his life but he never imagined, that one night he spend with her, will give him the most precious gift of his life...his SON.



This news...this report...it gave a new life to Jalal...gave him a new cause to live for. Finally dawn smiled upon his never ending dark night. Jalal kissed those papers, drew them to his heart...thanked them for giving a soul to his life. After fighting with his emotions for long...finally Jalal let the guards fall around him. He broke down on the floor...came down on his knees...tears were flooding his face. He himself didn't want to stop them tonight. He wanted to cry his heart out today...he wanted to spend all his tears today. Because he knew with these tears...the pain he was carrying in heart will also wash away. Hence he cried...cried and cried...



5 am

-------

Jalal couldn't close his eyes for even once last night. Immense happiness and an unknown anxiety kept sleep away from him. He felt like shouting from rooftop and tell the world that he has a son but he knew he must not rush into anything...he must be very careful in dealing with this. First he will have to obtain his son then legal procedures...once everything is tied up neatly, he will announce Salim as his heir...not before that. Otherwise things could turn fatal for both Jodha and Rico. And he just can't let that happen.



Since Jalal got to know about his son, he couldn't think of anything but Rico. Rico...his badmashi...his love for sports cars...his numerous stitches...his smile...Jalal was reliving every moment he spend with him. Once he had wished for a son like Rico...he had no idea God will answer his prayer by making Rico his son. A broad smile played on Jalal's lips as he remembered his lil love. He was growing more impatient with every passing second...impatient to take his son to his heart...impatient to shower his love on him...impatient to give him everything he missed these years...'it's time...he must know who he is.'



Jalal grabbed his iPhone and pressed the speed dial.



'Abdul, where is my SON?'

Hasil (Bahasa Indonesia) 1:

'Orang ini tidak diketahui adalah kasih Jalal. Abdul pecah berita dengan suara yang cukup keras untuk menembus Jalal di telinga dan pikiran juga. Hanya hal ia tidak yakin tentang bagaimana dia akan bereaksi.'Apa Apakah Anda hanya mengatakan?' Jalal berbalik dengan campuran aneh shock, tidak percaya dan kemarahan yang menyelimuti suara dan wajah. ' Abdul apa yang kau katakan?' Jalal menggertakkan gigi sambil mengucapkan beberapa kata-kata, 'jawaban saya terkutuk'. Jalal di mengamuk marah dan penerusan langkah mengirimkan gelombang kegelisahan melalui urat nadi Abdul di tapi ia berhasil untuk tetap tegak dan melanjutkan dengan Wahyu, ' Ya Jalal Salim adalah anakmu. Sementara mencari informasi tentang Jodha, kita menemukan fakta-fakta tertentu aneh tentang anak ini. JAT ka beta hai... tapi namanya adalah SALIM. Jodha mempunyai seorang anak tapi tidak ada sumber kami bisa melacak apapun yang berhubungan dengan perkawinan atau bahkan hubungan dengan setiap orang. Usianya rapi cocok hingga waktu, Jodha datang dalam hidup Anda. Dan di atas semua, ada hal lain yang memaksa saya untuk tes DNA ini...Jalal... ibu Anda mengirimkan uang ke Jodha... dia membantu dia dalam banyak cara... dan dia telah membuat beberapa investasi dalam nama Salim juga... dan sekarang laporan ini.' Abdul berhenti di sini karena ia tidak tahu apa lagi yang dia telah di toko untuk mengantar. ' Abdul... Apakah Anda memiliki ide apa yang Anda katakan?' Jalal di mengamuk suara pasti tidak cocok dengan nada lembut, matanya lembab yang memancarkan. Pameran ini bertentangan emosi yang sebenarnya eksternalisasi gejolak batin, Jalal akan melalui. Hatinya ingin merangkul Berita dan menangis, tapi pikirannya menarik steker untuk mencari lebih logika, mengetahui sepenuhnya baik apa yang dia punya sudah cukup untuk membuktikan fakta. Bentrokan emosi adalah menyapu Jalal di saraf. Wajahnya mencerminkan percaya kata-kata Abdul di sementara matanya yang mereplikasi kelahiran harapan... 'Bagaimana jika memang benar!' Jalal mengambil laporan dari sofa dan membacanya lagi dan lagi. Tidak...ia tidak salah... ia jelas mengatakan...Salim adalah anaknya. Jalal bisa merasakan tangannya gemetar sangat... pandangannya semakin kabur perlahan-lahan sebagai sesuatu hangat, lembab menetes pipinya. 'Jalal Apakah Anda ok?' khawatir Abdul meminta temannya. Jalal tidak menjawab tapi wajahnya melakukan. Wajahnya robek direndam menarik perhatian Abdul di, karena ia menengadah ke sahabat. Sekarang Abdul adalah sialan khawatir. Ia tidak tahu bagaimana menangani situasi ini. Jalal...''Abdul, Anda bisa meninggalkan saya sendirian untuk beberapa waktu?' Jalal meminta temannya dengan suara chocked. Alasan itu tidak diketahui Abdul. Maka ia setuju, ' Baiklah menunggu di kamarku. Memberi saya panggilan bila Anda perlu.' Mengatakan ini Abdul kiri untuk kamarnya, meninggalkan Jalal tersiksa di belakang yang berjuang keras untuk mendapatkan memegang masa lalu dan merangkul sekarang nya. Jalal stood still...gaze locked at nothing. For last four and a half years he was living an aimless life...nothing to look up to...nobody to care for. He always believed his life will end this way and with him end this Royal bloodline, he inherited from his ancestors. The MUGHAL legacy will cease to exist after him. Everything will be lost forever. The history of a warrior breed began from SAMARKAND many centuries ago, will die at his hand. It's not that Jalal was obsessed with son or something like that, but he needed one to secure IMPERIAL from a FALL...he needed one to keep MUGHAL empire alive on this earth. In no way he could alter the century old MUGHAL inheritance law that bars an adopted son to be a legal heir. After the accident Jalal was in coma for three months...got multiple fractures in his body but he survived all. Only thing he could not fight was the news he received after gaining sense. World broke apart for Jalal, when the doctor told him he could never become a father. Life became a DEAD end for him. Since then there's never been a day he didn't blame himself for letting his legacy go to ashes. But there was hardly anything he could do about it. The all powerful Jalaluddin Mohammad was just a frail fly in the hands of Fate. The night before the accident, Jalal was with Jodha. That night he became one with her. Jalal always wanted her back in his life but he never imagined, that one night he spend with her, will give him the most precious gift of his life...his SON. This news...this report...it gave a new life to Jalal...gave him a new cause to live for. Finally dawn smiled upon his never ending dark night. Jalal kissed those papers, drew them to his heart...thanked them for giving a soul to his life. After fighting with his emotions for long...finally Jalal let the guards fall around him. He broke down on the floor...came down on his knees...tears were flooding his face. He himself didn't want to stop them tonight. He wanted to cry his heart out today...he wanted to spend all his tears today. Because he knew with these tears...the pain he was carrying in heart will also wash away. Hence he cried...cried and cried... 5 am-------Jalal couldn't close his eyes for even once last night. Immense happiness and an unknown anxiety kept sleep away from him. He felt like shouting from rooftop and tell the world that he has a son but he knew he must not rush into anything...he must be very careful in dealing with this. First he will have to obtain his son then legal procedures...once everything is tied up neatly, he will announce Salim as his heir...not before that. Otherwise things could turn fatal for both Jodha and Rico. And he just can't let that happen. Since Jalal got to know about his son, he couldn't think of anything but Rico. Rico...his badmashi...his love for sports cars...his numerous stitches...his smile...Jalal was reliving every moment he spend with him. Once he had wished for a son like Rico...he had no idea God will answer his prayer by making Rico his son. A broad smile played on Jalal's lips as he remembered his lil love. He was growing more impatient with every passing second...impatient to take his son to his heart...impatient to shower his love on him...impatient to give him everything he missed these years...'it's time...he must know who he is.' Jalal grabbed his iPhone and pressed the speed dial. 'Abdul, where is my SON?'

Hasil (Bahasa Indonesia) 2:

'INI pria tak dikenal adalah ANDA Jalal. " Abdul menyampaikan kabar dengan suara cukup keras untuk menembus ke telinga Jalal dan pikirannya juga. Hanya hal dia tidak yakin tentang bagaimana dia akan bereaksi. "Apa yang kau katakan?" Jalal berbalik dengan campuran aneh shock, tidak percaya dan marah melanda suara dan wajahnya. 'Abdul apa DID Anda hanya mengatakan? " Jalal mengertakkan gigi sambil mengucapkan beberapa kata berikutnya, 'jawab saya terkutuk'. Mengamuk marah Jalal dan langkah forwarding nya mengirim gelombang kegelisahan melalui pembuluh darah Abdul tetapi ia berhasil tetap tegak dan melanjutkan dengan wahyu-Nya, 'Ya Jalal Salim adalah anak Anda. Sambil mencari informasi tentang Jodha, kami datang di fakta aneh tertentu tentang anak INI. Rajput ka beta hai ... tapi namanya SALIM. Jodha memiliki anak tetapi tidak ada sumber-sumber kita bisa melacak apa yang terkait dengan pernikahannya atau bahkan hubungan dengan pria manapun. Usianya rapi cocok hingga saat itu, Jodha datang dalam hidup Anda. Dan di atas semua, ada hal lain yang memaksa saya untuk tes DNA ini ... Jalal ... ibumu mengirimkan uang ke Jodha ... dia membantu dia dalam banyak hal ... dan dia telah membuat beberapa investasi dalam nama Salim sebagai baik ... dan sekarang laporan ini. " Abdul berhenti di sini karena ia tidak tahu apa lagi yang dia telah di toko untuk mengantar. "Abdul ... kau tahu apa yang Anda katakan?" Suara mengamuk Jalal tentu tidak cocok dengan nada lembut, matanya basah nya yang memancarkan. Ini eksposisi konflik emosi yang sebenarnya merupakan eksternalisasi dari kekacauan batin, Jalal akan melalui. Hatinya ingin merangkul berita dan menangis, tapi pikirannya menarik steker mencari lebih logika, mengetahui sepenuhnya dengan baik apa yang ia punya sudah cukup untuk membuktikan fakta. Ini benturan emosi sedang menyapu saraf Jalal itu. Wajahnya mencerminkan percaya kepada kata-kata Abdul sambil matanya mereplikasi kelahiran harapan ... 'bagaimana jika itu benar!' Jalal mengambil laporan dari sofa dan membacanya lagi dan lagi. Tidak ... dia tidak salah ... itu jelas mengatakan ... Salim IS anaknya. Jalal bisa merasakan tangannya gemetar sangat ... visinya semakin kabur perlahan sebagai sesuatu yang hangat, lembab mengalir di pipinya. "Jalal yang Anda ok?" khawatir Abdul tanya temannya. Jalal tidak menjawab tapi wajahnya tidak. Wajah direndam air matanya menarik perhatian Abdul, karena ia mendongak temannya. Sekarang Abdul sialan khawatir. Dia tidak tahu bagaimana menangani situasi ini. Jalal ... ' 'Abdul, bisa kau tinggalkan aku sendirian untuk beberapa waktu? " Jalal meminta temannya dengan suara chocked. Alasannya tidak diketahui Abdul. Oleh karena itu ia setuju, "baik-baik saja sedang menunggu di kamarku. Telepon aku kapanpun Anda membutuhkannya. " Mengatakan Abdul ini meninggalkan kamarnya, meninggalkan Jalal tersiksa belakang yang berjuang keras untuk mendapatkan masa lalu dan merangkul hadiahnya. Jalal masih berdiri ... tatapan terkunci pada apa-apa. Untuk yang terakhir empat setengah tahun ia menjalani kehidupan tanpa tujuan ... apa-apa untuk melihat ke ... tidak ada untuk merawat. Dia selalu percaya hidupnya akan berakhir seperti ini dan dengan dia mengakhiri Kerajaan keturunan ini, ia warisi dari nenek moyangnya. The MUGHAL warisan akan tidak ada lagi mengejarnya. Semuanya akan hilang selamanya. Sejarah keturunan prajurit mulai dari Samarkand berabad-abad yang lalu, akan mati di tangannya. Ini bukan berarti bahwa Jalal terobsesi dengan anak atau sesuatu seperti itu, tapi ia membutuhkan seseorang untuk mengamankan IMPERIAL dari FALL ... dia membutuhkan seseorang untuk menjaga MUGHAL kerajaan hidup di bumi ini. Tidak ada cara dia bisa mengubah lama hukum waris MUGHAL abad yang melarang anak angkat menjadi ahli waris. Setelah kecelakaan Jalal sedang koma selama tiga bulan ... punya beberapa patah tulang di tubuhnya, tapi ia selamat semua. Hanya hal dia tidak bisa melawan adalah berita yang ia terima setelah mendapatkan rasa. Dunia pecah untuk Jalal, ketika dokter mengatakan bahwa dia tidak pernah bisa menjadi seorang ayah. Hidup menjadi akhir MATI baginya. Sejak itu tidak pernah ada satu hari ia tidak menyalahkan dirinya sendiri karena membiarkan warisannya pergi ke abu. Tapi ada hampir tidak sesuatu yang bisa dilakukan tentang hal itu. Semua kuat Jalaluddin Mohammad hanya lalat lemah di tangan Takdir. Malam sebelum kecelakaan, Jalal adalah dengan Jodha. Malam itu ia menjadi salah satu dengannya. Jalal selalu ingin kembali dalam hidupnya, tapi dia tidak pernah membayangkan, bahwa suatu malam dia menghabiskan waktu dengan dia, akan memberinya hadiah yang paling berharga dalam hidupnya ... SON nya. Berita ini ... laporan ini ... itu memberi kehidupan baru ke Jalal ... memberinya penyebab baru untuk hidup. Akhirnya fajar tersenyum pada pernah berakhir malam gelap. Jalal mencium kertas-kertas, menarik mereka ke hatinya ... berterima kasih kepada mereka karena telah memberikan jiwa untuk hidupnya. Setelah berjuang dengan emosinya lama ... akhirnya Jalal membiarkan penjaga turun di sekelilingnya. Dia menangis di lantai ... turun berlutut ... air mata membanjiri wajahnya. Dia sendiri tidak ingin menghentikan mereka malam ini. Dia ingin menangis hatinya keluar hari ini ... ia ingin menghabiskan semua air matanya saat ini. Karena dia tahu dengan air mata ini ... sakit yang dibawanya dalam hati juga akan membasuh. Oleh karena itu dia menangis ... menangis dan menangis ... 05:00 ------- Jalal tidak bisa menutup mata bahkan malam hari setelah terakhir. Kebahagiaan yang sangat besar dan kecemasan yang tidak diketahui terus tidur darinya. Dia merasa seperti berteriak dari atap dan memberitahu dunia bahwa ia memiliki seorang putra tapi ia tahu ia tidak harus buru-buru apa-apa ... dia harus sangat berhati-hati dalam menangani hal ini. Pertama dia harus mendapatkan anaknya maka prosedur hukum ... setelah semuanya diikat rapi, ia akan mengumumkan Salim sebagai ahli warisnya ... tidak sebelum itu. Jika tidak hal-hal bisa berubah fatal bagi kedua Jodha dan Rico. Dan dia tidak bisa membiarkan hal itu terjadi. Karena Jalal harus tahu tentang anaknya, ia tidak bisa memikirkan apa pun kecuali Rico. Rico ... badmashi nya ... cintanya untuk olahraga mobil ... banyak jahitan nya ... senyumnya ... Jalal sedang menghidupkan kembali setiap saat ia menghabiskan waktu dengan dia. Setelah ia berharap untuk anak seperti Rico ... dia tidak tahu Tuhan akan menjawab doanya dengan membuat Rico anaknya. Sebuah senyum lebar dimainkan di bibir Jalal saat ia teringat cinta lil nya. Dia tumbuh lebih sabar dengan setiap melewati kedua ... sabar untuk membawa anaknya ke hatinya ... tidak sabar untuk mandi cintanya pada dirinya ... sabar untuk memberinya segala sesuatu yang ia merindukan tahun ini ... "saatnya .. .he harus tahu siapa dia. " Jalal meraih iPhone dan menekan speed dial. "Abdul, di mana SON saya? '