Jalal had her in his arms...He had

Jalal had her in his arms...He had his possession in his arms. He carried her like a precious chalice to the next room. All the while his gaze was fixed on her. Jalal knew the only way to possess her...was to bind her with him...and he had to do that forcibly...against her will. The idea of hurting Jodha was actually more painful for Jalal himself. If there any other way left...he would have availed that...but there wasn't. And for Jalal even death was more comforting than living without Jodha. Hence he was at it.



There was a part of Jalal who was in his senses...who was scared of hurting Jodha...who was worried of her reaction...But there was another Jalal who was besotted by her...who was plunged in desire...who was craving for her. The decision of the former one had already pulled the later out of slumber. The proximity of Jodha...the feel of her delicacies was feeding this desire full Jalal...nourishing his crave for her. The logical Jalal was receding back, making way for the other one.



Their first meeting...her much soaked figure...the taste of her sweet lips...her feel - everything was returning back to Jalal's mind. It was reminding him of the sleepless nights her thoughts gave him. An unbearable restlessness was engulfing him. The need to touch her...love her...bury himself inside her was pushing Jalal to the edge. He was losing his hold over himself...that too very fast. He needed her...Now.



Bed was still few more steps away...Jalal put Jodha down on a large centre table...placed in the middle of the room that showcased a century old porcelain vase. Before Jodha could make any effort to run away from his clutch, he pushed her on the table, making her fall flat on it. Before falling... her back collided with the vase...causing its fall and eventually smashing it into pieces.



'd...dare you touch me...I warn you Jalal...don't even think of...' Jodha was trying to get up from her position...but within a fraction of second Jalal descended on her. His dark eyes and piercing gaze was bringing chill down Jodha. She was scared...hell scared. Jodha was trying to push away Jalal with her tiny fists...continuously...but this protest irked Jalal. As a punishment he thrust his full weight on Jodha, making her almost gasp for air. Knowing fully that her chances were little, Jodha continued her fight...but it was getting more and more difficult for her to challenge this well built man. She was losing her strength fast. On the other hand with every passing moment Jalal was dipping more into craziness. The feel of her softness against his hard chest was arousing Jalal all the way...he lifted his body a bit and stared at those delicacies of her.



The crave...the need in him called for more. He wanted to relish the taste of her...wanted to feel her true self... Jalal clutched the dupatta covering her. Jodha could sense the looming catastrophe in front of her. She made one final effort to survive but again Jalal unarmed her by pushing himself on her. She was trapped between the table and Jalal. This push and pull game was actually unnerving Jalal. It was raising his appetite to an uncontrollable level...nearly impossible for him to hold himself any further. It was burning him to death. Finally bowing down to this immense pressure Jalal unshackled the giant in him. He removed the dupatta in a swift move and gripped the neck of the salwar. Jalal clutched Jodha with his right hand and started pulling the salwar down with his left. Salwar couldn't fight the pull and it started ripping from top, making one side of her exposing to him. The view of her glowing skin was drugging Jalal...pulling him like magnet. He couldn't wait to take it in mouth. Jalal swiftly descended and pressed his teeth on her womanly form. He gripped it hard. Such an attack on her softness gave Jodha a terrible dose of pain. She felt like losing a part of her flesh to those hungry teeth. She started struggling terribly...making the job even tougher for Jalal. But he had another plan ready in his mind. He released his left hand to join the right...clutched Jodha with both hands. She could hardly move now, leave any question of fighting. Jalal continued the onslaught with his teeth. The taste of her silky skin against his tongue...was hardening Jalal's desire for her. He wanted to suck the sweetness out of it...he wanted to have it all. He pushed his teeth deeper and deeper, without knowing he was actually biting her hard. Jodha couldn't bear this assault anymore...She shrieked out loud.



Jodha's cry pulled Jalal into his senses...it dragged him back to reality. It made him recognize...what he was upto. Jalal rose his head from her bosom...looked at her eyes...they were flooding. Jalal couldn't move his eyes from her face...it was red with pain, rage and fear. Her state ached Jalal's heart. He felt guilty for bringing such ordeal on her.



'Am sorry...I didn't want to...want to hurt you...how can I...I was just...I was not in my senses...am sorry...' Jalal struggled hard to put his words forward. He moved his gaze to the place ...he just brought an assault on. That area on her bosom was swelling...bearing the mark of his teeth...testimonial to the torture he brought on her. Jalal touched the place with his fingers. Jodha cried out in pain, 'aahh'.



Jodha was aware of this man's obsession but she had no idea about the existence of animal instinct in him. She was scared...hell scared. But above all she was disgusted...she was disgusted at his touch...his proximity...his words. Everything about him was breaking her soul. And the thing she hated most...was his SORRY! Jodha couldn't control the raising temperature in her head and she roared in pain, 'You are sick!!! Sick you are!!! Bloody psycho...leave me'. With this she pushed him with all her strength. Jalal, who was lost in her teary face couldn't foresee what's coming and fell from the tabletop. Taking advantage of this Jodha tried to flee the place...but her hand slipped of the edge of the table...she tripped and fell from it. Her face was about to hit the broken pieces of vase lying on the carpet...but Jalal caught her in time.



Stop doing this stupid...you would end up hurting yourself...do you have any idea what could have happened just now!!!', uttered a half raged-half worried Jalal. Jodha was numbed with the abruptness of this incident. Though she couldn't fathom...what would have been more fatal...her face hitting those sharp pieces or her body being trapped in his cage. She was tired...Damn tired...both mentally and physically.



Jodha stood up somehow...she covered the place, exposed by the torn salwar, with her hand and turned around from Jalal, making a final attempt to retain her dignity.



'Please let me go...I...I can't do this...I really can't do this...please.' Jodha literally pleaded to Jalal in a teary voice. But he hardly had the strength to let her go. He was shackled to his insecurity of losing her.

'Am sorry Jodha...am sorry...trust me...if there was any other way I could have availed to make you mine...I would never have travelled on this one.' Jalal slowly closed in on Jodha...he placed his hands on her shoulder and continued, 'I know...it will be painful for you...but...but...I will fill your world with so much happiness that you will forget every pain of your life. I can do anything for you...ANYTHING...just don't ask to leave you...I really can't do that.' Jalal slowly removed Jodha's dark hair, untied due to scuffle, with his hand and buried his face on her shoulder.



One thing Jodha was sure of by then...there was no escape for her. Her fate was written...written to be the prey of the devil. Still her heart wasn't ready to surrender...It wanted to put up one last fight. Jodha freed herself from Jalal's clutch and moved few steps away. Her defying eyes fixed on him, 'I will go to police'...there was a tone of warning mixed in Jodha's announcement. But those little threats hardly made any impact on Jalaluddin Mohammad. He knew a mere uniform can't infringe his immunity. Jalal started walking towards Jodha. He didn't want to waste any more time.



Before Jodha retreated anymore, Jalal caught her arm and picked her up. He swiftly carried her to the bed... put her down on it. The moment Jalal freed her, Jodha tried to slap him, but he caught her hand before it could reach its destination. Now that attempt of her enraged the MUGHAL king like hell. 'Agar koyee our hoti toh jaan le leta...magar tumpe toh meri jaan atki hai.' Jalal hissed between his teeth. The wrath in his eyes actually frightened Jodha. This Jalal was scarier than those she came across till now. Jodha looked around for anything that could save her from him. Sensing her gaze, Jalal pulled her by leg and descended on her. Jodha started throwing her legs and hands...'Leave me you brute...Leave me I say...' Jalal thrashed his weight on her. She gasped for air. Jalal knew he must suck her energy out to seize her struggle. He grabbed her hands and pinned them above her head. Jalal fixed her hands with his right hand and brought his left to her face. Jodha tried to avoid his touch by turning her face. But an irate Jalal grabbed her face and fixed it towards him. Jodha could hardly move now. Without wasting any time further Jalal slammed his lips on hers. Jodha felt like breaking his head into two...she had no other way but to bear with this. He was much more powerful and tactful than her. She is not even a match for him. But she fought...fought till the last bit of her energy. She fought when he kissed her...she fought when his forcing tongue ravaged her mouth. She fought when he pulled her robe down to bare it all.



With every passing second she was losing her power, her strength to fight off the torment...she could feel her exhausted body and mind slowly giving in to his force. She was losing the battle all the way.



Within few minutes it turned out to be an easy go for Jala

Hasil (Bahasa Indonesia) 2:

Jalal telah memeluknya ... Dia miliknya dalam pelukannya. Dia membawa dia seperti piala berharga ke kamar sebelah. Semua sementara tatapannya tertuju pada dirinya. Jalal tahu satu-satunya cara untuk memilikinya ... adalah untuk mengikat dengan dia ... dan ia harus melakukan itu secara paksa ... terhadap dirinya akan. Ide menyakiti Jodha sebenarnya lebih menyakitkan bagi Jalal sendiri. Jika ada cara lain yang tersisa ... ia akan dicairkan itu ... tapi tidak ada. Dan untuk Jalal bahkan kematian lebih menghibur daripada hidup tanpa Jodha. Oleh karena itu ia berada di dalamnya. Ada bagian dari Jalal yang berada di indra ... yang takut menyakiti Jodha ... yang khawatir reaksinya ... Tapi ada Jalal lain yang tergila-gila dengan dia .. yaitu pihak yang terjun dalam keinginan ... yang adalah keinginan untuknya. Keputusan mantan salah satu sudah menarik kemudian keluar dari tidur. Kedekatan Jodha ... nuansa lezat nya makan keinginan ini penuh Jalal ... bergizi mendambakan untuknya. Logis Jalal sedang surut kembali, membuat jalan bagi yang lain. Pertemuan pertama mereka ... dia sosok yang jauh direndam ... rasa bibir manis ... merasa dirinya - semuanya kembali kembali ke pikiran Jalal itu. Itu mengingatkan dia tentang tidur malam pikirannya memberinya. Kegelisahan yang tak tertahankan itu melanda dirinya. Kebutuhan untuk menyentuhnya ... mencintainya ... mengubur dirinya di dalam dirinya mendorong Jalal ke tepi. Dia kehilangan cengkeramannya atas dirinya sendiri ... itu juga sangat cepat. Dia membutuhkannya ... Sekarang. Bed masih beberapa langkah menjauh ... Jalal menempatkan Jodha di atas pusat meja besar ... ditempatkan di tengah-tengah ruangan yang memamerkan tua vas keramik abad. Sebelum Jodha bisa membuat setiap usaha untuk melarikan diri dari kopling, ia mendorongnya di atas meja, membuatnya jatuh datar di atasnya. Sebelum jatuh ... punggungnya bertabrakan dengan vas ... menyebabkan kejatuhannya dan akhirnya menghancurkan menjadi potongan-potongan. 'd ... berani Anda menyentuh saya ... Saya memperingatkan Anda Jalal ... bahkan tidak berpikir tentang. .. 'Jodha berusaha bangkit dari posisinya ... tapi dalam sepersekian detik Jalal turun pada dirinya. Matanya yang gelap dan tatapan menusuk itu membawa dingin turun Jodha. Dia takut ... takut neraka. Jodha berusaha menjauhkan Jalal dengan tinju mungilnya ... terus ... tapi protes ini kesal Jalal. Sebagai hukuman dia dorong berat penuh pada Jodha, membuatnya hampir menghirup udara. Mengetahui sepenuhnya bahwa peluangnya masih kecil, Jodha melanjutkan perjuangannya ... tapi itu semakin sulit baginya untuk menantang orang ini juga dibangun. Dia kehilangan kekuatannya cepat. Di sisi lain dengan setiap saat lewat Jalal mencelupkan lebih ke kegilaan. Merasakan kelembutan melawan keras dadanya yang membangkitkan Jalal sepanjang jalan ... dia mengangkat tubuhnya sedikit dan menatap mereka lezat nya. mendambakan The ... kebutuhan dalam dirinya menyerukan lebih. Dia ingin menikmati rasa dia ... ingin merasakannya diri sejati ... Jalal mencengkeram dupatta menutupi dirinya. Jodha bisa merasakan bencana menjulang di depannya. Dia membuat satu upaya terakhir untuk bertahan hidup tapi sekali lagi Jalal tanpa senjata nya dengan mendorong dirinya pada dirinya. Dia terjebak antara meja dan Jalal. Push dan tarik game ini benar-benar mengerikan Jalal. Itu meningkatkan nafsu makannya ke tingkat tak terkendali ... hampir mustahil baginya untuk menahan diri lebih jauh. Itu terbakar sampai mati. Akhirnya membungkuk untuk tekanan besar ini Jalal tanpa borgol raksasa dalam dirinya. Dia dihapus dupatta dalam sebuah langkah cepat dan mencengkeram leher salwar tersebut. Jalal mencengkeram Jodha dengan tangan kanannya dan mulai menarik salwar turun dengan kirinya. Salwar tidak bisa melawan tarikan dan mulai merobek dari atas, membuat satu sisi dia memperlihatkan kepadanya. Pandangan kulit bersinar nya membius Jalal ... menariknya seperti magnet. Dia tidak sabar untuk mengambil dalam mulut. Jalal cepat turun dan menekan giginya di formulir feminin nya. Dia mencengkeram sulit. Seperti serangan terhadap kelembutan nya memberi Jodha dosis yang mengerikan rasa sakit. Dia merasa seperti kehilangan bagian dari dagingnya kepada orang-gigi lapar. Dia mulai berjuang sangat ... membuat pekerjaan lebih berat untuk Jalal. Tapi dia punya rencana lain siap dalam pikirannya. Dia merilis tangan kirinya untuk bergabung kanan ... mencengkeram Jodha dengan kedua tangan. Dia hampir tidak bisa bergerak sekarang, meninggalkan pertanyaan tentang pertempuran. Jalal melanjutkan serangan dengan giginya. Rasa kulit halus melawan lidahnya ... itu pengerasan keinginan Jalal untuknya. Dia ingin mengisap manis dari itu ... ia ingin memiliki semuanya. Dia mendorong giginya lebih dalam dan lebih dalam, tanpa mengetahui dia benar-benar menggigit kerasnya. Jodha tidak tahan serangan ini lagi ... Dia menjerit keras. menangis Jodha yang menarik Jalal ke indra ... itu menyeretnya kembali ke kenyataan. Hal itu membuat dia mengakui ... apa dia upto. Jalal naik kepalanya dari dadanya ... menatap matanya ... mereka banjir. Jalal tidak bisa bergerak matanya dari wajahnya ... itu merah dengan rasa sakit, marah dan ketakutan. Negara terasa sakit hati Jalal itu. Dia merasa bersalah karena membawa cobaan tersebut pada dirinya. "Am maaf ... aku tidak ingin ... ingin menyakiti Anda ... bagaimana bisa aku ... aku hanya ... aku tidak di inderaku ... minta maaf ... "Jalal berjuang keras untuk menempatkan kata-katanya ke depan. Dia pindah tatapannya ke tempat ... dia hanya membawa sebuah serangan terhadap. Daerah itu pada dadanya bengkak ... bantalan tanda giginya ... testimonial untuk penyiksaan ia membawa pada dirinya. Jalal menyentuh tempat dengan jari-jarinya. Jodha menjerit kesakitan, "aahh". Jodha menyadari obsesi orang ini tapi dia tidak tahu tentang keberadaan naluri binatang dalam dirinya. Dia takut ... takut neraka. Tetapi di atas semua dia jijik ... dia merasa jijik pada sentuhannya ... kedekatannya ... kata-katanya. Segala sesuatu tentang dia melanggar jiwanya. Dan hal yang paling ia benci ... adalah MAAF nya! Jodha tidak bisa mengendalikan suhu peningkatan di kepala dan dia meraung kesakitan, 'Kamu sakit !!! Sakit Anda !!! Psiko berdarah ... tinggalkan aku '. Dengan ini ia mendorongnya dengan seluruh kekuatannya. Jalal, yang hilang di wajah berkaca-kaca tidak bisa meramalkan apa yang akan terjadi dan jatuh dari meja. Mengambil keuntungan dari Jodha ini mencoba melarikan diri tempat ... tapi tangannya tergelincir dari tepi meja ... dia tersandung dan jatuh dari itu. Wajahnya hendak memukul pecahan vas berbaring di karpet ... tapi Jalal menangkapnya dalam waktu. Berhenti melakukan hal ini bodoh ... Anda akan berakhir dengan menyakiti diri sendiri ... apakah Anda tahu apa yang bisa terjadi sekarang !!! ', mengucapkan setengah mengamuk setengah khawatir Jalal. Jodha yang mati rasa dengan kecuraman dari kejadian ini. Meskipun dia tidak bisa membayangkan ... apa yang akan menjadi lebih fatal ... wajahnya memukul potongan-potongan tajam atau tubuhnya terjebak di kandangnya. Dia lelah ... Sial lelah ... baik secara mental dan fisik. Jodha berdiri entah bagaimana ... ia menutupi tempat, terpapar oleh salwar robek, dengan tangannya dan berbalik dari Jalal, membuat upaya terakhir untuk mempertahankan dirinya martabat. "Tolong biarkan aku pergi ... aku ... aku tidak bisa melakukan ini ... Aku benar-benar tidak bisa melakukan ini ... silakan." Jodha benar memohon kepada Jalal dengan suara berkaca-kaca. Tapi dia tidak punya kekuatan untuk membiarkan dia pergi. Dia dibelenggu rasa tidak aman tentang kehilangan dia. "Minta maaf Jodha ... minta maaf ... percayalah ... jika ada cara lain saya bisa dicairkan untuk membuat Anda milikku ... Aku tidak akan pernah berwisata yang ini. ' Jalal perlahan ditutup pada Jodha ... ia menaruh tangannya di bahunya dan melanjutkan, "Aku tahu ... itu akan menyakitkan bagi Anda ... tapi ... tapi ... Aku akan mengisi dunia dengan begitu banyak kebahagiaan yang akan Anda lupa setiap rasa sakit dalam hidup Anda. Aku bisa melakukan apa pun untuk Anda ... APA ... hanya tidak meminta untuk meninggalkan Anda ... Saya benar-benar tidak bisa melakukan itu. " Jalal perlahan dihapus rambut hitam Jodha itu, mengikat karena perkelahian, dengan tangannya dan membenamkan wajahnya di bahunya. Satu hal Jodha yakin saat itu ... tidak ada jalan keluar baginya. Nasibnya ditulis ... ditulis untuk menjadi mangsa dari iblis. Masih hatinya tidak siap untuk menyerah ... Ini ingin memasang satu laga terakhir. Jodha membebaskan diri dari kopling Jalal dan pindah beberapa langkah lagi. Dia menentang mata tetap padanya, "Aku akan pergi ke polisi ... ada nada peringatan campuran dalam pengumuman Jodha itu. Tetapi orang-ancaman kecil hampir tidak membuat dampak apapun pada Jalaluddin Mohammad. Dia tahu seragam hanya tidak bisa melanggar kekebalan. Jalal mulai berjalan menuju Jodha. Dia tidak ingin membuang-buang waktu lagi. Sebelum Jodha mundur lagi, Jalal menangkap lengannya dan menjemputnya. Dia dengan cepat membawanya ke tempat tidur ... menempatkan dia di atasnya. Saat Jalal membebaskannya, Jodha mencoba menamparnya, tapi dia tertangkap tangannya sebelum bisa mencapai tujuan. Sekarang upaya dia marah raja MUGHAL seperti neraka. 'Agar koyee kami hoti toh jaan le leta ... magar tumpe toh meri jaan ATKI hai. " Jalal mendesis di antara giginya. Murka di matanya benar-benar takut Jodha. Jalal ini menakutkan daripada yang dia menemukan sampai sekarang. Jodha mencari-cari apa saja yang bisa menyelamatkannya dari dia. Merasakan tatapannya, Jalal menariknya dengan kaki dan turun pada dirinya. Jodha mulai melemparkan kaki dan tangannya ... "Tinggalkan aku kau kasar ... Tinggalkan aku katakan ... 'Jalal membabat berat badannya pada dirinya. Dia terengah-engah. Jalal tahu ia harus menyedot energi keluar untuk merebut perjuangannya. Dia meraih tangannya dan menempelkannya di atas kepalanya. Jalal tetap tangannya dengan tangan kanannya dan membawa kirinya ke wajahnya. Jodha mencoba untuk menghindari sentuhannya dengan memutar wajahnya. Tapi Jalal marah meraih wajahnya dan tetap ke arahnya. Jodha hampir tidak bisa bergerak sekarang. Tanpa membuang waktu lebih Jalal membanting bibirnya pada bibirnya. Jodha merasa seperti melanggar kepalanya menjadi dua ... dia tidak punya cara lain selain menanggung dengan ini. Ia jauh lebih kuat dan bijaksana daripada dia. Dia bahkan tidak cocok untuknya. Tapi dia berjuang ... berjuang sampai bit terakhir dari energinya. Dia berjuang ketika ia menciumnya ... dia berjuang ketika lidahnya memaksa dilanda mulutnya. Dia berjuang ketika ia menariknya jubah ke telanjang itu semua. Dengan setiap hitungan detik ia kehilangan kekuatannya, kekuatannya untuk melawan siksaan ... dia bisa merasakan tubuh lelah dan pikiran perlahan menyerah pada pasukannya. Dia kehilangan pertempuran sepanjang jalan. Dalam beberapa menit ternyata menjadi mudah pergi untuk Jala