Jalal didn't know who she was...he

Jalal didn't know who she was...he didn't know whether she will accept him or not. But these things hardly mattered to him then. These highly logical clauses were mere illogical to him.

Everything disappeared from his vision. He forgot where he was...he forgot who he was. Only thing he could see was her...only thing he could feel was his desire for her. He could listen to his heart prodding his mind, 'go Jalal get her...she is yours...she is yours only...just get her'. Jalal started moving towards her...as if an invisible string was pulling him towards her.

That afternoon changed many things in Jalal's life...that afternoon...he faced the ultimate truth of his life that there is somebody on earth, who have the power to overpower his senses...his mind. She made Jalal forget his vow to never touch a woman against her wish.

Jodha was almost done with her drying session...she checked her cloths for final time and turned to leave. Suddenly she felt a strong grip on her wrist. Before she could turn to face the offender, he gave her a pull. She collided with his broad chest. In spite of the shock of this sudden occurrence, Jodha tried to move away. But she was too late for this little effort. Jalal swiftly wrapped his arm around her waist, locking her to him. His other hand was still gripping her hand. Jodha struggled to free herself from this strong hold...she looked up to him with burning rage in her eyes. She couldn't believe this was actually happening to her. She was living in Simla since she was a child, but never came across such ordeal. 'Leave me you jerk', yelled Jodha. Her eyes were showering fire on Jalal. But her offender didn't even bother to utter a single word in response. Rather he was countering Jodha's fiery eyes with his piercing gaze.

Jodha could feel her resistance faltering before his intense look and piercing gaze. She tried to push Jalal away with her free hand, but the effort by her tiny fist, couldn't manage to move Jalal even an inch. As a punishment to this effort, Jalal strengthen his grip on her, making her crushing against his masculine body. The feel of her softies against his manly chest pushed Jalal to the edge. He started to descend his face on Jodha's...it was time to taste his belongings.

This act of Jalal sends a chill down her spine. She was now scared more than disgusted. She could watch his face closing in on her with every passing moment. She was relentlessly struggling in his arms but with no result. His lips were only inches apart from Jodha's ...she could feel his irregular warm breath on her face. Sensing no other way out in front of her, she turned her face to avoid his touch. This act of Jodha stirred up Jalal...this refusal unnerved him. He left Jodha's wrist to gripe her hair and brought her face in place. Jalal slammed his lips on Jodha's. He toughens his grip on Jodha even more, making her almost fuse into him. He poured in all his longing...all his desire through the kiss...invaded Jodha's mouth with his wild tongue...Jodha was loosing the battle all the way...her feeble protest was no match for his immense strength. Silent tears were flooding Jodha's cheeks...she had no other way but to bear with this ravage.

Her proximity...her feel...her taste...was a call to Jalal's bloody senses. He was gradually sinking in his sensation...he could feel his bodily desire to get more of her. Jalal ran his hand over her belly...squeezed it. Jodha gasped for air. But the movement of her lips between his two, made Jalal even crazier...he griped her lips with his teeth. Jodha almost moaned in pain. Jalal pressed his teeth even further. Jodha was crying profusely...she just wanted this ordeal to somehow end. She prayed to god for help.

It was now getting unbearable for her...she was feeling short of breath...but there was no respite from his tormentor. Jalal himself was feeling short of air but he didn't have the strength to move away from her. He had already lost his grip over his nerves. He just wanted this to go on and on and on...but suddenly he left the figure in his arms was trembling badly. Jalal sensed the wrong...he reluctantly pulled of slightly, giving a break to his ravage. Both were breathing heavily...both were gasping for air. The only difference was one wanted it to end here and another wanted it to go further.

Jalal looked at her...her beautiful doe like eyes were almost red with continuous shedding of tears...her milky cheeks were soaked in tears...her lips were bearing marks of the ordeal it just went through...every part of her face mirroring the pain she just suffered. This view somehow disturbed Jalal. Her tears, her pains somehow arouse a strange feeling in Jalal's heart. 'Did I really want this to happen? Did I really want to give her pain?' Jalal's mind asked his heart. He could feel a new found ach engulfing his spirit. Unconsciously his grip on Jodha became loose.

Sensing his grip getting loose on her, Jodha jerked herself freed from his arms...she moved away. Her action pulled Jalal out of his trance. He sensed, she has moved away from him...she was going away from him. This mere thought of loosing her, again brought the passion back in Jalal...it pushed aside the feeling he was experiencing only moments ago. 'How dare she go away from you Jalal? How dare she?' his heart yelled again.

Jalal again made a swift move to grab her but this time Jodha was quick enough to retreat in time. He missed her but her dupatta gave in to his grip. Without wasting a second Jalal grabbed it. Jodha's pace halted with a pull on her dupatta. She stopped for few seconds...she knew it is time to make the decision...and she must make it within next few seconds before the tormenter could proceed any further.

Jodha made her mind. Giving a final look at the stranger, she ran off the place...leaving her dupatta behind in her tormenter's grip. Before Jalal could follow her...the sight of kids caught his attention. He knew he must stop there...for now at least. He brought up his hand to his face...it still had her dupatta in its grip. Jalal rolled his eyes on this piece of cloth...buried his face in it. This smooth chiffon reminded him of her smooth skin...he could feel her presence...her fragrance in it. Jalal sucked her aroma from this cloth...relished it for couple of seconds. A sly smirk appeared on his face.


A few minutes later...


Jalal was sitting inside his car. His eyes were fixed on her dupatta which was resting on the seat beside. He knew he want her...he want her for his mind...for his heart...for his desire and above all for his peace. He had to make her his and that too very soon. 'bhaglo jahan bhagna hai...chuplo jahan chupna hai...meri ankhen tumhe dhund hi legi...kahise bhi...' Jalal smirked to himself as he pushed the accelerator.

Hasil (Bahasa Indonesia) 2:

Jalal tidak tahu siapa dia ... dia tidak tahu apakah dia akan menerima dia atau tidak. Tapi hal-hal ini tidak penting baginya saat itu. Ini klausul yang sangat logis yang hanya logis baginya. Semuanya menghilang dari pandangannya. Dia lupa di mana dia ... dia lupa siapa dia. Satunya hal yang ia bisa melihat dia ... satu-satunya hal yang bisa merasakan adalah keinginannya untuknya. Dia bisa mendengarkan hatinya dorongan pikirannya, 'pergi Jalal mendapatkan dia ... dia adalah milikmu ... dia adalah milikmu hanya ... hanya membuatnya'. Jalal mulai bergerak ke arahnya ... seakan string tak terlihat menariknya ke arahnya. Sore itu mengubah banyak hal dalam hidup Jalal itu ... sore itu ... ia menghadapi kebenaran hakiki hidupnya bahwa ada seseorang di bumi, yang memiliki kekuatan untuk mengalahkan akal sehatnya ... pikirannya. Dia membuat Jalal lupa sumpahnya untuk tidak menyentuh seorang wanita terhadap keinginannya. Jodha hampir selesai dengan sesi pengeringan nya ... dia memeriksa kain dia untuk terakhir kalinya dan berbalik untuk pergi. Tiba-tiba ia merasa pegangan yang kuat pada pergelangan tangannya. Sebelum dia bisa mengubah menghadapi pelaku, ia memberinya tarik. Dia bertabrakan dengan dadanya yang bidang. Terlepas dari kejutan kejadian tiba-tiba ini, Jodha mencoba untuk menjauh. Tapi ia terlambat untuk usaha kecil ini. Jalal cepat membungkus lengannya di pinggang, mengunci padanya. Tangannya yang lain masih mencengkeram tangannya. Jodha berjuang untuk membebaskan diri dari pegangan yang kuat ini ... dia mendongak kepadanya dengan membakar kemarahan di matanya. Dia tidak bisa percaya ini benar-benar terjadi padanya. Dia tinggal di Simla sejak ia masih kecil, tapi tidak pernah datang di cobaan tersebut. "Tinggalkan aku kau brengsek ', teriak Jodha. Matanya mandi api di Jalal. Tapi pelaku nya bahkan tidak repot-repot untuk mengucapkan satu kata dalam respon. Sebaliknya ia melawan mata berapi-api Jodha dengan tatapannya menusuk. Jodha bisa merasakan penolakannya goyah sebelum terlihat intens dan menusuk tatapan. Dia mencoba untuk mendorong Jalal pergi dengan tangannya yang bebas, namun upaya kepalan mungilnya, tidak bisa mengelola untuk memindahkan Jalal bahkan satu inci. Sebagai hukuman untuk upaya ini, Jalal memperkuat cengkeramannya pada dirinya, membuat menghancurkan melawan tubuh maskulin. Merasakan softies di dada jantan itu mendorong Jalal ke tepi. Dia mulai turun wajahnya di Jodha itu ... sudah waktunya untuk mencicipi barang-barangnya. Tindakan Jalal mengirimkan dingin ke tulang punggungnya. Sekarang dia takut lebih dari jijik. Dia bisa menonton wajahnya mendekati dia dengan setiap saat lewat. Dia terus-menerus berjuang dalam pelukannya, tapi tanpa hasil. Bibirnya hanya inci terpisah dari Jodha itu ... dia bisa merasakan teratur napasnya yang hangat di wajahnya. Merasakan ada cara lain di depan, dia memalingkan wajahnya untuk menghindari sentuhannya. Tindakan Jodha menimbulkan Jalal ... penolakan ini terkesima dia. Dia meninggalkan pergelangan tangan Jodha untuk mengeluh rambutnya dan membawa wajahnya di tempat. Jalal membanting bibirnya pada Jodha itu. Dia toughens cengkeramannya pada Jodha bahkan lebih, membuatnya hampir sekering ke dalam dirinya. Dia dituangkan dalam semua kerinduannya ... semua keinginannya melalui ciuman ... menyerang mulut Jodha dengan lidah liar ... Jodha sedang kehilangan pertempuran sepanjang jalan ... protes lemah nya tidak cocok untuk kekuatan besar itu. Air mata diam yang membanjiri pipi Jodha itu ... dia tidak punya cara lain selain bersabar membinasakan ini. kedekatan nya ... merasa ... seleranya ... adalah panggilan untuk indera berdarah Jalal itu. Dia secara bertahap tenggelam dalam sensasi nya ... dia bisa merasakan keinginan tubuh untuk mendapatkan lebih banyak dari dirinya. Jalal berlari tangannya di atas perutnya ... meremasnya. Jodha terengah-engah. Namun gerakan bibirnya di antara nya dua, membuat Jalal lebih gila lagi ... dia dikeluhkan bibirnya dengan giginya. Jodha hampir mengerang kesakitan. Jalal menekan giginya lebih jauh. Jodha menangis deras ... dia hanya ingin cobaan ini entah bagaimana berakhir. Dia berdoa kepada Tuhan untuk bantuan. Itu sekarang mendapatkan tak tertahankan baginya ... dia merasa sesak napas ... tapi tidak ada jeda dari penyiksa nya. Jalal sendiri merasa kekurangan udara tetapi ia tidak memiliki kekuatan untuk menjauh darinya. Dia telah kehilangan cengkeramannya atas saraf. Dia hanya ingin ini terus dan terus dan terus ... tapi tiba-tiba ia meninggalkan sosok dalam pelukannya gemetar buruk. Jalal merasa salah ... ia enggan menarik dari sedikit, memberikan istirahat untuk membinasakan nya. Keduanya terengah-engah ... keduanya terengah-engah. Satu-satunya perbedaan adalah salah satu ingin mengakhiri sini dan lain ingin pergi lebih jauh. Jalal menatapnya ... doe cantik seperti mata yang hampir merah dengan penumpahan terus-menerus menangis ... pipi susu nya direndam dalam air mata .. bibir .her yang membawa tanda-tanda siksaan itu hanya pergi melalui ... setiap bagian dari wajahnya mencerminkan rasa sakit dia hanya menderita. Pandangan ini entah bagaimana terganggu Jalal. Air matanya, sakit entah bagaimana membangkitkan perasaan aneh dalam hati Jalal itu. "Apakah aku benar-benar ingin ini terjadi? Apakah aku benar-benar ingin memberikan rasa sakitnya? " Pikiran Jalal bertanya hatinya. Dia bisa merasakan ditemukan ach baru melanda jiwanya. Tanpa disadari cengkeramannya pada Jodha menjadi longgar. Merasakan cengkeramannya semakin longgar pada dirinya, Jodha tersentak dirinya dibebaskan dari tangannya ... dia pindah. Tindakannya menarik Jalal keluar dari trance-nya. Dia merasakan, dia pindah dari dia ... dia akan pergi dari dia. Pikiran hanya ini kehilangan dia, sekali lagi membawa gairah kembali Jalal ... itu menyingkirkan perasaan dia mengalami beberapa saat yang lalu. "Berani-beraninya dia pergi dari Anda Jalal? Berani-beraninya dia? " hatinya berteriak lagi. Jalal lagi membuat langkah cepat untuk meraihnya tapi kali ini Jodha cukup cepat untuk mundur dalam waktu. Dia merindukan dia tapi dupatta-nya menyerah pada pegangannya. Tanpa membuang Jalal kedua meraihnya. Kecepatan Jodha itu dihentikan dengan tarikan pada dupatta-nya. Dia berhenti untuk beberapa detik ... dia tahu sekarang saatnya untuk membuat keputusan ... dan dia harus membuatnya dalam beberapa detik berikutnya sebelum tormenter bisa melanjutkan lebih jauh. Jodha membuat pikirannya. Memberikan tampilan akhir di orang asing, ia berlari dari tempat ... meninggalkan dupatta di belakang dalam genggaman tormenter nya. Sebelum Jalal bisa mengikutinya ... melihat anak-anak menarik perhatiannya. Dia tahu dia harus berhenti di sana ... setidaknya untuk saat ini. Dia membawa tangannya ke wajahnya ... itu masih memiliki dupatta-nya dalam genggamannya. Jalal memutar matanya pada bagian ini kain ... membenamkan wajahnya di dalamnya. Sifon halus ini mengingatkannya pada kulit halus nya ... dia bisa merasakan kehadirannya ... aroma nya di dalamnya. Jalal mengisap aroma nya dari kain ini ... menikmati untuk beberapa detik. Sebuah seringai licik muncul di wajahnya. Beberapa menit kemudian ... Jalal sedang duduk di dalam mobilnya. Matanya tertuju pada dupatta-nya yang sedang beristirahat di kursi samping. Dia tahu dia ingin dia ... dia ingin dia untuk pikirannya ... untuk hatinya ... untuk keinginannya dan di atas semua untuk perdamaian. Dia harus membuat nya dan itu juga segera. 'Bhaglo jahan bhagna hai ... chuplo jahan chupna hai ... meri ankhen Tumhe dhund hi legi ... kahise bhi ...' Jalal menyeringai pada dirinya sendiri saat dia mendorong pedal gas.