People say that time heals the deep

People say that time heals the deepest of deepest wounds, but sometimes, time doesn't heal all the wounds, some wounds are subterranean... hidden... and concealed, which can never be healed and instead of getting cured with time, these wounds get engraved even deeper.

There are times when, what you see with your own eyes and hear with your own ears also deceives you. It's your sixth sense which gives you hints, but your mind still ignores them. Jodha's mind was too practical to believe all the substernal matters and hints her heart was giving, to believe the unbelievable of his innocence.

Jodha was in dilemma... Jodha was in confusion... Jodha wanted to believe her heart, but the unfathomable scars on her soul were not letting her raw wounds heal. On the contrary, life played cruel, but a practical joke on her, the person who she was supposed to hate, the person who she was supposed to kill, the person who she was supposed to take revenge from... she fell for him... her heart completely captured her brain, and instead of following her mission, Unwillingly... Unknowingly... Unconsciously... She fell in love with him, with the devil, the cruel monster, the darkness of her life, who took everything from her, and was now about to take what she had left, her Amer. But her confusion, her pain and her frustration were her sixth sense. Her subconscious mind and her sixth sense were slowly accepting the unbelievable truth of his innocence without even any proof.

Jalal:

It was very early morning, the sun in sky tinted with a haziness of faded golden and orange shades between the gray shadows, as it began to arise with new hopes in the horizon.

The Restless Night passed without a blink... While watching the changing colors of the skylines, Jalal was sitting on the swing under the open sky with scorching ache. He welcomed the first ray of the sun with a dim smile, with the hope and faith that soon the game will fall in his hand. He was being optimistic.

He had a slight prideful grin on his face, since the toughest night passed and he won over his deepest, uncontrollable desire to run to her and take her in his arms and comfort her pain. He successfully curbed his intense longing to pursue her and ask for forgiveness for not supporting her. He murmured cynically Khan Baba, I completely agree with you that love makes a warrior weak. Your advice about not falling in love was very true, because love only leads to pain, but falling in love is not in anyone's control. It just happens, no matter how much you pull yourself backward, or strain to control your feelings, it is useless, more you constrain on yourself, it multiplies in the opposite direction and throws you towards love. Love is a magnetic pull.



Radha:

Her heart beats were at the highest pace, a thin layer of sweat was glowing on her fearful face and from the corner of her eyes tears were dripping slowly. A hollow sound slipped out from her mouth "Moti..." Few minutes passed... she again mumbled anxiously in deep sleep, You filthy Mughal, I will kill you if you dare to touch me!' Her dreadful yell woke up Reva, who was sleeping next to her. Her eyes widened seeing Radha shaking out of terror as if someone was killing her. Reva immediately sat next to her and gripped her shivering icy cold hands in her warm hands and lovingly put her second hand on her forehead to caress and comfort her. Seeing her state getting worse she decided to wake her up from her horrified dream, she mumbled tenderly "Radha...wake up"

Instead of responding, Radha whimpered in her dream "Let me go." while struggling to come out of Reva's grip.

Reva yelled worryingly "Radha wake up... Radha... Radha..." she wobbled her roughly.

Hearing Reva's worried voice Radha came back from the hell of her dream and slowly opened her eyes, but her body was still shivering and shaking. She gazed at Reva blankly for a moment and swiftly hugged her, as if she is the only source left for her survival. Reva took her in her warmth and lovingly tried to sooth her "Don't fear, it was just a dream Radha... seems like you saw a bad dream!!"

Radha didn't reply to her and kept hugging her for a minute until her heartbeats slowed down to normal "I have an unbearable headache Reva." she said in barely audible low tone while parting from her.

Reva swiftly got up and gave a big glass of water to Radha, which she gulped in a second... A moment later, her empty stomach began to growl loudly with loads of water. Soon she began to feel unbearable stomach ache and an urge to throw up, she ran out of the cottage before a wave of nausea flooded out. She leaned down by the wash area and threw up. She felt as if someone sucked all of her energy out of her body. Reva rubbed her back repeatedly to comfort her. She took her inside the cottage and gave her a small sip of a water.

Hasil (Bahasa Indonesia) 2:

Orang mengatakan waktu yang menyembuhkan terdalam dari luka terdalam, tapi kadang-kadang, waktu tidak menyembuhkan semua luka, beberapa luka yang bawah tanah ... tersembunyi ... dan tersembunyi, yang tidak pernah bisa disembuhkan dan bukan mendapatkan disembuhkan dengan waktu, luka ini bisa terukir bahkan lebih dalam. Ada kalanya, apa yang Anda lihat dengan mata sendiri dan mendengar dengan telinganya sendiri juga menipu Anda. Ini indra keenam Anda yang memberi Anda petunjuk, tetapi pikiran Anda masih mengabaikan mereka. Pikiran Jodha itu terlalu praktis untuk percaya semua hal substernal dan petunjuk hatinya sedang memberikan, untuk percaya dipercaya tidak bersalah. Jodha dalam dilema ... Jodha gempar ... Jodha ingin percaya hatinya, tapi tak terduga bekas luka di jiwanya tidak membiarkan luka baku nya sembuh. Sebaliknya, kehidupan dimainkan kejam, tapi lelucon praktis pada dirinya, orang yang dia seharusnya membenci, orang yang dia seharusnya untuk membunuh, orang yang dia seharusnya membalas dendam dari ... dia jatuh untuk dia ... hatinya benar-benar ditangkap otaknya, dan bukannya mengikuti misinya, Enggan ... Tanpa sadar ... sadar ... dia jatuh cinta dengan dia, dengan setan, yang rakasa kejam, kegelapan hidupnya, yang mengambil segalanya dari dia, dan sekarang akan mengambil apa yang dia telah meninggalkan, Amer nya. Tapi kebingungannya, rasa sakit dan frustrasi yang indra keenamnya. Pikiran bawah sadar dan rasa keenam perlahan-lahan menerima kebenaran dipercaya bersalah tanpa bukti. Jalal: Itu sangat pagi-pagi, matahari di langit berwarna dengan kekaburan dari pudar warna emas dan oranye antara bayangan abu-abu, karena mulai timbul dengan harapan baru di cakrawala. The Restless Malam berlalu tanpa berkedip ... Saat menonton perubahan warna dari gedung pencakar langit, Jalal sedang duduk di ayunan di bawah langit terbuka dengan sakit terik. Dia menyambut sinar pertama matahari dengan senyum redup, dengan harapan dan iman yang segera permainan akan jatuh di tangannya. Dia optimis. Dia memiliki senyum sombong sedikit di wajahnya, sejak malam terberat berlalu dan ia memenangkan lebih terdalam, keinginan tak terkendali untuk menjalankan kepadanya dan memeluknya dan menghibur rasa sakitnya. Dia berhasil menahan kerinduan intens untuk mengejar dan meminta pengampunan karena tidak mendukung dirinya. Gumamnya sinis Khan Baba, saya sepenuhnya setuju dengan Anda cinta yang membuat seorang pejuang yang lemah. Saran Anda tentang tidak jatuh cinta itu sangat benar, karena cinta hanya menyebabkan rasa sakit, tapi jatuh cinta tidak dalam kendali siapa pun. Itu hanya terjadi, tidak peduli berapa banyak Anda menarik diri ke belakang, atau regangan untuk mengendalikan perasaan Anda, itu tidak berguna, lebih Anda membatasi pada diri sendiri, mengalikan dalam arah yang berlawanan dan melempar Anda terhadap cinta. Cinta adalah tarik magnet. Radha: denyut jantung nya adalah pada kecepatan tertinggi, lapisan tipis keringat bersinar di wajah takut dan dari sudut matanya air mata yang menetes perlahan. Sebuah suara berongga menyelinap keluar dari mulutnya "Moti ..." Beberapa menit berlalu ... dia lagi bergumam cemas dalam tidur, Anda kotor Mughal, saya akan membunuh Anda jika Anda berani menyentuhku! " Teriakan mengerikan dia bangun Reva, yang sedang tidur di sampingnya. Matanya melebar melihat Radha gemetar dari teror seperti jika seseorang telah membunuhnya. Reva langsung duduk di sampingnya dan mencengkeram nya menggigil tangan dingin es di tangan yang hangat dan penuh kasih meletakkan tangan kedua di dahinya untuk membelai dan menghiburnya. Melihat keadaan nya semakin parah dia memutuskan untuk membangunkannya dari mimpi ngeri, dia bergumam lembut "Radha ... bangun" Daripada menanggapi, Radha merintih dalam mimpinya "Biarkan aku pergi." saat berjuang untuk keluar dari cengkeraman Reva ini. Reva berteriak mengkhawatirkan "Radha bangun ... Radha ... Radha ..." dia terhuyung dengan kasar. Mendengar suara khawatir Reva ini Radha kembali dari neraka mimpinya dan perlahan membuka nya mata, namun tubuhnya masih menggigil dan gemetar. Dia menatap Reva kosong sejenak dan cepat memeluknya, seolah-olah dia adalah satu-satunya sumber yang tersisa untuk kelangsungan hidupnya. Reva membawanya di kehangatan dan penuh cinta mencoba untuk menenangkan dirinya "Jangan takut, itu hanya mimpi Radha ... Sepertinya Anda melihat mimpi buruk !!" Radha tidak menjawab dan terus memeluk dia untuk menit sampai detak jantungnya melambat normal "saya memiliki sakit kepala tak tertahankan Reva." katanya dengan nada rendah nyaris tak terdengar saat berpisah darinya. Reva cepat bangkit dan memberi segelas besar air untuk Radha, yang ia menelan ludah dalam detik ... Sesaat kemudian, perutnya yang kosong mulai menggeram keras dengan banyak air . Segera ia mulai merasa sakit perut tak tertahankan dan dorongan untuk muntah, ia berlari keluar dari pondok sebelum gelombang mual membanjiri keluar. Dia membungkuk dengan mencuci daerah dan muntah. Dia merasa seolah-olah seseorang mengisap semua energi keluar dari tubuhnya. Reva mengusap punggungnya berulang kali untuk menghiburnya. Dia membawanya di dalam pondok dan memberinya seteguk kecil air.