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'When Jalal's returning from Kolkata? Do you have any idea Maham?' Ruqaiya asked Mahamanga, who herself was much ruffled with the question.

'I don't know...it never happened before that Jalal went to some official tour and stayed there for 2 more days...its very strange this time.' answered a lost Maham.

'Yaa...that wasn't even an official tour. Just a charity program. It was all about a day. He was supposed to leave for Monaco the very next morning. But he cancelled his holiday to stay in Kolkata!!! Aisa kya hai wahan!!!' Ruqaiya almost gritted her teeth with last few words.

'Have you called him?' inquired Maham.

'I called hundred times Maham...but Jalal phone uthaye tab na...' Ruqaiya uttered with disgust. She was going to vent some more of her revulsion but suddenly something popped inside her mind. 'Maham kahi Jalal...' she couldn't complete the sentence as Maham intervened in the middle.

'Kahi Jalal...kya Ruqaiya...kahi aap yeh toh nehi soch rahi ke Jalal kisise...' Maham deliberately left her sentence here to tease Ruqaiya.

'Jalal and women...is topic pe toh ab wiki me page bhi ban chuka hai Maham. I know him since childhood. Women are like nights in his life...keep changing with every new day. I am hardly bothered about them. And Maham...Jalal type ke mard na kabhie kisi ek ke nehi ho sakte. They are just...' here Maham cuts into.

'Ruqaiya aap jo keh rahi hai...kahin Jalal ne sun lia toh?' Maham asked mockingly.

'You like or not...but that's truth only.' here Ruqaiya paused for a second and then continued but this time with a frown, 'bas ek hi fikr hai...koyee Jalal ko fasa na le.'

'Yah fir koyee aisi NIGHT jo MORNING leke aye...' Maham played this with a wink. Her tease irked Ruqaiya to the core.

'I don't want to discuss this with you Maham. Aap bas shadi ki taiyari kijiye...Jalal ke laut tehi...we will finalize the wedding.' Finishing this Ruqaiya left the room, leaving a much amused Maham behind, 'as far as I know Jalal...he will never fulfill your THIS dream Ruqaiya...your wish of becoming Jalal's begum will never be successful...so get ready for a heartbreak my love.' Maham was simply delighted envisaging the shock Ruqaiya is going to get. But she was unaware of the SHOCK she herself is going to get...that too very soon.



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'Bhaiyaa ek football dijiye.' Jodha placed the order before shopkeeper. It was the bigger sports shop in Kolkata G.K.Sports. There's hardly any sport played on earth, they don't sell gear of. They have separate section for sports cars also. This flattering collection already caught Rico's attention the moment he placed foot in the shop. But he knew his mother can't afford one so he never exhibit his passion in front of her...though it could hardly manage to mask the truth from Jodha. She always felt helpless...helpless for not being able to fulfill her son's wish. Her economic condition was just not apt for it and she didn't like to ask for money from Ammijan for each and every reason. Hence, she had no other way but to let her son go through this.



'Madam ordinary football or BRAZUCA?' asked the shopkeeper. Jodha was to sports like Sachin Tendulkar to engineering...simply had no idea.

'No...no...we want a football.' told Jodha as she couldn't get what BRAZUCA stands for. But that irked Rico. He couldn't hide disappointment at his mother's ignorance. But what ruffled him more was the mocking smile on shopkeepers' face. Rico decided to check his mother, 'Mom!!! BRAZUCA is also football. It's the official ball of this World Cup.' Now this made Jodha hell embarrassed. But somehow she managed to came with a decent reply to the shopkeeper, 'oh sorry... actually I have no interest in sports stuff...that's why. Anyways how much for this BRAZUCA?' asked Jodha. Shopkeepers answer sucked the air out of Jodha for a second...her wide eyes became even wider. In short...She was hell shocked!!!

'Maam we have the original World Cup collections. One BRAZUCA will cost you only 70,000 bucks'. Jodha looked at the shopkeeper with wide eyes, 'WHAT!!! 70,000!!! That too for a football!!! Are you mad!!!' The man was trying to say something but Rico intervened to handle the situation, 'Uncle, aap ek football dijiye. Not BRAZUCA, a normal one.'

'Fine.' The shopkeeper asked his assistant to get a ball. With this the BRAZUCA bizarre came to an end.



Jodha was waiting at the counter to pay. In spite of standing in the queue, she was keeping an eye on her son who was strolling near the sports car window. After few minutes her turn came. She paid and turned o leave...'let's go Ri...' But Rico was not there where he was standing a moment ago. But that was nothing new for Jodha as she was used to such hide and seek with Rico...'ab kaha sports car mil gaya ise..' an annoyed Jodha started looking for his son.



It's been almost 10 minutes Jodha was searching her boy...she looked inside all shops in the row...checked the footpath and adjacent street...asked the street hawkers...did every possible thing to get to her son but every where the answer was ... 'NO'. With every passing second a new bunch of fears was flocking to her heart...dragging her senses to standstill. Her entire body was slowly becoming stiff with fear...fear to loose her only sahara...fear to loose her life...her everything...her son. Jodha ran from one shop to another...from one person to another...but nobody knew anything about a lil boy. As if he just vanished into the air. Circumstances attested to the fact but Jodha's heart was not yet ready to believe...Rico is lost.



Suddenly Jodha felt as if the earth around her is spinning...she felt a spine inside her head as well. Everything was suddenly turning black around her. She was about to fall but at the last moment she caught the handle of the door and somehow averted her fall. A surge of cry was storming its way upwards...but Jodha pressed her hand against her mouth and tried to delay her breaking down at least for time being...'how can I waste time in crying...i need to look for my boy...but where do I...' Jodha somehow controlled her burst out, but she couldn't do anything about her tears, as it flooded her face at its will.



'Ammijan...Ammijan ko call karti hoon' Jodha quickly took out her phone and dialed a number. But just then something struck her mind. 'hey kanha!!! Ammijan to hospital mein hain...unka to phone bhi bandh hoga.' This latest addition was like stab on her heart...it crushed her last hope. 'Ammijan ke ilawa main kisse baat karoon...kaise milega mera Rico.' Jodha never felt so helpless in her life...not knowing what to do...where to go...she was all lost. 'Mera bachha...' this time Jodha couldn't stop her surge...she broke into sobs.



All of a sudden Jodha's phone rang into life. She was too immersed in her pain to talk to anyone. Hence it kept ringing for some time then the call ended...but only for few seconds. After a short break the phone again started ringing. This time a thought came in Jodha's mind...may be somebody found Rico and he is trying to contact. Jodha quickly grabbed the phone and pressed for answer, without even looking at the screen which wasn't showing any number of caller rather it had a strange phrase written on it...PRIVATE NUMBER.



'Hello', a faint ray of hope could easily be sensed in Jodha's voice. But what she got in reply was enough to knock her senses out.

'Are you looking for Jalaluddin Mohammad's son?' This question of the caller drove shiver down Jodha. The truth she kept hidden for years...was suddenly OUT and PUBLIC. This shook Jodha to the core. How can a secret, secured within two people, go out like this? 'Nobody except me and Ammijan knows about this...how can somebody else...' Jodha couldn't imagine the possible reason behind this. But this sudden spilling cracked her heart with a fear, 'where is my son? What have you done to him? Agar tumne uske sath...' Jodha couldn't finish what she began as the caller interrupted.

'Humne uske sath kuch bhi nehi kiya hai...waise bhi he is a blank check to us, how can we even allow a scratch on him. But if we don't get what we want, I can't really guaranty anything.' With this the caller burst into laughter, making Jodha almost freeze with terror, 'why you doing this to my child? woh bachha hai...'

'aaj bachha hai...humesha nehi rahega. Kuch saal baad yehi jake baithega IMPERIAL ke takht pe. Fir wohi sab karega jo iska baap karta hai. Gande khoon ka ganda katra!!! Ab apne waris ke liye kuch toh kharcha karna parega Jalal ko.' With every word the caller uttered, Jodha could feel a painful grip squeezing her heart with more power...pushing her deeper into the ocean of agony. A throbbing pain was slowly engulfing her mind. But how can she let herself succumb at this point of time!!! It was just the beginning of a brand new battle she is destined to fight.



'You are mistaking. Ja...Jalaluddin Moh...' the caller didn't let Jodha complete what she commenced.

'Go and tell Jalal to arrange 500 crores...in cash...within 24 hours...to get his son back...warna be ready to receive him in pieces.' hurling this bomb on Jodha the kidnapper snapped the call, leaving a mother with almost nothing to hold on to. Final words of the unknown caller gave Jodha perhaps the hardest task of her life.



'Tell Jalal!!! how can I?...how can I talk to him...how can I return to the cauldron, I escaped years ago...getting back to him means offering myself to his lust...no way to escape...nowhere to go...' His face...his rage...his touch...his torment - every piece of THAT memory whizzed through Jodha...tearing her heart into pieces. Getting back to those was no less than embracing death for her. Well...that's not the only worry she had in mind.



'How can I tell him Rico is his son!!! Why would he believe me!!!...why would he...' numerous thoughts riddled Jodha's mind...what to do...what not to do...she was all lost. If that was not e

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MUMBAI------------ 'When Jalal's returning from Kolkata? Do you have any idea Maham?' Ruqaiya asked Mahamanga, who herself was much ruffled with the question.'I don't know...it never happened before that Jalal went to some official tour and stayed there for 2 more days...its very strange this time.' answered a lost Maham.'Yaa...that wasn't even an official tour. Just a charity program. It was all about a day. He was supposed to leave for Monaco the very next morning. But he cancelled his holiday to stay in Kolkata!!! Aisa kya hai wahan!!!' Ruqaiya almost gritted her teeth with last few words.'Have you called him?' inquired Maham.'I called hundred times Maham...but Jalal phone uthaye tab na...' Ruqaiya uttered with disgust. She was going to vent some more of her revulsion but suddenly something popped inside her mind. 'Maham kahi Jalal...' she couldn't complete the sentence as Maham intervened in the middle.'Kahi Jalal...kya Ruqaiya...kahi aap yeh toh nehi soch rahi ke Jalal kisise...' Maham deliberately left her sentence here to tease Ruqaiya.'Jalal and women...is topic pe toh ab wiki me page bhi ban chuka hai Maham. I know him since childhood. Women are like nights in his life...keep changing with every new day. I am hardly bothered about them. And Maham...Jalal type ke mard na kabhie kisi ek ke nehi ho sakte. They are just...' here Maham cuts into.'Ruqaiya aap jo keh rahi hai...kahin Jalal ne sun lia toh?' Maham asked mockingly.'You like or not...but that's truth only.' here Ruqaiya paused for a second and then continued but this time with a frown, 'bas ek hi fikr hai...koyee Jalal ko fasa na le.''Yah fir koyee aisi NIGHT jo MORNING leke aye...' Maham played this with a wink. Her tease irked Ruqaiya to the core.'I don't want to discuss this with you Maham. Aap bas shadi ki taiyari kijiye...Jalal ke laut tehi...we will finalize the wedding.' Finishing this Ruqaiya left the room, leaving a much amused Maham behind, 'as far as I know Jalal...he will never fulfill your THIS dream Ruqaiya...your wish of becoming Jalal's begum will never be successful...so get ready for a heartbreak my love.' Maham was simply delighted envisaging the shock Ruqaiya is going to get. But she was unaware of the SHOCK she herself is going to get...that too very soon. KOLKATA------------- 'Bhaiyaa ek football dijiye.' Jodha placed the order before shopkeeper. It was the bigger sports shop in Kolkata G.K.Sports. There's hardly any sport played on earth, they don't sell gear of. They have separate section for sports cars also. This flattering collection already caught Rico's attention the moment he placed foot in the shop. But he knew his mother can't afford one so he never exhibit his passion in front of her...though it could hardly manage to mask the truth from Jodha. She always felt helpless...helpless for not being able to fulfill her son's wish. Her economic condition was just not apt for it and she didn't like to ask for money from Ammijan for each and every reason. Hence, she had no other way but to let her son go through this. 'Madam ordinary football or BRAZUCA?' asked the shopkeeper. Jodha was to sports like Sachin Tendulkar to engineering...simply had no idea.'No...no...we want a football.' told Jodha as she couldn't get what BRAZUCA stands for. But that irked Rico. He couldn't hide disappointment at his mother's ignorance. But what ruffled him more was the mocking smile on shopkeepers' face. Rico decided to check his mother, 'Mom!!! BRAZUCA is also football. It's the official ball of this World Cup.' Now this made Jodha hell embarrassed. But somehow she managed to came with a decent reply to the shopkeeper, 'oh sorry... actually I have no interest in sports stuff...that's why. Anyways how much for this BRAZUCA?' asked Jodha. Shopkeepers answer sucked the air out of Jodha for a second...her wide eyes became even wider. In short...She was hell shocked!!!'Maam we have the original World Cup collections. One BRAZUCA will cost you only 70,000 bucks'. Jodha looked at the shopkeeper with wide eyes, 'WHAT!!! 70,000!!! That too for a football!!! Are you mad!!!' The man was trying to say something but Rico intervened to handle the situation, 'Uncle, aap ek football dijiye. Not BRAZUCA, a normal one.''Fine.' The shopkeeper asked his assistant to get a ball. With this the BRAZUCA bizarre came to an end. Jodha was waiting at the counter to pay. In spite of standing in the queue, she was keeping an eye on her son who was strolling near the sports car window. After few minutes her turn came. She paid and turned o leave...'let's go Ri...' But Rico was not there where he was standing a moment ago. But that was nothing new for Jodha as she was used to such hide and seek with Rico...'ab kaha sports car mil gaya ise..' an annoyed Jodha started looking for his son. It's been almost 10 minutes Jodha was searching her boy...she looked inside all shops in the row...checked the footpath and adjacent street...asked the street hawkers...did every possible thing to get to her son but every where the answer was ... 'NO'. With every passing second a new bunch of fears was flocking to her heart...dragging her senses to standstill. Her entire body was slowly becoming stiff with fear...fear to loose her only sahara...fear to loose her life...her everything...her son. Jodha ran from one shop to another...from one person to another...but nobody knew anything about a lil boy. As if he just vanished into the air. Circumstances attested to the fact but Jodha's heart was not yet ready to believe...Rico is lost. Suddenly Jodha felt as if the earth around her is spinning...she felt a spine inside her head as well. Everything was suddenly turning black around her. She was about to fall but at the last moment she caught the handle of the door and somehow averted her fall. A surge of cry was storming its way upwards...but Jodha pressed her hand against her mouth and tried to delay her breaking down at least for time being...'how can I waste time in crying...i need to look for my boy...but where do I...' Jodha somehow controlled her burst out, but she couldn't do anything about her tears, as it flooded her face at its will. 'Ammijan...Ammijan ko call karti hoon' Jodha quickly took out her phone and dialed a number. But just then something struck her mind. 'hey kanha!!! Ammijan to hospital mein hain...unka to phone bhi bandh hoga.' This latest addition was like stab on her heart...it crushed her last hope. 'Ammijan ke ilawa main kisse baat karoon...kaise milega mera Rico.' Jodha never felt so helpless in her life...not knowing what to do...where to go...she was all lost. 'Mera bachha...' this time Jodha couldn't stop her surge...she broke into sobs. Tiba di Jodha telepon berdering ke dalam kehidupan. Dia juga tenggelam dalam rasa sakit untuk berbicara dengan siapa pun. Maka itu terus terngiang untuk beberapa waktu kemudian panggilan berakhir... tapi hanya untuk beberapa detik. Setelah istirahat sejenak telepon lagi mulai berdering. Kali ini sebuah pemikiran masuk Jodha di pikiran... mungkin seseorang ditemukan Rico dan dia mencoba untuk menghubungi. Jodha cepat meraih telepon dan ditekan untuk jawaban, bahkan tanpa melihat layar yang tidak menampilkan jumlah pemanggil agak itu frase yang aneh yang tertulis di atasnya...PRIVATE NUMBER. 'Halo', pingsan secercah harapan dapat dengan mudah merasakan Jodha's suara. Tapi apa yang dia punya jawaban sudah cukup untuk melumpuhkan indranya.'Apakah Anda mencari anak Jalaluddin Mohammad?' Pertanyaan ini pemanggil melaju getaran Jodha. Kebenaran yang dia terus tersembunyi selama bertahun-tahun... itu tiba-tiba keluar dan publik. Hal ini mengguncang Jodha ke inti. Bagaimana rahasia, dijamin dalam dua orang, pergi seperti ini? 'Tak seorang pun kecuali saya dan Ammijan tahu tentang hal ini... Bagaimana bisa orang lain...' Jodha tidak bisa membayangkan kemungkinan alasan di balik ini. Tapi ini tiba-tiba menumpahkan retak hatinya dengan rasa takut, ' mana adalah anakku? Apa yang telah Anda lakukan dengannya? Agar tumne uske sath...' Jodha tidak bisa menyelesaikan apa yang ia mulai sebagai pemanggil menyela.' Humne uske sath Kaho bhi nehi kiya hai... waise bhi Dialah kosong memeriksa untuk kita, bagaimana dapat kita bahkan memungkinkan goresan padanya. Tetapi jika kita tidak mendapatkan apa yang kita inginkan, saya tidak bisa benar-benar garansi apa pun.' Dengan ini pemanggil terbahak-bahak, membuat Jodha hampir membeku dengan teror, ' mengapa Anda melakukan ini untuk anak saya? yang bachha hai...''aaj bachha hai...humesha nehi rahega. Kuch saal baad yehi jake baithega IMPERIAL ke takht pe. Fir wohi sab karega jo iska baap karta hai. Gande khoon ka ganda katra!!! Ab apne waris ke liye kuch toh kharcha karna parega Jalal ko.' With every word the caller uttered, Jodha could feel a painful grip squeezing her heart with more power...pushing her deeper into the ocean of agony. A throbbing pain was slowly engulfing her mind. But how can she let herself succumb at this point of time!!! It was just the beginning of a brand new battle she is destined to fight. 'You are mistaking. Ja...Jalaluddin Moh...' the caller didn't let Jodha complete what she commenced.'Go and tell Jalal to arrange 500 crores...in cash...within 24 hours...to get his son back...warna be ready to receive him in pieces.' hurling this bomb on Jodha the kidnapper snapped the call, leaving a mother with almost nothing to hold on to. Final words of the unknown caller gave Jodha perhaps the hardest task of her life. 'Tell Jalal!!! how can I?...how can I talk to him...how can I return to the cauldron, I escaped years ago...getting back to him means offering myself to his lust...no way to escape...nowhere to go...' His face...his rage...his touch...his torment - every piece of THAT memory whizzed through Jodha...tearing her heart into pieces. Getting back to those was no less than embracing death for her. Well...that's not the only worry she had in mind. 'How can I tell him Rico is his son!!! Why would he believe me!!!...why would he...' numerous thoughts riddled Jodha's mind...what to do...what not to do...she was all lost. If that was not e

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MUMBAI ------------ 'Ketika Jalal yang kembali dari Kolkata? Apakah Anda memiliki gagasan Maham? ' Ruqaiya tanya Mahamanga, yang dirinya telah banyak mengacak-acak dengan pertanyaan. "Saya tidak tahu ... itu tidak pernah terjadi sebelum itu Jalal pergi ke beberapa tur resmi dan tinggal di sana selama 2 hari lagi ... sangat aneh kali ini yang." menjawab hilang Maham. "Yaa ... itu bahkan tidak tur resmi. Hanya program amal. Itu semua tentang hari. Dia seharusnya berangkat ke Monaco pagi berikutnya. Tapi dia membatalkan liburannya untuk tinggal di Kolkata !!! Aisa kya hai wahan !!! ' Ruqaiya hampir mengertakkan gigi dengan beberapa kata-kata terakhir. "Apakah Anda meneleponnya?" tanya Maham. "Aku menelepon seratus kali Maham ... tapi tab uthaye ponsel Jalal na ... 'Ruqaiya diucapkan dengan jijik. Dia akan melampiaskan lagi muak, tapi tiba-tiba sesuatu muncul dalam pikirannya. 'Maham Kahi Jalal ... "dia tidak bisa menyelesaikan kalimat sebagai Maham campur tangan di tengah. "Kahi Jalal ... kya Ruqaiya ... Kahi aap yeh toh Nehi Soch rahi to Jalal kisise ... 'Maham sengaja meninggalkan hukumannya di sini untuk menggoda Ruqaiya. "Jalal dan wanita ... adalah topik pe toh ab wiki saya halaman larangan bhi chuka hai Maham. Aku kenal dia sejak kecil. Wanita seperti malam dalam hidupnya ... terus berubah dengan setiap hari baru. Saya tidak peduli tentang mereka. Dan Maham ... Jalal jenis to mard na Kabhie kisi ek to Nehi ho sakte. Mereka hanya ... 'di sini Maham memotong ke dalam. "Ruqaiya aap jo keh rahi hai ... Kahin Jalal ne matahari lia toh?" Tanya Maham mengejek. "Kau suka atau tidak ... tapi itu benar saja." di sini Ruqaiya berhenti sejenak dan kemudian melanjutkan tapi kali ini dengan cemberut, "bas ek hi fikr hai ... koyee Jalal ko fasa na le." "Yah cemara koyee aisi MALAM jo PAGI Leke aye ... 'Maham bermain ini dengan mengedipkan mata. Menggoda dia kesal Ruqaiya ke inti. "Saya tidak ingin membicarakan hal ini dengan Anda Maham. Aap bas shadi ki taiyari kijiye ... Jalal to laut tehi ... kita akan menyelesaikan pernikahan. " Finishing Ruqaiya ini meninggalkan ruangan, meninggalkan Maham banyak geli di belakang, "sejauh yang saya tahu Jalal ... ia tidak akan memenuhi impian Anda INI Ruqaiya ... keinginan Anda menjadi begum Jalal tidak pernah akan berhasil ... sehingga mendapatkan siap untuk patah hati cinta saya. " Maham hanya senang envisaging shock Ruqaiya akan mendapatkan. Tapi dia tidak menyadari SHOCK dia sendiri akan mendapatkan ... itu juga segera. KOLKATA ------------- 'Bhaiyaa ek sepakbola dijiye. " Jodha ditempatkan urutan sebelum penjaga toko. Itu toko olahraga besar di Kolkata GKSports. Ada hampir tidak ada olahraga yang dimainkan di bumi, mereka tidak menjual gear. Mereka memiliki bagian terpisah untuk mobil sport juga. Koleksi menyanjung ini sudah menarik perhatian Rico saat ia meletakkan kaki di toko. Tapi dia tahu ibunya tidak mampu satu sehingga ia tidak pernah menunjukkan kecintaannya di depannya ... meskipun tidak bisa mengelola untuk menutupi kebenaran dari Jodha. Dia selalu merasa tak berdaya ... tak berdaya karena tidak mampu memenuhi keinginan anaknya. Kondisi ekonominya tidak hanya tepat untuk itu dan dia tidak ingin meminta uang dari Ammijan untuk setiap alasan. Oleh karena itu, ia tidak punya cara lain selain membiarkan anaknya pergi melalui ini. "Nyonya sepakbola biasa atau BRAZUCA?" tanya penjaga toko. Jodha adalah olahraga seperti Sachin Tendulkar rekayasa ... hanya tidak tahu. "Tidak ... tidak ... kami ingin sepak bola." mengatakan Jodha karena dia tidak bisa mendapatkan apa yang BRAZUCA singkatan. Tapi itu kesal Rico. Ia tidak bisa menyembunyikan kekecewaannya pada kebodohan ibunya. Tapi apa yang mengacak-acak dia lebih adalah senyum mengejek di wajah pemilik toko '. Rico memutuskan untuk memeriksa ibunya, 'Mom !!! BRAZUCA juga sepak bola. Ini bola resmi Piala Dunia ini. " Sekarang ini membuat Jodha neraka malu. Tapi entah bagaimana dia berhasil datang dengan jawaban yang layak untuk pemilik toko, 'oh maaf ... sebenarnya aku tidak tertarik pada hal-hal olahraga ... itu sebabnya. Anyways berapa banyak untuk BRAZUCA ini? " tanya Jodha. Penjaga toko jawaban mengisap udara keluar dari Jodha untuk kedua ... matanya yang lebar menjadi lebih lebar. Singkatnya ... Dia sih kaget !!! "Maam kita memiliki koleksi Piala Dunia asli. Satu BRAZUCA akan dikenakan biaya hanya 70.000 dolar '. Jodha menatap penjaga toko dengan mata lebar, "APA !!! 70.000 !!! Itu juga untuk sepak bola !!! Apakah kamu marah !!! ' Pria itu berusaha mengatakan sesuatu tapi Rico intervensi untuk menangani situasi, "Paman, dijiye aap ek sepakbola. Tidak BRAZUCA, yang normal. " "Baik." Pemilik toko meminta asistennya untuk mendapatkan bola. Dengan ini BRAZUCA aneh berakhir. Jodha sedang menunggu di meja untuk membayar. Meskipun berdiri dalam antrian, ia mengawasi anaknya yang sedang berjalan-jalan di dekat jendela mobil sport. Setelah beberapa menit gilirannya datang. Dia dibayar dan berbalik o cuti ... 'mari kita pergi Ri ... "Tapi Rico tidak ada tempatnya berdiri beberapa saat yang lalu. Tapi itu bukan hal baru bagi Jodha saat ia digunakan untuk menyembunyikan tersebut dan mencari dengan Rico ... 'ab olahraga kaha mil mobil gaya ise ..' an Jodha kesal mulai mencari anaknya. Sudah hampir 10 menit Jodha sedang mencari nya boy ... dia melihat ke dalam semua toko-toko di baris ... memeriksa jalan setapak dan jalan yang berdekatan ... meminta pedagang kaki lima ... melakukan segala sesuatu yang mungkin untuk mendapatkan anaknya tapi setiap tempat jawabannya adalah ... " TAK ADA '. Dengan setiap hitungan detik sekelompok baru ketakutan yang berbondong-bondong ke hatinya ... menyeret indranya macet. Seluruh tubuhnya perlahan-lahan menjadi kaku ketakutan ... takut kehilangan dia hanya sahara ... takut kehilangan hidupnya ... segalanya ... anaknya. Jodha berlari dari satu toko ke yang lain ... dari satu orang ke orang lain ... tapi tidak ada yang tahu apa-apa tentang seorang anak lil. Seolah-olah dia hanya menghilang ke udara. Keadaan dibuktikan dengan fakta tetapi hati Jodha itu belum siap untuk percaya ... Rico hilang. Tiba-tiba Jodha merasa seolah-olah bumi di sekelilingnya berputar ... dia merasakan tulang di dalam kepalanya juga. Semuanya tiba-tiba berubah hitam di sekelilingnya. Dia akan jatuh tapi pada saat terakhir ia menangkap gagang pintu dan entah bagaimana mengalihkan dia jatuh. Gelombang menangis menyerbu jalan ke atas ... tapi Jodha menekan tangannya melawan mulutnya dan mencoba untuk menunda nya mogok setidaknya untuk saat ini ... 'bagaimana saya bisa membuang-buang waktu dalam menangis ... i perlu melihat untuk anak saya ... tapi di mana saya ... 'Jodha entah bagaimana dikendalikan nya meledak, tapi dia tidak bisa berbuat apa-apa air matanya, karena banjir wajahnya di kehendaknya. "Ammijan ... Ammijan ko sebut karti hoon 'Jodha cepat mengeluarkan telepon dan memutar sebuah nomor. Tapi kemudian sesuatu melanda pikirannya. 'Hey kanha !!! Ammijan ke rumah sakit mein hain ... unka untuk telepon bhi bandh Hoga. " Tambahan terbaru ini seperti tusukan di hatinya ... itu hancur harapan terakhirnya. 'Ammijan to Ilawa utama kisse baat Karoon ... Kaise Milega mera Rico. " Jodha pernah merasa begitu tak berdaya dalam hidupnya ... tidak tahu apa yang harus dilakukan ... ke mana harus pergi ... dia semua hilang. 'Mera bachha ...' kali ini Jodha tidak bisa berhenti gelombang nya ... dia kembali terisak. Semua telepon Jodha tiba-tiba berdering ke dalam hidup. Dia terlalu tenggelam dalam rasa sakitnya untuk berbicara dengan siapa pun. Oleh karena itu terus berdering untuk beberapa waktu kemudian panggilan berakhir ... tapi hanya untuk beberapa detik. Setelah istirahat sejenak telepon lagi mulai berdering. Kali ini sebuah pemikiran muncul dalam pikiran Jodha ini ... mungkin seseorang menemukan Rico dan ia mencoba untuk menghubungi. Jodha cepat meraih telepon dan menekan untuk jawaban, bahkan tanpa melihat layar yang tidak menunjukkan sejumlah pemanggil melainkan telah frase yang aneh tertulis di atasnya ... NOMOR SWASTA. 'Hello', sinar samar harapan bisa mudah merasakan suara Jodha itu. Tapi apa yang dia punya di balasan sudah cukup untuk mengalahkan akal sehatnya keluar. "Apakah Anda mencari anak Jalaluddin Muhammad?" Ini pertanyaan pemanggil melaju menggigil bawah Jodha. Kebenaran dia terus tersembunyi selama bertahun-tahun ... tiba-tiba OUT dan PUBLIK. Hal ini mengguncang Jodha ke inti. Bagaimana bisa sebuah rahasia, dijamin dalam waktu dua orang, pergi seperti ini? "Tak seorang pun kecuali aku dan Ammijan tahu tentang hal ini ... bagaimana bisa orang lain ... 'Jodha tidak bisa membayangkan kemungkinan alasan di balik ini. Tapi tiba-tiba menumpahkan ini retak hatinya dengan rasa takut, 'di mana anak saya? Apa yang telah Anda lakukan padanya? Agar tumne uske sath ... 'Jodha tidak bisa menyelesaikan apa yang ia mulai sebagai pemanggil terganggu. "Humne uske sath kuch bhi Nehi kiya hai ... waise bhi dia cek kosong kepada kami, bagaimana kita bisa bahkan memungkinkan goresan pada dirinya. Tetapi jika kita tidak mendapatkan apa yang kita inginkan, aku tidak bisa benar-benar jaminan apa-apa. " Dengan pemanggil tertawa, membuat Jodha hampir membeku dengan teror, 'mengapa Anda melakukan ini untuk anak saya? woh bachha hai ... ' 'aaj bachha hai ... humesha Nehi rahega. Kuch saal baad Yehi jake baithega IMPERIAL to takht pe. Fir wohi sab karega jo Iska baap karta hai. Gande Khoon ka ganda katra !!! Ab apne waris ke liye kuch toh kharcha karna parega Jalal ko. " Dengan setiap kata pemanggil diucapkan, Jodha bisa merasakan pegangan menyakitkan meremas hatinya dengan kekuatan yang lebih ... mendorongnya lebih dalam lautan penderitaan. Sebuah cekot perlahan-lahan melanda pikirannya. Tapi bagaimana dia bisa membiarkan dirinya menyerah pada titik waktu ini !!! Itu hanya awal pertempuran baru dia ditakdirkan untuk melawan. "Anda mengira. Ja ... Jalaluddin Moh ... 'pemanggil tidak membiarkan Jodha menyelesaikan apa yang dia mulai. "Pergi dan katakan Jalal untuk mengatur 500 crores ... tunai ... dalam waktu 24 jam ... untuk mendapatkan anaknya kembali ... warna siap untuk menerima dia di potong. " melemparkan bom ini pada Jodha penculik bentak panggilan, meninggalkan ibu dengan hampir tidak ada untuk berpegang pada. Akhir kata dari penelepon tak dikenal memberi Jodha mungkin tugas yang paling sulit dalam hidupnya. "Katakan Jalal !!! bagaimana saya bisa? ... bagaimana saya bisa berbicara dengannya ... bagaimana saya bisa kembali ke kuali, aku melarikan diri tahun lalu ... mendapatkan kembali kepadanya berarti menawarkan diri untuk nafsu ... tidak ada cara untuk melarikan diri .. .nowhere untuk pergi ... "Wajahnya ... kemarahannya ... sentuhannya ... siksaan-Nya - setiap bagian dari memori YANG melesat melalui Jodha ... merobek hatinya menjadi potongan-potongan. Mendapatkan kembali ke orang-orang itu tidak kurang dari memeluk kematian baginya. Nah ... itu bukan satu-satunya khawatir dia ada dalam pikiran. "Bagaimana saya bisa katakan padanya Rico adalah anaknya !!! Mengapa ia percaya !!! ... kenapa dia akan ... 'banyak pikiran pikiran dilubangi Jodha itu ... apa yang harus dilakukan ... apa yang tidak boleh dilakukan ... dia semua hilang. Jika itu tidak e