Within few minutes it turned out to

Within few minutes it turned out to be an easy go for Jalal. No protest...no barrier. She was all his. He ruled her at his will. He did everything he dreamed of doing to her...loved her...crushed her...possessed her. There was not a single point on her body his fingers didn't touch. He poured in all his desire on her. Fulfilled every wish he was nurturing in him since he saw her.



She could feel his presence all over her body...even inside her. She felt a terrible pain when he entered her for first time...but that was nothing compared to the pain she felt in her heart. It was the pain of losing everything...losing the most precious thing in a woman's life. It was the pain of losing her soul... Throughout the night she didn't utter a single word...only silent tears relentlessly flooded her eyes to mourn the grief.



Few hours later...



Jalal has been with many girls before...in other words his nights were never lonely...but there was something special about this one. Rather there was something strange about his desire for Jodha. It's been hours he is with her...didn't even leave her for a single moment...still feeling thirsty...still feeling the crave to have her all over again. Jalal himself was a bit scared about this trait of him. He never imagined...not even in wildest dream that he could have so much desire for any woman...He never imagined someone could have so much influence on him that her single No or single Yes will change the course of his action. His ethics, his policies don't really matter anymore...he had lost himself to her...irrevocably.



Jalal was lying beside Jodha... wrapping her in his arm...adoring her like a precious chalice. His world was never so complete...never so peaceful. His gaze fixed on her face...presently which was soaked in tears and unexpressed pain. She was broken in every possible way. Jalal was aware of her condition. He knew what she had to went through. How she might be feeling then. But he was confident...his love and care will wash this and every other pain away from Jodha's life. He will win her someday...will give her everything she deserves...everything Mrs. Jalaluddin Mohammad is worth of.



Jalal was caressing Jodha's arm, trying to sooth her. But his caring touch was stabbing Jodha like hell. It was bruising her already sore soul. She was lying like a lifeless body on bed. No movement, no reaction. Whatever he was doing or whatever he was saying was hardly making it to her ears. She just wanted this to come to an end. For the first time in her life Jodha regretted being a woman.



Few more hours later...



Jalal lifted his gaze to look at the watch. It was 3'o clock in night...still few hours to morning. Jalal had a very important appointment next day. He was supposed to reach Delhi before noon. But he wasn't feeling like leaving...he didn't want to leave Jodha in that condition. He wanted to be there with her...by her side...make her realize its SHE only, he cares about. He wanted to spend the whole day taking her in his arms...loving her...fondling her. How can he go away from her right now!!!



Some more minutes to this thought and Jalal was decided. He wasn't going to Delhi. But he needed to communicate this to Abdul. Jalal slowly moved out of the bed and picked up the phone. He dialed Abdul, who was in deep sleep. Jalal's ring snapped Abdul's dream and pushed him out of his slumber, 'Jalal!!! What are you doing in the middle of night?'

'Sorry yaar...for spoiling your sleep. Actually need to tell you something. I am not coming to Delhi tomorrow. You just take of the meeting. Ok?' with this Jalal waited for Abdul's confirmation. But he didn't get what he expected.

'But Jalal...your presence in mandatory there. IMPERIAL is going to sign the contract...how can it be possible without you!!! You will have to come...buddy.' Abdul replied, making things more difficult for Jalal.

'Is it possible to postpone the meeting somehow?' asked a bewildered Jalal.

'How can we Jalal?...Delegates have already arrived. Aise last minute me meeting cancel karna...you know it will go against our reputation...I hope you can understand?' Abdul tried to put his logics forward but suddenly something struck his mind. 'Jalal are you ok? Kuch hua hai kya?'

'No...no...nothing...nothing really...I...I was just not feeling like...anyway...agar aisa hai toh...thik hai...I will come.' Finishing the line Jalal quickly snapped the call, before his absent mind let out any more information to his friend.



Now that was a really tough call for Jalal. He had to leave Jodha like this...he had to. This made Jalal thoroughly disappointed. He knew how much important it was for him to stay here. Be with her. A dejected Jalal got on the bed...he crawled back to Jodha. She was laying still...eyes closed...only flow of tears was a testimonial to the fact that she was alive. Jalal leaned on her. He took her hand in his and pressed it against his lips. 'Don't cry love...I can't see you like this...I know am a bad...selfish...evil guy. But gimme a chance...I will prove myself to be the best husband in the world.' Jalal kissed Jodha on her cheek. He took her hand to his heart. 'I need to leave for Delhi...in the morning. Ek important kaam hai...but will try to get back by evening. Till then you take rest here. Servants are here for your service. But you can always call me...if you feel like. Tomorrow we will leave for Mumbai to take my queen to my palace.' Jalal completed this with a winning smirk and he pressed his lips on her's.



That night Jalal had already made love to her twice. But he was still aching for more...looking at her condition he initially pushed that thought aside. But again the feel of her soft, delicate lips against his, drove an uncontrollable desire through him. His thought about staying away from her for hours...added an extra flame to it. Jalal let himself sink to her aroma again. He slid his arm beneath her waist and pulled her to him...almost making her fuse to him. He explored her mouth...cuddled her softness...nibbled her smoothness...he loved each and every part of her body...adored her each and every curve. He claimed her...again and again.



His love...his torment...Jodha was hardly feeling anything...for her everything got over when he first violated her modesty. She lost everything with the loss of her dignity...now she was nothing but a corpse without soul. Even the pain his teeth was giving her, were not making it to her nerves. She even lost the power to feel what was happening to her...lost the power to feel altogether...was it love, lust or something else that he was showering on her. She was just waiting for it all to be over. This long wait and too much exhaustion pushed Jodha into slumber.



Jalal was lying, holding Jodha close to his heart...her head on his bare chest. He was hugging her with both his arms...he was just like the kid who thinks...if he leaves his toy even in sleep, somebody will take it away. He could feel the clock ticking its way towards morning but his heart was still not ready to leave her. If he could have made the night freeze there...he would have. But even Jalaluddin Mohammad couldn't do that. Hence he was relishing the present moments he has with her. Jalal was caressing her back...touching her bare skin with his fingers...feeling her bare delicate figure against his body. This was a pleasure Jalal never felt before. He was happy...Damn happy. He was happy because finally he had her...because from now on ...he could call her HIS...because from now on his nights will end with her and his mornings will begin with her. SHE was his world.



Jalal looked at the clock. It was 5 o'clock in the morning. He had to get ready now, if he wanted to reach Delhi in time. Leaving a deep sigh Jalal turned his gaze towards Jodha. She was looking like an angel in sleep. 'God!!! How much am gonna miss this sight!!!' Jalal inhaled a mind full of her...he would cherish this until he meet her again. He slowly laid her on the bed...carefully adjusted her head on the pillow. Jalal's gaze shifted to the marks of tears on her cheeks...he felt a stinging pain in his heart. It was he...who was responsible for all this. It was he...who let so much pain come down on her. He kissed the tear-mark. He wished he could have the power to suck every drop of pain from her body. Jalal let his lips linger over there for some time...then he touched her lips with his. He savored the warmth of her rosy petals. It tasted like nectar...he again felt himself falling for her. But this time Jalal withdrew before it could take him to a point, he cannot return from. HE HAD TO GO.



Jalal slowly withdrew himself from her...he pulled the quilt and covered her fully. Finally he came out of the bed and pushed his reluctant body towards the washroom.



15 minutes later...



Jalal slipped into his off grey tuxedo...checked the brown tie for last time. It was perfect. He turned to the bed. She was sleeping. Jalal walked up to her...checked the quilt if it was properly covering her or not...mornings in rainy Simla are chilling. He ran his fingers through her hair...she shifted in sleep. Jalal placed a good bye kiss on her forehead and turned to leave. Before closing the door behind, Jalal stared at her for the last time...hoping to get back to her within few hours. Only if he could have known...that was the last time he would see her in years...

Hasil (Bahasa Indonesia) 2:

Dalam beberapa menit ternyata menjadi mudah pergi untuk Jalal. Protes Tidak ... tidak ada penghalang. Dia adalah semua nya. Ia memerintah dia di kehendaknya. Dia melakukan semua yang dia bermimpi melakukan padanya ... mencintainya ... hancur ... dia memiliki dia. Tidak ada satu titik di tubuhnya jari-jarinya tidak menyentuh. Dia dituangkan dalam semua keinginannya pada dirinya. Memenuhi setiap keinginan dia memelihara dalam dirinya sejak ia melihatnya. Dia bisa merasakan kehadirannya di seluruh tubuhnya ... bahkan di dalam dirinya. Dia merasakan sakit yang mengerikan ketika ia memasuki dirinya untuk pertama kalinya ... tapi itu tidak seberapa dibandingkan dengan rasa sakit dia merasa dalam hatinya. Itu rasa sakit kehilangan segalanya ... kehilangan hal yang paling berharga dalam kehidupan seorang wanita. Itu rasa sakit kehilangan jiwanya ... Sepanjang malam dia tidak mengucapkan sepatah kata pun ... air mata hanya diam tanpa henti membanjiri matanya meratapi kesedihan. Beberapa jam kemudian ... Jalal telah dengan banyak gadis sebelum ... dengan kata lain malam itu tidak pernah sepi ... tapi ada sesuatu yang khusus tentang yang satu ini. Sebaliknya ada yang aneh tentang keinginannya untuk Jodha. Sudah jam dia dengan dia ... bahkan tidak meninggalkan dia untuk satu saat ... masih merasa haus ... masih merasa mendambakan untuk memiliki dia lagi. Jalal sendiri agak takut tentang sifat ini dia. Dia tidak pernah membayangkan ... bahkan tidak dalam mimpi terliar bahwa ia bisa memiliki begitu banyak keinginan bagi seorang wanita ... Dia tidak pernah membayangkan seseorang bisa memiliki begitu banyak pengaruh pada dia bahwa dia ada tunggal atau tunggal Ya akan mengubah arah tindakannya. Etikanya, kebijakannya tidak terlalu penting lagi ... ia telah kehilangan dirinya padanya ... tidak dapat ditarik kembali. Jalal berbaring di samping Jodha ... membungkus dirinya di lengannya ... memuja dia seperti piala yang berharga. Dunianya tidak pernah begitu lengkap ... tidak pernah begitu damai. Tatapannya terpaku pada wajahnya ... saat yang direndam dalam air mata dan rasa sakit terpendam. Dia rusak dalam setiap cara yang mungkin. Jalal menyadari kondisinya. Dia tahu apa yang dia harus pergi melalui. Bagaimana dia mungkin merasa itu. Tapi dia yakin ... cinta dan perawatan nya akan mencuci ini dan setiap rasa sakit lain yang jauh dari kehidupan Jodha itu. Dia akan menang dia suatu hari nanti ... akan memberinya segala sesuatu yang dia layak ... semuanya Mrs Jalaluddin Mohammad bernilai dari. Jalal membelai lengan Jodha, mencoba menenangkan dirinya. Tapi sentuhan peduli nya menusuk Jodha seperti neraka. Itu memar jiwa sudah sakit-nya. Dia berbaring seperti tubuh tak bernyawa di tempat tidur. Tidak ada gerakan, tidak ada reaksi. Apa pun yang dilakukannya atau apa pun yang dikatakannya itu tidak membuat ke telinganya. Dia hanya ingin ini berakhir. Untuk pertama kali dalam hidupnya Jodha menyesal menjadi seorang wanita. Beberapa jam lagi nanti ... Jalal mengangkat tatapannya untuk melihat jam tangan. Itu 3'o jam di malam hari ... masih beberapa jam untuk pagi. Jalal punya janji yang sangat penting hari berikutnya. Dia seharusnya mencapai Delhi sebelum tengah hari. Tapi dia tidak merasa seperti meninggalkan ... dia tidak ingin meninggalkan Jodha dalam kondisi itu. Dia ingin berada di sana dengan dia ... sisinya ... membuat dia menyadari yang SHE saja, dia peduli tentang. Dia ingin menghabiskan sepanjang hari membawanya dalam pelukannya ... mencintainya ... cumbuan nya. Bagaimana dia bisa pergi dari dia sekarang !!! Beberapa menit untuk pikiran ini dan Jalal diputuskan. Dia tidak akan Delhi. Tapi dia harus mengkomunikasikan hal ini ke Abdul. Jalal perlahan pindah dari tempat tidur dan mengangkat telepon. Dia dipanggil Abdul, yang berada di tidur nyenyak. Cincin Jalal tersentak mimpi Abdul dan mendorongnya keluar dari tidurnya, "Jalal !!! Apa yang kau lakukan di tengah malam? " "Maaf yaar ... untuk memanjakan tidur Anda. Sebenarnya perlu memberitahu Anda sesuatu. Saya tidak datang ke Delhi besok. Anda hanya mengambil dari pertemuan tersebut. Oke? ' dengan ini Jalal menunggu konfirmasi Abdul. Tapi dia tidak mendapatkan apa yang ia harapkan. "Tapi Jalal ... kehadiran Anda di sana wajib. IMPERIAL akan menandatangani kontrak ... bagaimana bisa terjadi tanpa Anda !!! Anda harus datang ... sobat. " Abdul menjawab, membuat hal-hal yang lebih sulit bagi Jalal. "Apakah mungkin untuk menunda pertemuan entah bagaimana?" meminta Jalal bingung. "Bagaimana bisa kita Jalal? ... Delegasi telah tiba. Aise menit terakhir saya bertemu membatalkan karna ... kau tahu itu akan melawan reputasi kami ... Saya harap Anda bisa mengerti? " Abdul mencoba untuk menempatkan logika ke depan tapi tiba-tiba ada sesuatu melanda pikirannya. 'Jalal yang Anda ok? Kuch hua hai kya? ' 'Tidak ... tidak ... tidak ... tidak benar-benar ... Aku ... aku hanya tidak merasa seperti ... anyway ... agar aisa hai toh ... thik hai ... aku akan datang. ' Finishing garis Jalal cepat tersentak panggilan, sebelum pikiran absen nya mengeluarkan informasi lebih lanjut kepada temannya. Nah, itu panggilan benar-benar sulit untuk Jalal. Dia harus meninggalkan Jodha seperti ini ... ia harus. Hal ini membuat Jalal benar-benar kecewa. Dia tahu betapa pentingnya bagi dia untuk tinggal di sini. Bersamanya. Sebuah Jalal sedih mendapat di tempat tidur ... ia merangkak kembali ke Jodha. Dia berbaring masih ... mata tertutup ... hanya aliran air mata adalah testimonial fakta bahwa dia masih hidup. Jalal bersandar pada dirinya. Dia mengambil tangannya di dan menekannya bibirnya. "Jangan menangis cinta ... Aku tidak bisa melihat seperti ini ... Saya tahu seorang yang buruk ... egois ... jahat pria. Tapi beri aku kesempatan ... aku akan membuktikan diri untuk menjadi suami terbaik di dunia. " Jalal mencium Jodha di pipinya. Dia mengambil tangannya untuk hatinya. "Aku harus berangkat ke Delhi ... di pagi hari. Ek Kaam penting hai ... tapi akan mencoba untuk mendapatkan kembali oleh malam. Sampai kemudian Anda mengambil beristirahat di sini. Pegawai di sini untuk layanan Anda. Tapi Anda selalu dapat menghubungi saya ... jika Anda merasa seperti. Besok kami akan berangkat ke Mumbai untuk mengambil ratu saya ke istanaku. " Jalal menyelesaikan ini dengan seringai kemenangan dan ia menekan bibirnya pada nya. Malam itu Jalal sudah bercinta dengannya dua kali. Tapi dia masih sakit selama lebih ... melihat kondisinya dia awalnya mendorong pikiran itu ke samping. Tapi sekali lagi merasakan, bibir lembut halus melawan nya, melaju keinginan tak terkendali melalui dia. Pemikirannya tentang tinggal jauh dari dia selama berjam-jam ... menambahkan api tambahan untuk itu. Jalal membiarkan dirinya tenggelam ke aroma lagi. Dia meluncur lengannya di bawah pinggang dan menariknya kepadanya ... hampir membuat sekering padanya. Ia menjelajahi mulutnya ... balutan kelembutan nya ... menggigiti kelancaran nya ... dia mencintai setiap bagian dari tubuhnya ... memujanya setiap kurva. Dia mengklaim dirinya ... lagi dan lagi. kasih-Nya ... siksaan-Nya ... Jodha hampir tidak merasakan apa-apa ... untuk segalanya punya lebih ketika ia pertama kali melanggar kesopanan nya. Dia kehilangan segalanya dengan hilangnya martabatnya ... sekarang dia hanyalah mayat tanpa jiwa. Bahkan rasa sakit giginya itu memberinya, tidak membuat ke sarafnya. Dia bahkan kehilangan kekuatan untuk merasakan apa yang terjadi padanya ... kehilangan kekuatan untuk merasa sama sekali ... apakah itu cinta, nafsu atau sesuatu yang lain bahwa ia mandi pada dirinya. Dia hanya menunggu untuk itu semua akan berakhir. Ini menunggu lama dan terlalu banyak kelelahan mendorong Jodha dalam tidur. Jalal berbaring, memegang Jodha dekat dengan hatinya ... kepalanya di dada telanjang. Dia memeluknya dengan kedua lengannya ... ia seperti anak yang berpikir ... jika dia meninggalkan mainannya bahkan dalam tidur, seseorang akan mengambilnya. Ia bisa merasakan detak jam jalan menuju pagi tapi hatinya masih belum siap untuk meninggalkan dia. Jika dia bisa membuat malam beku di sana ... dia akan memiliki. Tetapi bahkan Jalaluddin Mohammad tidak bisa melakukan itu. Oleh karena itu dia senang saat-saat ini ia memiliki dengan dia. Jalal membelai punggungnya ... menyentuh kulit telanjang dengan jari-jarinya ... merasa sosok halus telanjang terhadap tubuhnya. Ini adalah kesenangan Jalal pernah dirasakan sebelumnya. Dia senang ... Sial bahagia. Ia senang karena akhirnya dia memiliki dia ... karena mulai sekarang ... dia bisa meneleponnya HIS ... karena mulai sekarang malam itu akan berakhir dengan dia dan pagi itu akan dimulai dengan dia. SHE adalah dunianya. Jalal melihat jam. Saat itu pukul 5 pagi. Dia harus bersiap-siap sekarang, jika ia ingin mencapai Delhi pada waktunya. Meninggalkan napas dalam-dalam Jalal mengalihkan pandangannya ke arah Jodha. Dia tampak seperti malaikat dalam tidur. 'Tuhan !!! Berapa banyak saya akan merindukan pemandangan ini !!! ' Jalal dihirup pikiran penuh dia ... dia akan menghargai ini sampai ia bertemu lagi. Dia perlahan-lahan membaringkannya di tempat tidur ... hati-hati disesuaikan kepalanya di atas bantal. Tatapan Jalal bergeser ke bekas air mata di pipinya ... dia merasa sakit menyengat di dalam hatinya. Itu dia ... yang bertanggung jawab atas semua ini. Itu dia ... yang membiarkan begitu banyak rasa sakit turun pada dirinya. Dia mencium air mata-tanda. Dia berharap dia bisa memiliki kekuatan untuk menghisap setiap tetes sakit dari tubuhnya. Jalal membiarkan bibirnya berlama-lama di sana untuk beberapa waktu ... kemudian ia menyentuh bibirnya dengan nya. Dia menikmati kehangatan kelopak merah nya. Itu terasa seperti nektar ... ia kembali merasa dirinya jatuh untuknya. Tapi kali ini Jalal diri sebelum bisa membawanya ke titik, dia tidak bisa kembali dari. DIA HARUS PERGI. Jalal perlahan menarik diri dari dia ... dia menarik selimut dan menutupi dirinya sepenuhnya. Akhirnya ia keluar dari tempat tidur dan mendorong tubuh enggan ke arah kamar kecil. 15 menit kemudian ... Jalal menyelinap ke tuxedo abu-abu off ... memeriksa dasi coklat untuk yang terakhir kalinya. Itu sempurna. Dia berbalik ke tempat tidur. Dia sedang tidur. Jalal mendekatinya ... memeriksa selimut jika itu benar menutupi atau tidak ... pagi di Simla hujan yang dingin. Dia mengusap rambutnya ... dia bergeser dalam tidur. Jalal menempatkan bye ciuman yang baik di dahinya dan berbalik untuk pergi. Sebelum menutup pintu belakang, Jalal menatapnya untuk terakhir kalinya ... berharap untuk kembali padanya dalam beberapa jam. Hanya jika dia bisa tahu ... itu terakhir kalinya ia akan melihat dia dalam beberapa tahun ...