Akdha OS | Mukammal Dastaan

Tere bagair ek din bhi hai saal mera...

Paloon tujhe ab yehi hai chah mera...

Mohabbat ki rah me chale to the anjane me...

Magar is dastan ko mukammal kardoon, ab yehi hai khwab mera...

Jalal dragged his feet towards the little shabby hut...few meters away...it bears the signs of all roughness that it went through...from weather to more earthly ones...almost loosing its shape in many places. He can only hope...the one living inside did not have to go through that much. He hoped her heart is less bruised...less bleed.

With every step forward Jalal was feeling his legs to be heavier...as if someone has chained him to earth. His eyes were hurting due to non stop crying...his body was aching due to continuous waking. Still he poured in all his power to make it to his destination...his LOVE.

She cried...she begged...she did everything she could possibly do to convince Jalal of her innocence...of her dignity. But he was blind...blind with what he saw...blind with what he heard. He failed to see the truth behind these orchestrated occurrences. He failed. He mistook her LOVE to be her betrayal...her innocence to be her mask. He hurt her...pushed her...threw her out of his life...without knowing...he is throwing his happiness out of his life... throwing his LOVE out of his life. When he faced the truth, it was all over...she was gone...long gone. Jalal was left with nothing but a dead soul, as she had taken his life with her. She also took away the heart she made him realize he had.

  

Jalal never knew how to live without a life...hence he went out to bring his life back to his soul...to bring his Jodha back to his world. He left no stone unturned to get to his Jodha Begum...after a long lasting battles with all odds for several days, finally he found her. He found the ashram...he found the hut...but yet to find his LOVE.

Jalal reached the door of the hut. It was made by stitching leaves together...ragged in many places...the door had many holes on it. Initially hesitant Jalal finally places an eye in front of a hole. He could see a figure moving inside the hut. He knew who it was...he could sense her presence, her fragrance even from this distance. Jalal felt an immense urge to run to her and hug her tightly...kiss her pain away...but he was scared...damm scared.

Jalal didn't know whether Jodha will forgive him or not...whether she will accept him or not. She may shout at him...accuse him...burst out in front of him...even can tell him to go back. Jalal was ready for all. 'She can do anything. She has every right to accuse me...shout at me...fight with me', Jalal uttered in mind. 'woh kuch bhi kehle...kuch bhi karle...but I will never gonna let her go...kabhi door nehi jane denge unhe'. Jalal gathered himself in and pushed the door with force.

Door jerked open. There she was in front of him...in an ordinary dress...with no ornaments to her glory...with bare hands, bare neck. A lack luster dupatta was loosely covering her head. Her mangtikawas resting carelessly on her temple. Jalaluddin Mohammad's begum...his love living the life of a beggar in his own empire...what a shame!!! Jalal gulped down a rush of emotion that was trying to move up to his throat. Her condition was hurting his eyes...his heart was bleeding profusely. 'Jodha!!!' a very faint voice managed to come out of Jalal's mouth.

Jodha was immersed in her Kanha's prayers. Since she left Agra...rather was thrown out of Agra...this is the only solace she had. She never goes out, talk with people or even meet them. She spends her day inside this hut. At evening she goes to the kitchen of the ashram, cook for them and take her food to her hut. She eats there alone...sometimes she doesn't even eat...she doesn't feel like. Whenever she remember those words...aapki jinakari ne hume sharmsaar kar dia...she can't control her tears...they flooded their way through. Whenever she closes her eyes at night those same words keep replaying in her mind over and over again...until she wakes up, finding herself soaked in silent tears. Life was a living hell for her. She had no wish to live this hell anymore...she wanted to end her life...but she couldn't...whenever she thought about it...a promise stopped her way, that she gave her LOVE long ago...that she will never try end her life. Hence she was living...every day she prays to her Kanha for the wellbeing of her love...for his prosperity...fame. She didn't know whether she will ever get see him again or not.

Just like every day she was doing her daily prayer in front of her Kanha. She was immersed in her thought. Suddenly her trance broke with a call. 'Jodha!!!'

For a couple of seconds she couldn't understand where the voice came from. But she knew who it was. It was a call from her soul...from her love. She looked around...it was pitch dark outside...but even with the trembling light of the diya...she could easily recognize the figure standing in front of the door. She could feel her heart running at a thundering speed...tears flooding down her two cheeks. 'Jodha', uttered Jalal as he entered the hut. Jodha forgot what she was thinking...she forgot how many allegations she piled in her heart...she forgot everything. The only thing she could see was her love standing in front of her.

Jodha ran to Jalal...ran to his arms. Jalal embraced her...held her tightly with his arms. He wanted to hold her forever like this...he wanted to hide her inside him...he wanted to make her his...his own.

Jodha cried and cried and cried...she let her tears speak out all she has gone though these days...all her pains...all her agonies...everything. She buried her face in Jalal's chest. Tears were also flowing form Jalal's eyes. He could feel what his love had to go though. He could feel how much she had to bear for his mistake.

'Jodha...ho sake toh huma maaf...' Jodha placed her hand on Jalal's lips making him stop midway.

'Hume aapse koyee gila nehi hai shahenshah', she uttered with a soaked voice.

Jalal removed her hand from his mouth. 'hum aapse beinteha mohabat karte hai Jodha. Aapke bagair jee nehi sakte', gulping down his tears, somehow Jalal managed to utter this.

'hum bhi apse bohot prem karte hai shahensha', a teary Jodha replied.

They again hugged each other. Both were lost in embrace...lost in each other's arms. The entire world, its existence was slowly disappearing from their sight. They were in their own world now...nobody can make them apart. Jalal slowly comes out of the embrace. He cupped Jodha's face with his palms...he wanted to get lost in those hazel eyes forever...he wanted kiss away her every pain...her every teardrop. Jalal's eyes fell on a teardrop making its way downwards...he brings his face near Jodha's and licked the tear from her cheek. This act of Jalal creates a strange feeling inside Jodha; this is completely alien to her...she trembles a bit. Sensing this Jalal kisses on Jodha's other cheek...this time Jalal first let his lips touch her smooth skin; then brings out his tongue to lick the teardrop. Jodha flinched and tried to move out of his hold. But Jalal is in no mood to release her...he wants to make her his own...tonight...he can't wait anymore...he doesn't have the strength to.

Jalal slides his arm around Jodha's waist, locking her to him. Jodha's heart was beating wildly...she could even listen to her own heartbeats. Jalal's immense proximity was pushing her to the edge...her whole body was trembling with some unknown sensation. Jalal puts his finger on Jodha's cheek...he let it linger over there for some time. Then caressing her milky skin, he drags his finger down to her lips...

How he longed to touch these rosy petals...how he longed to feel them...to love them. How can he stay away from them now?

(WARNING: KIDS AVOID THIS)

Jalal slowly touches the fullness of her lips...feels them with his finger...runs his finger across the outline. Jalal's touch on her lips sends a shiver down Jodha's spine...her cheeks turn crimson red...she tried hard to hide her embarrassment from Jalal. She turns her face aside.

But, mere feel of Jodha's lips arouses Jalal...now he wants to feel her completely...touch every part of her body...mark her as his own. Jalal turns Jodha's face to him. Keeping his grip firm on her face, Jalal reaches for her lips with his. Jodha flinches again but Jalal was in no mood to move away...his lips touch her's. A rush of unknown emotion was gradually overpowering Jodha's senses. She was trembling terribly. After brushing his lips on her's for a while, Jalal now takes her upper lip between his two. He licked it...sucked it...made love to it...

Jodha had stopped fighting long ago...she was slowly loosing her senses...loosing her control to this sweet torture. She was gradually giving in to his will.

After having done with the upper one Jalal is now with her lower lip. Sensing Jodha has stopped resisting, Jalal feels, there is no need to hold her face anymore...he sends his arm to join the other one at Jodha's waist. He arrests her waist with both arms. With his every action on her lips, Jalal was tightening his grip around Jodha. Squeezing her...making her fuse into him. He pushes his tongue through her rosy petals. He tastes every corner of her mouth...licking every bit of it...making her weaker with his every move. Jodha feels her legs are giving away...she is loosing her power to stand on her own...she clutches the cloth on Jalal's shoulder with her tiny fist to maintain her balance. But Jalal is on his mission of making things even more difficult for her. He bends forward on Jodha, making her arch back a little and pushes his tongue deeper. Here Jodha looses her balance completely.

Jodha wraps her arms around Jalal's neck to avoid fall. This act of her pushes Jalal out of the limit. He is fully aroused...doesn't have the power to control himself anymore. His whole body is aching with desire...desire to be one with her. Jalal straighten up and lifts Jodha by her waist. Jodha was a bit shocked at this but she didn't have the power or the will to protest...Jalal knew he has her consent.

Jalal carries her to the straw bed, without breaking the kiss. He makes her sit and then pushes her lightly on the bed...then he descends on her...all the while kissing her wildly...as if there will be no tomorrow. Jalal covers her body with his...crushing her softies with his hard chest. He was gradually loosing his grip on his control...on his body...but at the same time he was very cautious about not to make it harsh for his delicate, feeble lady love.

After kissing her wildly, Jalal is now almost chewing her lips...sucking the love out of it. Jodha felt short of breathing...sensing this Jalal broke for a while...but without wasting any further he came down on her again. This time he can hear a faint moan from Jodha. This time she was reciprocating as well...she was kissing him back...she doesn't have the strength to match Jalal's force or passion, but her mere effort drives Jalal crazy. He frees his hands to play on her body...to touch her...feel her...love her. He pushes his hand under her choli...touching her softies...squeezing them lightly...this time Jodha moaned loudly...she couldn't handle this anymore...she needed this to culminate fast but Jalal was determined to continue with this torture.

 

Jalal removes her choli and threw it aside. He stops his action to have a glance at her beauty. He felt an immense urge to taste it all...to devour it all. Hence, without wasting any more Jalal comes down on her. He starts kissing her...touching her silky soft skin with his lips...licking every inch of it with his crazy tongue. He gives wet kisses to her bosom...Licking it...tasting it. He takes her ni**les between his teeth, teases them, making Jodha gasping for her life.

The more he feels her, tastes her...the more it becomes difficult for him to fight off his urge to be one with her. Jalal touches the string of Jodha's lehenga. But something made him stop. He halts for a moment and looks up to Jodha...in search of an answer or may be for a node. Jodha can read the question in Jalal's eyes...she can feel it in his touch. Only if he could know she has given her consent long ago when she confessed her love to him.

Jodha takes Jalal's hand, brings it to her face and kisses it. This was enough for Jalal to get what she meant. There is nothing anymore...no barrier...no problem...nothing...nothing that can stop them from being one tonight. Jalal pulls the string of her lehenga...making her all revealed to him. Then he comes out of his cloths. This night their love finds its destination. They becomes one...in every means.

Writer: PPLuvsKuch