Hey everyone! How are you all doing? I hope everything is going well on your end. First, I want to sincerely apologize for leaving my previous fanfiction incomplete and hanging. Life has been quite busy, and I hardly get any time to write. Consider this new story a little compensation for that! Haha.
I also wanted to let you know that Through the Gates of Love is currently under editing. I wrote it a year ago, and now I find it a bit illogical and riddled with grammatical mistakes. I’ve been working hard to improve my writing skills because I truly love expressing what’s in my heart through words. And when it comes to Jodha-Jalal I can't stop myself.
I’ve been writing A Journey Back to Us for the past five months, and after lots of editing and rewriting, I’m excited to say it’s finally complete! Yes, completed, guys! I’ll be posting Shot 1 today, and Shot 2 will follow after a one to two-week gap. No need to worry this time, as I’ve written it all the way to the end. Lol!
Also, dear friends, a lot is happening all at once in this story, but I felt it was necessary. Since I’m not quite ready to tackle another full fanfiction right now, I’ve decided to present this as a short story (SS).
Just a heads-up, since I’ve been working on this story over several months, each part has been written with 1-2 weeks in between, which means there might be some inconsistencies. I might mention something in one part and then forget it by the next! While I’ve done my best to re-read everything, I apologize in advance for any slip-ups, so please bear with me and forgive any off connections.
Thank you for your understanding and support!
Much love,
Anushka.
A Journey Back to Us
16 Oct 2023
GOA. 8.30 P.M.
"Sir we have reached"
Finally something managed to distract him from his iPhone. Swiftly keeping the piece aside, he reached out for his purse, paid the bills and looked up at the name of the club written in shiny and bold words "The Chronicle"
How much he despised going to clubs. If not for his friend's birthday party he wouldn't have dared step in. Sighing he dialed his best friend's number. They were here to celebrate their friend Arun's birthday. Why this shitty club? He thought looking at the name again. Tickets, hotel everything was booked and fixed beforehand. Jalal was looking forward to enjoying the two day trip amidst his busy schedule. First day in Goa they had decided to explore the beaches and admire the beauty of the place and second day was reserved for the much awaited party. Unfortunately for Jalal, Mr. Aman, his personal secretary at Elite Const. came up with some important work for the boss and he had to delay his flight. Result- he had to come alone and was staying at a different hotel.
"Where are you Abdul? I have arrived"
"Arrived? kaha?" Abdul answered groggily.
"Were you sleeping? Jalal asked, stupefied.
"Of course idiot. Can't you guess it from my voice?" the best friend was clearly irritated.
"Abdul, I have reached The Chronicle. Where are you guys?"
"Oh god Jalal! What are you doing there at this time? The ..."
"What question is that? I'm here for Arun's party. Don't you remember? It's 8.30 already and I can't see anyone from our group? What's going in?" He cut in.
"Jalal, my friend, we are supposed to be there at 9.30 p.m. You are early! Enjoy till everyone arrives. I need to dress up. Byee" Abdul answered shaking his head.
"Arey wait .. what will I do till everyone arrives?" Jalal asked cursing himself for not going through the timings properly.
"It's a club. Go in and chill. I don't think people will be there this early but go on .. try your luck buddy. See ya"
As*hole. Jalal cursed hearing the *beep* .. indicating the call has been cut.
Wow I'm early and almost an hour away from my hotel. Can't even go back now. This day couldn't get any worse. Damned Goa trip! And to top it, why the fu*k Arun had to choose this fu*king club?
He muttered a few more curses and made his way in. Taking a seat near the bar, he ordered Sparkle Water for himself and let his eyes roam throughout. The club was almost empty. Except for the staff there was no one in here. Oh wait, did he just spot a girl? The dim lights were making it difficult for him to see.
Surely someone is there at the bar opposite to his. Yes a girl. In a se*y black dress. Alone. Drinking heavily. Jalal was not the flirt types. He was sincere, decent, well mannered man. He haven't had any relationships or crushes in his young days. Basically he was nerd when it came to the topic of girls. His parents have been nagging him for marriage lately. A lot. You are 28 Jalal. Abhi nahi toh kabhi karoge shaadi? When you are 40? He could still hear his mother persuading him for marriage. Since last year, his mother was hell bent on making him a choose at least one of them. But he didn't like any. It wasn't that they were not beautiful. They were all pretty faces. But none of them interested him. At last, his mother had to leave it to him.
"Sir, your sparkle water" the waiter's voice snapped him off his thoughts.
"Thank You!" he took a sip and glanced at the table opposite to his. 5th drink. He muttered as soon as he saw the waiter serving the girl in black dress. Again. He couldn't see her face as she was sitting with her back facing on his side. He tried to have a good look of her but failed. Dejected, he focused on his sparkle drink.
"Mam you have had 6 glasses. I can't serve you more now"
Looking up from his phone, he followed the voice. The waiter was saying something to the girl-in-se*y-black dress and she was angry. Ready to fight. Bored, he made his way to the table where SHE was sitting.
"How dare you? Your job is to serve not to give advices to the guests. Where is your manager? Haan? Let me talk to him" she rebuked. Clearly displeased.
My my .. what an angelic voice! he halted as soon as he heard her speaking. Determined to see her face, he took fast steps and reached the table. And .... time stopped for him! He gasped seeing the face in front of him.
As their eyes met in an instant, their lips fell silent. Jalal was speechless for the first time in his life. His eyes widened with admiration and with such a curiosity that he himself had never seen before. Softly and tenderly he kept gazing at her eyes. Love at first sight?
"Oh hello mister? Pehli baar ladki dekhi hai kya?" she snapped. Her eyes a bit drowsy from the drinking. She stood pointing a finger at the man before her. "Youu.. Ouchhh"
"Careful miss..!" Jalal cautioned and held her tightly just before she could fall. God this woman is heavily drunk. "Hold on miss. Carefully" he made her sit on the chair.
"Get me a glass of water" he ordered the waiter who was standing by.
"Yes Sir"
"What is your name?" he asked softly. Passing her the glass of water.
"Jo.." *hiccups* "Jodha"
"Jodhaaa!" he let his lips caress the name. His heart skipped a beat when he saw her lift her face and look at him. Her eyes!
"Like what you see?" she asked mischievously, a bit tipsy! Sure she was drunk, but in her senses. She could feel his eyes roaming on her face, her hairs, her nose, and a little longer on her eyes.
Getting no reply, she let her beautiful orbs take in his features. He stands there, a striking figure with strong features and an easy confidence that draws her in. His smile, genuine and warm, lights up his face, making her heart skip a beat. Time seems to freeze as she takes in the way his tousled hair catches the light and the depth of his eyes, which seem to hold a world of stories. She feels a flutter in her stomach, an unexpected rush of excitement mingled with a hint of shyness. A smile tugs at the corners of her lips as she realizes she’s staring, her cheeks flushing with warmth. It’s as if a magnetic force pulls her toward him, and she can’t help but feel an instant connection.
In that moment, everything else fades away; it’s just him and her, and she can’t shake the feeling that this encounter might lead to something extraordinary.
His breath catches in his throat as he takes in the proper look of her delicate features —the way the light dances in her eyes, the soft curve of her smile, and the hint of mischief that makes her all the more captivating. A rush of warmth spreads through him, and he can’t help but feel a mix of awe and nervousness.
His heart races, each beat echoing in his ears, and for a moment, he forgets everything around him. Thoughts tumble in his mind, and he feels an inexplicable connection, as if the world has narrowed down to just her. He stumbles slightly, catching himself, a flush creeping to his cheeks as he realizes he’s staring.
In that instant, he knows he’s captivated—drawn in by her beauty and the spark of something deeper, something that hints at adventure. He can’t shake the feeling that this encounter is destined to change everything.
After their initial encounter, the air between them crackles with unspoken tension. She gathers her courage and approaches him, heart racing.
"Jalal Mohammad"
She feels a flutter of nerves as he extends his hand. His palm is warm and strong, and she hesitates for just a moment, catching a glimpse of his hopeful smile.
When their hands finally meet, it’s electric. The contact sends a ripple of warmth through her, as if the world around them has faded into the background. His grip is firm yet gentle, and she notices the way his thumb brushes over her knuckles, a subtle intimacy that makes her heart race. For a brief moment, they hold each other’s gaze, the handshake lingering longer than necessary. She can feel a connection pulsing between them, a promise of something more. His eyes sparkle with an undeniable charm, and she can’t help but smile back, a rush of exhilaration washing over her.
As they finally release their hands, the warmth lingers on her skin, leaving her with a sense of exhilaration and the feeling that this simple gesture marks the beginning of something beautiful. They both know that this moment is just the first step on a journey that could change everything.
As she stumbles slightly, he notices her unsteady gait and concern flashes across his face. He instinctively moves closer, offering her support. His warm, steady presence is comforting, and despite her condition, she feels drawn to him.
"Hey, are you okay?" he asks gently, concern lacing his voice. She looks up at him, her vision slightly blurry, and she can’t help but laugh—a tipsy, carefree sound that surprises them both.
They share a moment of unexpected vulnerability. She might slur her words a bit, but there's a spark of playfulness in her demeanor. He smiles, finding her charm in this state both endearing and captivating. He offers her water again, ensuring she’s taken care of.
If only this moment could last longer. Jodha snaps out of her thoughts as she feels something odd at the bottom of her stomach. Fu*k here goes the result of your heavy drinking Jo! She quickly moves past him and heads towards the washroom. Please don't follow me! She prays prays silently not wanting HIM to see her in this condition.
Seeing the change in her demeanor, he knows something is wrong with her. He was about to ask the reason when she dashed out holding her mouth. He understood she is sick.
"Jodha" Running after her he followed her till the washroom not caring that's he's entering a ladies restroom!
As she begins to feel unwell and suddenly starts to vomit, panic flickers in his eyes, but his instinct to help kicks in immediately. He rushes to her side, his voice steady and calming. “Hey, I’ve got you,” he reassures her, kneeling down beside her.
He gently pulls her hair back, making sure it’s out of her face, and stays close, offering his presence as a comforting anchor. He speaks softly, telling her to take deep breaths, encouraging her to focus on him. “You’re okay. Just let it out,” he says, his tone warm and soothing.
Once she’s finished, he quickly moves to grab a nearby water bottle and some tissues. He hands her the water, urging her to take small sips to help settle her stomach. “Here, rinse your mouth out,” he suggests, ensuring she feels more comfortable.
As she struggles with embarrassment, he offers her an understanding smile, dismissing her discomfort with gentle humor. “We’ve all been there. Don’t worry about it,” he says, trying to lighten the mood. His easygoing demeanor helps her relax, even in such an uncomfortable situation.
After she’s feeling a bit better, he helps her to a nearby couch or a safe spot to sit. He sits beside her, maintaining a reassuring presence as she gathers herself. “Do you need anything else? Maybe some ginger ale?” he asks, genuinely concerned.
"No. It's fine. I am feeling okay now" She sees his kindness and patience, and he recognizes her vulnerability. As they navigate this awkward but intimate moment, it becomes clear that he’s not just a stranger but someone who genuinely cares.
~~
As she stumbles out of the club, feeling overwhelmed and anxious, the cool night air hits her, momentarily clearing her head. She takes a deep breath, determined to leave the chaotic scene behind. Just as she turns to head down the street, a group of rowdy drunk boys approaches, their laughter echoing in the night.
“Ohoo dekh Amit lailaa dikh gayi!” one of them calls out and whistles, swaggering forward with a cocky grin. She tries to brush past them, but they block her path, their intentions becoming clear as they inch closer.
“Why don’t you come hang out with us?” another slurs, reaching out a hand toward her. She feels a rush of panic and instinctively steps back, shaking her head. “No, I’m fine on my own. Stay away or I'll call the police,” Jodha threatens, her voice wavering.
Suddenly, just as things start to escalate, she hears a familiar voice cut through the tension. “Hey! Back off!”
"Jalal?"
She watches him as he appears. His eyes flash with determination as he stands protectively in front of her, putting himself between her and the boys.
“What’s the problem here?” he asks, his tone firm but calm. The boys glance at each other, momentarily thrown off by his sudden appearance.
“Just having a little fun with this one,” one of them sneers, but he steps closer, narrowing his eyes. “I suggest you leave her alone. She’s not interested.”
The atmosphere shifts, tension crackling in the air. She watches, heart racing, as he stands tall, unyielding. The boys exchange nervous glances, realizing they might be outmatched. After a moment, they mutter insults under their breath, stepping back reluctantly. “Whatever, man. She’s not worth it,” one of them grumbles before they turn and stumble away into the night.
He turns back to her, concern etched on his face. “Are you okay?” he asks softly, his voice lowering to a comforting tone. She nods, her heart pounding not just from fear but from gratitude.
“I… I was just trying to leave,” she admits, feeling a mix of vulnerability and relief. “Thank you for coming back for me.”
“Always,” he replies, offering a reassuring smile.
“Let’s get you to your place Jodha. And now now don't deny okay? You are drunk, sick and alone. These three reasons are enough for me to not let you roam alone!" he speaks fast as he notices her head shaking in denial.
"Arey baba. There's no need Jalal. Already you have helped me enough. I don't want you to take more trouble. Sachhi, I'll be okay. I have started to feel better now." She insisted.
"Naah! I'm not listening to any of your excuses madam. Please tell me the location of your hotel." he asked indicating towards the Uber app 'destination column'
How can I leave this golden opportunity of spending a few more moments with you Jodha!
"Grand Hyatt" She sighed defeated.
~~
The night air was cool as the driver parked the car outside the hotel, the soft glow of the streetlights reflecting off the sleek surface. Jalal paid the bills and the cars scooted away leaving the couple alone.
"Jalal, you really did not have to take so much trouble! Really wanted to help me .. ki chance maar rahe the haan?" she teased, leaning against the wall beside the entrance.
"No I was really worried." He smiled.
"You should have taken it easy Mr." she teased again.
Jalal chuckled, his eyes warm with affection. “And you should have taken it easy on the cocktails. You’re going to regret this in the morning.”
“Regret? Never!” Jodha waved her hand dismissively, though her words were slightly slurred.
She swayed a bit, and Jalal instinctively reached out to steady her. “Easy there, Jodha. Let’s go inside first.”
She grinned up at him, her eyes sparkling. “You worry too much. I’m fine! Just a little... tipsy.”
“Just a little?” Jalal raised an eyebrow, amusement playing at his lips. He stepped ahead, offering her his arm. “Come on!"
They made their way to the entrance, Jodha leaning into him for support. “You’re nice. Who are you?” she said, her voice slightly muffled against his shoulder. And why I'm so attracted to you. I was never like this. Never felt anything for anyone. Then why now? Why my heart beats so fast when you come near me. I just know you since a few hours and ... why I'm I feeling like this God? ....I'm not supposed to feel like this!
"Keys Jodha" He ignored her question and helped her in.
Once inside, the hotel lobby was quiet, the soft hum of the night creating a comforting atmosphere. Jodha fumbled for her key card.
“Here it is!” she declared triumphantly, swiping it against the lock. The door clicked open, and she turned to Jalal, her expression suddenly serious. “Thank you for being there"
He smiled, his heart softening at her sincerity. “Anytime, Jodha. Just... try not to make a habit of drinking like this, okay?"
Jodha nodded, a playful smirk returning to her face. "Waah! Abhi abhi mile ho...and you are ordering me around? Anyway, no promises!” she laughed and waved it off. Not willing to explain her reason for the drinking.
“Of course not,” he replied, shaking his head with a smile. "By the way, where are you from. And you are here, alone?"
"Delhi" she said while getting in. "Infosys. Software Eng. I'm here on a business trip ... Come in for a minute?"
"Software Engineer? Wow. I don't understand how you guys do it" Taking a seat at the couch, he replied.
"Do what? .. water?"
"No. Thanks" he denied and continued "Sitting in front of the computer for hours"
She laughed. "I'm habitual to it now. I don't mind the work you know ... what do you do for living savior?"
"Savior?" he chuckled.
"Yes. You saved my life today. I owe you big" she winked.
"That was my duty Jodha!" He shook his head. "I own a company in Mumbai. MBA"
"Wow" Jodha was genuinely surprised. But then richness and royalty oozed out of him.
As their conversation flows, laughter fills the space, and she feels a connection deepening. They share a moment of lingering eye contact, where the world around them fades away, leaving just the two of them suspended in time. Suddenly Jodha surprised him with her question.
"Why did you care Jalal? I'm no one to you right?"
"Jodha I ... "
*beep*
His phone vibrated, indicating the call. He glanced at the screen Abdul...sh*t I totally forgot about the party. Excusing himself, he went in the balcony and clicked the answer button.
"Abey saale. Where are youu? We all are waiting!" Abdul shouted amidst the noise and chaos in the background.
"Sorry yaar! I have some work. I won't be able to attend. Please convey my apologies to Arun and wish him a very happy birthday from my side" he stated rubbing his forehead.
"But what happened suddenly?"
"I'll tell you tomorrow. Talk to you later" unwilling to share more information. He cut the call and placed the device back in his pocket.
"What happened?" Jodha asked.
"Nothing. My friend was asking about my whereabouts" he said sheepishly and remembered her question.
"You don't know why do I care?" he asked. Eyes silently observing her every action. Toying with the pillow cover on the bed she answered slowly and cautiously.
"We just met Jalal" she stated as a matter of fact.
"So what?
Her smile flickering as she fumbled with her phone now. "I’m leaving tomorrow," she confessed, her eyes suddenly clouding with a hint of sadness.
Jalal's heart sank at her words. He had just met her, yet he felt an unexpected connection that he wasn’t ready to let go of. “So soon?” he asked, unable to mask the disappointment in his tone.
Jodha looked up, her expression a mix of surprise and intrigue. “You’re actually going to miss me?” she teased, a playful smile breaking through her intoxication. Forgetting the serious discussion she was about to have.
He chuckled lightly, the tension easing. “You might be a handful, but I think I could manage.”
Jalal and Jodha stand facing each other, the air thick with unspoken emotions. Their eyes lock, creating an electric connection that transcends words.
Jodha's gaze is steady, revealing vulnerability and strength, while Jalal's eyes reflect a mix of admiration and longing. The world around them fades into a blur, the silence wrapping them in an intimate cocoon.
Breaking the silence “Jodha,” he began, his voice a gentle whisper against the soft rustle of the evening breeze. She turned to face him, her heart racing as their gazes locked. There was an undeniable connection, a spark that had ignited between them, but shadows of the past loomed large in Jodha's mind, casting doubt on the promise of what could be.
“I never imagined meeting you would feel this… different,” Jalal confessed, taking a hesitant step closer. “You’ve captivated me in ways I can't explain.”
Jodha's heart fluttered at his words, yet the weight of her past pressed heavily upon her. “Jalal, you deserve someone who can fully embrace the future without hesitation,” she replied, her voice trembling. “I’m afraid I’m not that person.”
His expression shifted, a mixture of confusion and hurt crossing his face. “But what we have—what I feel—it’s real, Jodha. Can’t we explore this together? I understand that we just met today but ...” Why it feels I have known you all my life?
The struggle between her longing and her fear tearing at her heart. “I want to, Jalal. I truly do. But I’m not ready. I can’t promise you anything.” She spoke, trying to explain him her fears without saying the truth.
In that moment, the air between them thickened with unspoken words, a bittersweet understanding hanging like the fading light of day. Jalal reached out, gently brushing a strand of hair behind her ear, his touch igniting a warmth that contrasted with the chill of impending farewell.
“Then let’s cherish what we have, even if it’s fleeting,” he said softly, his voice laced with vulnerability. “I’ll hold on to you, even from a distance.”
Jodha nodded, her heart aching as she stepped back, knowing this was the beginning of something profound yet painfully ephemeral. As she turned to leave, the weight of his gaze lingered on her back, a silent promise that their paths might intertwine again, even if the future remained uncertain.
With one last glance over her shoulder, she whispered, “Goodbye, Jalal,” feeling the warmth of his presence wrap around her like a delicate shawl, even as the distance grew between them.
I'll find you Jodha! We are meant to be together.
Finally, a soft smile flickers across Jodha's lips, and Jalal responds with a warmth that promises uncharted paths ahead. The silence speaks volumes, their eyes conveying everything they cannot say aloud.
I'll find you!
~~
11.45 P.M.
The Chronicle
Jalal stood at the entrance of the Chronicle Club, the lively chatter and music spilling out into the evening air. He had almost turned away, but the memory of Jodha lingered in his mind, a bittersweet reminder of the connection they shared. He had initially declined the invitation to Arun’s birthday party, but now, with a heart heavy with confusion and longing, he felt drawn to be among friends.
As he stepped inside, the vibrant atmosphere felt hollow. Laughter echoed around him, yet Jalal’s heart was heavy, burdened by thoughts of Jodha. He found a quiet corner, leaning against the cool wall, trying to shake off the sadness that enveloped him.
Abdul, ever perceptive, soon joined him. “You look troubled, my friend. What weighs on you?”
With a sigh, Jalal recounted the unexpected encounter with Jodha—the intensity of their connection, the unspoken words that hung in the air between them. He spoke of the attraction that had ignited a spark within him, illuminating feelings he had buried for so long.
“It's like I don't even know her but I feel like I know everything about her. Fu*k Abdul, I don't even believe in this love at first sight things but now..I don't understand these feelings!,” he confessed, his voice tinged with longing. “And now, I’m left with confusion and hurt. What does it all mean?”
Abdul listened intently, his expression thoughtful. “Jalal, sometimes life brings people into our lives for a reason. If it’s meant to be, you will find a way back to her. After we return to Mumbai, we’ll search for her. If destiny has written your paths to cross again, then fate will not let you down.”
Jalal met Abdul’s gaze, finding solace in his friend’s words. There was a glimmer of hope amidst the uncertainty, a promise that perhaps their journeys would intertwine once more. The weight on his heart began to lift, replaced by a flicker of determination. With Abdul by his side, he felt ready to face whatever awaited him, believing that love, if truly destined, would always find its way home.
Just as Jalal began to regain his composure, Arun approached, a wide grin lighting up his face. “There you are! I was starting to think you’d forgotten my birthday!”
Jalal straightened, shaking off the remnants of his earlier melancholy. “Of course not, Arun! Happy birthday!” he exclaimed, clapping a hand on his friend’s shoulder.
“Thanks, man! It means a lot that you came,” Arun replied, his enthusiasm infectious. The two fell into an easy conversation, discussing the latest developments in their business ventures. Arun shared exciting news about a new partnership, his eyes sparkling with ambition.
Jalal listened intently, offering insights and suggestions, the camaraderie rekindling a sense of normalcy within him. Laughter filled the air as they joked about old times, the weight of the evening slowly lifting.
As the party began to wind down, guests filtered out, leaving behind echoes of laughter and the soft glow of lights. Jalal felt a renewed sense of purpose. The night hadn’t turned out as he’d initially expected, but he believed good things were about to happen.
“Let’s grab dinner sometime this week, just the two of us, I'll be in Mumbai for some work.” Arun suggested, clapping Jalal on the back.
“Definitely,” Jalal agreed, a genuine smile breaking through the remnants of his earlier turmoil.
As they stepped outside into the cool night air, Jalal took a deep breath, feeling a sense of closure settling within him. With the stars twinkling above, he realized that while the future with Jodha was uncertain, he had friends who would stand by him, guiding him through the complexities of life.
With newfound resolve, Jalal walked away from the Chronicle Club, ready to embrace whatever came next, holding onto the hope that one day, he might find his way back to Jodha. The night felt alive with possibilities, and as he stepped into the future, he carried her memory in his heart, believing that destiny would weave their paths together once more.
Jodha sat on the edge of her bed, the soft glow of the bedside lamp casting gentle shadows across the room. The vibrant colors of the decor seemed muted in the stillness, mirroring the whirlpool of emotions within her. She gazed out the window, watching the moonlight dance on the surface of the puddle, but her thoughts were miles away.
The encounter with Jalal replayed in her mind, vivid and intoxicating. His presence had ignited something deep within her—a mix of exhilaration and vulnerability that left her both breathless and unsettled. She could still feel the warmth of his gaze, the intensity of their unspoken connection lingering like a haunting melody.
But with that warmth came a chill of uncertainty. Why had their paths crossed like this? What did it mean for her future? Questions swirled in her mind, each one pulling her deeper into a labyrinth of doubt and longing. She hugged her knees to her chest, the familiar ache of yearning intertwining with the fear of the unknown.
In the solitude of her hotel room, Jodha felt a profound sense of isolation. The laughter and celebration of the evening seemed distant, a stark contrast to the turmoil within her heart. She longed for clarity, for the courage to understand the path ahead. The silence enveloped her, urging her to confront her feelings—a call she found both terrifying and liberating.
As she closed her eyes, she could almost hear Jalal’s voice, rich and warm, echoing through her thoughts. What if their meeting was just a fleeting moment, a whisper of fate that would fade away? Or perhaps it was the beginning of something profound, a story waiting to unfold.
Jodha opened her eyes and looked at her reflection in the mirror, searching for answers in the depths of her own gaze. In that moment of solitude, she felt a flicker of hope, a determination to embrace whatever came next. Love, she realized, was not something to fear; it was an adventure waiting to be explored.
But then,
She recalled the heated argument with her parents, Gayatri and Bharmal, just a few months ago. They had gathered in the living room, the air thick with tension. She had expressed her desire to work, to carve out her own identity in a world that often stifled women like her. Her father’s disappointment had been palpable, his stern words cutting deep. “You must focus on your responsibilities, Jodha. A woman’s place is at home.”
The fight had escalated, her mother’s pleas for tradition ringing in her ears. Jodha had stood her ground, a fire ignited within her. “I want to make my own choices! I deserve to pursue my dreams!” But even as she fought for her independence, doubt crept in, gnawing at her resolve.
Then, just days after that confrontation, the topic of marriage had arisen. Her parents had presented her with potential suitors, their faces expectant and hopeful. Jodha had felt her heart plummet. “I’m not ready for marriage!” she had protested, but the conviction in her voice had faltered against the weight of their expectations.
Now, as she sat alone, those memories tangled with her feelings for Jalal, overwhelming her like a sudden storm. How could she ever pursue a relationship with him when her parents’ traditional values loomed over her like a dark cloud? And that incident which happened only few months ago? How can her parents forget it like this?The thought of seeking their approval felt impossible. They would never accept someone like Jalal, a man from a different world, with dreams and aspirations that might not align with their own.
With a heavy sigh, Jodha forced herself to confront the truth she had been avoiding. She couldn’t let herself get lost in thoughts of Jalal, the sweetness of their brief connection fading into the background. “It’s not possible,” she murmured to herself, a mantra to shield her heart from further pain. “I must forget him.”
She envisioned her life returning to the familiar routines, the responsibilities that awaited her. She reminded herself of her dreams, of her fight for independence. It was time to focus on that, to channel her energy into her work and her family obligations. She couldn’t let herself be swept away by fleeting emotions, no matter how intoxicating they felt.
As she gathered her thoughts, Jodha resolved to bury her feelings for Jalal deep within her heart, convinced that it was the only way to honor her family and her own aspirations. The memories of their time together would fade, she told herself. In the world of practicality, love was a luxury she could not afford.
With a determined heart, she turned away from the window, ready to face whatever came next, even if it meant letting go of the possibility of a life with Jalal.
~~
21 Oct 2023. Delhi
Jodha stood by the window, gazing out at the fading light of dusk. The vibrant colors of the sunset mirrored the turmoil in her heart. She had made a promise to herself to forget Jalal, to bury the memories of their time together deep within her soul. Yet, with each passing day, it became more challenging. The laughter they shared, the stolen glances, the way he made her feel—it all lingered like a haunting melody.
~~
21 Oct 2023. Mumbai
Meanwhile, Jalal paced the corridors of his huge house, a storm of emotions raging within him. Each moment apart from Jodha felt like an eternity. Her absence left an unfillable void, a reminder of the connection they once had. He couldn’t shake off the feeling that their paths were destined to intertwine again. He had to find her.
Next day, at Elite Const.
It’s only been four days since Jodha walked away, yet the ache in his heart feels like an eternity. He runs a hand through his hair, frustration bubbling beneath the surface.
“Abdul!” he murmurs and requests him to come.
Moments later, Abdul strides in, sensing the heaviness in the air.
“What’s wrong?” Abdul asks, concern etching his features as he takes a seat across from Jalal.
“It’s Jodha,” Jalal admits, his voice barely above a whisper. “It’s been just four days, and I can’t stop thinking about her. It feels like a piece of me is missing.”
Abdul leans forward, his eyes locked onto Jalal’s. “You need to find her then. You can’t let her slip away like this.”
Jalal nods, the determination igniting within him. “But how? She’s made it clear she wants to forget me. I don’t know where to start.”
Abdul pauses, considering his words carefully.
Jalal sighs, frustration bubbling beneath the surface. “But how? I barely know anything about her. No phone number, no address—nothing.”
"Jodha Sharma. What profession did you say?"
"Software engineer in Infosys, Delhi. I don't know which branch though" he sighed dejected.
Sure they had connections. But definitely the couldn't ask employee details from a reputable company like Infosys. Every idea lead to a dead end.
Abdul watches him intently, then speaks gently. “Sometimes, you have to let go, Jalal. Maybe it’s time to leave it to destiny. If it’s meant to be, it will find a way.”
Jalal feels a wave of resignation wash over him. “You think I should just give up?”
“No,” Abdul replies firmly. “Not give up, but let things unfold. You’ve done everything you can. Sometimes, the universe has a plan we can’t see yet. Trust that if it’s meant to happen, it will.”
Jalal exhales, feeling the weight of his longing mingle with a sense of surrender. “You might be right.
“Just hold onto the hope,” Abdul encourages. “Let life take its course. You never know when fate might bring you back together.”
With a heavy heart, Jalal nods. He knows he has to let go, at least for now. As he gazes out the window at the sky, he whispers a silent wish, hoping that destiny will be kind enough to bring Jodha back into his life when the time is right.
~~
Meanwhile, on the same day, Neetu walks into Jodha’s room, her expression a mix of concern and warmth. She immediately notices the subtle changes in her best friend—how Jodha’s laughter has dimmed and her smile doesn’t quite reach her eyes.
“Hey, Jo!” Neetu chirps, trying to inject some energy into the room. “You’ve been so quiet lately. What’s going on?”
“It’s nothing, Neetu,” Jodha replies, forcing a smile. “Just a bit tired, I guess.”
Neetu narrows her eyes, unconvinced. “Come on, don’t brush me off. I know you too well. Something’s bothering you. You can tell me.”
Jodha sighs, the weight of her emotions pressing down on her. After a moment’s hesitation, she relents. “Okay, fine. I met someone in Goa. His name is Jalal.”
Neetu’s eyes widen, curiosity piqued. “Jalal? What was he like?”
As Jodha recounts the day they spent together—their laughter, the conversations, the spark that ignited between them—she feels a mix of excitement and sadness. But as she reaches the part about her fears, her voice falters.
“And then… there’s my family. They’re so orthodox. They would never accept someone like him. I can’t even think about it after you know...” Tears well up in her eyes, the weight of her heartache becoming unbearable .. the pain of past now coming back.
Neetu moves closer, taking Jodha’s hands in hers. “Oh, Jodha. I had no idea it was that serious for you. But you can’t let fear dictate your happiness. If it was special, it’s worth considering.”
Jodha shakes her head, her heart heavy. “But what if it leads to nothing? What if I just end up hurt?”
“Then you’ll learn from it,” Neetu reassures her gently. “Life is about taking risks. But you can’t carry the weight of what-ifs forever. You have to live your life, even if that means letting him go.”
Jodha looks down, feeling the sting of tears. “I just wish it didn’t have to be this way.”
“I know,” Neetu says softly. “But you deserve to be happy. Especially after all that happened ... Focus on your dreams, your goals. If it’s meant to be with Jalal, then maybe one day the universe will bring you back together.”
With a heavy heart, Jodha nods, knowing her friend is right. As she wipes away her tears, she resolves to carry on with her life, even if it feels like a struggle. With Neetu by her side, she feels a glimmer of hope that maybe, just maybe, she can find a way to move forward.
~~
12 November 2023. Mumbai.
In the vibrant chaos of Mumbai, Jalal sat at his desk, the memories of Goa swirling around him like a soft breeze. The sun had dipped below the horizon, casting a golden hue across the city, but his mind was elsewhere—fixed on Jodha. Her laughter, her shy glances, and the way her eyes sparkled like the ocean haunted him. Despite the fleeting moments they shared, he felt an inexplicable connection that left him restless.
Determined to find her, Jalal pulled out his laptop and began his search. He recalled snippets of their conversation in Goa—she mentioned being a software engineer at Infosys, and he clung to that detail like a lifeline. With a surge of resolve, he typed "Infosys Delhi" into the search bar. The screen flickered, revealing pages of information about the company, its projects, and its sprawling workforce.
As he navigated through the maze of links, his heart raced. He stumbled upon a LinkedIn group for Infosys employees and joined, hoping it might lead him to her. After a few days of browsing profiles and scrolling through posts, he felt a flicker of hope when he found a woman whose profile picture looked remarkably like Jodha. Her name was there: Jodha Sharma. His heart leapt.
His heart raced as he sent a connection request. 3 days passed without a response, and his hope began to dwindle. Just as he was about to give up, he received a notification. She had accepted his request. Jalal quickly opened her profile, only to discover that the woman was not the Jodha he remembered. Instead, this Jodha had a different background, working in a completely unrelated field.
Failure again! He sighed dejectedly
Jodha sits at her desk, the soft hum of computers and the rhythmic tapping of keyboards creating a familiar backdrop to her day. Despite the piles of code and the project deadlines looming overhead, her mind drifts back to Goa. The sun-soaked beach, the laughter that danced on the salty air, and Jalal—his smile, his warmth—it all feels like a distant dream, one she wishes she could revisit.
As she stirs her cup of chai, a sigh escapes her lips. She can’t shake off the feeling of what might have been, the unspoken words that linger between them. Just then, her colleagues Reema and Pragya burst into the break room, their chatter brightening the air.
“Jodha, you won’t believe the latest gossip!” Reema exclaims, plopping down beside her with a flourish. “Did you hear about Rohan? Apparently, he’s been seen with Neha after hours. There’s definitely something brewing there!”
“Oh please, they’ve been orbiting each other for ages,” Pragya teases, rolling her eyes. “If only they’d just admit it.”
The three of them share a laugh, the camaraderie easing the tension Jodha feels inside. She takes a bite of her lunch—a simple dal and rice—and tries to immerse herself in the lighthearted banter, but her thoughts keep drifting back to Jalal.
Suddenly, the office receptionist enters, her expression slightly flustered. “Excuse me, Jodha? There’s someone here to see you.”
Jodha’s heart skips a beat. Who could it be? “Do you know who it is?” she asks, trying to mask the sudden unease creeping into her chest.
The receptionist shakes her head. “No, just that he asked for you by name. He’s waiting at the front.”
A chill runs down Jodha’s spine as she stands, her mind racing. What if it’s someone from her past? A fleeting thought of Jalal crosses her mind—What if he’s found me? No, she shakes her head, that can’t be it. He wouldn’t know how to find her here.
Is Ra..No no why he would be here...
“Are you okay?” Pragya asks, noticing Jodha’s sudden pallor.
“Yeah, just…give me a moment,” Jodha replies, forcing a smile. She walks towards the reception area, her steps quickening as she nears the entrance.
As she approaches the front desk, her heart thuds louder with each step. And then she sees him.
Standing tall and imposing, dressed in a sharp suit, is Raghav—a man from her past. His presence sends an icy wave of dread coursing through her. He had been part of a world she had desperately tried to escape, a world filled with shadows and threats she thought she had left behind.
“Jodha,” he says, a predatory smile spreading across his face as he meets her gaze. “We need to talk.”
The warmth of the office fades, leaving only a suffocating tension. Jodha’s mind races, her heart pounding as she scans her surroundings. This isn’t good; not here, not now. “What are you doing here?” she demands, her voice steady despite the fear gnawing at her insides.
Raghav steps closer, lowering his voice, his tone dangerously calm. “I’ve been looking for you. It’s important. We can’t discuss this here.” He gestures toward the door, his eyes flickering with something she can’t quite decipher—desperation, anger, maybe both.
“I’m not going anywhere with you,” she replies firmly, standing her ground even as her pulse quickens.
“Oh, but you will,” he says, a shadow crossing his features. “I wouldn’t want you to make this difficult. Not for yourself.”
Jodha feels a wave of panic wash over her. She has to think fast. “I can’t just leave work,” she says, her mind racing for an escape.
Raghav’s smile fades, his patience wearing thin. “You don’t have a choice. You think you can hide from your past? It always finds a way back, Jodha. Always.”
Just then, she spots Pragya and Reema approaching, their expressions shifting from curiosity to concern as they notice the tension in the air. “Is everything alright?” Pragya asks, glancing between Jodha and Raghav.
Jodha’s heart races. “I’ll be fine. Just a…a misunderstanding,” she manages to say, forcing a smile that feels brittle and weak.
Raghav’s eyes narrow as he assesses the situation. “You need to come with me now, Jodha,” he insists, his voice a low growl.
But before she can respond, the receptionist intervenes, her tone authoritative. “Excuse me, sir. If Jodha doesn’t wish to speak with you, I must ask you to leave.”
Raghav’s expression hardens as he regards the receptionist, but he knows he can’t cause a scene. “This isn’t over, Jodha,” he says, his voice dripping with menace. He turns on his heel and strides out of the office, leaving Jodha trembling in the wake of his threat.
The moment he disappears from sight, Jodha feels a wave of relief wash over her, but it’s quickly replaced by fear. What did he want? Why had he come for her now?
Reema and Pragya surround her, concern etched on their faces. “What was that about?” Reema asks, her voice low.
Jodha takes a deep breath, trying to steady herself. “It’s nothing. Just someone from my past,” she says, though the words feel hollow. She hadn't told anyone of her love life and she didn't intend to so now. The sympathy, advices and looks people gave her in her previous work place made her hide these information in her new office.
“Jodha, you look pale,” Pragya adds, placing a comforting hand on her shoulder. “Are you sure you’re okay?”
“I’m fine,” Jodha insists, but the tremor in her voice betrays her. “I just need some air.”
As she steps outside the building, the crisp breeze hits her face, but it does little to quell the storm brewing inside her. She leans against the wall, closing her eyes, trying to center herself. She can’t go back to that life, not now, not ever.
And just as she opens her eyes, the image of Jalal flashes in her mind—his warm smile, his laughter. In that moment, she feels a pull toward him, a longing to share this burden with someone who could understand.
But could she bring him into this dangerous world? Would it be fair to drag him into her chaos?
Jodha enters her home, a cozy 3 BHK flat in New Delhi, reflecting her middle-class upbringing. The living room is functional, with a simple sofa set covered in a soft fabric, a couple of mismatched chairs, and a small coffee table that often holds newspapers and magazines. The walls are painted in a light color, adorned with family photographs and a few traditional wall hangings.
The familiar scent of spices and freshly cooked roti envelops her, but today, it does little to lift her spirits. She trudges into the living room, her heart heavy with the events of the day. Her parents, Gayatri and Bharmal, along with her elder brother, Bhagwant, are seated around the dining table, laughter filling the air as they share stories about their day.
But the moment Jodha steps inside, their laughter fades, and a heavy silence blankets the room. Gayatri's maternal instincts kick in as she notices the furrow in Jodha's brow. "Jodha, beta, is everything alright?" she asks, concern lining her voice.
Jodha forces a smile, but it feels brittle, like it could shatter at any moment. "I’m fine, Ma," she replies, but her voice betrays her.
Bhagwant, with his ever-watchful eyes, leans forward, sensing something off. “You don’t look fine. What happened? Did someone bother you at work again?” His tone is protective, filled with a brother’s instinct to shield his sister from harm.
Before Jodha can respond, her bhabhi, steps in from the kitchen, wiping her hands on her apron. “What’s this? Jodha, you look pale! Come here, tell us what’s wrong,” she encourages, her voice warm yet firm.
Jodha takes a deep breath, the weight of her emotions bubbling to the surface. “It’s just... it’s complicated,” she starts, glancing around at her family, their faces a mixture of concern and curiosity. “Raghav came to my office today.”
A collective gasp echoes through the room, and Jodha can see the tension building in her father’s expression. “Raghav?” Bharmal asks, his voice laced with worry. “What did he want?”
“He said he needed to talk,” Jodha replies, her voice barely above a whisper. “But Pragya and Reema were there. They sent him away, but... it was unsettling.”
Bhagwant’s fists clench at the mention of Raghav’s name, anger flaring in his eyes. “That man has no right to come near you! He’s trouble, Jodha. You should have told him to leave the moment you saw him.”
“I tried to stay calm,” Jodha says, shaking her head. “But he was so insistent. He mentioned that I can’t hide from my past. It felt threatening.”
Gayatri’s hand flies to her mouth, and Bharmal shifts in his seat, visibly troubled. “Jodha, we’ve discussed this before. You cannot let your past dictate your present. If Raghav is causing you distress, we must take action.”
“Maybe we should involve the police,” Bhagwant suggests, his protective instincts surging. “He can’t just show up like that, especially not after everything that happened.”
“No!” Jodha interjects, her voice firm yet pleading. “I don’t want to escalate things. I just want to be left alone. I thought I could handle it, but...”
Bhabhi steps closer, placing a comforting hand on Jodha's shoulder. “You’re not alone, Jodha. We’re here for you, no matter what happens. But you need to tell us everything. You can’t face this on your own.”
With a heavy heart, Jodha looks around at her family, the love and concern in their eyes warming her. “I’ll talk to you about it,” she promises, taking a deep breath to steady her nerves. “But please, let’s just be careful. I don’t want to stir up more trouble.”
Bharmal nods, a grave expression on his face. “We will protect you, Jodha. You are our priority. But we must be vigilant. If Raghav returns, we’ll handle it together.”
Feeling the weight of her family’s love surrounding her, Jodha realizes that maybe, just maybe, she doesn’t have to bear this burden alone. With them by her side, she might find the strength to confront her past.
As the evening progresses and the aroma of dinner fills the air, Jodha’s heart lightens a little. Maybe she can find a way to face Raghav and whatever he wants without dragging her family into the turmoil. But as her mind drifts back to Jalal, she can’t help but feel a pang of longing for the safety and warmth he brought into her life, even if just for a moment.
Alone in her room, Jodha sits on her bed, staring blankly at the wall. The faint glow of the bedside lamp casts a soft light around her, but it does little to illuminate the dark thoughts swirling in her mind. She leans back against the headboard, allowing a bitter laugh to escape her lips, irony thick in the air.
Here she was, a woman caught between two worlds. On one side, her family fiercely protecting her from the remnants of her first marriage, a union that had left her feeling suffocated and broken. And on the other side, they were relentless in their push for her to remarry, as if a new husband could somehow erase the scars of her past. The laughter feels hollow, almost mocking, as she thinks about how her mother had insisted that she should be happy about the proposals flooding in, even after the divorce. “It’s a blessing, Jodha! You’re still young, and there are so many good matches out there!”
With a sardonic grin, Jodha shakes her head. What do they know about the turmoil inside me?She had hoped they would understand the emotional weight she carried, the trauma of a relationship that had ended far too soon, leaving her with memories that clawed at her heart.
Suddenly, the laughter dies in her throat, and tears spill down her cheeks. The dam breaks, and she cries softly, feeling the weight of her loneliness press down on her. "Why doesn’t anyone understand?" she wonders, feeling utterly defeated. Her family thinks they know what’s best for her, but they don’t see the real Jodha—the woman struggling to reclaim herself after being pushed into a life she never wanted.
Her mind drifts back to the countless conversations with her mother, who couldn’t fathom the idea that Jodha wasn’t ready for marriage again. “You need stability, beta. It’s time to settle down.”
With every memory, a wave of bitterness washes over her. It’s exhausting, navigating the expectations of a family who loves her but fails to see her pain. "They think marriage is the solution, but they don’t understand the scars I carry," she reflects, the sarcasm in her thoughts turning to sorrow.
And then, as if summoned by her despair, Jalal’s face flashes in her mind—the warmth of his smile, the kindness in his eyes, the way he had listened to her without judgment. For the first time since her divorce, she felt something genuine, something that made her heart stir in a way it hadn’t for so long. Why can’t I just be free to explore that?
Jodha’s heart aches as she clutches her pillow, the tears flowing freely now. The contrast between her feelings for Jalal and the pressure from her family feels like a weight on her chest. In that moment, she longs for understanding, for the freedom to choose her own path without the shadow of her past looming over her.
Exhausted from the emotional rollercoaster, she finally lays down, her mind still racing but her body too tired to fight it. The tears gradually slow, and she finds herself drifting into an uneasy sleep, the echoes of her family’s expectations blending with the flickering memories of Jalal.
As she closes her eyes, she whispers to the universe, Just let me find my way...
~~
Morning arrives, and Jodha stirs awake, feeling better than she did last night. She steps into the hall, where the warmth of family surrounds her. Her father sits on the couch, absorbed in the newspaper, while her elder brother, Bhagwant, works intently on his laptop. The aroma of spices wafts from the kitchen, where her mother and bhabhi are preparing breakfast.
"Good morning, beta!" her mother calls out, noticing her. She ushers Jodha to the dining table, where a spread of parathas and pickles awaits. Just as Jodha is about to dig in, her phone buzzes with a message. Her heart sinks as she reads the sender’s name: Raghav, her ex-husband.
“Why is he troubling me now, after four months of silence?” Panic washes over her, leaving her pale with fear. Tears prick at her eyes, but she fights to keep them at bay.
Her mother, ever observant, catches the change in her daughter’s expression. "Jodha, kya hua?" she asks gently, concern etched on her face. Jodha shakes her head, not wanting to burden her family with her turmoil.
"I’m fine, Ma," she replies, forcing a smile as she pushes the food around on her plate. After finishing breakfast in silence, she retreats to her room, the weight of Raghav’s message heavy in her heart.
Jodha steps into her room and closes the door behind her, the click of the latch echoing in the quiet space. Her heart races as she rereads Raghav’s message: "We need to meet today. Don’t make this difficult, Jodha." A shiver of fear runs down her spine; his words are a threat, and she knows all too well what he's capable of.
Raghav, a civil engineer like many in their community, has always had a malicious streak. Their marriage, which once promised hope, quickly turned into a nightmare filled with manipulation and control. Even after their divorce four months ago, his presence looms over her life like a dark cloud, and now he’s re-emerging, demanding her attention.
Jodha sits on the edge of her bed, her thoughts racing. She feels trapped, remembering the countless times he belittled her, the way he twisted her words, and how he made her doubt her own strength. It’s hard to believe they were once close, sharing dreams and laughter. Now, those memories are tainted by fear.
The walls of her room, usually a safe haven, feel confining now. She takes a deep breath, trying to steady herself. She knows she can't let him intimidate her again, but the anxiety is overwhelming. Jodha leans back against her pillows, contemplating her options. She can't ignore him, but she also refuses to let him control her life any longer.
Jodha walks over to her small balcony, seeking solace in the fresh air. She leans against the railing, looking out at the bustling city below, where the sounds of honking cars and chirping birds create a chaotic symphony. But today, her mind is heavy with memories of her past.
As she gazes into the distance, she recalls the day she finally escaped her in-laws' house, her heart racing with both fear and relief as she returned to the safety of her own home. It was a bittersweet moment, filled with the lingering pain of what she had endured.
Flashbacks flood her mind, each more painful than the last. She remembers her mother-in-law's harsh voice, the relentless criticism that seemed to echo through every corner of their home. The memory of that day when she accidentally added a bit too much salt to the curry strikes her vividly. Her mother-in-law had slapped her across the face, the sting a reminder of her constant failure to meet impossible expectations.
Then there were the nights when Raghav came home drunk, his anger spilling over like the contents of a broken bottle. He would hurl insults at her, each word a sharp dagger that pierced her already fragile spirit. The feeling of isolation and helplessness consumed her in those moments, and she would retreat into the shadows, wishing to disappear.
Jodha closes her eyes, taking a deep breath as she fights back tears. The memories threaten to engulf her, but she clings to the strength she found in leaving. Standing on her balcony, she realizes that she has a choice now—a chance to reclaim her life and not let the past dictate her future. The city below continues to pulse with energy, and for the first time in a long while, she feels a flicker of hope ignite within her.
Jodha stands on the balcony, talking softly to herself, the cool breeze brushing against her skin. "This is why I refused Jalal," she murmurs, thinking back to their first meeting in Goa. The evening had been magical, filled with laughter and easy conversation. But now, she knows that it was more than just a fleeting connection; she has genuinely fallen for him.
"But he deserves better than me," she sighs, a knot tightening in her stomach. "He shouldn’t have to be someone’s second husband, a divorcee’s partner." The thought of Jalal, so kind and genuine, brings a pang of longing. She misses him more than she expected, and her heart aches with the realization of her feelings.
Yet doubts swirl in her mind. "Can I keep him happy?" she questions, pacing slightly. Sure, she considers herself pure, but the trauma of her past leaves her with a deep aversion to any physical touch. Even a simple handshake makes her skin crawl. "What if he’s just like Raghav?" The fear settles heavily on her chest, suffocating her with anxiety.
Jodha remembers that night in Goa, how Jalal had listened to her without judgment, how he had made her laugh. But now she wonders, is he really that good? "Is he too good to be true?" The uncertainty leaves her frustrated, and a headache begins to throb at her temples.
he reflects on her past with Raghav, the harsh words and the emotional scars that linger. The memories of his abusive behavior haunt her, leaving her with a deep sense of fear towards intimacy.
She feels a strange sense of relief that she is virgin and has no children, thankful for that small mercy amidst the chaos of her former life. But the emotional toll of Raghav’s treatment has made her wary of physical touch. Even the thought of closeness feels daunting, and she grapples with the anxiety it brings.
As she thinks about Jalal, she struggles with her feelings. He was kind and respectful, yet doubts creep in. “What if he changes? What if he doesn’t understand?” The fear of being hurt again is palpable. She longs for the warmth of a relationship, yet the thought of vulnerability terrifies her.
Jodha's thoughts shift back to Raghav's menacing message, a surge of determination rising within her. She can't allow him to dictate her life any longer. With a deep breath, she pulls out her phone and begins typing.
"Yes," she replies, her fingers steady despite the turmoil inside her. "I’ll meet you."
After hitting send, a wave of anxiety washes over her, but she reminds herself that confronting him is a step toward reclaiming her power. She knows she must face this head-on, not just for herself, but to show Raghav that she is no longer the woman he once controlled.
As she prepares for the meeting, a mix of apprehension and resolve fills her. This is her moment to stand firm, to set boundaries, and to assert that she will not be a victim any longer. The city outside continues its frenetic pace, mirroring the conflict within her, but Jodha feels a flicker of courage ignite.
Nine months have passed since her marriage and four months since the divorce. Five months of silence and suffering were more than enough. Jodha endured all the pain quietly, holding her head high while battling her demons alone. But now, she refuses to remain passive any longer.
With newfound resolve, she decides it’s time to fight back. She will confront Raghav, not just for herself but to reclaim her narrative. She knows she deserves to be heard, to stand up for herself, and to break free from the shadows of her past.
This time, she will not back down.
~~
13 November 2023. Delhi.
At Cafe Hudson.
Jodha arrives at Cafe Hudson in Delhi, the bustling atmosphere around her a stark contrast to the turmoil brewing inside. She finds a table by the window, her heart racing as she waits for Raghav. Every minute feels like an eternity, but she reminds herself to stay strong.
Moments later, the door swings open, and even before she looks up, she knows it’s him. A chill runs down her spine, but she steadies her breath, summoning her inner strength. “I can do this,” she whispers to herself, determined not to let fear take hold.
Raghav approaches, his presence commanding yet unsettling. He slides into the seat across from her, his expression unreadable. Jodha meets his gaze with cold eyes, refusing to show any sign of weakness. The air between them is thick with tension, and she feels a mixture of anxiety and resolve coursing through her veins. This is her moment to confront the man who once controlled her life.
Jodha takes a deep breath, steadying her nerves as she meets Raghav’s gaze. “Why did you call me?” she asks, keeping her tone even.
Raghav leans in, a sly grin on his face. “You really think you can just walk away after our marriage? I’ll make sure you regret this.”
The familiar scent of alcohol wafts off him, a reminder of the many nights filled with anger and pain. Anger rises within her, and she interrupts him sharply. “You don’t scare me anymore, Raghav. If you don’t leave me alone, I will call the police.”
His expression shifts, surprise flickering in his eyes as he processes her words. “I never thought she’d actually do that,” he thinks, the bravado slipping from his face.
Jodha sees the change and feels a surge of strength. “You’d better believe it,” she replies, her voice firm and unwavering. “Don’t underestimate me again.”
With that, she stands up, determination flooding through her. As she walks away from the table, a weight lifts from her shoulders. Stepping outside, she breathes in the fresh air, feeling empowered. This is her moment to take control, and she knows she won’t let anyone dictate her life again.
~~
As night enveloped the world in a soft embrace, Jodha returned home, her heart still heavy from her confrontation with Raghav. With that chapter finally closed, she sought solace in the familiar warmth of her surroundings. Yet, despite the stillness of the night, her mind was a whirlwind of thoughts, each one leading her back to Jalal.
The memories danced vividly in her mind, igniting a flicker of longing within her. She gazed out at the stars, wondering if he was looking up at the same sky, contemplating the same feelings. Jodha realized that no matter how hard she tried to move forward, a part of her would always be tied to him. The weight of unspoken words lingered in the air, a gentle reminder that their story was far from over.
~~
The cool breeze whispered through the trees, but his thoughts were a tempest, swirling around one name—Jodha. As he looked at the moon, he felt a deep sense of longing. Jalal took a deep breath, surrendering his worries to the heavens. He had tried to control every aspect of his life, but now he felt a shift, a realization that some things were beyond his grasp. He closed his eyes, letting the cool night air envelop him, and whispered a silent prayer to God, hoping for guidance in the tangled web of fate that intertwined their lives.
~~
Four months had slipped by since the fateful day when Jodha and Jalal first met in the vibrant backdrop of Goa, only to part ways under the weight of unspoken words and lingering glances. The sun had set countless times since that day, yet not a single night passed without the echoes of their memories haunting their hearts.
Each evening, both found themselves lost. Jodha, wrapped in the warmth of her home, often gazed at the moon, feeling its glow mirror the light Jalal had ignited within her. She replayed their fleeting moments together, each memory sharper and more poignant than the last, stirring a deep longing she couldn’t quite articulate.
Meanwhile, Jalal stood at his window, the cool night air brushing against his skin as he stared at the same moon, feeling its familiar pull. The laughter they shared, the intensity of their first connection, all replayed like a cherished melody in his mind. Despite his attempts to distract himself with the duties, he found it impossible to escape the bond that seemed to transcend time and space.
Both had surrendered their hearts to the whims of fate, trusting that destiny would weave their paths together once more. It was a delicate dance, with each passing day heightening their yearning. The universe was orchestrating something profound, a plan yet to be revealed. And as the stars twinkled above, Jodha and Jalal remained steadfast, bound by a connection that even time could not erase.
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To be continued ...
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