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Chap 13



KOLKATA

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'Which one?..right wala or left wala?' asked Jalal on phone, as his curious eyes searched through the lanes...on his both side. His cavalcade was moving through the 'not so wide' lanes of Newtown. He was continuously looking for the right landmark, Abdul was describing him. Jalal was on his way to his son. He knew his son was fine...he was at safe hands...but for some unknown reason that piece of information was not being able to soothe his worried heart. May be that's how a FATHER feels when he is distanced from his child? The MIGHTY Jalaluddin was nothing but a weak father...who will have to live through uncertainty, until he has his son near his heart. Jalal was growing more and more impatient with every passing second.



'Our kitne turns...god damnit!!!' After half an hour of left and right...finally Jalal blasted off.

'Just one more...take right next...and you have IT', replied Abdul in a pacified tone. He was aware of the mental state of his friend...He knew how much eager Jalal was to meet his son. Abdul also wanted Jalal to reach the place as soon as possible. Not because Jalal needed Rico, but because Rico needed Jalal. Lil boy was a bit scared when Abdul reached him. In spite of all his efforts neither Rico came to him, nor let Abdul come to him. The kid was still standing at the corner of the dark room, he was locked in. Abdul clearly knew that only those can make the boy feel better to whom he is close to.



One turn on left and Jalal reached the place. It was a shabby looking house on the dead end of the lane. Entire lane was taken in control by Jalal's men. It was cordoned off from the commoners. Jalal's cavalcade stopped near the house...Abdul was waiting at the gate. Jalal hastily came out of the SUV and without wasting any more time, rushed to Abdul.

'Where is Salim?' asked Jalal in a restless tone.

'Come inside.' Abdul showed him the way inside. They entered the house.



'The guy was snooping Jodha's calls...I think...wohi se usse sab pata chala...threat calls trace karke...we got the address. Jalal...he...he...locked Salim in a room...bachha thora dara hua hai...he is a bit scared...pehle usse millo...then we'll see the kidnapper.' Abdul summarized the whole update in a go. He led Jalal to the room where Rico was kept.



Rico had always been a brave boy...Fear was not something that could checkmate him so easily. But a merciless kidnapper, rounds of beating, being locked in a dark room and then numerous unfamiliar faces...everything together frightened the lil soul to the core. He had no idea why that bad guy took him away from his mother...he had no idea why he beat him up...he had no idea why suddenly so many people with heavy guns were roaming around him. He was scared...hell scared. The lil heart was beating too fast. He just wanted to get back to his mother...anyhow. All of a sudden Rico heard the sound of boots approaching the room. He shrunk more into the corner with an unknown fear.



The door jerked open...entered Jalal. For first couple of seconds his eyes couldn't see through the darkness...but as soon as his gaze started settling in, he could sense a lil figure at the corner. Before he could react that lil figure rushed to him.



'Friend!!!' cried Rico as he ran to Jalal. Jalal swiftly got down on his knees to receive him. Rico almost jumped on to him and hugged him. Jalal could hear his lil sobs...He could feel the quiver in his body. Jalal hugged him back...wrapped him with his arms.



Till now Jalal was thinking that he knew how it feels like being childless...but this one hug' made him realize what he was bereaved of. It made him realize...how it feels when your loved one finds solace in your arms...made him realize...how it feels to be a FATHER. Jalal clutched him close to his heart. He wanted to take his son to the place where he belongs to...his HEART. A lone tear scaled down Jalal's cheek...making way for the new set of feelings, taking birth in Jalal.



Rico buried his face on Jalal's shoulder...he was sobbing hard. His son's tears moved Jalal. He caressed his back, tried to pacify him, 'Its ok love...it's ok...am here...see am here to take you back. It's over. Ab koyee tumhe pareshan nehi karega...calm down...calm down.' Jalal placed a kiss on his earlobe...while continuously caressing him. Rico clutched him more tightly...as if somebody would tear them apart if he loosens. Jalal's heart twisted, imagining how much torment his lil son had to go through. An immense rage was building inside him. He felt like crushing the head of the man who let this happen. He felt like bringing hell on the person who dared to touch his son. But his first priority was to take care of Rico...the rest can wait. Jalal lifted Rico with his arms. Rico was still hugging him tight. Jalal too kept him close to his heart. This was one piece of GEM he could even die for.



After a couple of minutes...Rico finally broke the silence. 'He...he...he...is a bad guy...he is a bad guy' uttered Rico in between his sobs. He slowly lifted his head and looked at Jalal. 'He hit me...shove me to the wall...see...marks on my hand...he is a bad guy'. Rico showed his bruised arms to Jalal.



So much pain and tears in his son's eyes stabbed Jalal's heart like hell. Each drop flowing from Rico's eyes was squeezing Jalal's heart to death. He was crying too. Jalal couldn't even imagine how on earth a human being can hurt such an innocent soul!!! The more he was thinking, the more his anger against the kidnapper was soaring. If his son wasn't there he would have thrashed that jerk to hell by now. Somehow he was trying to hold himself back.



Jalal kissed on Rico's cheek and brought his head back on his shoulder. He knew...the boy needs a huge dose of love and care now...those are only things that can bring him back to normalcy...bring him back to the regular RICO.



'I want to go to mom...please take me to my mom...' uttered Rico in a soaked voice. That brought something in Jalal's mind. He quickly picked his phone out of pocket and dialed a number. 'Hello...just wait a sec'. With this Jalal handed the phone to Rico, 'your mom's on phone...talk to her.' This news spread brightness across the lil boy's face. He eagerly grabbed the cell and answered, 'mom...'



Jalal slowly put Rico down. Lil soul was engrossed in narrating his terrible experience to his mother. Jalal decided not to get in to the mother-son convo. He let Rico be on himself...at the same time instructed two of his personal security men to keep an eye on him.



The more Jalal was thinking about his son's bruises, the more he was feeling the urge to thrash that b**t**d to death. Till now he was checking himself because of his son...but not anymore. 'It is time to teach him a lesson', thought Jalal. He turned to Abdul. Jalal could feel his entire body was trembling with raging fire. He wanted to burn the tormentor alive.

'Where is that b**t**d Abdul? I need to make him pay for this.'

'Come with me...', signaled Abdul as he left the room.



The duo approached the next room. Entire house was packed up with Jalal's men...armed and alert...though Jalal himself was surrounded with his personal security staff...that's how 'Z' plus category is designed to be. They were about to enter the room when Abdul spoke something about the kidnapper...that puzzled Jalal, 'well...he is a blast from the past buddy...and I think...you won't be that glad to see him.' Failing to fathom his words, Jalal gave a confused look to Abdul and entered the room. The kidnapper was sitting on a chair...tied to it. His head was hanging low...face not clearly visible to Jalal. Abdul walked up to the chair...pulled his head back by hair. This revelation left Jalal shocked!!!



This was the very face that snatched away Jalal's peace years ago...that caused him living numerous sleepless nights. This was the very person who dared to hug HIS Jodha...in front of him. Yes ... it was the guy whom Jalal saw with Jodha, the day he and Abdul went to meet her at the orphanage. It was the guy with the helmet!!!



His face brought every bit of the memory from that day back to Jalal's mind. He could taste the fire in his blood all over again. If Jalal's desire for Jodha didn't fade away with time, his wrath for the person who tried to take her away also didn't. Jalal was slowly forwarding his steps to him...an

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Leathanach 1 de 125 Ar aghaidh Topic Roimhe Topic ppluvkuch Díomhaoin MÁ-Sizzlerz ppluvkuch Ball Draimh Ball Testimonials Joined: 15 Samhain, 2011 Fógraí Idirlín: 12304 Posted: 1 Lúnasa, 2014 ag 04:38 | IP Logged --------- -------------- INNÉACS ----------------------- tread AMHÁIN Cliceáil DO CHAP 1-6 >>>> ANSEO tread DHÁ DO Cliceáil ANSEO >>>> CHAP 7-10 Tread TRÍ DO CHAP 11-12 (Cuid 3) >>>> Cliceáil anseo CEATHAIR tread CHAP 13-17 (scrollú síos) Tread CÚIG Cliceáil ANSEO Curtha in eagar ag ppluvkuch - 12 Márta 2015 ag 10:47 __________________ ** Sínithe Banner viewable do bhaill ach amháin le Video Avatar agus Banner Síniú roghanna atá leagtha ** An 32 ball a leanas (í) Thaitin an bpost thuas: miramoerty, SATD06, golden_princess, MonalisaJ, rojarathy, sam_0506, meenakaliswaran , FAIRYLOVEDESIRE, Rasika29, tinkylove, Suganya.S, Samy.123, khushbooparmar, anael24, Kalgi22, --Sush116--, SUMESHNI, AkDha_Fanatic, surbhimathur, roshaeldsouza91, abhi786, Pals2411, hely, varshaakulkarni, justlovetv, ... Anushka. .., -RuthShalini-, rishbala3018, aamirkhanfan, Mehak --- ---, spvd, rima4ever, Facebook Twitter Del.ico.us Digg StumbleUpon Buzz suas! Físeáin gaolmhara Seolann Ekta EK Bailiúchán Rajat agus Shrishti ... Óga Agus Stylish Máithreacha ... Breithlá sona !!! Rajat Tokas Mita Vashisht Imirt ... Paridhi Sharma i Ekta ... ppluvkuch Díomhaoin MÁ-Sizzlerz ppluvkuch Ball Draimh Testimonials Ball Joined: 15 Samhain, 2011 Fógraí Idirlín: 12304 Posted: 1 Lúnasa, 2014 ag 4 : 38am | IP Logged CHAP 13 Kolkata ---------------- 'Cé acu ceann .. dheis nó ar chlé wala wala??' Jalal iarr ar an bhfón, mar a chuardach a shúile aisteach trí na lánaí ... ar a dá thaobh. Bhí a cavalcade ag gluaiseacht tríd an lánaí 'Ní leathan sin' de Bhaile Nua. Bhí sé ag lorg go leanúnach ar feadh an sainchomhartha ceart, bhí Abdul cur síos air. Bhí Jalal ar a bhealach chuig a mhac. Bhí a fhios sé go raibh a mhac breá ... bhí sé ag lámha sábháilte ... ach ar chúis éigin anaithnid nach raibh píosa eolais a bheith ann a soothe a chroí buartha. Féadfaidh sé bheith go conas a mhothaíonn ina ATHAIR nuair a bhíonn sé distanced as a leanbh? Ba é an Jalaluddin Mighty aon rud ach athair lag ... a mbeidh cónaí trí éiginnteacht, go dtí go mbeidh sé a mhac in aice a chroí. Bhí Jalal fás níos mó agus níos impatient le gach dara rith. 'casadh ár kitne ... dia damnit !!!' Tar éis leath uair an chloig de chlé agus ar dheis ... ar deireadh Jalal blasted amach. 'Díreach amháin níos mó ... ceart aice ghlacadh ... agus tá tú IT', fhreagair Abdul i ton pacified. Bhí sé ar an eolas ar staid mheabhrach a chara ... Bhí a fhios aige conas a bhí i bhfad Jalal fonn chun freastal ar a mhac. Chomh maith leis sin bhí Abdul Jalal chun teacht ar an áit a luaithe is féidir. Gan Toisc gá Jalal Ríce, ach Jalal gheall gá Ríce. Bhí Lil buachaill le beagán scanraithe nuair Shroich Abdul dó. In ainneoin go léir a chuid iarrachtaí Ní Rico Tháinig dó, ná lig Abdul teacht air. Bhí an kid fós ina seasamh ar an choirnéal an seomra dorcha, bhí sé faoi ghlas i. Abdul Bhí a fhios léir Léirmheasanna sin gur féidir leis an a dhéanamh ach amháin an buachaill mothú níos fearr go Cé go bhfuil sé in aice leis. cas amháin ar chlé agus Jalal Thángthas ar an áit. Bhí sé teach shabby-lorg ar an deireadh marbh an lána. Tógadh lána ar fad i rialú ag fir Jalal ar. Bhí sé cordoned amach as an commoners. Cavalcade Jalal ar stop aice leis an teach ... bhí ag Abdul ag fanacht ag an ngeata. Jalal Tháinig hastily as an SUV agus gan wasting aon níos mó ama, rushed chun Abdul. 'Cá bhfuil Salim?' Jalal iarr i ton restless. 'Tar isteach.' Abdul Léirigh sé ar an mbealach taobh istigh. Tháinig siad ar an teach. 'Bhí an Guy snooping glaonna Jodha ar ... I mo thuairimse, ... Wohi usse SAB se PATA chala ... glaonna bhagairt rian karke ... fuair muid an seoladh. Jalal ... sé ... sé ... Salim faoi ghlas i seomra ... bachha hua Hai thora maighdean ... Tá sé le beagán scanraithe ... Pehle usse millo ... ansin beidh orainn a fheiceáil ar an kidnapper. ' Abdul achoimre an nuashonrú ar fad i dul. Bhí sé Jalal go dtí an seomra ina raibh choinnigh Ríce. Bhí Ríce curtha i gcónaí buachaill cróga ... Ní raibh Eagla rud éigin a d'fhéadfadh a Checkmate air sin héasca. Ach le kidnapper merciless, babhtaí de beating, a bheith faoi ghlas i seomra dorcha agus ansin aghaidheanna aithne iomadúla ... gach rud le chéile eagla an anam lil chuig an croí. Ní raibh aon smaoineamh cén fáth a thóg go Guy dona air amach as a mháthair ... raibh aon smaoineamh cén fáth buille sé air suas ... raibh aon smaoineamh cén fáth tobann bhí an oiread sin daoine le gunnaí troma fánaíochta timpeall air. Bhí sé scanraithe ... ifreann scanraithe. Bhí an croí beating lil ró-tapa. Bhí sé díreach a fháil ar ais go dtí a mháthair ... cibé ar bith. Gach de tobann chuala Rico fuaim na buataisí druidim leis an seomra. Shrunk sé níos mó isteach sa chúinne le eagla anaithnid. An doras ar oscailt jerked ... tháinig Jalal. Don chéad cúpla soicind ní raibh a shúile a fheiceáil tríd an dorchadas ... ach chomh luath agus a thosaigh a gaze socrú isteach, d'fhéadfadh sé ciall figiúr lil ag an choirnéal. Sula bhféadfadh sé freagairt figiúr lil a rushed dó, 'Friend !!!' Ríce cried mar a rith sé go Jalal. Jalal fuair go tapa síos ar a ghlúine a fháil dó. Ríce léim beagnach ar dó agus hugged air. D'fhéadfadh Jalal lil éisteacht a sobs ... D'fhéadfadh sé a bhraitheann ar an quiver ina chorp. Jalal hugged air ais ... fillte dó a lámha sínte. Till anois bhí Jalal ag smaoineamh go Bhí a fhios aige conas a mhothaíonn sé cosúil le bheith gan chlann ... ach tá sé seo barróg amháin 'Realize dhéanamh dó cad a bhí méala sé de. Rinne sé air Realize ... conas a mhothaíonn sé nuair a fhaigheann do grá amháin solace i do arm ... rinne sé Realize ... conas a mhothaíonn sé a bheith ina ATHAIR. Jalal clutched gar dó a chroí. Theastaigh sé a ghlacadh a mhac leis an áit ina mbaineann sé le ... a HEART. A clib aonair de réir scála síos cheek Jalal ar ... a dhéanamh ar bhealach chun sraith nua mothúcháin, ag cur breithe i Jalal. Rico faoi thalamh a aghaidh ar ghualainn Jalal ar ... bhí sé ag sobbing crua. Deora a mhic ar athraíodh a ionad Jalal. Caressed sé ar a dhroim, iarracht a pacify dó, 'A ghrá OK ... tá sé ceart go leor ... Tá anseo ... féach mé anseo a ghlacadh tú ar ais. Tá sé os a chionn. Ab koyee Tumhe Pareshan Nehi karega ... calma síos ... calma síos. ' Jalal chur le póg ar a earlobe ... agus caressing go leanúnach air. Ríce clutched sé níos mó go docht ... amhail is dá mbeadh duine éigin iad a cuimilt seachas má loosens sé. Croí Jalal ar twisted, shamhlú cé mhéad a crá raibh a mhac lil chun dul tríd. Cuireadh buile ollmhór a thógáil taobh istigh air. Bhraith sé cosúil crushing ceann an fear a ligean seo tarlú. Bhraith sé cosúil le a thabhairt ifreann ar an duine a dared chun teagmháil a mhac. Ach bhí a chéad tosaíocht aire a Rico a thabhairt ... Is féidir an chuid eile fanacht. Jalal Rico a lámha sínte lifted. Bhí Ríce hugging fós daingean air. Jalal choinneáil ró-aice air a chroí. Bhí an píosa amháin de GEM fhéadfadh sé bás fiú. Tar éis cúpla nóiméad ... Rico bhris ar deireadh an tost. 'Sé ... sé ... sé ... Tá Guy dona ... tá sé ina Guy olc' uttered Rico i idir a sobs. Thóg sé go mall a cheann agus d'fhéach sé ar Jalal. 'Bhuail sé dom ... dom shove go dtí an balla ... féach ... marcanna ar mo lámh ... tá sé ina Guy olc'. Léirigh Ríce brúite a airm go Jalal. pian agus deora méid sin ina mhac súile stabbed croí Jalal ar mhaith ifreann. Gach titim ag sileadh ó na súile Rico ar a bhí Fáscadh chroí Jalal ar chun báis. Bhí sé ag caoineadh freisin. Ní fhéadfaí Jalal shamhlú fiú conas ar domhan is féidir le duine den sórt sin anam neamhchiontach ghortú !!! An níos mó a raibh sé ag smaoineamh, bhí an níos mó a fearg i gcoinne an kidnapper ardú as cuimse. Más rud é nach raibh a mhac ansin bheadh ​​sé phléigh go jerk go hIfreann ag anois. Ar bhealach a bhí sé ag iarraidh a shealbhú dó féin ar ais. Jalal phóg ar cheek Ríce agus thug a cheann ar ais ar a ghualainn. Bhí a fhios aige ... de dhíth ar an buachaill dáileog ollmhór an ghrá agus cúram anois ... Léirmheasanna iad na rudaí ach is féidir a thabhairt ar ais chuig normalcy ... a thabhairt ar ais go dtí an RICO rialta. 'Ba mhaith liom dul go dtí mamaí .. .please dom a ghlacadh le mo mam ... 'uttered Rico i nguth sáithithe. Gur thug rud éigin i gcuimhne Jalal ar. Sé idirghabháil roghnaíodh go tapa a ghuthán amach as an phóca agus dhiailiú uimhir. 'Dia duit ... fanacht ach sec'. Leis an Jalal láimh ar an teileafón a Ríce, 'do mam ar an bhfón ... labhairt di.' Seo scaipeadh nuacht gile ar fud na buachaill lil ar aghaidh. Rug sé go fonnmhar na cille agus d'fhreagair an, 'mam ​​...' Jalal Rico chur síos go mall. Bhí engrossed Lil anam ina taithí uafásach narrating a mháthair. Jalal Cinneadh gan a fháil i chun an convo mháthair-mac. Lig sé a bheith ar Ríce féin ... ag a bhí ordaigh an am céanna dhá chuid fear slándáil phearsanta a bheith ag faire air. Bhí an Jalal tuilleadh smaoineamh ar bruises a mhic, is mó a bhí sé ag mothú an áiteamh go thrash go b ** t ** d chun báis. Till anois bhí sé ag seiceáil féin mar gheall ar a mhac ... ach ní níos mó. 'Tá sé in am a mhúineadh dó ceacht', shíl Jalal. Chas sé Abdul. D'fhéadfadh Jalal bhraitheann go raibh a chorp ar fad chritheagla le raging tine. Theastaigh sé chun é a dhó ar an tormentor beo. 'Cá bhfuil t b ** ** d Abdul? Ní mór mé go dtí an a dhéanamh air íoc as seo. ' 'Tar liom ...', léirigh Abdul mar a d'fhág sé an seomra. An duo chuaigh an seomra seo chugainn. Bhí pacáilte teach ar fad suas le fir Jalal ar ... armtha agus airdeall ... cé go raibh timpeallaithe Jalal féin lena foireann slándála pearsanta ... go conas atá 'Z' móide catagóir deartha le bheith. Bhí siad ar tí dul isteach ar an seomra nuair a labhair Abdul rud éigin mar gheall ar an kidnapper ... go puzzled Jalal, 'go maith ... Tá sé ina BLAST as an am atá thart chara ... agus sílim go ... nach mbeidh tú go sásta é a fheiceáil. ' Má theipeann a fathom a focail, Thug Jalal le breathnú ar dhaoine eatarthu go Abdul agus tháinig an seomra. Bhí an kidnapper ina suí ar chathaoir ... ceangailte dó. Raibh a ceann crochta íseal ... Ní aghaidh go soiléir le feiceáil Jalal. Abdul shiúil suas go dtí an chathaoir ... tharraing a cheann ar ais ag an ghruaig. Seo revelation fhág Jalal shocked !!! Ba í seo an aghaidh an-a sciob ar shiúl blianta síochána Jalal ar ó shin ... go bhfuil an chúis dó ina gcónaí oíche sleepless iomadúla. Ba é seo an duine an-a dared chun barróg a Jodha ... i os comhair dó. Sea ... bhí sé an Guy Cé a chonaic Jalal leis Jodha, an lá a chuaigh sé féin agus Abdul chun freastal uirthi ag an dílleachtlann. Ba é an Guy leis an clogad !!! a aghaidh a thabhairt ar gach giotán an chuimhne ón lá sin ar ais go dtí gcuimhne Jalal ar. D'fhéadfadh sé blas an tine ina fhuil ar fad arís. Más rud é nach raibh dúil Jalal do Jodha céimnithe ar shiúl leis an am, a wrath le haghaidh an duine a thriail a ghlacadh aici ar shiúl ní raibh freisin. Jalal bhí ar aghaidh go mall a céimeanna a dó ... ar