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… Continuation New Horizons- 7 (II)
Nadir’s Narration:
We didn't talk much about the topic in the days leading up to the weekend. The atmosphere
was somehow cold between us and besides I had a lot to do. Meena was often busy at work too.
She made a few calls from home on her cell phone, at least twice to Jalal and twice for a long
time to Mitra.
On Sunday, she informed me that Jalal, after his return on Tuesday, wanted to have dinner with usand
go dancing with her, in the club on Wednesday, as she put it, one last dance. On Friday
he would have a farewell party at his house with over hundred guests and is inviting us and Mitra.
Then the following Sunday he was flying to the USA, his new home.
She specifically mentioned that it didn't matter to her what I decide, she likes but to go but she didn't have to
be at both events. I should decide and it won't bother her if I say no. She wants me to be happy and
that this stupid situation between us would finally end.
I told her to answer yes, for both events, and we would accept both invitations and thank him for that.
In the meantime, I demanded her, to get a suitable and appropriate gift for him.
*
Meena’s Narration:
On Thursday evening the couple arrived at Jalal's favourite club in good time.
They saw Jalal chatting with someone from distance.
when they sat down at the table, Nadir looked for him, but Jalal disappeared out of sight.
Nadir stood up to washroom. Meena searches the room anxious to know where Jalal went
when he unexpectedly stopped by their table. He was standing adjacent to her and their eyes
briefly met.
As quickly as it happened, it vanished when Nadir moved across the table to greet him.
After the meal was eaten and dessert served, it was time for the dancing to start.
Nadir knew that Jalal wanted to begin to dance with her, but was surprised that Meena turned to
Jalal and said, "Shall we...?", and stood up.
The two dance partners moved towards the dance floor; Meena looked ravishing in her dress.
"How beautiful she looks there and she is mine," thought Nadir while watching her from the distance,
"How lucky I am to have her. She is so full of passion, in and out of the bed. I love this woman more
than anything. If I could only tell her how I feel just this moment." His mind wandered on and went to the last few
turbulent days that have somewhat affected their relationship, for sure it was temporarily and he knew that it would
soon be over, soon after Jalal left everything would calm down again.
Finally, Meena accepted and loved him as he was and is, with the highs and lows of his character.
Jalal tonight was holding back, one could say. He wanted Meena to come to him this time, Nadir
thought so and Meena guessed it too.
Normally Meena would turn around every few minutes while dancing and look at him, at Nadir,
or smiled at him. But this night she completely ignored him. She has not even turned to look at him
one time, since leaving the table. Nadir noticed how she was ignoring him.
Yes, he was getting a little jealous, as always, seeing Jalal holding and touching his girl. Even though he knew she
was his., but her ignorance annoyed him and as the this ignore moved on, the more it bothered.
Nadir guessed that for the dancing pair there, no other body exists at the moment. There were just the two of
them. He sensed Meena was secretly yearning for this moment all day.
He wanted to believe deep down that she was longing for dance, but now, he thought, was it not dance
at all but Jalal, feeling him, touching him…
Nadir was preoccupied with the thought of how randy and exciting and for him, highly satisfying
it would be if the old man could leave his wife alone emotionally and romantically, just enjoy the moment
and recognize Nadir's generosity and be happy with what he gets and not expecting anything more.
But on the other side, stood the old Jalal wanted Meena to separate from her beloved husband and start a
new life with him, what a stupid plan and illusion, especially towards Meena, nadir thought.
In the middle of a slow dance music, Jalal was in progress, finally and gradually, he gently held hand
to the side and then placed his hand around her waist. she reacted and gently placed her hand on
his back. They moved slowly to the sound of the music, not muttering a word. At first, there was a brief
distance between them as they dance. Then they moved so that distance soon became non-existent.
He looked at her as she at him and it seemed that nothing else mattered. Nadir thought, Jalal finally
had his moment, now with Meena in his arms.
"The final…" she whispered so only Jalal could hear.
Jalal leaned over and said " Yes, I have been waiting for this all time.", with a little smirk on his face,
he asked, ", is he, Doki, jealous, do you think?"
"Yes, sure,", Meena whispered smiling into his eyes.
", but a little bit of jealousy wouldn't hurt the guy,", she said.
"Yes, you are right. " Jalal said.
As it went on, Meena and Jalal lose each other in their embrace. In time with the music, she
places her head on his chest. She could hear his heart beating over the loud music. Meena
closed her eyes and just focused on him. How good it feels to be in the arms of a master dance
partner, who knows how to lead you, she thought. How it feels so comforting and like home.
She wanted the moment to last forever.
His arms felt like she was home, and she felt so protected by his touch. It was as if a wall had been
build up around them both on the dance floor.
She looked up to see him looking at her. Once again gazing into each other's eyes.
She thought she would never forget the look on Jalal's face. She knew that he suffers and thinks
that he never will be able to meet her.
She knew that he loved her, infinitely and could give up everything for her.
She felt sorry for him for a moment and held him tighter.
She just knew that for him, time has little meaning with her by his side.
Meena never heard the music when it stopped.
Time had now burst this temporary bubble that surrounded the two of them.
Now, they were forced to go their separate ways.
Meena moved to their table without hesitation. She didn't want to see or feel Jalal’s pain
and suffering anymore, and as a result she become sadder than she already was at that moment.
She felt guilty towards Jalal. Although she had repeatedly stressed and shown from the
beginning that he could not expect or have a romantic, long-term relationship with her.
She showed that she liked and respected him, and perhaps had no sexual aversion to him.
But she never showed or mentioned love. She only loved him, her Nadir, Jalal knew should that too.
Everything else for her was just fleeting, beautiful moments of getting closer and enjoying the
presence of each other, which she always showed and emphasized to Jalal.
Nadir pushed the chair back for her and said, "a beautiful dance,"
Jala was also at the table now and sat down, "Thank you Meena, as always I enjoyed that."
"Me too, me too as always Jalal,", said Meena smiling," ,thank you, you really are a master, I hope you find the right dance partner
in the USA, it's a pity that you don't continue dancing!"
That was really their last dance. The night was over quickly They had to say
goodbye after half an hour.
Jalal's last sentence was, "See you tomorrow evening, bye."
Then he kissed her on the cheeks, and they parted ways.
* * *
Nadir’s Narration:
Friday evening, when we arrived at Jalal's palatial house with Mitra, we noticed that he had a
lot of prominent acquaintances. Many were from regional politics and business, even art.
Our university director was also there with guests and some professors we knew.
No one we knew from our faculty was there.
At the beginning, when she caught Jalal alone, she disappeared with him for only a short time,
maybe four or five minutes, into his library to give him our present.
I could imagine that they hugged each other tightly and even exchanged a romantic kiss for a minute
or two. But more would not have been possible, neither in terms of time nor place.
An Omega men's wristwatch with our home country's map drawn on the dial, was our present.
and a nice note; ‘ Dear pond master, Jalal, We Meena and Nadir, your friends, wish you all the best, health
and success in your new home. We hope to see you again soon.
Don't forget us because we won't forget you, either.
Meena & Nadir’
Interestingly, we also met our friend Major there, who apparently knew Jalal well from before.
We talked for a long time with him and also with Tahir and his girlfriend.
Jalal's son apparently did not want to attend in protest.
I estimate that there were around 120 guests invited. We were there until 11 pm.
During these almost four hours, my ladies, Meena and Mitra, did not separate from me.
I had the feeling the whole time that Mitra wanted to talk to me privately but did not get the chance.
I assumed that Meena probably informed her about the current situation between us and maybe
she wants to bring us back together.
* * *
Sunday Jalal flew away forever. We didn't go to airport because I was on emergency duty and
Meena didn't want to go without me.
That was it.
*End.*
Nadir’s Narration:
We didn't talk much about the topic in the days leading up to the weekend. The atmosphere
was somehow cold between us and besides I had a lot to do. Meena was often busy at work too.
She made a few calls from home on her cell phone, at least twice to Jalal and twice for a long
time to Mitra.
On Sunday, she informed me that Jalal, after his return on Tuesday, wanted to have dinner with usand
go dancing with her, in the club on Wednesday, as she put it, one last dance. On Friday
he would have a farewell party at his house with over hundred guests and is inviting us and Mitra.
Then the following Sunday he was flying to the USA, his new home.
She specifically mentioned that it didn't matter to her what I decide, she likes but to go but she didn't have to
be at both events. I should decide and it won't bother her if I say no. She wants me to be happy and
that this stupid situation between us would finally end.
I told her to answer yes, for both events, and we would accept both invitations and thank him for that.
In the meantime, I demanded her, to get a suitable and appropriate gift for him.
*
Meena’s Narration:
On Thursday evening the couple arrived at Jalal's favourite club in good time.
They saw Jalal chatting with someone from distance.
when they sat down at the table, Nadir looked for him, but Jalal disappeared out of sight.
Nadir stood up to washroom. Meena searches the room anxious to know where Jalal went
when he unexpectedly stopped by their table. He was standing adjacent to her and their eyes
briefly met.
As quickly as it happened, it vanished when Nadir moved across the table to greet him.
After the meal was eaten and dessert served, it was time for the dancing to start.
Nadir knew that Jalal wanted to begin to dance with her, but was surprised that Meena turned to
Jalal and said, "Shall we...?", and stood up.
The two dance partners moved towards the dance floor; Meena looked ravishing in her dress.
"How beautiful she looks there and she is mine," thought Nadir while watching her from the distance,
"How lucky I am to have her. She is so full of passion, in and out of the bed. I love this woman more
than anything. If I could only tell her how I feel just this moment." His mind wandered on and went to the last few
turbulent days that have somewhat affected their relationship, for sure it was temporarily and he knew that it would
soon be over, soon after Jalal left everything would calm down again.
Finally, Meena accepted and loved him as he was and is, with the highs and lows of his character.
Jalal tonight was holding back, one could say. He wanted Meena to come to him this time, Nadir
thought so and Meena guessed it too.
Normally Meena would turn around every few minutes while dancing and look at him, at Nadir,
or smiled at him. But this night she completely ignored him. She has not even turned to look at him
one time, since leaving the table. Nadir noticed how she was ignoring him.
Yes, he was getting a little jealous, as always, seeing Jalal holding and touching his girl. Even though he knew she
was his., but her ignorance annoyed him and as the this ignore moved on, the more it bothered.
Nadir guessed that for the dancing pair there, no other body exists at the moment. There were just the two of
them. He sensed Meena was secretly yearning for this moment all day.
He wanted to believe deep down that she was longing for dance, but now, he thought, was it not dance
at all but Jalal, feeling him, touching him…
Nadir was preoccupied with the thought of how randy and exciting and for him, highly satisfying
it would be if the old man could leave his wife alone emotionally and romantically, just enjoy the moment
and recognize Nadir's generosity and be happy with what he gets and not expecting anything more.
But on the other side, stood the old Jalal wanted Meena to separate from her beloved husband and start a
new life with him, what a stupid plan and illusion, especially towards Meena, nadir thought.
In the middle of a slow dance music, Jalal was in progress, finally and gradually, he gently held hand
to the side and then placed his hand around her waist. she reacted and gently placed her hand on
his back. They moved slowly to the sound of the music, not muttering a word. At first, there was a brief
distance between them as they dance. Then they moved so that distance soon became non-existent.
He looked at her as she at him and it seemed that nothing else mattered. Nadir thought, Jalal finally
had his moment, now with Meena in his arms.
"The final…" she whispered so only Jalal could hear.
Jalal leaned over and said " Yes, I have been waiting for this all time.", with a little smirk on his face,
he asked, ", is he, Doki, jealous, do you think?"
"Yes, sure,", Meena whispered smiling into his eyes.
", but a little bit of jealousy wouldn't hurt the guy,", she said.
"Yes, you are right. " Jalal said.
As it went on, Meena and Jalal lose each other in their embrace. In time with the music, she
places her head on his chest. She could hear his heart beating over the loud music. Meena
closed her eyes and just focused on him. How good it feels to be in the arms of a master dance
partner, who knows how to lead you, she thought. How it feels so comforting and like home.
She wanted the moment to last forever.
His arms felt like she was home, and she felt so protected by his touch. It was as if a wall had been
build up around them both on the dance floor.
She looked up to see him looking at her. Once again gazing into each other's eyes.
She thought she would never forget the look on Jalal's face. She knew that he suffers and thinks
that he never will be able to meet her.
She knew that he loved her, infinitely and could give up everything for her.
She felt sorry for him for a moment and held him tighter.
She just knew that for him, time has little meaning with her by his side.
Meena never heard the music when it stopped.
Time had now burst this temporary bubble that surrounded the two of them.
Now, they were forced to go their separate ways.
Meena moved to their table without hesitation. She didn't want to see or feel Jalal’s pain
and suffering anymore, and as a result she become sadder than she already was at that moment.
She felt guilty towards Jalal. Although she had repeatedly stressed and shown from the
beginning that he could not expect or have a romantic, long-term relationship with her.
She showed that she liked and respected him, and perhaps had no sexual aversion to him.
But she never showed or mentioned love. She only loved him, her Nadir, Jalal knew should that too.
Everything else for her was just fleeting, beautiful moments of getting closer and enjoying the
presence of each other, which she always showed and emphasized to Jalal.
Nadir pushed the chair back for her and said, "a beautiful dance,"
Jala was also at the table now and sat down, "Thank you Meena, as always I enjoyed that."
"Me too, me too as always Jalal,", said Meena smiling," ,thank you, you really are a master, I hope you find the right dance partner
in the USA, it's a pity that you don't continue dancing!"
That was really their last dance. The night was over quickly They had to say
goodbye after half an hour.
Jalal's last sentence was, "See you tomorrow evening, bye."
Then he kissed her on the cheeks, and they parted ways.
* * *
Nadir’s Narration:
Friday evening, when we arrived at Jalal's palatial house with Mitra, we noticed that he had a
lot of prominent acquaintances. Many were from regional politics and business, even art.
Our university director was also there with guests and some professors we knew.
No one we knew from our faculty was there.
At the beginning, when she caught Jalal alone, she disappeared with him for only a short time,
maybe four or five minutes, into his library to give him our present.
I could imagine that they hugged each other tightly and even exchanged a romantic kiss for a minute
or two. But more would not have been possible, neither in terms of time nor place.
An Omega men's wristwatch with our home country's map drawn on the dial, was our present.
and a nice note; ‘ Dear pond master, Jalal, We Meena and Nadir, your friends, wish you all the best, health
and success in your new home. We hope to see you again soon.
Don't forget us because we won't forget you, either.
Meena & Nadir’
Interestingly, we also met our friend Major there, who apparently knew Jalal well from before.
We talked for a long time with him and also with Tahir and his girlfriend.
Jalal's son apparently did not want to attend in protest.
I estimate that there were around 120 guests invited. We were there until 11 pm.
During these almost four hours, my ladies, Meena and Mitra, did not separate from me.
I had the feeling the whole time that Mitra wanted to talk to me privately but did not get the chance.
I assumed that Meena probably informed her about the current situation between us and maybe
she wants to bring us back together.
* * *
Sunday Jalal flew away forever. We didn't go to airport because I was on emergency duty and
Meena didn't want to go without me.
That was it.
*End.*
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