FF: Hamara Pyaar*(NOTE; pg 112; 3rd oct)* - Page 26

She remained rooted in her spot in her spot, unable to move. Her heart started to race in her chest showing signs of breaking through her rib cage and [popping out. Her breath too came out as short gasps. All she could do was bless the Pooja ki thali, whose width now remained the distance between them.

"who… ah…pr..pr..prem I figured you were in the shower and …ah..i..uh figured ill come back later", mumbled heer." I …me…mean….umm….i didn't wanna disturb you", said heer trying to lie.

"come back later, didn't wanna disturb or were you just trying to run away??", he whispered, seeing right through her lie." Anyways im here now", he continued.

It was like insult to an injury, first last nights fiasco and now this.damn him he could see right through her!! feeling ashamed for lying heer just looked down pretending to fix the Pooja thali. Feeling the need she quickly though of giving him the Prasad and getiing out of this sticky situation she took the Prasad to give it to him.

Instead of taking it from her hand he simply held on to her wrist and directed it toward his mouth. Shocked heer looked up at him, but as destiny had it, heers limbs didn't fuction properly around this certain someone. She stood their to see him eat the Prasad from her hand and even feed the rest to her while caressing her hair.

A single tear dropped from her eye. She could bear it, she just couldn't. he was right their in front of , but still he wasn't hers. He was doing all these things which she had dreamt of but still there was a part of her that asked her to back away. She felt cheated , she felt like she was cheating her self and him, cheating herself for letting him do this to her, for letting her give in to him and cheating him for not completely being his when he touched her.

Instantly she felt a hand wiping away her tears while the other removing the thali from her hand and pulling her into a hug.

"prem…." ,

"sshhhh…….dont say anything" replied prem and pulled her closer.

Finally catching on with what was happening, heer pulled away. As much as she wanted to stay there and cry in his arms, her ego wouldn't let her.

She didn't want to show how much his 'leaving her' had affected her even though it was fairly obvious.

Faintly hearing the door bell she untangled herself from his arms and wiped her tears, she didn't want Meher to see her in such a mess. Walking down the stairs she realized that she needed to stay away from prem. Go far away as possible.

But didn't realize that preet there had seen this whole scene.

"Running away again??", accused a voice in her head.

"No I just need my space …… and some time", she replied defensivly

"Lady, you've had 4 yrs of time and space and we both know its wrong to give him hope!!! besides u cant deny there is a part of you that wants to be with him!!

" oh heer thank god maine tumese subah subah mil gaya. I have this big meeting to attend and you definetly seem to be my luck charm"babbled Harman taking the Prasad ."you know ever since uve come sab kuch accha hi ho rsaha hai mere saath….."he kept babbling. To preoccupied to listen heer just ran down the stairs…. Running his hand through his hair Harman thought smiling ,"sharma gayee"

"no there isn't!!!" (mentally)screamed heer.

"then why is it that ur aways lost around him??" questioned the voice

"i…uh.l"said heer who was at a loss of words

"heer u hav to face him and tell him what u really want…….which we both know is a RELATIONSHIP!!!!!!!!!", said a fri=ustated voice

"bloody hell!!! There cant be a relationship, there wont be a relationship", snapped back heer

" why heer why?? Because you don't want to or because your too scared to???demanded the voice

"I don't want to have this conversation right now, I have better things to do… for instance meet meher",snapped back heer

putting on a smile she ran to the door and hugged her sister.

"dddddddiiiiiiii", meher screamed excitedly

but as though is an instant all that happiness dies, she could feel her sisters pain and confusion. Her eyes were slightly swollen.

Was she crying??but why?? Shes not the emotional types to start crying because she s seeing me after a while?? Whoever made her cry is gonna pay…..big time

" di aap…." tried asking meher but was cut off when gaya3 came in

"arre meher, kitne din hogye tujhe dekhe. We missed u sooooo much beta. Kitni patli hogayo hain?? Tu naa aapne bilkul khayal nahin rakhti….." she went on

" maa mein bilkul theek hoon aap bevajah meri chinta karti hain", said meher

"mmmmmmeeeeeeeehhheeeeeerrrrrrr", came veera screaming down the stairs and hugged her." omg its been years since I saw you, god I hav soo much to tell you….."

hearing the obvios commotion everybody came down

"veera before you and meher start your never ending chatter, isse sab se mil to lene do!!" said gaya3

" meher beta, inse milo yeh hai mera sabse chota aur shaitaan beta preet",said gaay3 pointing at him

preet, who noramally would have been really hyper to meet her was very distant as he was preoccupied with the scene that had earlier unfolded upstairs and mumbled "hi", but went unnoticed by everyone

"aur yeh hai mera doorsa beta harman and mera sabse bada beta prem, prem juneja", she said

instantly mehers eyes shot up to see this 'prem juneja' and seeing her sisters eyes downcast suddenly everything fit into place

he was THE prem juneja. Heer di's prem juneja.

"Shit man shit", thought meher

"so …. Uh when did u guys come??,"prodded meher to figure out how long exactly had her sister being enduring this torture.

"oh… just a few days", replied Harman trying his best to impress 'the sister'

"oh ..now that we all are introduced and acquainted can meher and I now pllllllllsss go", asked veera much to mehers dismay.

It was around late afternoon when everyone finally went to their respective rooms

Heer was lying down on the divan next to her window and gazing at nothing. She was lost somewhere in her old world. She didn't even realize when meher entered the room. She quietly went and sat next to heer and simply hugged her. she knew it was torture to see prem again and that too like this.

"im sorry", said meher

"for what??", asked a surprised heer

"for not being there for you", replied meher while hugging her

"don't be silly meher, its not your fault……its not anyones fault, its just fate", trailed heer

"its tough isn't it….seeing him?"asked meher

" yeah… it is , but I need to get stay away from him….i uhh"said heer but was cut off when meher said,"but u still love him!!......its written all over ur face",

"lets just chuck it….. its diwali tomorrow …have you figured out what to wear??" asked heer changing the topic.

She knew she had to deal with all thos…but not now…she wasn't running away she was just procrastinating she argued with herself.

The rest of the day was spent by meeting more and more relatives who kept pouring in.it so happened the the annual juneja diwali bash was indeed a occasion looked forward to by everyone. People from length and breadth of the country came.

Everyone was really nice except this certain chachi of theirs who had a really sharp tongue and a disapproving attitude towards heer and meher.

Heer who was on a look out to stay away from prem thought of a perfect idea to get out of the juneja mansion. She waited for the right moment to enter gaya3s room when everyone else was busy

"maa??" called out her before entering gaya3s room

"haan heer kuch kaam tha kya??" asked gaya3 who was arranging some clothes.

"woh maa..main.." said heer while fidgeting with her dupatta. "bol na heer.. kya baat hai??"inquired gaya3

"who main. Itne mehmaan aa rahe hain and theres soo much work going on so meher and I thought if we could go back to our place so u know it could ease stuff around here. I mean itna kaam hai aur oopar se itne saare loog….we just ", said heer. "bol di jo bolna tha??"said gaya3 mildly agryily

"maa bulati hain naa mujhe to itna paraya kaise kar diya??

"maa …who", tried heer

" main kuch nahin sunna chati , ghar mein itne log hop to kya hua, yeh ghar jitna prem, Harman,preet ,veera ya kulraaj ka hai utna tumhara aur meher ka bhi hai.tum meri beti ho. Koi bojh nahin. Samji " she said sternly."aur aisi baat apne muh say kabhi mat kehna warne main sach mein naraaz ho jaoongi".

"ji maa", said heer holding her ears

DIWAALI

Everyone was busy since morning. Heer tried to avoid prem as much as possible, much to his diamay.

Heer along with meher,kulraaj and veera made a beautiful rangoli.

After lunch everyone retired to their rooms to catch some sleep before the evening. Heer , who was just checking iout some last minute arrangements saw preet sprawled on the sofa sleeping soundly.

"preet bhi naa", she muttered to herself and walked toward the closet to pull out a pillow and comforter and put it on him.

This didn't go unnoticed dby prem who was seeing this from bis 1^st floor bedroom.

Stuff like this kept reminding him how caring, understanding , and thgoughfukl she was. Making him fall deeper in love with her.

Prem realized that if heer wasn't gonna make a move then he was. He had to tell her that he still cared for her. that he still loved her… even if all that he got in return was an icy retort . he needed to say this aloud, he needed to get this out.

By evening everyone was ready. Heer was wearing a deep read anarkali with matching jewelry looking simply beautiful. Meher ,veera,kulraaj too looked gorgeous in their designer oufits all picked by gaya3.

The men folk too wer'nt behind looking dashing in their sherwanis, prems being one in black and beige.

Even though prem was taken aback when he saw heer, he didn't show it , he walked past her as though she was a wall. Unknowingly as it did, somewhere deep down it did hurt her that he didn't take notice of her.

"heer inse milo, yeh hai mr. singhal, hamare bohat purane dost hai, aur yeh hai unki beti ssanjana,prem ki buohat acchi dost hai", intri=oduced gaya3

"namaste" replied heer politlely

"hi heer right??", asked sanjana "gaya3 aunty bas tumhare bare mein hi baat kar rahi thi, waise where's prem??"

"sanjuuuuuuuu", prem came screaming and hugged her,"god its been years since I saw", he said still embracing her.

"how are you??",he asked her pulling apart but still catching on to her arms.

That pulled a string in heers heart. Their proximity bugged her. jealousy was on the rise.

There are waaaaaaaayyy to close than friendship permits. Why on earth cant she move away!!

Not wanting to show her anger/jealousy, she politely excused herself only to bump into Harman.

"oh hi heer….god you look amazing today", he said

if only someone else said that lr atleast felt it she thought looking at prem from the corner of her eye.

"thanks Harman, ur really sweet, besides you look great yourself today", said heer in an attempt to sound polite

Score Harman she thinks you look good today

The diwali bash was in full swing

Preet , meher, and veera dance to all the latest hindi songs

Soon everyone was on the dance floor. Preet had pulled heer on the dance floor too, though initially hesitant as time passed heer was grooving to the tunes.

Prem who was still hanging around with sanjana was admiring heer from a distance. He hadn't really seen this side to her, where she cared damn bout the world and did her own thing. He had always had her edgy and icy around him. It was honestly a relief to see her like his and made a mental note to thank preet later. But in a jet flash his smile when down the drain when he saw some guys asking for a dance. Even though he was a guest and probably a distant familt friend without any aim of causing harm to her, jealousy rose up in prem.

He could'nt deal with seeing her with someone else. With anger rising in him he dragged sanjana to the dance floor ignoring her protests. Keep as close as he could, prem (along with sanjana) tried to ward of as many men as possible. He didn't want anyone eyeing his lady love.

But prem needed answers …….fast. he was beging to loose control. Scared that he might do something. He wanted to know, he needed to know the truth about heer. Well more like about manmeet.why wasn't he around , why wasn't she wearing any any signs showing her married. It was a beacon of hope. He prayed that he wasn't a part of her life, but it scared him ….. if he wasn't a part of her life then what did she do all these years ??? was she on her own??? Who supported her?? was there someone else??

Slowly the guests had began to leave, leaving behind a few couples on the dance floor. Preet was dancing with some girl as were there some others. Heer who thought of leaving was suddenly pulled back and stopped centimeters before someone's broad chest…..his chest. She looked up shocked, and felt his hand go around her waiste, pulling her closer. Prem was there , standing in front of her, looking slightly angry and yet determined. She knew or rather understood his intensions, he wanted answers…..but why was he angry???

He felt her stiffen against him, her hands reached his chest almost telling him to stay away. She barely could talk to him in privacy, a public conversation was out of the question. She tried to move away, but felt his grip tighten around her waist.

"let me go prem…pls", she begged

" we need to talk heer", he whispered back angrily

"and we will…. Just not here… not now…..let me go prem…people are looking", she begged desperately.

"I don't care", he said a little too loudly than intended.

"and you never have….not once", she said a bit too harshly, hurt evident in her eyes.

Clearly understanding that heer wasn't referring to the current situation, he let go of her, guilt pilling up in him.

Heer walked as fast as possible, hoping to get lost in the crowd. But still looking back to see if he's following her.

Accidentally she walked into prems chachi and spilled her drink.

"ss..ssorry chachi, im soo sorry", said heer slightly frightened, yet moving forward to help her.

"stay away from me", replied sungandha chachi

"pata nahin, kaha kaha se aa jate hai??, dekh ke nahin chal sakti kya??

Meri itni mehengi saari ka satyanash kar diya, abb isse theek karane ke liye paise kon tera baap dega??"

Tears immediately stung heers eyes which she refused to shed

"oh sorry tum to annat ho na, accha hai kisi ameer ghar mein theka laga do, very convenient. issi chera ke saath tum gaya3 ki laadli ban gayee ho naa,ki who tumhare khilaf a sabd bhi nahin sunegi. Ey ladki ek baat acchi tarah se samaj le , gaya3 ko tujh par zarror taras aaye hai p[ar mujh par is naatak ka koi asar nahin hai. Jitney jaldi hoo iss ghar se nikal jao!!! Don't over stay your welcome. Besides pata bhi nahin kit umm sach much anaat ho ya ……….."she left the implication in the air.

Prem who had indeed followed heer only heard the last bit of the conversation.

Chachi would have to pay……….big time

But he knew heer was hurt, not because of what chachi told her but because of what she said about her parents.

Bitting back his retort for later prem walked past chachi to go to the one place he knew he would find her…… the terrace.

"heer??", he called out softly opening the door and saw her huddled in a corner with her back to him.

"heer", he called out again keeping his hand on her shoulder

in a reflex movement heer yanked his arm of her shoulder, but all he saw were her blood shot red teary eyes……..

PRECAP

"heer?? Yeh bags?? Kahan jaa rahi ho??", asked a surprised gaya3

"ma ……. Im leaving", responded heer

Amana

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yipeeeeeeeeee ist to read👏

Originally posted by: riks1

yipeeeeeeeeee ist to read👏

well thank god aamana you updated........ you left us at a cliffhanger last time...... well this updare was superb.... will wait eagerly for the next one love vandana

Originally posted by: amanaranjan

hi vandana di

thanks ssssssssooooo much for reading

u left us in a cliffhanger in ur ff......not fair

ill try to update asap

amana