FF: Hamara Pyaar*(NOTE; pg 112; 3rd oct)* - Page 43

Chapter 18

"WHAT", prem spat out ," sh- she didn't marry him??"

"obviously she didn't!!! do you see manmeet hanging around her neck???", asked meher sarcastically.

Of course!! This explains everything! Yes! No sindoor, no ring , no mangalsutr, no marriage!! I cant believe I couldn't put two and two together. God!! Prem your dumb! Heers not married, she not his, she's not anyone's. She's mine, she always was.

Meher went on to tell him everything . from their move to Ambala, bombay and finally new york. Prem, even though he knew that he was the cause of the upheaval in their lives couldn't be more surprised at how well they had done despite their trouble. It was like some one had grabbed his heart out of his chest, thrown it on the floor and ruthlessly stamped all over it.

Guilt flooded in him, but everything had a flipside , and here it was heer emerging as a stronger and confident person. It had taken prem by surprise how a shy, quiet girl could be so …umm…well …not-so-shy-and-quiet. This isde of heer intrigued him.

Meher launched into a monologue, not once waiting for his reaction, it almost sounded rehersed, evidently she'd been waiting for a REALLY long time to say this.

Though prem was really not listening. His brain seized to register any after -- Heer di didn't marry manmeet!!! She …. We ran AWAY!!".

I promise heer, to you more than me, I will make you mine, I will if that's the last thing I do. Im gonna start afresh. If im the reason for your misery then im gonna be the one to bring that smile back, to fill those wounds, to love you like no one has or ever will. I swear heer from today you better watch out for prem juneja…..cause I see a change in the winds…

After what seemed like 100 sunlit days meher stopped, he voice with was all along wonder somewhere near unbearable frequiencies, lowered a great deal to a softer, sincere ,caring and not to mention hearable scale.

"… but the day I saw you, here, in this house , everything, all my hatred, all by anger … everything just drained. And slowly before I could even realize it all just drained out or maybe even replaced by respest. I couldn't relate to you as the person who broke my sister's heart. It just seemed impossible, it… I don't know. I mean your like the perfect son, the perfect brother and everything that goes with it. Every person in this family adores you, respects you. Your everything that heer di said you were. Honestly, I cant figue why would you even have done. It—it just doesn't seem like you. ", she sighed, " you were a fool to leave her and you'll be a bigger one if you don't go get her", she smiled

Okay so first she yells at me and makes me feel like the most horrid person on earth and now she asks me to go and 'get' her sister??? Is it just me, because I don't get this!!!

Walking out of the room she added," oh and you better have something better than im-sorry-please-forgive-me up your sleeve"..

Whisking her ponytail she walked out leaving prem in his confused state.

"so did you ever plan on telling me this...or was I supposed to sniff it out??"', asked preet with his hands crossed over his chest, one eyebrow raised, scrunching up his nose for added effect.

"preet i… preet who", stuttered prem with guilt written all over the place. In all this mess he really hadn't told anyone, though he did owe preet an apology, if anyone should have known, it would be him. He had done nothing but help him all the while in London.

"yeah im listening…",replied preet moodily

"preet everything just happened so fast that.. I .. I just couldn't ….tell you...im sorry", he trailed off in a small voice

"you know how bad I felt, ive done nothing but help you but all I got in return was my self dignity being hurt!!", preet huffed

"huh?", asked bewildered prem.

He had expected something on the lines of – how disowned preet felt, or aapne mujhe paraya kar diya, or you don't trust me--- basically something kinda melodramatic from preets end. But self dignity?? That some how didn't ring a bell.

" ofcourse PB!! Self dignity!! Aapne net oh mujhe kuch bataya nahin, to mujhe, preet juneja,ko, chori chipe…un saas bahu serials ke female leads ke tarah door ke peeche reh kar aapke baate sunni padi.", he exclaimed digustedly," Imagine if some came to know, that, me, poor old cool preet juneja, had to snoop around like a 'bahu'"he added horrified, " meri reputation ki toh…..", he finished dramatically.

"preet ….", said prem suppressing a laugh.

" par PB aap tension mat lo…. Hum bhabi ko… I mean heer did ko manna lenge, after main hoo na", preet said excitedly

Prem went and hugged preet. He was so glad that there was someone he could rely on.

"and PB ek kaam ki baat batao…. Actually its kinda fun to eaves drop…. No wonder those women do it…. I swear its highly entertaining", preet continued with his eyes shining

"preet!!!", prem said shaking his head.

Though its always nice to have some support but prem knew that winning back heer was easier said than done.