Hello all! *waves* Thanks so much for the wonderful comments! (Kimz, you'd better comment on this one, nahi toh.. *takes out belan*) I'm overwhelmed by the feedback, and really glad you all enjoyed the first part..
Now, this part is dedicated to Rinki, because I could not make her present on time for her birthday, so until then can you make do with this? (I juts realised how apt this part was for you anyways, cos it's got Preet in it!😆) Love you sweetie, hope you enjoy!
Don't forget to comment please! Your feedback helps me write better, and change my storyline so as to not give you another Kekta serial! 😆
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Na Jaane Kab Se Umeedein Kuch Baaki Hain
Mujhe Phir Bhi Teri Yaad Kyon Aati Hai
Na Jaane Kab Se
"So Preet, kuch pata chala?" Harman asked his brother as he entered his cabin.
"Nahin yaar, PB ka kuch pata nahin chala," Preet rubbed his face wearily.
Harman worriedly looked his brother over. They had all changed in the last year, but Preet had begun working himself hard. Harman knew his younger brother partially blamed himself for their Bhai's disappearance, and no matter what anyone else said, he threw himself into his work and into their search in order to redeem himself. 'And it's all Bauji's fault,' Harman thought to himself angrily, not for the first time.
>flashback<
"Tumhare waje se Prem ab iss duniya mein nahi raha!" Lalit thundered, pointing at Preet. Preet looked at his father in horror and Harman was sure an identical look adorned his face. Behind this spectacle, he could see Ash and Meher trying to comfort his hysterical mother. Meher's eyes caught his, and he silently thanked her. She sent him a small, sad smile in reply.
"Bauji -"
Preet was cut off as Lalit continued. "Tumne Prem ko Delhi bhijvaya tha na? Tum to kaam karma hi nahin chahte the, toh mera beta chala gaya Delhi. Sirf tumhare waje se Prem gaya tha!"
"Bauji, Prem jaana chahta tha," Heer's soft voice broke in. Harman had never been so relieved to hear his Bhabhi's voice, especially considering how close his younger brother was to breaking down at the accusation being levelled at him by their father. "Aap yeh jaante hain toh phir aap Preet ko kyun doshi maan rahe ho?"
"Heer beta, iss nalayak, iss Preet ki wajae se humara Prem humse bohot door chala gaya aur tum -"
"Bauji, main yeh nahin maanti ke Prem ab iss duniya mein nahin raha."
Harman and Preet stared at their Bhabhi in disbelief, mixed with hope. They had a connection, Prem Bhai and Heer Bhabhi. If Heer Bhabhi was saying that she felt that Bhai was alive than maybe, maybe he was.
"Heer puttar, main jaanta hun ke tum shock mein ho," Lalit began patronisingly.
"Nahin Bauji," Heer stood resolute. "Prem mara hua nahin hain. Yeh main yakeen se keh sakti hoon."
"Bhabhi," Preet sounded so hopeful.
"Tum chup raho," Lalit ordered angrily. Preet stopped, his head hanging. This hatred he felt from his father was new. He was used to disappointment and annoyance, but the utmost hatred he heard in his voice today hurt him. He was being accused of his PB's death. 'But Bhabhi says PB is alive.' Preet thought. 'Bhabhi would know.'
"Aap maane ya na maane Bauji, main maanti hoon ki Prem ko kuch nahi hua hai."
"Heer yeh namumkin hain."
"Yehi sach hain," Heer stated.
"Harman beta, tu isse samjha," Lalit turned to his more sensible son. But he was to be disappointed.
"Agar Bhabhi yeh keh rahi hai, ke Bhai theek hain, toh phir Bhai theek hi hoga."
Lalit stared at him in shock. "Harman, tu?"
"Haan Bauji, main yeh maanta hoon ki agar Bhai ko kuch ho jaata, toh Bhabhi ko pata hota. Sabse pehle Bhabhi ko pata chalta."
Meher looked on proudly at her friend as he defended both his brother and her sister. This was why she had fallen in love with him. While he usually listened to his father, he had once admitted to her that he did disagree with him. He was just never verbal about it. But this had to do with Prem Jiju, and Meher knew that for Prem, his brothers could go to the ends of the earth. Standing up to his father was nothing.
>end flashback<
"Preet, shayed PB India mein nahin hai," Harman voiced something that had been bothering him for awhile. They had scoured the major cities in India extensively before searching the more obscure parts, but to no avail. "Maybe we should broaden our scope."
Preet nodded slowly. "Yeh main bhi soch raha tha. Par kaise? Hume kisi ek ko supervise karna padega, but which one of us can leave?"
"Yeh hum ghar ja ke bhi discuss kar sakte hain." Harman grinned slightly then as he recalled Heer's anger at Preet. "Vaise Bhabhi tujhse phir se naraaz hai."
The grin turned into chuckles and then outright laughter as Preet groaned melodramatically.
Door Jitna Bhi Tum Mujhse, Paas Tere Main
Ab Toh Aadat Si Hai Mujhko Aise Jeene Mein
Zindagi Se Koyi Shikwa Hi Nahi Hai
Ab Toh Zinda Hoon Main Iss Neele Aasmaan Mein
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btw, the blue bits were flashbacks, just in case you didn't get the colour change 😃
Hope you enjoyed!
Love,
Radz
Edited by Anhdara13 - 15 years ago
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