HEY! I'm so happy, I only have one more paper left! And that's on the 24th.. 😃 So I had said that I would update on Friday, and today is Friday! YAY! 😆 Will probably update every Friday from now on.. As far as possible anyways.. Because I still have to write out the next few parts and get my friend to proofread it for me.. So enjoy!
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Tere Bin Dil Mera Lage Kahin Na
Tere Bin Jaan Meri Jaye Kahin Na
Kitne Zamane Baad O Rabba
Yaad Tu Aaya, Yaad Tu Aaya
"Sanjana!" Prem called. "Sanjana, hume der ho rahi hain!"
"Aa rahi hoon," his fiancee called back. "Bas do minute."
Prem shook his head in exasperation. For some reason, he was feeling very excited to go to India. As far as he knew, which was frankly not very far, he had never been to India. But he got the feeling that he was going back home. He knew intellectually that he and Sanjana were only going to India for a short while for some work, but he believed that India held the answers to all his questions.
"Okay, chale?" Sanjana asked, standing in front of him in a pair of jeans and a fitted top. He saw a brief flash of a salwar kameez wearing woman smiling at him sweetly as she asked the same. As soon as it had come, the image was gone, leaving him to wonder if he had imagined it. It wasn't the first time he had seen this girl in these short flashes. She invaded his dreams as well.
He was quiet throughout the car ride to the airport, trying to figure out who this girl was. Her name escaped him. It was there, at the fringes of his mind but the more he tried to catch it, the further it seemed to slip from his grasp. He tuned out Sanjana's chatter as he pondered over why dreamt about this young woman. Her eyes were something he could drown in. Her smile seemed to beckon him, calling him to her. It was a smile he liked to believe was reserved for him alone, which was ridiculous considering he couldn't name her. Sometimes her hair would be tied up, sometimes left open, but always inviting him to run his hands through it. Whenever he dreamt of her, he felt complete.
'But who is she? What relation do I have with her? And why do I feel I'll find her in India?' He scoffed silently. 'What are the chances of that?'
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Heer listened to her family debate their next step, her chin resting on her hand. They all had valid points but they wanted her advice. Where the search for Prem was concerned, they all held her thought above all and every other thing. Logic and reason notwithstanding, even Veera gave more importance to what Heer believed about Prem. Veera, who once upon a time hated her and everything she represented. Veera, whose engagement with Rishab Rampal had broken just hours before the wedding. Veera, whose parents had been ready to disown after finding out she was pregnant.
>flashback<
Lalit looked murderously at his youngest child. He was shocked and appalled that his little girl, his laadli could do such a thing.
"Bauji," Veera pleaded, crying uncontrollably, "Bauji, uss ne - uss ne mujhe dhokha diya - maine socha - main socha ke voh mujhe - voh mujhe pyar karta hai - voh mujhse shaadi karega. Par uss ne - uss ne mujhe dhokha diya Bauji."
Her broken sobs and pleads did nothing to calm his temper. He was at the end of his rope. He had lost his eldest son, something that had affected Gayatri's health tremendously. His remaining sons were firm in their belief that Prem was alive, despite evidence to the contrary. On top of all that, his daughter, his unmarried daughter was pregnant.
"Mujhe kuch nahin suna hai Veera," Lalit said before he walked off. He saw Heer pick the sobbing girl off the floor, hugging her close and murmuring words of comfort as she ran her fingers lovingly through Veera's hair. Even if no one else understood him, Heer did. She saw his helplessness in the face of his wife's ill health, in why he had sent her with Kulraj and her family to Canada. She saw him wanting to believe her words, her faith, but not finding the strength. She knew Prem had been his strength. Harman's breach of his trust in not telling him the truth of his relationship with Meher and Maya had also cut him very deep, and he was tired. She knew he could not take much more. She knew his heart could not take much more. So he was not at all surprised when she came into his room later that night and told him quietly that whatever decision he took, she promised to take care of his family. Of their family. He left for Canada the following day.
Heer had kept her promise. Veera had gotten married to Nihaal, who had respected her from the beginning and accepted her child as well. She had also begun the bridging of the gap between father and children, though they all knew things would never be completely mended.
>end flashback<
"I don't think it is necessary to broaden our search," Heer spoke, effectively bringing the discussion to an end. She didn't even realise what she had said out loud until she noticed everyone looking at her. Even little Angad was quiet.
"Bhabhi, aap ko lagta hai ke Bhai India mein hai?" Veera asked quietly. She rarely spoke loudly these days, having grown introverted since Lalit had left India.
"Nahin," Heer replied.
"Phir Bhabhi -" Preet exchanged confused glances with the others.
"Voh khud yahaan aayega," Heer stood up. Walking towards Prem's photo, she continued completely confident of what she was saying. "Woh aa raha hai."
'He's coming home.'
Har Bebasi Mein, Is Zindagi Ne
Tujh Ko Hi Chaha, Tujh Ko Hi Manga
Jin Raston Se Guzra Yeh Dil Tha
Manzil Mili Na Pyaar Na Paya
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As in the last part, the blue bit is a flashback! Do comment! I love reading your feedback!
Love,
Radz
Edited by Anhdara13 - 15 years ago
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