Chapter 15
~2 Months Later~
"Prem? Tum kahan ho?" I enquire leaving a message on his cell-phone. Pata nahin kyun but nowdays Prem is acting a weird. He doesn't talk to me and sometimes doesn't even answer my phone calls. I have to tell him something important. We both had a big decission to make. Suddenly the doorbell rings and I enthusiastically open the door, in the hopes of it being Prem, just to see my hopes being banished like a house after a fire.
"Heer!" Sameer says, as he enters my house.
"Sameer?" I ask, confused. "What are you doing here?"
"Look Heer, I know it will hurt you, but I got something to tell you. Prem doesn't love you. He had never loved you." Sameer states boldly, while I try to cope up with the fact about what he had just stated.
"What" Why do you say that? How can you say that?" I ask, completely shocked by Sameer's statement.
"I know, I know. You are feeling bad Heer, but this is the truth. It was all a bet. Prem never loved you. You were just a bet for him. A bet." Sameer re-states.
"Bet?" I ask, my eyes getting moist.
Sameer nods his head. "Yes Heer. 3 months ago, Rishabh and Prem had a bet. The bet was that Prem would get you to say the words "I love you" and spend a night with you...hope you get what I mean. I tried to stop Prem many times, and that is why I wanted you to dance with me...I wanted to protect you from him. But I didn't know it would turn out like this. I didn't know that he would do what he said. I knew Prem was a player, but I didn't know he would do something like that. I never expected him to hurt you Heer. The whole time, I tried to warn Prem not to do anything stupid with you, but when I found out that you truely loved him, I didn't have no choice, but to leave you guys alone. And today, when I saw him romancing with another girl, I just couldn't help it! I just couldn't help thinking about what you must be going through." Sameer explains to me, with a high degree of disgust in his voice.
I just stay mum, trying to seep everything in. Prem. My Prem. Tears streamed down my eyes. This was a dream. It had to be a dream. Prem could never do anything like this. He was different. "No Sameer. Prem can never do anything like this. Prem is not that kind of a guy." I tell Sameer.
Sameer holds my arms, trying to convince me that what he said was the ultimate truth, while I keep shaking my head. Disagreeing with him.
"Heer, you need to listen to me! I saw Prem with another girl...and why would I lie about my friend??" Sameer says, pleading me to believe him.
"No! No! No! I need to see it with my own eyes." I state, still positive that whatever Sameer was saying, was a lie. It HAD to be a lie. Prem couldn't do this now. Not when I was pregnant. He just can't do this. I trust him more then myself.
"Fine! You need proof Heer? I will show you proof!" Sameer says, dragging me out of my house and putting me in his car, and driving me straight to Prem's house.
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"Come Heer, come here and look for yourself." Sameer says, slowly opening the door to Prem's bedroom. I close my eyes for a minute, praying that whatever Sameer was saying would be a lie. I slowly open my eyes to see Prem...under his sheet covers, and beside him was Ria. His old girlfriend. A feeling of horror, disgust and anger spreads over me. My jaw drops open as I see the guy that I commited to 2 months ago, lying there with another girl. Tears stream down my eyes, and before Sameer could say another word, I stream out of Prem's room and his life. That day, when I came to know I was pregnant, I was ashamed of myself. My friend, she was right. All these popular guys were the same. They wanted the same thing. That week, I stayed locked in my house. Loosing on to my friend's circle. Sameer tried to call me a couple of times, but I didn't answer the phone. Prem didn't call me once. Was I that much of a useless peice of junk to him now?
Flashback Ends
"Kya tumhe pata hai Prem, for 3 years, 3 years, I felt like one of them. I felt used. I was pregnant Prem. I was pregnant with your child. I didn't have the courage to face anyone that whole time, because I was ashamed of myself. Ashamed that I couldn't protect myself from your evil deeds. Isiliye, I moved houses. I moved towns. I became mad thinking about you and thinking again and again about what I did wrong that I was faced with this. It hurt Prem. It hurt. And now, I am back. Back to torture you. Back to see your band fail. Back to see your dreams shatter like mine did. You will pay for everything you did to me Mr. Prem Juneja. You will pay." I tell him. My anger and hatered purely visible. I wanted to yell at him. I wanted to cause him pain, because he deserved it.
"Heer...mujhe nahin pata tha ki yeh sab..." he tries to argue with me, trying to convince me, but I fell for it once, and wouldn't fall for it again. This time he will pay for what he did.
"Enough Prem. I am not here to hear any excuses. This band of yours, it is a big dream, isn't it? Well, then congratulations. Hope you enjoy seeing your band break and shatter in million little peices." I say.
"This is not an excuse god dammit. What you know is just part of the story. You just believed what that monster Sameer told you. I know the real story Heer. If you think what you went through was not enough, you should think about me. You don't know what kind of lies Sameer said to me. " he tells me.
"Whatever Prem. Don't you dare say anything about my would-to-be-husband." I tell him.
"What? Husband? You and Sameer...are getting married?" he says, as if the words Sameer and husband had just sparked a fire in him.
"Yes. Husband. We are getting married in 1 month. Aur tumhe pata hai kya Prem, atleast he is proving to be a much better life partner then you." I say, increasing the fire, just a little bit.
"You cannot get married to him Heer. You have got to think about our child Heer. Our child needs me, not some loser as it's father. That is my child Heer, not his." he tells me, angerly.
"Child? Which child Prem? The child that was never born?" I lie to him.
"What? What do you mean by never born?" he asks, confused.
"I aborted your child Prem. Since I had already left you, I wanted nothing to do with you. That child...it kept reminding me of you...and I didn't want that." I tell him.
"Heer..." Prem tries to talk with me, while I don't listen.
"Good luck on trying to save your band Prem. Competition is in 2 days."
A disgusted and sad Prem turns his back to me, and starts to leave, when he turns around and faces me. "Heer, After Sameer told you the lie about me not loving you, and you believed him didn't you think it was necessary to confront me? Ask me what he said was right or wrong?" He asks me, as if asking him would have made anything better.
"Even if I did confront you, what difference would it make? You are the one that lied to me in the first place, so why wouldn't I believe Sameer? You never even cared about me this much to tell me about the bet, he did. He told me what your real intentions were, so of course, I'd believe him over you. At least he was not as cheap as you. At least he had some self respect for himself, and at least cared about me. Prem, if you were in my place, what would have you done? What if someone told you that I slept with another guy and had an affair with someone else. What would you do?" I question him, wanting to see his expression.
Prem puts his hands in the air. "You know what, this is what I was told by your so called 'angel' Sameer, I was told that you DIED in a car crash. And worst then that, I was told that you started to like someone else. I didn't believe him. I trusted you enough to believe him." Prem tells me, as if I would have believed Sameer if he didn't have proof.
"Wah Prem! Stop making up some useless stories. I am glad you didn't believe him, but how would I not believe him. The bet. It was true, wasn't it? The bet was a truth, and after that, how would I have not believed every word I said. I saw you sleeping with another girl Prem. I had enough proof to to know who was guilty and what not." I tell him, not hiding any of my pain from him.
"Heer, you changed so much." he says, as if I already didn't know.
"All thanks to you Prem. All thanks to you." I tell him, thanking him for changing me into something that I wasn't.
Prem turns his back towards and I could see tears sliding down his eyes. As much as I hated to see him in pain, he needed this. He needed to be equal to my pain. Prem walks over to the door and slams it open, walking out, leaving the door to move close.
End of Chapter 15
