hi shika sorry for late iam a very lazy girl😳...finally i read all the missed parts😛
last pt awesome part 👏.ash feelings u explained r superb specially reg preet soo sweet.oh god its all happenned bcoz of veera😡..nice twist..loved it ...what will happen now ...eagerly waiitng for nxt pt..
and here my small😳 comments for ur longer updates.as u didn't mentioned chap no.😕 i quoted all missed chapters😳
Originally posted by: shikha87
She looks so unwell. Her skin is tinged almost a shade of grey, and her eyes have
lost all their sparkle, like hunching over the toilet and retching so bad has
taken everything she had out of her. Her vomit matted her hair, and the way she
whimpered proved she was feeling sluggish and very unattractive. But even with the
stench of her ill-feeling hanging in the air, to me she was still so very
beautiful. That's why I thought nothing on tenderly wiping residue from her cheek,
my fingertips poised on her warm flesh. It felt so wonderful to me, but Meher
exposed no emotion. Instead she flinches when I touched her look said it all, she
stills remembers me even if is for disgust or hatred at least she remembers me and
that it all matters. Maybe when we get together she will gradually start to love
me all over again, like I love her.
"Harman," she states coldly. "What the hell you are doing here?" I look at her
point at the stain that she has gotten in her face as she just stares at me like I
don't matter to her anymore. Don't I? "I heard you being sick so thought that you
might need help..."
"I'm not a child." Her sudden response cached me by surprise and I want so badly
to laugh at that. But her eyes are so empty, it just isn't funny. "No, I know."
And I honestly thought that would be it. But she's not finished. "No, I think you
must have me confused with Maya-"
I knew then this was going to be something big. It was strange, but the way her
voice was so calm meant she was going to become so angry. Over Maya. Yes, it was
the thought of Maya that her eyes flare with such anger. So I took a deep breath
and prepared myself to listen to her as she goes on how I becomes so insensitive
that I forgot that now I'm not talking top my brother's wife but nothing matters
to me now. The hint of jealousy was enough for me to know that she loved me still.
"Maya-"
"You know, I thought that maybe just maybe you might have changed but nope like
always its you who decides the stupid little games and we just need to follow the
rules. Does it feel good Harman; did I get enough pain that you wanted me to
suffer from sweetheart? Does it feel nice seeing me in this state? Well does it?!"
No Meher, it doesn't. I just want you to stop. Don't waste your tears on me, I
don't deserve them. You know I don't. I just want you to forgive just let me love
you.
Because we both knew this is what I wanted out of Meher. If I couldn't come right
out and say of my own accord that by abandoning her I had made the single biggest
mistake of my life, then she would have to give me reason to say it.
I don't move an inch from where I am sat, just inches across from her. "You're
ranting." I tell her, trying to force it into her mind. She doesn't want to tell
me this, because I can't listen.
"Of course I'm f**king ranting you prick!" she whispers. There's such passion in
her voice, I'm unnerved. "You know why that is? You are the last person that I
ever wanted to see but then it has become an habit for you hasn't it? Move onto
another man's wife until you break them… misuse anyone even if they are your own
family." She stills whispers but I can hear all.
She's bitter and she's angry, which is so understandable, and at least we're
talking about it. A lot more loudly than I would have hoped, and secretly I am
worried that Meher will wake everyone in the house. That is one confronation I
don't want to referee. But I can't say anything, for fear she will just clam up,
refuse to tell me ever again what goes on inside that head of hers, what she
chooses to torture herself with night after night. And maybe, just maybe, what I'm
praying for is true, really true. That she is torturing herself for me, for our
love.
"Are you jealous Harman?"
Finally, she said it, said the one thing I've needed to for so long. That one
thing that would tell me whether I really have lost her or not. So I'm watching
her, waiting for any flicker of recognition. But she's so cold, just staring at me
as if I'm stupid, that she is looking for something that just possibly give her
the answer to the question that she asked just a minute ago.. So she just jumps to
her feet, tries as quickly and as quietly as she possibly can to race past me,
down the stairs. I'm up after her straight away.
"Meher!"
She's masqueraded by the dark blanket of night enveloping the hall, as she pulls
on her heavy winter coat the only light filtering out from the hall. She runs past
the ornament that we have safely put for the show and she bangs onto the dark
reflection that has just moved in and saved her from falling….. Prem.
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She closed her eyes, squeezing them shut tightly, willing herself to become
immersed in the fear of falling. She could see him; his dark chocolate locks that
sweet smile that appeared in his side of the cheeks. Meher's eyes snapped open,
she could hear the breathing getting louder as she rose from the place that she
has taken comfort in, the arms of her brother-in-law as she muttered thank you to
him.
"Meher?" Harman asked tiredly as he stumbled down the stairs trying to catch her
before anyone could see them. She rubbed at her eyes, trying to rub the exhaustion
away, anything that could not make me see that just the little approach of the man
that took her happiness was having this affect on her, not wanting me to see the
biggest mistake of my life that I have made when I forced the family to accept
Harman back to the house only to have him reject them all over again.
"It's okay Meher, you go back to bed," Prem told her, but Meher plopped down on
the sofa. The little frightening eyes shifting between the two brothers as they
came head-to-head, impatiently waiting for her husband who seemed to be somewhere
other than be with her. God why did he do this to her especially in the times she
needed the most.
"Hey there little feller, what's all this crying about, hmm?" Heer gently asked of
her son, cradling him close to her chest. The infant's cries instantly quietened.
"You just wanted to be cuddled, didn't you? Wakin' everyone up just to get a
little attention – just like your dad, you are . . ." she watched as her husband
stared at her, moving his eyes to the person that was sitting on the sofa cuddled.
She looked more closely as she watched her younger sister cry as her husband and
her brother-in-law stared at her feeling pity and love that she never saw. What
was going on?
"Meher?" Harman asked again, now slightly more alert. What the hell was she
playing at? Why can't they just talk like he wanted to instead of her running and
then getting bumped to his brother?
"I'm fine, Heer," she reassured her, flashing her a quick smile before slowly
pacing staring at the floor not wanting to make any eye-contact. "Why don't you go
back to bed, eh? No point both of us being sleep deprived."
"It's okay." She looked over at Meher, rocking her baby son. "Have you thought of
any names yet? After all you're the god mother aren't you?"
Meher shook her head. "I don't know, nothing seems right. He just doesn't look
like any of the names I think of." She sighed. "Preet should be here, Heer. It's
just he has gone out for a-bit… just waiting for him that's all" the fake lie that
came to her reply were noticed by both Heer and her husband and she knew but what
else could she say? Whatever she might have said, that would leave them asking
questions and looking at Harman staring at her from the corner of the room she
couldn't bear to answer them in front of him.
"We know." There was nothing else that he could say, nothing that could make the
pain any less, he knew that; why the hell was his brother so arrogant to see. He
was not making anything easier or anyone happier that he thinks that he is then
why can't he just leave and let them rest in peace. He is Harman that's why. The
little voice in his head shouted at him. What did you expect? What the hell did I
expect?
"Heer take meher with you… I just need to talk to Harman o.k.?" the hint in his
voice was enough for his wife to know that this will be the big showdown.
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Back at Heer's room:
"Hello, little man," Meher spoke softly, lifting her screaming godson from the
confines of his basket and gently cradling him against her chest. "What's all this
crying' about, eh?" She asked, her finger gently rubbing his back. "Well, you're
not wet and you've just been fed, so what's wrong eh?" Rocking him a little, Meher
heard his cries lower in volume. "You just wanted to be held, didn't you? Well,
that's fine by me sweetheart 'cos I'm never going to let you go." She giggled as
her godson opened his bleary eyes and focused on her face, his mouth open in a
yawn. "You're gorgeous, d'you know that? How about we go see Preet your Godfather
later tonight, yeah? You and your Aunt who also seems to be your Godmother will go
and see where Preet has been."
Heer smiled to herself. Just that one word could light up her whole day. Preet.
Only a name and yet it meant more than the world to her. I don't know what she
would've done if it wasn't for him.
"There you go," Meher said softly as she put him into a tiny sleep suit, gently
pushing his small arms and legs into it. "You're wrapped up warm now, ready to
face the world."
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Back at the living room:
"Don't give me that crap Harman. We'd talked about this before and now you are
here trying to force what you feel on her; even though she is your brother's wife
and that didn't stop you did it? "
"Yes Prem, I did. What else do you expect me t say eh? Oh no I was just telling
her get well no way."
"Why?"
"What do you think?"
All those times I've looked into his eyes, I've always been aware there is
something there. In those early days I tried my best to deny it, wouldn't be seen
talking to, or even looking at him over the breakfast table their was something
different about him, he wasn't like me or Preet. He would just sit their eating
his toast but the way he sat and the way he just kept his gaze down made me feel
that their was more then he showed, something within us both connect. I was always
too afraid, too sensible and rigid in my ways to even think about upsetting those
around me. But he, God he never thought about anyone but himself and part of me
admired him. he always stood on what he believed, always did what he liked but me
and Preet we would never do anything if we thought that might hurt our family but
no not Harman.
See, now I'm here, trying to concoct a reason to go up to him, tap him on the arm,
whisper something to him that he can't fault or query. Just so he'll can see what
he is doing is wrong but no matter what I do or say nothing could make sense to
him. And I'll wait. I'll close my eyes; take a deep breath and wait, hoping that
nothing he is planning to do fall to the place. I know him and I know how hard he
can become.
"And you forgot what I've said? If you hurt them, then you got me to deal with" He
didn't say anything in response to that, just carried on looking at me, as placid
as ever.
Nxt part cuming up:
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Second Part:
"Meher.... you and Preet.... is everything o.k. between you two?"
Maybe it's wrong of me to try and push the conversation in this direction, but I
don't care. All I'm concerned with is the fact that when I look at Meher I see a
woman, perhaps the only woman I've ever been proud calling her my little sister,
and she has taken everything as a pinch of salt whatever the destiny has thrown at
her. Even through everything, everything that was done by the people around us to
wrench us apart, that feeling has never gone away. Even when Prem arrived and she
got married to Preet because Harman had left her in the middle of the alter. And I
don't believe for a second that it's changed for Meher either, so maybe, just
maybe, now I need to know for sure. She smiles like she doesn't care what anyone
else thinks but deep down I know that she does care.
"Heer-" she starts, as if she wants to try and stop me making a prat of myself.
She's probably right to try, but she won't stop me.
"What? It's a perfectly innocent question."
"You know it's not." she points out matter-of-factly.
"Yeah well-" I tell her, settling my son to the bed anything that makes us forget
what kind of situation we have might got ourselves into "--little white lies
never hurt anyone did they?"
"Except yourself."
"I'll live." I mutter, getting myself a glass of water. I can feel myself getting
wound up, so I think I'm gonna need it. "So come on."
"Wouldn't expect you to be so interested Heer. After all, you have Prem don't
you?"
"And you think he's all I need right?" I prompt cruelly.
"I didn't say that." she says, quickly sweeping up the water that I handed her.
"Is it what you mean?" I push. For F*ck sake, just tell me!
"No." comes her eventual cool response. "But she's what you have Heer, what you
need."
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No! That's not what you were supposed to say! Give me a break Prem please, I can't
do this on my own, I can't say it. I need your help! I need Meher
But he just looks at me like it'd be better if I'd never come here, and yes, he's
probably right, but it's too late for that. I'm so frustrated at him reluctance to
help me get the words out. Why doesn't he want to hear them? I grab my glass and
hurl it with all my might onto the floor, feeling a surge of satisfaction as I
watch it shatter into a million pieces. Great the drink that he had prepared me
has gone to the waste just like me.
"F*ck off Prem, just F*ck off!" I yell.
He leaps back like I've just dropped scalding hot water into his lap, giving me
this odd look. "What's happening to you in there Harman?" he says quietly.
"You, Meher, Preet." I manage, feeling horribly close to tears.
He looks away immediately at that, a scowl playing on his lips. Then he gets down
off the step, and moves closer to the pictures that we had hanged on the hall
making us look like a perfect family. My foot we were more weird then any other
family that was ever born into the century. He looks at me. A tear is hidden in
his eyes as he mutters something under his breath hard for me to hear. He looks
back at the picture of me and him hugging each other when we were child, knowing
what he is thinking, but that's a lie. I whisper. It was all just a lie.
"This is what's wrong with me. You. Not being able to look at me. What is so wrong
with me that you can't do that? What have I done?"
He looks at me dumbfounded at my question that I asked, obviously having
discovered a new strength, his eyes flaring with ill-feeling. "Don't you dare play
that one Harman. You've done everything and you f**king well know it." The threat
that he had given me few minutes play in my mind. He has already made a decision
and we have already started the war then what's wrong for us to carry on. Why does
he make it that what's happening is my entire fault? If it's not your fault then
why ask?
"I can't help it!" I cry, pulling at the back of my neck as I pace in front of
him. "This Prem, me, you, tonight, everything - oh God! You have no idea how much
I need her do you? I tried oh God- I did believe me I did but all it did was make
it stronger and now, I cannot be the man that you all want to me, I need her… I
love her!"
And his whole face seems to change in that moment, twisting into an expression I
never thought possible for him. Disgust.
"What about who she loves? Have you ever thought of that? What about who she
needs… you or Preet... Because believe me she wants her husband not her ex"
wow gret👏👏👏 and excellent update,prem😳 scenes r superb,heer's entry is cute😳...loved
the way u potrayed harman feelings its awesome...
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Preet watched Meher from across the room. His lips curved into a small smile as
she glanced his way, sending shocks of electricity through his body. How does she
do that? All it takes is one look. But it shouldn't. She was his wife then why was
he feeling that something is wrong when he touches her or even talks to him. Meher
smiled at him for the last time and placed the breakfast in front of him. She was
just perfect for him. Just. The small word that shouldn't mean anything to them.
But it does. The small voice that took over his heart. It does mean something
doesn't it? If it does not then why look away? Why?
Preet turned away as he saw Meher engage herself with the small talks that were
going around with her and her sister. The smile that used to be on her face will
constituently leave her face over and their but then it took place again on
sideways of her cheeks that she wore that went straight to her eyes making her
look more beautiful then she really was. Meher's smile grew, he watched as she
kissed tannu on side of her face as she handed them usual treat after the dinner.
Their chocolates. I would call them Khushi and Vishwas. The realisation of his
heart stung him as he looked on. Where did that come from? Khushi and Vishwas? Was
he thinking about his children?
"She will make a great mum, eh?" Prem smiled, speaking behind him. Preet nodded as
he watched on how did he get her? I mean how the hell did I get her? Preet juneja
the womaniser ending up with an angel. That's unbelievable isn't it? But it did
and looks at him now a man who has everything. Just not trust and loyalty for his
wife.
"Yeah. Yeah." Preet didn't trust himself to say anything except those words, in
case it opened the flood gates because he was a man, and men don't cry over little
things even if they experienced the most beautiful thing in life. If he said
anything even just few words then he wouldn't be able to stop, and right now he
cannot say those things that he was thinking in front of other members of his
family.
If it's wrong to love you
Then my heart just won't let me be right
Meher continued to clear away the empty glasses that rest of members had left on
the tables, before Preet interjected. She looked at him the cheeky smile that he
carried was their. What was he up to now?
"Darling, leave that. We're celebrating tonight!" celebrating for what? What was
Preet saying? Whatever it was, she knew the look on his face said that it was
something that she would like.
"No, Preet, it's fine. It's only a few glasses." She protested, needing something
to distract her. Anyway he can wait for a-while after all he made her wait all
night for him yesterday so why can't she?
"Exactly." Preet prised the glasses from her fingers and steered her in the
direction of the room. "Go on, just few minutes. Only for your hubby" Preet
flashed his wife another 'Mischief' smile, but inside he felt as though he was
going to an interview for a job and he didn't know what the questions would be
like. Why was he feeling like this? He was just talking to his wife that's all.
Nothing special just talking. Just talking.
Meher watched as her husband guided to their room. Their was something different
about him and she didn't know why.
Because I've drowned in you
and I won't pull through
Meher touched his arm, his head shot up immediately. Their emotions crackled in
the air, so much so it was flagrant. "Hey." Her voice was low and smooth, intense
and feeling. Just one word seemed to make him melt. But he couldn't afford to. He
smiled up at her, a smile that didn't reach his eyes. How can he do that to her?
Doesn't he deserve some love why should he always stand and do what's right all
the time? Why can't he be happy once? Because she deserves that much from you.
"I need to tell you something Meher." His voice came out strained. "I mean, you
need to know this and whatever you decide will be the last call. I promise you
that much" The words seemed to consume every tendril of strength in his body. The
breath stuck in his lungs, his voice choked in his throat. And it was all because
of him. He had no right to go and blame others but he also had no right to make
her believe the false lies that he was giving her day in and day out. She deserves
the truth even if it was worst then a lie.
"I'm sorry." Meher saw the waterfall of tears he cried inside. She'd seen it the
moment he'd started to act strange but then he change and start to be like he was
before. Before he slept with her cousin. Was it the reason he always seemed to be
distance to her.
"Don't be. It's for the best. I love you and you love me, don't ya? And nothing
will change. Promise"
"I don't want to hurt you." He watched as she smiled once again, another fake
smile that he knew so well. She'd perfected them ever since he'd kept his distance
from her.
"You haven't. I'm not gonna let you." She smiled again, no one was going to hurt
her and even if they did that didn't mean that she felt betrayed or she felt any
pain, no. She always remembered what her father would tell them, in love their
will be many times that you feel the pain and betrayal from the person you love
but their will few times when you will feel happy and loyalty from them but that
doesn't mean you stop loving them, nope it t it just mean you need to work harder
to get those few moments again in life. That's what she will be doing. She wont
let one night with Ash or even Harman ruin their few precious moments that can
make their memory fonder into something horrible that she regret in the future but
she will make sure that she will try to get those happy days in her life again
even if that mean that she needs to forget anything that Preet or even herself has
done to ruin their relationship. You need to work harder to get those few moments
again in life.
Before Preet could state anything further she kissed him on the lips indicating
that she has no means of making the night any longer then it should be. Preet
found himself amused at the boldness of his wife. And before he knew what he was
saying he said those few words loud and clear, never to return back on those few
words. "How about Khushi if it's a girl and Vishwas if it's a boy" their future,
which they wanted to make was just in corner and it was up to them to make it
right.
I'd give my all to have
Just one more night with you
Once again sorry for the very late update. Hope you all like it.
wow iam speechless.........😍 the way u explained is beautiful.....and the lines @rose u used r
fabulous....loved it sooo much... and "kushi and vishwas" soo cutee😛
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Preet's eyes travelled up and down the black lace Indian dress hugging her curves in all the right places. Her hair was still curly from this morning, but was pulled on top of her head. She stepped in front of the mirror and effortlessly started to put her make-up on. She brushed past Preet to get to her early morning routine started before she has to go down to the kitchen and make everyone their breakfast and tiny electric currents jumped to life in her veins. She gasped slightly under her breath and hoped that Preet didn't know he had this affect on her. If he even knew then he would not leave any chance behind him to make her feel this every moment in their life. He would tease her endlessly and do anything to make him see her blush and the edginess that she had when he was near her.
Is tarah aashiqui kaa asar chhod jaauungaa
Tere chehare pe apanii nazar chhod jaauungaa
"'Scuse me," Preet said as he put his hands on her hips and manoeuvred her out of the way, relishing the feel of her in his hands. Why was she having this effect still on me? They were married for more than few months yet even now if Meher would touch him for a bit he feels like it was just yesterday that he had got married to her.
Main divaanaa ban gayaa huun kaisii ye muhabbat hau ,
Zindagii se badhakar ab teri zaruurat hai
After forty minutes of serving very member of the house that got together to eat their first lunch that morning, and everyone leaving the house to complete the duty of the office or evn plotting to get revenge from other members of the family, Meher was able to stand still for more than thirty seconds. Her feet throbbed with pain. Shoulda known better than to wear high heels! She thought before undoing the black straps and kicking them aside.
"Is it me or have you gone shorter?" Preet's breath tickled the back of her neck. Oh crap, I shouldn't have done that ' I can see right down her dress from up here. Oh shit! And now I can't stop looking. Stop it, Juneja! Pull yourself together ' you're not a stupid school boy that ain't seen a back of a woman before. But then again, I haven't seen one like that before and this much appealing to me!
mujhako tuu chaahiye teraa pyaar chaahiye
Ek baar nahin sau baar chaahiye
Meher whipped around so she was facing him, her eyes narrowing slightly. "Oi, MR! I'd choose my next words carefully, 'cos those heels can do some serious damage ' and I don't mean on ya feet!"
"Is Mrs Preet threatening me?" Preet smirked at her, the awkwardness and shyness that they still felt with each other when they try to flirt had both felt suddenly forgotten.
"Maybe," she replied coyly, her voice slightly husky, making a slight bulge in Preet's heart. Meher discreetly glanced downwards; extremely aware of the effect he was having on her. The look o his face explained very well to them that they were not alone experiencing a different sensation in their body yet they both felt that it was most wonderful feeling that they had experienced for a-while now. "What about making it more?"
har saans main apanii tujhape lutaaungaa
Dil ke lahuu se teri maang sajaauungaa
Tere chehare pe apanii nazar chhod jaauungaa
Meher looked at him, stunned into silence. Did he just say that? But what does he mean?
"What?" she said shakily, her voice barely above a whisper. She didn't want to wake from this dream.
He inched closer to her, so their faces were mere centimetres apart. "I said we should be together." His breath was warm on Meher's face, only serving to tantalise her further. Her body temperature shot through the roof when she felt his mouth on hers. She felt his tongue caress her own as their passion consumed them. As though breathing life into the other, the bodies clamped together tightly, their only life line.
Pyaar kyaa hai dard kyaa hai diivaane samajhate hain
This was different from their encounter from yesterday night. With them it was never about sex or lust, it was always about love for one another. Preet broke away from the kiss; he gently touched her sensual lips, his fingertips silking their way from her mouth to the back of her dress. "Was this all for my benefit?" He whispered into her ear as he lightly tugged on the zip of her dress. He had no intention to stop now.
Ishq mein jalane kaa matalab aashiq hii samajhate hain
Main tadapataa huun tujhase kuchh na kahunn
"What do you think?" Her voice was husky with desire, turning him on even more. Her nimble fingers painstakingly s-l-o-w-l-y undid the buttons of his crisp white shirt. She smiled as she ran her hands across his velvet shirt, gleaming with a film of sweat ' all because of her, all for her.
Bin kahe bhii magar main to rah na sakuun
Is bekhudii mein aakhir chain paauungaa
Their lips were locked together in the softest of kisses, sensual and passionate. Preet ran his hands down Meher's side, feeling the material of her dress beneath them. He gently laid her down on the sofa, before pulling her into his arms and lying beside her. He held her close to his chest, his lips pulling away reluctantly from hers. She looked at him, a smile caressing her lips, as she leaned into him, lying against him.
Mar ke bhii main tujhase judaa ho na paauungaa
Tere chehare pe apanii nazar chhod jaauungaa
And they lay there together, in each other's arms. Two star crossed lovers.
Preview for next time:
Blinking, Shaurya Virani pulled the quilt away from his naked body and climbed out of bed, wincing at the pain in his head
Part 2:
Blinking, Shaurya Virani pulled the quilt away from his naked body and climbed out of bed, wincing at the pain in his head. *I really shouldn't have had that last vodka. Feels like I've got a herd of elephants thundering through my brain.*
It was June, the beginning of summer, and he was in sunny ludhiana, trying to get rid of the attentions of his latest fling, just one in a long line who thought that they loved him, that he could change for them.
He'd landed at around 8 the previous evening, after telling his dad and his sister, Sapna, that he was getting away for a bit. They both knew what it meant, he'd done it often enough. He stayed for a few months at a time, got involved with one of the woman on the Square, married or single. and then, when they got too clingy, he just left. The last time he'd been away for over 6 months, having made the mistake of sleeping with a married woman, who'd since got divorced and moved away, after telling him that now she was free, they could be together, at which point, he'd smirked arrogantly and told her that she wasn't that special. I mean he did thought about it after all she had everything that could help him in real life, but what she didn't have and most of the women lacked was the innocence that they he looked for. The shyness and uncertainness that he had seen in his mother was not in any women that he had a fling with and until he doesn't find his dream lady he knew that he would never change.
Scoffing to himself at the memory, he pulled some tracksuit bottoms on and walked out onto the balcony and surveyed the scenery, his eyes confidently locking on some scantily clad woman a few metres down the coast, with the bag of things on her hands as she struggled to get to whatever destination she was going to.
As if they knew they were being watched, they both turned around and smiled brightly at him when he smirked. They're smiles turned into frowns when he turned and went back inside.
*I'm getting so bored with all these woman. It's too easy. I want something new, someone that I dream of, with every quality that they hold that I strike for more and most of all a women that knows what she wants and yet knows what is right and wrong. She should be not like this birds this day trying to dress up and impress any guy that they come across no she should be the one that is simple and sweet.*
He sighed to himself. *What is the likely hood that a woman like that even exists, let alone who is in ludhiana?*
He was fed up with woman throwing themselves at him. He knew he was good looking, but if that wasn't enough, his healthy bank balance would keep him in woman until he was 90. Ever since he was 17, he knew he wanted something more for himself than lazing around on the dole, or flitting from one job to another, so he'd saved, and saved, and saved, until he had enough money to open his own small business, at first building warehouses and then moving onto houses. Now, his company was the most famous after construction firm in the UK, and now it was expanding to the rest of Europe, but then like an every Indian he decided to come back and settle down in India. But that was not the only reason he came back here, nope he came back to search for his best friend, since childhood he knew that if ever he will decide to get married' even if he was forced then he would only choose his best friend' his Meher Mann. His father and her father were good business partners and because of that him and Meher had grown closer then imagined. They used to do everything together. From building stupid dreams to imagine what it would be like if they were lovers and that thought never left him from inside. Meher moved away but he was stuck with the same thoughts and now comes the day when he knows that those thoughts have grown into unknown love for a lady who will be in her marriageable age *she must be 28, what does she look like? Is she still that fat like I left her or has she just turned out like her stupid sister and cousin who thinks that real beauty is in make-ups nah my Meher wont be like that. is she waiting for me still like I'm waiting for her?*
Smiling to himself, something which rarely happened, he thought fondly of his senior manager, Mrs. Rai. A plump, grey haired woman who was way past forty, she was competition, she knew what he looked for when he himself didn't also she was the only one that he shared his sorrows or happiness that he wanted to tell Meher about, he would tell her thinking that he was saying to Meher which he was not.
Dressing himself in a pair of baggy black shorts that fell just past his knees, accenting his narrow waist, he decided to explore the small town that was slightly away from the bustling cities of the booming tourist industry which seemed to dominate the Punjab culture.
As soon as he walked through the open doors of the hotel reception, his bare chest was assaulted by the searing sun, and he blinked quickly, before pulling his designer sunglasses down off his head to cover his brown eyes, barely paying any attention to the admiring looks he received from the young woman who walked past him.
Walking out onto the main street, he wandered alongside the stalls, watching the tourists and the locals interact, before he was distracted by the most gorgeous creature he'd ever set eyes on. Long, straight black hair, a naturally pretty face which was bright and make-up free, she had extremely long legs, perfectly rounded face, pouting lips and bright brown eyes, which were currently staring at him questioning with her eyes like she was about to thrash him if he dared to come near her. He began to understand more as he got closer.* she feels like she is just like Meher. Would Meher look like her?* he took his mobile out and scrawled to the menu of photograph and focused it on the figure that was in front of him. *flash* the picture was take and all he now has to do is approach her.
"-and you have no right to ask me! I don't even want you to touch my stuff, you stupid man, let alone my hand! Who the hell do you think you are!?"
At this point, Shaurya decided to cut in, all for her benefit of course, it had nothing to do with the fact that he was burning for her.
Sliding his arm around her waist, he dropped a kiss into her hair, ignoring her surprised stare.
"Hey, baby. What's the matter? Is this man bothering you? Because you know I hate it when you get upset."
*Slap*
He got the reaction that he was not expecting as he looked on to find that a man same age as him came and stood next to the angel that had just slapped him, sliding his arm around her waist and kissing her on the left side of her face, jealousy burning inside him, as he watched the man who was now staring at him like he was mad, took the lady by her hand and led her to their car.
He needed to find this woman, because Shaurya Virani gets what he wants and now he wants this woman at any cost.
" Mr Khan' Yes its Shaurya here' yes I would like to know where can I locate missing people file"
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Silently they slipped back into the house, smiling as they walked up the stairs, holding hands. Just the simplest of things made Preet's' heart beat in rapid succession, he was holding her hand. Sometimes, he would squeeze it slightly, making sure it was there, that it was real; and when he did, she would look at him, a reassuring smile upon her lips.
They reached the landing, stopping when they reached Family's' room. He shook his head, before leading Meher towards their room. He sat on her bed, pulling her down with him. She giggled quietly, pushing him away playfully. "Stop it, I need to change."
"Don't mind me," he replied, making himself comfortable on the bed. "anyway its not like you going to slap me'. Are you?" the mischief in his voice told her well that he was referring to the slap that she had given the stranger few hours ago.
"I won't, and anyway he deserved it" she said pointing as she took off to the bathroom to get changed, how the hell he assumed that I will change in front of him. She raised an eyebrow when she saw that Preet' smirk had grown wider in the last ten seconds, when she came out of the bathroom. Meher turned to her wardrobe, trying to decide what to wear for that day when she felt Preet's' arms snake around her waist, his chin resting on her shoulder.
"Mmm." Meher moaned as Preets' lips made contact with her neck, sending tingles across her skin. "Preet, I need to get dressed."
"I like you how you are."
"Mmm, I'm sure you do," she replied in between gasps of breath. The last thing she wanted to do was get dressed, but she knew she had to send him away before anybody else woke up. "We have to go, before everyone comes down."
Preet sighed, pulling away. "I hate all this. Can't we just be me and you for a day instead always acting like we are old married couple.... look at Prem and Heer, wlays flirting not caring about anything in the world"
"I know, but this time tomorrow, we'll be away from here. In the hotel," she said suggestively.
Preet smirked again, obviously thinking of ways to keep himself entertained during their stay in the hotel. "I like the sound of that... also atleast you only worry about me and not the whole family" And with a lingering kiss placed upon his lips, they left their room to go down and get ready for the dinner.
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This one is the last update till tuesday as i need to go and start my uni work. Hope you guys enjoy it also here is a picture of my Shaurya Virani just love Mayank Anand from dil mil gaye:
Hope you guys love him like I do:
That evening, Meher, Kuldi, Heer and the male of the family except Preet in the living room of Juneja family house, is getting ready for Gayatri's party. "Meher, go on and get ready," Kuldi urged, practically taking her by the arm and pushing her up the stairs. "Go on, I know what you're like! Always the last one to rush to get ready"
"Okay, okay!" Meher said, laughing as she went up the stairs and to her bedroom. She smiled and shut the door. "What are you doing in 'ere?"
Preet shrugged. "Missed you. Knew you had to come up here some time." And there it was that gorgeous half smile that made her melt. Preet looked at his watch. "Six more hours."
"You had been counting' down?" She asked, as he pulled her to him, so that somehow he ended up lying on the bed and her legs were either side of him. She kissed him lovingly on the lips, relishing the feel of his skin on hers. Her mouth felt like it was on fire, consumed by a passion that they only knew.
"I love you. I'm gonna make you so happy, I'm never going to let you cry, you hear that? We're gonna leave and we're gonna go and have a great time and I promise you, I will love you for the rest of my life. And even when I'm dead, I'll still love you. Cos death's nothing, it can't stop me loving' you. Nothing can stop me loving you."
Meher's eyes welled up with tears as she listened to the words that slipped out of her husband's mouth. "I love you so much, darlin'. Don't you ever leave me, you listening? You leave me and I'll just run after you, you're never gonna get rid of me. Even if you die you find me coming back to you anyhow… nothing is going to keep us apart"
Their lips collided together in a bruising kiss, their fingers interlaced. They were really going to do it, they were going to leave so that they could be together once again. And nothing was going to stop them. Preet sighed just in few hours he would have his wife be his bride once again but this time it won't be because they were forced or had to but they will be husband and wife because they wanted to, because they loved each other.
It was really dark when they both had gotten into the party mode that the family had been celebrating for last few hours, Meher smiled as she saw that Preet was wrapped around her, his hands were stuck at the side of her hips as he took her in his arms gently making sure that the admirers knew that she belonged to him and he was already taken by her. It hadn't been a dream, he really wants to show the world that I'm his, he's not ashamed to tell anyone that he is my husband and he is only in love with me. She'd woken up from her day dream as she heard the loud sound of drums playing and he was still here. "It's real," he said, as if reading her mind.
"I've seen it so many times. I see it in everyone and wished that it would happen to me and it did….. I never knew my dreams would come to reality this fast, thank you Preet"
"I know, honey. So have I." He smiled at her and they both sat upright. "I forgot to tell you how amazing you look in that dress." He smiled at her; he couldn't stop for some reason, it was like whenever she was near him the smile automatically took its home in his face and refused to leave until she was out of sight but then it only goes for few minutes as when he thinks about her it comes back to where it belongs. Her eyes were shining with delight at just being next to him, and he knew that this was how it was meant to be. This was how he would wake up every single morning from now on. No more of him feeling guilty of anything that he has done or life has thrown at him nope, he has to accept the fact that god has given him second chance, and what a lovely one it was, and to let it slip because of his mistake was stupidity and Preet Juneja is not stupid.
"We'll have plenty of time for that when we're away from here." Meher replied, her own smile still on her lips. She couldn't believe this was happening, after so many cold and lonesome nights, he was with her. They had danced in each other's arms, and he'd been there when she'd just looks without her scared that when she looks up he would disappear.
"We're really doing this?" Preet asked, the excitement seeping into his voice. Meher nodded as he clasped her hands in his, tenderly kissing her fingers. "What about Harman?"
Meher raised an eyebrow. "I never was in love…love with him, I never even kissed him, or thought of what I would do if he wasn't here… I never felt complete with him being next to me."
"What?" Preet asked, confused. What was she saying? That she wasn't in love with him.
"It's always been you, do you really think I could love another man just like that? I thought that what me and Harman had was love, but he never made me feel shy or nervous when he was near, yes I got scared but then I get scared when Prem is near, does that mean I love him too? It has always been you Preet…..I was just to stupid to think it was just friendship" Meher said gently, running a hand across his cheek, stroking his skin with her fingers.
A wave of guilt crashed over him, remembering what he had done to her, what he'd put her through. "I'm sorry . . .about Ash." His voice was thick with remorse, but Meher just smiled at him. "And like you said we were to stupid to realise that our friendship was more then friendship it was love…. And now I know… I LOVE YOU… Meher"
"It doesn't matter anymore. We're together now, that's all I care about," she replied softly as her mouth caressed his, her lips savouring his taste. "I Love you too"
What you think? Hope after the picture of My Shaurya Virani aka Mayank Anand helps you to picture him and Meher together
sooo sweet,cute an lovely meet scenes.....wow they finally cleared misunderstandings betwn them..hmm what will be the role of virani?😲 diving to nxt pt...😃
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My eyes flicker open and immediately I feel the security of Preet's arms around me. I tilt my head to see if he's awake. He smiles softly and kisses my black locks. "How long have you been awake?" I ask. I hope he can't see the fear and distress in my eyes. His delicate lips spread into a grin, showing off his perfectly aligned pearly teeth. He looks in the front as he drives, as he takes my hand and wraps it with his free hand before kissing my palm slowly sending shivers down my spin. We have made it.
"Couple of hours." I open my mouth to apologise, but he firmly shakes his head. "It's fine. I got the chance to sort out all the things in my head, besides, you looked peaceful." The shimmer in his eyes suggests he's not being entirely honest with me. I shall be checking my face for black marker sketching. "Meher, you know you can tell me anything right? You can be entirely honest with me and it won't matter?" I smile softly and allow my fingertips to dance over his cheek. It's sweet of him to know I have problems I need to talk about. It's a shame he doesn't realise why it is I can't tell him what's so distressing.
"I know, Preet. I'm really grateful for it too." His eyes wander to some distant point of no focus as his mind washes with thoughts I can't read, or even begin to read. "Hey, and you know you can always talk to me." My heart skips a beat to see him so melancholy. I miss the smile he welcomes me with each morning, and each night before we both trundle off to bed. He stops the car in an near by hotel that he has looked and gets off, coming to my side of the car and opening the door like an gentleman. After few minutes of completing the procedure for a room, we head of to the room that has been provided to us. We open the door to a luxury room as Preet takes the bags off the guy that has helped us and tips him dent bucks as he throws the bag on the floor before taking my hand and falling onto the bed.
He grins and digs his fingers into my ribs to tickle me. I giggle childishly as he mounts me and continues to tickle me, me shrieking harder and harder as he becomes more determined to keep me pinned to the bed with laughter. "Come on, beg me. Say, 'Oh Preet, you are the most gorgeous, finely sculpted model of a man, and no-one is as great as you. I am a slave at your feet and will cater for your every desire.' Go on, say it!" He stops tickling, and pins my arms down either side of me, strapping me down to the bed still, and moving his lips close to mine. He's so close that I can feel his breath on my cheek, so warm and inviting, like a snug embrace on a cold night, or an enveloped kiss. "Say it." He whispers. I shake my head as he keeps on tickling making sure that he ends up doing just as he likes.
I smile flirtatiously and bite down on my lower lip, admiring the beauty of his eyes, forgetting how lost I can become in them, those orbs of light. "With me Preet, you always get what you want." He breaks the eye contact and loosens the grip on my arms, shaking his head. "What is it? What's wrong?" I ask as he sits up, breaking the contact of my body with his and looking down like a lost child, scared of doing anything that might hurt him.
Her voice was soft, quiet but strong. Like a lost child finding its way home. At first, i wasn't sure heard her. She'd frozen, hadn't said a word. And that's when I knew. Our faces were reflections of each others, tears coursed down her cheeks, her expression of sorrow and relief mirrored my. "I love you." I repeated the whisper was so loud, resounding in my heart, reverberating around its chambers. And then she fell into my arms. I looked at her and she was sobbing in my chest like she was holding into a light that was far away and if she just let go then the light that she thought that she was holding into might turn out to be her illusion.
"I'm so sorry, darling'. I thought I could do it, I thought I could let you go. If you hated me enough, you'd stop loving me." I said into her hair, kissing the top of her head, wanting as much physical contact with her as I could. She was as close as she could be to me, but I wanted more, I wanted her to be closer to me.
"It's okay. It's okay." She pulled away from me slightly, her hands still on my chest, kissing top of my chest, making me want more than that. "Is this real? I mean… if anything happens in future… anything, are we going to be together?" The whisper was barely audible; if i hadn't seen her lips move i wouldn't have known she'd spoken. I knew why she was scared just too stupid too admit it to myself, I could say that the jealousy of her past coming to haunt our future was one reason.
Meher's bottom lip trembled slightly, her eyes misted over with unshed tears; as if she already knew what was coming. And in that moment she hated herself; if she hadn't spoken this web of joy wouldn't be fragmented. But she had and she couldn't just leave it there.
"Because I can't, Preet. If we're over ever in the future . . . then let me go. Just let me go because I can't keep doing this. Do you have any idea what it's like? I'm breaking, darling'."
Preet's tears kissed his cheeks; a sharp pain erupted in his heart. He'd hurt her so much. He pressed his forehead to hers, his nose brushing against hers, his tears mingling with hers. "I'm not leaving you again." He looked into her eyes, knowing exactly what they both had to do. And in that moment, nothing else mattered. Everything faded to the background as he took her in his arms. Her head rested on his shoulder as he led her to the bathroom.
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Another light hearted part:
"Meher! How much longer you going to be?" called Preet from outside of the bathroom, banging on the door as he screamed her name louder every second "meher you do know that we need to eat and I'm starving", impatiently tapping his hands on the door as to give her alarm that someone was actually waiting for her to come out. Muttering to him loud enough for Meher to hear from the other side Thank god that I'm not desperate god knows what I will do. Meher smoothed down the front of the red and white dress and smirked when she saw the black sandals that encased her feet. She fiddled with the black chain around her neck, before shouting or rather begging for Preet to come and help her put it on as her hands were tiered of staying up in the air. "Preet!" Meher looked down at the floor one more time and ran her finger across her neck trying to get the stupid hook on to the chain that was now annoying her. Why can't this one be straight for me, why do they make this kind of chain? She thought in anger as she looked up and saw her husband smile at her amusingly. At least someone finds this funny. She thought.
Preet sighed, thinking of how Meher insisted upon calling everyone to the hotel but she gave him a warning if she didn't like the idea of staying with him alone then it was no use of them being together. He loved his family, more than anyone really, but he couldn't help feel as though she never wanted to be alone with him. A niggling feeling inside him remembered the way Meher always looked at his older brother, with sheer love. She never looked at him like that. He loved her, he had no doubt about that – but was it less than what Meher felt for him? No she loved him. He thought this why she forgave everything I have done to ruin this relationship.
"Alright, alright. I'm coming. Here give me that!" came the reply, interrupting Meher thoughts. The touch of his hands slightly on her neck made her shiver, but he always does that and whenever he does she still gets the same sensation.
"Okay, I'm done now Meher, you can stop fidgeting!" Preet laughed as he turned her around to get the proper look of his wife, Meher watched Preet's reaction as she stepped in front of him and felt a rush of delight electrify every cell in her body. His jaw had dropped to the floor and he closed his eyes, he opened his eyes quickly, not wanting to miss a second of looking at her, she looked so amazing. Meher was wearing a red, halter neck satin blouse with a plunging neckline, with a white sari piece going on top. The cut of the sari was simple and neat, but oozed sophistication and class – something any women he had known hadn't quite mastered yet.
He could drown in her, and he willingly would – given half the chance. The sexual tension crackled between them, their bodies aching to be touching. Meher stood where she was, unwilling to move, knowing that if she did she'd fall into his arms. From the way he was looking at her, she could tell just how much he wanted her. Maybe that's why she'd chosen the dress in the first place. No 'maybe's' about it, of course that was the reason!
Meher looked at Preet, a half smile on her face. "I never took you for a suit man, Mr Preet Juneja" she said to Preet, a lingering look passing between them. "Well Mrs Preet, peda toh mein London mein hua huun but mera dil ab bhi Hindustani hai" he whispered in her ear as he saw her reaction changing from a smile to a frown. "Dilwale dulhaniya le jayenge" he sang and left the bathroom.
"How many times have I seen 'dilwale dulhaniya le jayenge'? I think I know the words by heart Preet!" She shouted slightly, as Preet just watched her; his face breaking out into a smile. She was the most amazing woman he had ever known. And she belonged to him.
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I stare out at the misty green areas in the unfamiliar surroundings. Mr.Debb sits anxiously next to me, in the back of the car as he chauffeurs us to a old building.
I sigh long and hard as I lean in on my knuckles, remembering the looks of the beauty that I had approached just few days ago
"You could be a little more enthusiastic about this Shaurya… this is our business we're about to see… a dream that your father had about you, instead of you sitting their like I'm forcing you to come with us"
I arch my eyebrow suggestively, as he keeps on talking about how grateful I should be to my own father for the happiness that he has given me but what I did in return? I sulk when I need to go and do the work myself.
"What?" he asks me as he sits up and tells the driver the direction of the office that we are going to see. I close my eyes and picture the angel again, the same smile that she had when I stood in front of her and the way she stared at me when I took her hand in mine
" Nothing" I continue to look out the window, watching the green scenery pass me by in few seconds, couples coming out of their homes with their children enjoying the sunshine they can get before going back to their daily lives.
"No come on Shaurya. Do tell…" he speaks as he takes the documents out of his old rucksack and places it on top of my leg. " I always thought you make something out of your life beta I really did…… look I know what you thinking and trust me after spending half your childhood with her even I would do the same but you have no idea where she is, how she looks…." I stare at him. Thinking how does he keep on talking? I take the picture out of my jacket keeping a slightly lower as I look at a tiny little girl on the bed, sitting next to me, feeding me the last piece of her chocolate. Meher.
"chalo, thik hai, agar tum hai nahin khana tho mat khao shauri but don't make that face against me you understand? Heer didi theek hi keh rahi thi, you will never change." Taking the last piece of the chocolate from the wrapper and breaking it into two pieces, she places one half on her tongue while other sits on the wrapper like a final treasure of the world.
" tum ne suna nahin prem dude ne kya kaha? Wo heer didi ko keh raha tha ke hum dono saath mein trouble hain or agar who chaahati hain ke tum acchi ladki bano to I should not be friends with you" She pouts as I stand up and wlak upto those big windows that very family have. I never used to get these, windows supposed to be keeping people safe from unwanted robbers and neighbours but they are so wide that anyone can come up.
" tum jaante hoin na ke prem jiju kese hai or…."
" prem jiju? Meher how can he be your jiju… I think he likes you"
"Really? Wow I never thought about that anyway what does that matter… I like you but not when you like this or definitely not when you don't eat your chocolate that I left"
I smile as I take my seat back next to her.
"Well, I just think we're wasting our time… and you've certainly got you're hopes up… for a person who just might not want to be found..," I huff and turn away.
That was the final word. Mr Dibb doesn't reply to me. he knows I'm not as keen as he is on meeting this 'Juneja'. What if he's not up to what I expect or want him to be? But on the other hand… he could be. He could be an extra piece to the puzzle… another member to make up the 'Virani.co' family.
I sit up as the driver tells us we're here. I search around in my black wallet for some notes, and hand them to him through the window that separates us from him, for him to have lunch while I sit through the meeting. "Thanks" Mr dibb whispers to me as he puts his fat wallet back in his pocket while I take the load of papers that he has tucked up under his arm. "No problem"
I follow him into the crystal doors, and close the door shut as I see two groups standing up to greet us. We both continue to keep quiet about the whole matter. he's eager… I'm not. She walks down the pathway excitedly. A little to excitedly for my liking. He comes to a halt, and knods at me, to look over by the tree that stands firmly in the middle a circular of gravestones painted tables.
"Do you think that's my funeral?" I ask as he takes the silent mood again and sits next to the bald man on opposite side of me as I'm forced to take the sit in the middle.
"Well… there's not many there…" I say as I'm handed the cup of tea with some biscuits before the secretary sit next to me, rubbing her legs against mine.
I exhale loudly as everyone begins talking over at a much faster pace then I am. I'm too busy checking the heels on her boots aren't about to get stuck in the skin of my flesh. What an entrance that would be… blood spitting out of my leg… in front of the juneja's introduce myself with fainting look all over me.
I brush my coat down and look up, realising I am the centre of attention… centimetres behind becoming the laughing stock of the meeting.
" Mr Virani, welcome to the office…"
I look up slowly, and am totally blown away. This is my client… Is Mr Dibb sure… he looks… he looks… no…this cant be my client. Is he? I look over him and see her standing next to the ladies that are taking the information from the old man. She is here. My dream woman is actually here.
excellent update meet scenes r superb and lovely asusual.virani found meher.now what he is going to do? as u like him😉 i hope he will do some good to them
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