hey guys....here it is...the next installment of Sau Dard...hope you all do enjoy this one...im in a rush so no chapar chapar today 😃😃...but keep in mind that this is a filler part that i needed before i can post the next part....so pls...dont throw jootis at me when you hate this update 😕😕
Note: for those of you waiting for HS...that one will be updated this weekend...so watch out for it 😉Chapter 3 Present-
Seven years ago Prem Jhuneja had met the love of his life, only he hadn't known it at the time. Nihaal's wedding had followed four days after the mehndi ceremony. For those four days there had been only one thing on Prem's mind, better yet, only one person on his mind. At first Prem had felt weird asking his older brother about the person but in the end he sucked up any reservations and asked Nihaal who that person was. Nihaal informed him that the person was actually Raaji's younger sister. Apparently the girls had put on a song and dance skit for entertainment in which Raaji's sister was the male lead; hence the mustache, beard and pot belly. Prem had to admit that this person looked rather cute, even dressed as a man.
Being Prem Jhuneja, he never had any problem getting girls – they always threw themselves at his feet. If he had wished he could have easily had fling after fling, without any consequences. However, he knew better than that because he was raised better than that. Both his mother and Biji had taught him that women were to be respected, honored and cherished. They were sensual and beautiful beings, not things you played with and tossed out when you were done. If Prem and been the playboy that he could have been, he would have disappointed the two women that meant everything to him; he would never do that. After seeing this mystery woman he somehow felt different – as if he knew that she was different from the rest. He just wanted to see her as she was, sans the manly get up. Prem's wish came true four days after the mehndi.
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Past-
Prem was just a tad late to Nihaal's wedding; being Prem Jhuneja had its draw backs. He had been hounded at his office and outside his house with reporters who were interested in knowing when the youngest Jhuneja would be tying the knot since his brother was already on the way to becoming a happily married man. He had gotten to the ceremony just in time for the pheres. He was so busy trying not to miss the ceremony that he didn't pay any heed to anything around him. After the wedding ceremony was done, Prem didn't really know what to do. He decided to just go to the back of the reception hall and hang out with his friends and some of Nihaal's friends. While he was socializing he heard the song 'Meri Banno Ki Aayegi Baraat' (from the film Aaina) come on the speaker, but he didn't pay any attention to it. Prem was just enjoying himself when he over heard a bit of the conversation from the people adjacent to him.
"It's such a nice song to dance too. The song is prefect since it's actually is her sisters wedding," said an elderly lady.
That is when it clicked for Prem; the girl he was dying to see was performing to this song. He raced over to the stage only to reach it too late. The song was over and the girl was gone, lost in a swarm of others who were congratulating her. No matter how hard he tried he just couldn't get a glimpse of her. Finally, after repeated tries, Prem gave up and went back to the party.
Soon the party was in full swing, everyone was on the dance floor having a good time; everyone except for Prem. He just couldn't get over the fact that he had missed seeing this girl due to a delay of a few seconds. Suddenly Prem felt a hand on his left shoulder; he turned to see it was his brother. Nihaal had somehow managed to drag him onto the dance floor. Prem was fuming mad; he literally could have killed his brother right then and there. However, looking back he owed that one careless gesture from his brother, his life. On the dance floor Prem tried his best to dance to the rhythm but he knew he was a lousy dancer – two left feet and all - so turned to leave. In the process he had managed to knock smack into someone causing them to lose their balance and nearly fall. Prem quickly caught that person and helped them get stabilized.
Once both Prem and the stranger were at grips again he looked at her and a realization dawned on him, "My God is she beautiful."
He always had girls chasing after him, however, the girls that threw themselves at him were gorgeous, one more so then the previous one; all of them were super model types. However, none of them were 'beautiful'; they looked hot…smokin' hot, but not one of them was beautiful.
But this girl that was standing in front of him, this girl…she was a classic beauty who had rendered him speechless. She had long black hair, not dyed to change the natural look, like many people were doing now. She had a great body, not bone skinny but curvy in all the right places. She wasn't baring her skin for the world to see in a revealing outfit; instead she was dressed in a modest, yet modern, beautiful green ghagra-choli. She wasn't pasty with loads of makeup on or falling over in jewelry. Her face gave off an air of innocence and culture that he hadn't seen before. Her eyes, oh my God her eyes, you could easily get lost in those eyes. Those chocolaty eyes allowed you to peer right into her soul. Those eyes, they look so familiar, but from where?
"I'm so sorry, I didn't see you," she said.
Hearing her voice was like a special melody playing in his ears. Prem took a few second to respond, he hoped the girl didn't notice his idiocy.
"No, it's not your fault, I ran into you," Prem said.
"Well, thanks for saving me from falling," she said as she giggled.
"Oh yeah…no problem," he said in a slight stutter.
"Umm…do I have something on my face," the girl asked with a crocked eyebrow, "You keep staring at me."
"Oh, no…" Prem said as he tried to divert his eyes away from the girl, "No, it's just that you look really familiar. Have I seen you before?"
"Actually you have seen me before," the girl confessed as she blushed just slightly. "We had met about four days back, but we haven't been introduced officially yet."
"Four days?" Prem said with a confused look on his face, "Impossible, I would remember YOU." Prem realized what he said; he practically sounded like some stupid playboy bachelor – he then tried to fix it, key word 'tried'. He didn't was to seem like he was paying too much attention to her, he wanted to be casual yet special in some way. "I mean because…I never forget a face." He groaned inwardly, he had managed to keep it casual, but he had also managed to group her in with just about everyone else in the Indian population.
"Well," the girl began to say with a glint of mischief in her eyes, "…maybe it will help if you picture me in a fake mustache and full on beard."
"What? A fake what?" Prem asked, trying to wrap his head around what she had said. Then something clicked, "Are you the person that thought I was Nihaal Bhaia?"
"Guilty as charged," the girl said blushingly.
"That means you are…" Prem's eyes widened in shock, could it really be he thought.
"Hi, I'm Heer Maan, Raaji Maan's…oops…I mean Raaji Jhuneja's younger sister. You must be Prem Jhuneja, if I'm not mistaken," she said as she extended a hand to shake.
Prem reached out to her and as soon as their hands met he felt it again; something like an electric shock running trough his whole body and ending at his heart. He had found her and she was much more that he had ever expected. Prem was staring at her in such a daze that he didn't notice when someone had come and taken her away. When he finally came back to reality he was watching her walk away laughing with someone. That laugh – God it was good to hear that laugh in person again, and not just in his head.
Prem was furious with himself for letting her get away; not once but twice in one night. He had to find out more about her, he just had to know more about her. He new the perfect person who could tell him all he wanted to know, his new Bhabi; who better then her own sister. Prem knew that he couldn't just start asking questions like that to his new Bhabi. The way he saw it, he should let a few weeks pass, get to know his new Bhabi and then begin his inquisition on Heer – what a lovely name he thought. Prem had it all planned out; he would just have to wait a few weeks…one month tops. He could do that, after all he was steel clad Prem Jhuneja. However, he already had a feeling that the 'steel clad' persona had begun to melt.
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Destiny had other plans for Prem Jhuneja. A few days after Nihaal and Raaji's wedding Prem had to leave for the States again. The deal that he had finalized before his return to India had run into some problems that only he or Nihaal could take care of. Nihaal was a newly wed and Prem would never even ask his brother to leave his new bride; the only solution left was for him to go…a decision he made with a heavy heart. Prem didn't want to go, he wanted to stay and find a way to get to Heer. However, he had no choice, he had to leave and he didn't know when he would be returning. His heart would have to be put on hold for now; he just prayed that while he was gone Heer didn't find someone else. He didn't even know if she was with someone at that time, it was completely possible. Just the thought of Heer with another man made him angry; the thought of some other man making her smile and touching her was enough to get his blood boiling. It didn't matter; Prem would give any Romeo in his way a run for Heer. He just prayed that since God had put Heer in his heart that God wouldn't take her away from his life; not so soon……
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