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Heer again woke up in the middle of the night feeling thirsty. Prem, who was awake decided that it was not one of the best times to confront her so he quickly called the nurse on duty, telling her to attend heer. It killed him to think that he couldn't talk to her but it was necessary too as he needed to talk to her alone. He had ordered the nurse to make her eat something as she hadn't eaten for a very long time.
After half an hour the nurse came and told him that Mrs. Juneja had protested a lot before eating but had finally given in due to the insistence of the nurse. He thanked her gratefully for her kindness.
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Heer didn't wake up the entire way to their farmhouse, which was a good thing as he knew that if she had woken up than she would have declined to go anywhere with him no matter what he said.
Before heading out of the hospital, Prem had informed old Mrs. Gupta the caretaker to make the place clean as they will be there in an hour. The old farmhouse was located in the outskirts of the city near the countryside. Lalit had built it there so that every summer they could escape to some quietness and peace from the usual hustle and bustle of the city. Driving through the road lined with lush green trees, which lead to the farmhouse, he glanced at her, black tresses of her hair teased her face now n than as the cool breeze played with her hair making it hard for him to look at her beautiful face. He gently removed her hair and looked at her, smiling at her childlike like innocence.
Passing the meadows and rice fields, the farmhouse loomed in front of the car. (em really bad in describing places so here is the pic of wat the farmhouse looks like, I hope u hope it =))
http://www.delhihomes.com/images/Farmhouses%20003.jpg
An old plump lady stood at the doorstep of the farmhouse as a silver Mercedes pulled in the driveway. She had kindly gray eyes, which twinkled as she smiled, looking at the new arrival. Her graying hair was neatly tied in a bun and she wore a white colored shalwar kameez. A pair of reading glasses hung from her neck.
She watched prem get out of the car, and smiled as he greeted her with a nod of his head, smiling warmly. She watched the way he opened the passenger door and gently picked up the sleeping beauty in his arms with utmost care and love and walked towards her. The way he looked at her face told her instantly that this was true love. She couldn't help remembering late Mr. Gupta as she watched both of them.
" Good afternoon Mrs. Gupta", prem greeted the elderly lady. " Good afternoon dear", she replied moving aside as he walked up the stairs towards the master bedroom, which was at the back of the house. His stitches hurt when he walked up the stairs with heer in his arms but he didn't care. Walking in the room he gently laid her on the bed and covered her with a blanket. Turning to Mrs. Gupta he said " I am really thankful to you Mrs. Gupta for arranging things on such a short notice. Thank you very much".
" Oh its nothing dear, you don't have to thank me. By the way, the servants have left and everything is just the way you wanted. Is there anything that you would like?" She inquired. " Yes. I wanted to take a shower, so can you please stay with heer and look after her while I am in the bathroom?" he asked. " Of course dear. You didn't have to ask that. You go ahead and don't worry I wont leave her alone", she promised the young man. " Thank you so much Mrs. Gupta, thanks a lot for your help", he replied hugging the old lady out of gratitude.
" O come on now its nothing ", she replied a little surprised but pleased by his small gesture. " okay I'll be back in 15 minutes", he replied, heading off to the bathroom.
It was night. Mrs. Gupta had prepared dinner and had gone to her home, which was quite nearby.
Heer woke up to find herself on a large bed. The entire room was in darkness except the light from a lamp, which was on a side table. Scanning the room in confusion, her wandering eyes stopped on some one particular'
She felt heat rise up on her cheeks as she looked at him standing in the balcony. Standing under the full moon, he looked like an angel dressed in a casual pair of jeans and a white shirt, which was halfway done. The moonlight glistened off him as she took in every detail of his posture. The slight breeze played with his raven black hair, how she longed to run her fingers through them ' He was talking to someone on his cell phone and didn't notice that she had awakened. A bolt of desire shot through her making her stand up, all the while looking at him' her prem' her love' her husband'
As if sensing her awake, he glanced at her, he forgot what he was saying as he looked at her' as soon as their eyes met, every feeling of love vanished within her only to be replaced by anger! A boiling rage'. This was not her Prem this was Gaurav Sharma. The person who destroyed everything'
" Talk to you later", he muttered in the cell phone and switched it off. He studied her face as she walked towards him. Anger and hatred was etched on her face but what was most evident in her dark brown eyes was pain' unforgivable pain. She came to stand in front of him they stared at each other. But this time it was only prem who looked at her with all the love he had for her. The face he loved more than anything in the world looked at him with hatred and pain., making his heart die every second.
" kyu kia tumne esa haan?kyu kia? Tumhari himmat kaisi hui mera prem banne ki? Kis adikaar se tumne meri mang mei sindoor barha yeh mangulsutra pehnaya? Tumhe kisne haq dia tha ke tum mere jazbaat se khelo? Phir se mujhe zindagi do? Mari vi achi nai lag rahi thi mein tum logo ko? Kitna maro ge mujhe haan?? KITNA MAROGE??? Pehli mooth tab mari jab ma aur papaji chale gae, dosri mooth tab mari jab prem ki sagai ashlesha se hui, tesri mooth tab mari jab zindagi ne mujhse mera prem cheen lia, choti mooth tab mari jab muje uss insan se sagaai karni pari sirf apne ghar ko bachane ke lie aur ab??? Kia samajh rakha hai mujhe? Heer tou bas aik khilona hai na jab chaho uske saath khelo aur jab woh toot jae tou usey dobara joro aur phir se khelna shoro kardo!!" she cried. She covered her face with her hands as she cried. Hard sobs racked through her body' she was about to fall on her knees when he quickly held her up and hugged her' tears streaming down his face.
" Don't you dare touch me! Leave me alone", she cried pounding her fists against his chest. She struggled in his arms but he didn't let her go. " Mar jana chahti ho mein! Mein thak gai ho jee jee ke! Kyun bachaya mujhe haan kyun bachaya? Mujhe prem ke paas jana hai", she sobbed giving up, her hands limp against his chest. He hugged her even more tightly' unable to say anything. Why was she feeling so peaceful in his arms? Why did she felt that everything will be alright as long as she was here in his protective arms? Why did she felt that both their souls were entwining into one another, becoming one' he's not prem, then why did she felt so safe, so loved? " I can't let you die" he cried against her hair. " I love you too much to let you go like that. He gently held her face in his hands and wiped away her tears making them his by clenching them in his fist. Yeh tou prem karta tha' Jab bi mei roti thi tou prem hamesha mere ansoo ko apni muthi mein band karleta tha' ye gaurav tou nai jaan sakta she thought as she looked at his face. Pain was written all over his face and his eyes they could never lie to her' " I am your prem only yours", he whispered looking deeply in her eyes. " no you are not' your..your' gaurav", she said getting away from him but her voice deceived her' he always knew when she was not sure about something and this time, she sounded unconvinced. " agar tum prem hote tou rishab ke saath kabi haath na milate " she said firmly. " heer'", he started. " no", she said holding her hand up. " I don't want to listen to anything. This can all be a trap but you know what Mr. Gaurav Sharma I am done with being played with. I wont believe a word you say", she said. " I am going home", she muttered, walking past him into the room when he stopped her by holding her hand and pulled her hard against him. " Let me go you bas****d!" she said struggling to come out his vice like grip. " You think that I am lying? Fine! Think whatever you want but my heart which beats only for you cant lie because my heart knows that it loves you", he whispered. He placed her hand on his chest and saw the way her eyes widened in shock and disbelief when she first looked at her hand placed on his chest and then at him. She could recognize this peaceful sound anywhere. This was her prem' yeh sirf aur sirf prem ka dil hai jo mere senee mei dharakta hai she thought. " Yes my love, you are right' I am prem' your prem ", he smiled through his tears, answering the question in her eyes. " tumhe yaad hain na hum pehli dafa shiv mandir mei mile they jahan tum muje aik ajnabee samajh ke bhag gai ti' us waqt tumhara dukh muje apna sa lagne laga tha ' tumhari un dard bhari ankhoon mein kho gaya tha mein aur har waqt har pal sirf un ankhoon ko yaad karta tha.. jo muje apni si lagne lagi thi' aur phir meri sagai wale din tum mere kamre mein aai thi.. us waqt pehli baar dekha tha humne aik dosre ko aur us waqt aur bi zyada tumse pyar karne laga tha ' aur phir kismat ne hamey aik kia' kabhi na alag honey ke liye' tum meri patni ho heer meri zindagi ho' mera pyar ho' is dil ki awaz ho aur apni zindagi ko mein janey nai desakta' mein sirf aur sirf tumhara prem ho, sirf tumhara' he murmured looking in her eyes with all the love in the world' " prem", heer choked as she caressed his face in her hands trying to assure herself that this was not a dream.
" haan tumhara prem", he replied. " tum ' tum kahan chale gae they mujhe chor ke? Tumhe pata hai mein kitni akeli hogai thi? Tumhari heer ne kis tarha zindagi guzari tumhare baghair tumhe kuch pata hai? Har waqt chand ko dekh ke tumse baatein kia karti hi' uss chand mein tumhe doondhti thi' yeh sapna tou nai hai na? Koi dosra khel tou nai hai na zindagi ka kyun ke mei thak gai ho prem' mere andar aur himmat nai hai zindagi se larne ki", she cried leaning her forehead against his. " shhh mein ho na tumhare paas' koi bi muje tumse alag nai karsakta' ab bhagwan bhi chahe tou wo bi heer ko apne prem se alag nai karsakte kyun ke hum aik hai' aur do pyar karne walo ko koi be nai alag karsakta' mein hamesha tumhare saath ho' mein wada karta ho ke aj ke baad se kabhi apni patni ko chor ke nai jao ga", he said wiping the tears from her face. " Nai jao ge na?" she whispered. " nai",. " I love you prem", heer confessed softly snuggling in his arms. " I love you too sweetheart", he replied tigheningg his arms around her, smiling joyfully that they were together once again. Who said that they wanted to go to heaven after they die, for both of them heaven was right here in each others arms.
thats it😊.. em expecting loads of comments so plsss dont disapoint me!! love u all!😊will update soon!take care!
Originally posted by: Innocent02
wow nice one
but the end part was sad she still thinks he is gaurav😔
thanks
will be waiting for the update😊
Originally posted by: luckyluv
wow awesome yaar.Plzzzzzzzz update soon!!
