Part 2
Heer almost dropped the items she had dug out of her pocket, when she saw Prem....Prem Jhuneja...the multibillionaire business tycoon waiting for hours to get a haircut from Heer, a hairstylist. Fortunately for Heer, he cool and calm attitude, did not show her surprise. She decided to treat him like any other customer, but it was very hard to because of her racing heart.
"What can I do for you Mr. Jhunejha?" Heer said cooly.
"Do anything you want. I'm all yours" The way he said that with that smile of his, made Heer weak at the knees. "All her's". Yah, right...She thought to herself. This man was definitely trouble for her, sweet trouble.
" What would you like to do about you hair?" This time her voice was a little stern, indicating she meant business." Well,lets just get to the shampoo first, then you can decide what you'd like to do..."
" Is the shampoo necessary?" The thought of getting his hair shampooed just felt a little akward to him.
" Why do you feel not manly when you get a shampoo." Heer rolled her eyes and her voice had a dry edge to it this time. Prem decided to keep his mouth shut, he wasn't a passive person but around her he just kept quiet." This is just how the process works, I shampoo, cut and then blow dry. Alright? You don't have to blow dry your hair...Does that make a difference?" If he left his hair wet, it would make a big difference, especially to her sanity. She shook away the thought. The way she spoke with the sarcasm, just made him smile, but he tried to seal his smile.
Heer guided him towards the back of the salon where she handed him the plastic apron like cover, to protect his precious suit. Heer turned around to grab the shampoo and the conditioner bottle but to her surprise she found him struggling in putting the covering on. Jeez, she thought. A business tycoon can't even do that. She decided to help, but told herself the only reason for helping him would be to hurry things up, so she could get to the wedding. Yah, right.
"Here,Let me help you with that..." She leaned over him to tie that,only to be pushed by one of the workers who was sweeping the floor, making Heer fall right into Prem's arms. He was seated ona chair and now she was on him. Their eyes met for a minute, Prem's heated intesity passed through her. His warm eyes on her. His lips were full and sensual. He had a light stubble covering that lean jaw. He had a musky scent. Heer felt heat rise to her cheeks, she was defintely hot..hot for Prem. There was music playing in the salon, then the song switched to "Baby I'm amazed by you"
Every time our eyes meet
This feeling inside me
Is almost more than I can take
Baby when you touch me...
Prem and Heer both became aware of the song, Heer noticed a small smirk starting to appear on his face. The insanity had to stop. She pulled herself up from over him and turned around, not wanting to face him. Prem was basking the moment. Heer tired to forget what had just occured, she ordered him to sit in the chair with the his back towards the sink and his head in the sink. Heer stood above him but before sparying the water, she felt the need to run her hand through his silky hair, it was unnecessary and she knew it but she could not stop herself from doing so. Just checking, she lied to herself.
After getting his hair wet, Heer took a reasonable amount of shampoo for his hair and started to apply it in his hair. She lathered it in his hair, before she knew it she was massaging his scalp. His scalp became a sensual treat for Heer's fingers. Prem, had never felt this relaxed in his life before. He could do this forever.
Heer stopped herself in time, washed his hair and then dried them off.
Heer was turning around from throwing away Prem's wet towel from the hamper, when she caught a sight of him that almost made her breath stop. As he got up from the chair, he ran his fingers through his wet hair. He looked good in wet hair...more than good. She had never seen any man look that good in wet hair. Oh Boy, she had to get a grip here.
Tresemme salon was where the elites of the town went. It was truly a place of proffesionals. Heer was one of the best haristylists at the salon.
Heer took him into a different part of the salon where he sat down on the chair with a huge mirror in the front.and the haircut supplies on the dresser.
Heer stood right behind and looked at his perfect face in the mirror but tried to focus on his hair." So what will it be?"
"I don't know..what do you think?" Prem said hesitantly " Just a trim. I wanna look good for the wedding, for which we have to be there in a few hours"
He didn't need to try to look good, it was jsut a natural part of him. Heer kept that thought to herself and casualy said " I think a trim woud be fine..."
She couldn't resist the urge to run her fingers through his wet hair,her touch instantly elicted a reflex within him, he looked up at her with those eyes."Let's get started"
Heer explained to him exactly how she would be proceeding with the haircut.
After she trimmed his hair, she spun the chair so that he was facing her now. He gave her a heated gaze, but he also had a quizzical look whchwondered what she was about to do. Heer bent and Prem's heart beats got faster. What was up with him? Heer sunk her hands in his hair, with her finger she held his hair on both sides of his head, and like any hairstylist she checked if the sides were cut evenly. But with him, she checked that more than a few times. He looked at her face, admired the features. For a minute their eyes locked but Heer broke it away. Then she turned him back around, so he was facing the front of the mirror and she was behind him. She again ran her fingers through his hair. Prem remained silent but his heart was going off, he had no idea why Her little gestures were certainly getting to him bit by bit..
" Looks good..." He said trying to shake away his thoughts.
"Looks more than good...." Heer said proudly, her comment brought out a smile on Prem's face, he thought that she was compliemnting him but Heer brought him down by saying " Ofcourse It's good...afterall i did it" Heer gave him a haughty smile and raised her eyebrows. She got carried away and gave him a quicky friendly wink. Right after she winked, she regretetd it because she realized that Prem may have taken the wink in a flirtatious way. She immediately said " Let's dry" Although he was a complete eye candy with wet hair and that grin. She would have loved to left him with wet hair. He looked .... she did not want to admit it ...but atlast her heart took control of her brain and she admitted to herself that he looked HOT. There was not denying it.
She blow dried his hair and removed the covering on his suit from the back. There were some hair on the back of his neck. Without thinking she brushed them away with her breath by blowing lightly with her mouth on his neck. Prem's eyes widened and his muscles tensed. Even her breaths were so hot, he thought. God! What had gotten into him.
Heer brushed his hair with a hairbrush and looked at him with an approving look. She said " All done.."
Prem went to the cash register and paid, and said bye, walked out the door, then turned around and called out "Heer..."
"Yah..."
Prem completely lost his thoughts, instead like an idiot he jsut said " I'll see you at the wedding..."
Heer just gave him a confused smile, Prem felt like a big idiot. He replayed what he said in his mind "see you at the wedding....stupid!"
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Prem's best friend was Tristian who was getting married. The only indian thing about Prem was his name. His father was an ameican born and raised indian, who had married an italian American. He loved his culture, he was acquainted with the indian community. But his birth in the States and his americanized father influenced him to be more closely knit to the American Culture, but there was something beautiful and pure he felt about the Indian culture.
Heer was an illegitmiate child, whose parents threw her out of their lives and she was shifted from foster homes. She had learned that in life, there was no such thing as love, or sense of belonging. She did not belive in relationships. The only relationship that she had was friendship,which she valued very much. Her best friend Isabella was getting married today.Heer was not in touch with the Indian community herself. They were not very kind to her, she felt they saw right through her dark side and insecurities. She grounded herself to the American culture. She hardly had any indian friends, it was not like she avoided them, she felt as though they somehow did not approve of her. She felt more accepted in the American culture.
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Heer along with being the wedding planner, friend's personal stylist and cosmetician, she also was the maid of honor. Her friend was finally married at the church. It was a beautiful ceremony.
Prem was Tris's best man. He took her breath away in that tux. During the ceremony, Heer's eyes were completely on Prem.
Heer was looking quite stunning herself in her elegant bridesmaid dress. Prem thought that she looked gorgeous. She took his breath away and during the ceremony he could not help but keep his gaze on her.
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Heer stood in the banquet hall where the after-party was. She had never seen her best friend, this happy. The thought of how something like marriage could maker a person so happy. She also knew that Isabella wanted to start a family very soon. She smiled at the thought of her friend being a mom, Heer thought that those kids would be very lucky. Heer though had not been that lucky, she had no idea who her mother was, all she knew was she had thrown her out of her life.
"Everyone gather around...." Isabella said excitedly." I would like to thank someone very special today for everything. My best friend, she did everything for the wedding and believe me when I say everything. Heer.... I love you sis"
Heer just smiled and mouthed a thank you to her. Prem looked her way and smiled, Heer caught him smiling at her but she did not respond.
" Now for the moment you've been waiting for...gather around girls" Isabella was talking about the flower bouquet she was going to throw, all the bridesmaids gather around, they all pulled Heer with them. Isabella threw it, and the bouquet was coming her way when she moved away purposely and it landed in one of the bridesmaid's hands. They all cheered and screamed.
Prem made his way towards Heer and said " Nice Escape... I thought all girls would want the bouquet, you know the saying..whoever catches it, is the one who gets married next... Don't you want to get married?
" No" Heer replied dryly " The last thing I want to do is get tied down to someone. I have a lot to accomplish on my list and marriage is not on that list. Plus I am not a big fan of marriage and weddings"
Heer's words surprised him but he simply said " This is coming from the girl who plans so many weddings, whose friends call her their lucky charm for their wedding does not believe in marriage. You've surprised me Heer..."
" Nothing is what it seems Prem...." He knew nothing about her life, what she had been through. From far everyone thought she had a pretty good life but no one knew what hid beneath that facade. Saying that Heer walked away from him.....
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Prem wished that day, she should have walked away from him, forever. So she could have spared him a lifetime of pain....
Jhanak
Shiv Shakti
