Hmm. Okay. So the first time I tried posting this up, my internet whacked out on me. So here's hoping it'll work the second time around! Enjoy! 😃
Koi Mil Gaya
Usually, Preet Juneja loved huge parties. He liked mingling with people whose faces he wouldn't remember the next day. He liked talking with them as if they were good friends.
But today, with a glass of Coke in hand, Preet's smile felt forced and he felt restless. He wanted to be somewhere else, anywhere else but talking to a group of strangers.
He felt like something huge was about to happen today, and soon. His heart started racing. He looked around, desperate for any opportunity to escape. Finding none, he politely excused himself.
He made his way to the kitchen, sidestepping a puddle of orange soda. Someone should clean that up, he thought.
He leaned back against the kitchen counter, sipping his Coke. He couldn't remember having felt so restless before, and he wasn't sure he liked how it felt.
A girl came into the kitchen, dressed simply in a purple cotton salwaar kurta. She smiled briefly at Preet, who returned the smile, watching her.
His heart was pounding so loudly he was sure the girl could hear it. Butterflies flew in his stomach, making him feel like he was about to throw up. There was something about her that called out to Preet, but he couldn't place it.
She didn't notice the puddle of orange soda and stepped into it. She slipped, and Preet reflexively reached out and caught her.
She stared up at him with wide, brown eyes, breathing heavily. He gazed back down at her, committing her to his memory.
This was it, he realized. This was what had made him so restless the entire day.
Holding her, this girl he had never seen before, nothing felt more right.
"Kya aap mujhe chodenge, please?" she asked softly.
Preet snapped out his reverie. They straightened, and she steadied herself against the counter.
"Thank you." She glanced at him from the corner of her eyes, blushing. She took a moment to compose herself, then went to the counter, where a tray of samosas sat awaiting her.
"I'm Preet," he said. He had to say something before she left. He had to find out who she was. He had to make her stay.
"Meher," she replied, not looking at him.
Meher. Preet smiled. "Hi."
Khwabon Khayalon Khwahishon Ko Chehra Mila
Khwabon Khayalon Khwahishon Ko Chehra Mila
Mere Hone Ka Matlab Mila
Koi Mil Gaya
Koi Mil Gaya
Haan Kaun Mil Gaya
Koi Mil Gaya
"Preet, tum yahaan ho? Hum tumhe kab se dhoondh rahe they!" Preet peeled his eyes away from Meher, turning them on his mother, who had just come into the kitchen. "Aao, Mrs. Banerjee tumhe apni beti se milvana chahti hai!"
What? Wait, he didn't want any Mrs. Banerjee's daughter! He wanted Meher. He turned back to her as Gayatri pulled him out of the kitchen, but Meher was counting the number of samosas in the tray. Her eyes flickered to him briefly, but he didn't see them.
Meher let out a breath she didn't know she had been holding. Was it relief? She didn't know. What she did know was that her heart wanted to see him again. Preet.
"Meher, tum yahaan ho? Main tumhe kab se dhoondh rahi thi! Samosa tayaar hain kya?" Heer bustled into the kitchen, looking as frazzled as she always did whenever she catered for parties.
"Ji, Di. I was just bringing them out," Meher replied.
Heer took the samosas from her. "Clean up that spill."
Meher sighed as Heer left, leaning back against the counter. She looked at the orange soda spill. "I hate you, you know that?" she told it.
Yun Toh Hum Tum Milne Ko Milte Rahe
Yun Toh Hum Tum Milne Ko Milte Rahe
Par Kyun Aaj Aisa Laga
Koi Mil Gaya
Koi Mil Gaya
Haan Kaun Mil Gaya
Koi Mil Gaya
Mrs. Banerjee's daughter had a very large forehead, Preet noticed in the moments when he wasn't searching for Meher.
Whenever he caught a glimpse of her, Mrs. Banerjee's daughter - what was her name? Geeta? Sita? Rita? Well, it's not Meher - would ask him a question, demanding his attention. He was annoyed with her, but of course, with Gayatri standing just beside him, he couldn't show it.
He tried to excuse himself, but Gayatri wouldn't hear of it.
So he resorted to searching for glimpses of Meher and nodding politely to whatever Geeta-Sita-Rita Banerjee said.
Mujhse Milkar Kya Hota Hai Yeh Batlao Na
Yeh Batlao Na
Baat Yeh Hum Kaano Mein Kahenge, Paas Mein Aao Na
Paas Mein Aao Na
Jo Baat Tum Kahoge Woh Baat Main Bhi Jaanu
Yeh Paas Mein Aane Ki Main Baat Nahi Maanu
Suno Na Suno Na Suno Na
Yun Toh Baatein Karne Ko Karte Rahe
Par Kyun Aaj Aisa Laga
Koi Mil Gaya
Koi Mil Gaya
Haan Kaun Mil Gaya
Koi Mil Gaya
Meher had never remembered being so distracted in her work. Since the incident in the kitchen, she had spilled three different types of drinks (and of course, had to clean them up), had mistakenly placed the butter chicken where the butter paneer should have been (earning herself a very shrill lecture from Heer, whose reputation was at stake), and tripped over a gap in the carpet, spilling dal all over a very lovely yellow sari on a rather unattractive Auntyji.
As she hurried back to the kitchen to grab a stack of paper towels in what she supposed would be a fruitless attempt at cleaning up spilt dal, she caught a glimpse of Preet conversing with a lady with a rather large forehead. Oh, so he's already taken. Figures. Well, now that you know, focus on your work before Di murders you!
Aa Kar Mere Paas Mein Tum Ho
Jaa Kar Bhi Ho Paas, Jaa Kar Bhi Ho Paas
Is Ehsaas Ke Jaisa Koi Aur Nahin Ehsaas
Aur Nahin Ehsaas
Yeh Jo Bhi Ho Raha Hai Kyun Jaanta Nahin Main
Apne Hi Dil Ki Baatein Pehchaanta Nahin Main
Pehchaano Pehchaano Pehchaano
Dil Toh Apna Pehle Bhi Dhadka Kiya
Par Kyun Aaj Aisa Laga
Koi Mil Gaya
Koi Mil Gaya
Haan Kaun Mil Gaya
Koi Mil Gaya
Preet spotted Meher all but running back to the kitchen, her face rather red. He glanced in the direction where she had come from, and saw a lady - Mrs. Walia? - covered in rajma, with the remainder of the culprit sprawled on the floor.
"Maa, mujhe bathroom jana hai," he whispered to Gayatri. She shooed him off, and breathing a sigh of relief, he snuck into the kitchen.
He watched Meher as she rummaged through cupboards, looking for something.
"Can I help you?" he asked in his huskiest voice.
Meher jumped, and turned, her face going redder by three or four shades. "Voh...paper towels chahiye they," she stammered.
Preet walked up to her, cornering her against the cupboard. He slowly leaned in close, so close that he felt her breath on his cheek. "Tumhare peeche rakha hai," he whispered, unknowingly sending chills down her spine. He reached behind her and pulled out the paper towels, straightening.
Meher took them from him, afraid to look at him, lest her eyes reflected her desire just like his eyes surely did. She mumbled a thank you, scurrying out of the kitchen.
Preet watched her, leaning back against the counter, a happy smile on his face. Forget Geeta-Sita-Rita Banerjee; he knew that Meher was the one for him!
Khwabon Khayalon Khwahishon Ko Chehra Mila
Mere Hone Ka Matlab Mila
Yun Toh Hum Tum Milne Ko Milte Rahe
Par Kyun Aaj Aisa Laga
Koi Mil Gaya
Koi Mil Gaya
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I apologise for the weird formatting. Somehow my laptop's not letting me do stuff right today...I'll try my best to fix it as far as my laptop will let me!
Love,
Bhav (:
Edited by sourpuss - 16 years ago
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