FF: Re-engagement - chp 10 page 13 (24/6) - Page 2

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Chapter 2

Her Prem was alive.

Questions arose wildly in her mind starting so many threads that she could not think properly. If Prem was alive, why had he not contacted her during the last year? Why was he back now? Where had he been all this time?

"Prem.......?"

"Yes Heer, it is me."

Heer stared at him. This was impossible. She had seen Prem's dead body. She still could not believe it.

"God, it's good to see you again," he whispered as he touched the small gold locket at her throat his fingers brushing her skin.

A jolt of realisation ripped through her so sharp, so fierce that she gasped, tried to jerk back. But he tightened his grip, held her close.

"You kept it," he said, lifting the pendant. "All this time, and you still wear it."

Her eyes began to water. It really was him. One touch and her body and soul were alive, responding to him, whether her mind followed or not.

His eyes burned into her sucking in every little detail he had missed one the last few months, devouring her.

"Talk to me, Prem. Why are you back, what happened, where have you been all this time? What are you doing hiding in your own home?"

He moved his hand from the pendant, bent his head, his lips almost touching her, his breath warm and soft as a feather. "I need your help," he whispered. "It's a matter of national security"said Prem and sighed deeply. "Do you know how much I've missed you, how much I've missed this----" and pulled her into a hug.

The man she had loved all her life with all her heart was back in her arms, hugging her and holding her. Emotion imploded and she became incapable of pulling away. Tears spilled down her cheeks
freely washing away the months. So many, many lonely nights, she had dreamed of this one day. Suddenly nothing mattered but his moment.

She leaned into him and touched his face. Suddenly she felt the line of his scar under her fingertips. Reality exploded sharply through her brain. She stilled. She slowly traced the line along his cheekbone to the corner of his mouth. He felt the question in her touch.

"The bomb blast,"he said simply, covering her hand with his own and pulling her back to him.

The blast that was supposed to have killed him.

Heer pulled back and forced herself to take a step back. He let her, his eyes watching her intently.

"What... what do you mean, you need my help? And what about national security?" She asked. "Does this have anything to do with RR?"

Prem looked at her enquiringly. Heer suddenly felt embarassed. Why should he be making her feel guilty? He was the one who had betrayed her. He was the one who left her. He let her think he was dead all these months. Why should she feel even vaguely compelled to explain anything to him.

"We have a lot to talk about, Heer. May I come in?"

"You are in,"she said.

"May I come in Heer?" he asked again.

"Sure. Please come in. Please come back from the dead, Prem. Please walk right back into my life, my room" she said angrily blinking back the tears.

Something dangerous and hot flashed in his eyes.

Heer stared at him blankly. She should run. She didn't know who this person was. Then again, whom was she kidding. This was her Prem, except that he had changed. A deep and desperate curiosity stopped her in her tracks. This was her soulmate, the man she was going to marry. And he was here, back in his house, in her room. She needed to do this. She needed to know why, where he'd been.

to be continued................

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Pragya

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Chapter 3

"Would you like something to drink, Prem?" "Maybe some tea or some juice?"

"A cup of tea would be nice, thank you," Prem said, shrugging out of his coat.

Heer went into the kitchen and started making tea. That's when she realised how badly her hands were trembling. She closed her eyes for a moment and steadied her nerves. Then she poured two cups
of tea - one for Prem and one for herself. She needed it.

She picked up a cup in each hand, sucked in her breath and turned to face him. And her resolved crumpled instantly.

He was watching her so intently she almost forgot how to walk. She tried to force her legs to move smoothly across the wooden floor, tried not to trip over the rug. She held out a cup to him. He took it, his fingers brushing slowly over hers as he did, his eyes never leaving hers. He lifted the rim to his lips, slowly sipped, eyes still locked with hers.

"Who's tailing you Heer?"

She choked on her sip. "What?" Her eyes watered as the tea burned down the wrong way.

"Who's following you?"

"No one's following me."

"Take a look," he said, walking across to the window. "Under that tree, right across the park"

"Don't be ridiculous. That car's not tailing me. No one's tailing me."

He remained silent, watching her, trying to read something. It made her nervous.

"Maybe its someone looking for you." Heer said.

He ignored the taunt. "That car came in right behind you after RR dropped you off tonight, Heer." His eyes searched hers for reaction.

She looked sharply away. She didn't want to show him how seeing RR had affected her.

When she saw RR again that evening, she had a sudden, sickening feeling that things were about to come to a head, that RR was going to force her to get married to him. She'd been dreading that moment. When RR proposed to her tonight, she felt dizzy. Claustrophobic. She knew RR had been obsessed with her since he first time hesaw her, but her heart belonged exclusively to Prem. When Prem left about a year back, he'd managed to take a part of her with him - her soul. He'd rendered her incapable of feeling again. She'd gone through the daily motions, but not for a moment was she really alive. When she was with Prem, she felt plugged into the very rhythms of the universe, in tune with the resonance of life. After Prem was gone, she was sort of numb.

"Did RR ask you to marry him?" he said darkly, his eyes still fixed on hers.

"Yes,"she said.

"So he proposed, and you accepted?" "Do you love him, Heer?" he whispered. "Do you really know this man? Do you love him like you used to love me?"

Emotion welled up so sharp and hot it hurt, filling her eyes, choking her words in her throat. She began to shake inside. "Damn you, Prem,"she said quietly. "You left me, about a year ago, and you come back and ask me this, tonight?". Her voice caught. "It's not your business who I love, not anymore."

Heer took a step back. "Look, Prem, if you don't tell me what you want from me and why you're here, I'm going to ask you to leave."

Prem took a step towards her and grasped her wrist. "RR is involved in a plot to overthrow the government. RR is a part of the covert organisation that has joined hands with the terrorists. This organisation plans to attack the major cities in the country and then make your fiance the leader of the 'free world' six days from now. That's all the time I have to stop them. That's what I have been hired to do. That's what I intend to do. And you are going to help me do it."

Heer tried to jerk free, but his grip tightened. She yanked frantically against his hold. "Let me go, Prem. I have no knowledge about any of this. And he's not my fiance. I did not agree to marry him."

Something - hope? - flared hot and sharp in his eyes. "That helps,"he said. "We have six days. If we fail, a set of biological bombs will be released over all the major cities. Repercussions will be felt everywhere."

Heer was shocked. She couldn't believe what Prem was saying. She couldn't breathe. Her face was pale.

Prem hated this. His mouth felt like ash. His chest hurt. He couldn't see Heer suffering like this. But the job had to be done. He looked at Heer. She still wore the pendant, and that told him something. The locket had been a symbol of what they both shared - a dream for the future. It made a fierce kind of pride burn inside him. And the fact that she rejected RR fed him with a flare of hope.

"How do you know all this Prem? Why should I believe you?"

"Because it's the truth."

"I want to know, Prem,"Heer said suddenly. "Everything. I want to know who you're working for, where you've been. What happened all these months....... everything."

He nodded his head slowly, then seated himself on the sofa opposite her.

"When I woke up in Delhi after the blast I tried calling you and my family. But I couldn't reach you. I talked to RR. He ensured me that he would tell you that I was alive. Then I came across a copy of a newspaper and I saw my obituary in it. I confronted RR and he said that I had a hole in my heart and I had only six months to live. He said that the family was coping well without me and that you and the family couldn't see me die again. He assured me that he would take care of all of you. I used that incident to disappear. I travelled to Delhi and got myself enrolled in a army of men who devoted their lives to the country. I wanted to live the rest of my life doing something for my country."

Heer remained silent. He could practically see her heart beating under the white salwar.

"What army of men?"

"It is a private military company. We are all military advisors. Whenever there is an issue of national security, we're ready to step in for a fee. It's a legitimate business."

A haunted look sifted through her features. Heer dropped her face into her hands and sat like that for what seemed like ages. Then a silent sob racked her frame and Prem saw that her hands were wet.

"Heer?"

"All this time you were alive and I didn't even know. And all I thought was you were dead..... and I...... you never....... How could you do that to me, Prem? How could you not let me know you were all right?" She started to shake.

Prem studied her, his heart twisting, aching to comfort her. But he held his distance. He wanted Heer to accept the truth that RR was involved in something criminal. He wanted her to ask the right questions and take the first steps to acceptance.

"I'm so sorry, Heer,"Prem said softly. "I know this can't be easy."

Heer's eyes flashed to his. Well, it that wasn't the understatement of the night. Heer sank back to the sofa as she stared at Prem. This was her Prem alright.

to be continued......

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