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Hi everyone, I love the jodi of Preet and Meher (Meet) so much that I wanted to write a fan fic for them. I have not written any fan fics in this forum before, so comments will help me improve. I am very new to India-forums and to this forum but KDM is the only serial I watch (edited) and I love the KDM forum very much. I love the jodi of PH as well but I am writing a Meet story because I am not sure whether we will be able to see a love track between Preet and Meher in the serial. I hope we do, of course.
Sorry for the rambling. The usual copyright disclaimers, all characters owned by Balaji telefilms, I'm just having fun writing this.
A/N: I started writing this fic before I met this really cool person online....Since then, she has been a total inspiration for me. She made me fall truly, madly, deeply in love with Meet (I was already in love of course, that's why this fic. But reading her stories just rocketed my Meet emotions skyhigh and Across the Universe:) And so, I wish to dedicate this fic to Bhav (sourpuss) for being the wonderful person she is and for churning out brilliant Meet tales for our Meet starved souls! Hope I can do this dedication the justice it deserves (although I seriously doubt it!)
So, forgive me any mistakes and of course, thanks so much for reading this. Now on to the story.
Index:
Chap 1 - Page 1
Chap 2 - Page 3
Chap 3 - Page 6
Chap 4 - Page9
Chap 5 - Page 9
Chap 6 - Page 14
Chap 7 - Page 18
Chap 8 - Page 18
Chap 9 -Page 24
Chap 10 - Page 24
Chap 11 - Page 24
Chap 12 - Page 24
Chap 13 - Page 24
Chapter 14 - Page 24
Chapter 15 - Page 24
Last Bit - Page 25
Chapter 1
"What are you thinking about, little brother?" Preet looked up as his brother sat down opposite him, munching on an apple. "About how to get Harman Bhai's room organized quickly, so that you can move back into your room," said Preet cheekily, winking at him.
"Oh! That!" replied Prem, "don't worry about it Preet. Take your time. I mean, I'm not in any particular hurry."
Preet smiled. "That's not what you said last time." He whistled a tune cheerily.
"Shut up Preet!"
"Okay!, so you're not in a hurry. And, here, I was getting all worked up..."
"I can see that," muttered Prem under his breath.
"Did you say something Prem Bhaiyya (PB)?"
Prem rolled his eyes.
"trying to get Harman Bhai's room organized" continued Preet, the smile fixed on his face, "within the next couple of days, so that Heer Bhabhi and you can move back into your room. I mean just some time ago, you were asking me whether I could get the work done…."
"Yes, Yes, never mind that. Anyway, a couple of days is fine," said Prem hastily.
"But since you say you're not in any particular hurry, I'll get it done in a couple of weeks," Preet smiled mischievously, enjoying baiting his older brother.
Prem sighed, shaking his head. "Preet! You are simply…Oh! Hello Meher, how do you tolerate this guy? Honestly!"
Meher, who had just walked into the room, grinned, "What happened PB? What has he done now?"
"Well, for one, he is so exasperating and…" said Prem
Preet jumped in, "Hello! Talk about me as I wasn't in the room, won't you! How gracious! And for your kind information, young lady, I haven't done anything. I like the way you always assume that I'm the one who is to blame for anything!!!"
"Because, you're usually the one who's up to something, that's why," Meher informed him sweetly.
"Hello! Is this the way a nicely brought up girl talks about her husband. Show me loads of respect, come on." Preet admonished her, his eyes sparkling with mischief.
Meher giggled. She couldn't help herself. She stuck her tongue out at Preet. "There! Is that enough respect?" She burst into peals of laughter at the expression on his face.
Prem smiled and started to walk away.
"Wait, I'll show you….Preet stood up suddenly and lunged at Meher, trying to catch her arm but she danced out of his reach, having anticipated him correctly, laughing merrily.
"You are so predictable Preet," she threw at him as she ran towards PB, "PB, wait!"
"PB, catch hold of her please," Preet yelled at the same time as Meher shouted "PB, help me please."
As Meher swerved to take cover behind Prem, Preet laughed nastily, "Meher, got you now. Remember, PB's my brother. He'll always help me. Not you, stupid!" And then stopped short as PB raised his arms as a protective cover for Meher, while murmuring, "Run off Meher, I'll hold him."
"Et tu Brutus" Preet told him, in a tone of great sadness.
"Serves you right kiddo" Prem told him with great satisfaction.
Meher peeped at Preet from behind PB's shoulder, her cheeks flushed, "And PB's my Jiju, I'm his Saali, his Aadhi Gharwali. Of course, he'll help me, stupid!" And she danced away yet again, laughing.
"That does it! Oh! My Poori Gharwali….No one can save you now." He maneuvered himself smartly around PB and ran after Meher, who squealed and ran out of the room, Preet in pursuit.
While running ahead, Meher turned to check on Preet's progress, and then ran into someone. She felt herself being caught as she slipped and she turned to look up when she froze….."Harman Bhaiyya, catch hold of….."Preet's voice trailed away suddenly. Meher felt her colour rise as she pulled away from Harman, mumbling an apology.
She turned towards Preet, her eyes seeking his uncertainly. He reached out and took her hand in his. "Caught you finally," he told her grinning, trying to get her to smile again. Seeing Meher with that lost look in her eyes made him very uneasy. "Come, I want to show you something," he led her away.
Harman stared after Preet and Meher. "Honey, you must do something about that tart Meher. I see she's still trying to get you away from me." The silken tones of his wife startled him and he turned to meet her gaze. "As if!" Maya sniffed disdainfully. "All these childish methods of trying to touch you. Disgusting!" "It was an accident Maya," he told her. She raised an eyebrow, "Puhleease Honey, don't bother, I can SEE, you know! I saw the whole thing! Anyway, I can deal with her. Forget her, I've thought of something we can do today……
Okay, that's it for the first chapter. Please let me know if you liked it, if I should continue...Thanks so much everyone.
Sorry for the rambling. The usual copyright disclaimers, all characters owned by Balaji telefilms, I'm just having fun writing this.
A/N: I started writing this fic before I met this really cool person online....Since then, she has been a total inspiration for me. She made me fall truly, madly, deeply in love with Meet (I was already in love of course, that's why this fic. But reading her stories just rocketed my Meet emotions skyhigh and Across the Universe:) And so, I wish to dedicate this fic to Bhav (sourpuss) for being the wonderful person she is and for churning out brilliant Meet tales for our Meet starved souls! Hope I can do this dedication the justice it deserves (although I seriously doubt it!)
So, forgive me any mistakes and of course, thanks so much for reading this. Now on to the story.
Index:
Chap 1 - Page 1
Chap 2 - Page 3
Chap 3 - Page 6
Chap 4 - Page9
Chap 5 - Page 9
Chap 6 - Page 14
Chap 7 - Page 18
Chap 8 - Page 18
Chap 9 -Page 24
Chap 10 - Page 24
Chap 11 - Page 24
Chap 12 - Page 24
Chap 13 - Page 24
Chapter 14 - Page 24
Chapter 15 - Page 24
Last Bit - Page 25
Chapter 1
"What are you thinking about, little brother?" Preet looked up as his brother sat down opposite him, munching on an apple. "About how to get Harman Bhai's room organized quickly, so that you can move back into your room," said Preet cheekily, winking at him.
"Oh! That!" replied Prem, "don't worry about it Preet. Take your time. I mean, I'm not in any particular hurry."
Preet smiled. "That's not what you said last time." He whistled a tune cheerily.
"Shut up Preet!"
"Okay!, so you're not in a hurry. And, here, I was getting all worked up..."
"I can see that," muttered Prem under his breath.
"Did you say something Prem Bhaiyya (PB)?"
Prem rolled his eyes.
"trying to get Harman Bhai's room organized" continued Preet, the smile fixed on his face, "within the next couple of days, so that Heer Bhabhi and you can move back into your room. I mean just some time ago, you were asking me whether I could get the work done…."
"Yes, Yes, never mind that. Anyway, a couple of days is fine," said Prem hastily.
"But since you say you're not in any particular hurry, I'll get it done in a couple of weeks," Preet smiled mischievously, enjoying baiting his older brother.
Prem sighed, shaking his head. "Preet! You are simply…Oh! Hello Meher, how do you tolerate this guy? Honestly!"
Meher, who had just walked into the room, grinned, "What happened PB? What has he done now?"
"Well, for one, he is so exasperating and…" said Prem
Preet jumped in, "Hello! Talk about me as I wasn't in the room, won't you! How gracious! And for your kind information, young lady, I haven't done anything. I like the way you always assume that I'm the one who is to blame for anything!!!"
"Because, you're usually the one who's up to something, that's why," Meher informed him sweetly.
"Hello! Is this the way a nicely brought up girl talks about her husband. Show me loads of respect, come on." Preet admonished her, his eyes sparkling with mischief.
Meher giggled. She couldn't help herself. She stuck her tongue out at Preet. "There! Is that enough respect?" She burst into peals of laughter at the expression on his face.
Prem smiled and started to walk away.
"Wait, I'll show you….Preet stood up suddenly and lunged at Meher, trying to catch her arm but she danced out of his reach, having anticipated him correctly, laughing merrily.
"You are so predictable Preet," she threw at him as she ran towards PB, "PB, wait!"
"PB, catch hold of her please," Preet yelled at the same time as Meher shouted "PB, help me please."
As Meher swerved to take cover behind Prem, Preet laughed nastily, "Meher, got you now. Remember, PB's my brother. He'll always help me. Not you, stupid!" And then stopped short as PB raised his arms as a protective cover for Meher, while murmuring, "Run off Meher, I'll hold him."
"Et tu Brutus" Preet told him, in a tone of great sadness.
"Serves you right kiddo" Prem told him with great satisfaction.
Meher peeped at Preet from behind PB's shoulder, her cheeks flushed, "And PB's my Jiju, I'm his Saali, his Aadhi Gharwali. Of course, he'll help me, stupid!" And she danced away yet again, laughing.
"That does it! Oh! My Poori Gharwali….No one can save you now." He maneuvered himself smartly around PB and ran after Meher, who squealed and ran out of the room, Preet in pursuit.
While running ahead, Meher turned to check on Preet's progress, and then ran into someone. She felt herself being caught as she slipped and she turned to look up when she froze….."Harman Bhaiyya, catch hold of….."Preet's voice trailed away suddenly. Meher felt her colour rise as she pulled away from Harman, mumbling an apology.
She turned towards Preet, her eyes seeking his uncertainly. He reached out and took her hand in his. "Caught you finally," he told her grinning, trying to get her to smile again. Seeing Meher with that lost look in her eyes made him very uneasy. "Come, I want to show you something," he led her away.
Harman stared after Preet and Meher. "Honey, you must do something about that tart Meher. I see she's still trying to get you away from me." The silken tones of his wife startled him and he turned to meet her gaze. "As if!" Maya sniffed disdainfully. "All these childish methods of trying to touch you. Disgusting!" "It was an accident Maya," he told her. She raised an eyebrow, "Puhleease Honey, don't bother, I can SEE, you know! I saw the whole thing! Anyway, I can deal with her. Forget her, I've thought of something we can do today……
Okay, that's it for the first chapter. Please let me know if you liked it, if I should continue...Thanks so much everyone.
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