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Chapter 2
Prem's Point Of View
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"Heer?" I say as I move through my room looking out for her only to find her hidden beside the bed, crumpled up, sobbing. I take my eyes away from her. I don't know why but it just hurt me to see Heer cry like that. Sometimes, I just feel guilty of not giving Heer all the happiness she deserved. Heer deserved to be happy. She deserved to start a family, and have a soul-mate that actually loved her. She had to have a child that will call her 'Mama'. Heer deserved to have someone, that loved her. That night that we both spent together, was one of the best moments of my life, or perhaps the only good moment of my life. That night, despite the fact that I was drunk or didn't have an idea of what I was doing, I counted that moment of my life, as one of the best. Another one being our marriage. It was true that I didn't love Heer, but I still cared about her and respected her for the fact that even though to the world, we were Husband-Wife, she never acted as my wife. She never questioned me about anything, and always supported me through out my life. When Sanjana and I went for dinners, it was Heer that told the family that I was at work. It was her who handled the situation perfectly and it was her, who invited Sanjana to everything we did. Be it going out for Candle-light dinners or parties. She always make sured that Sanjana was with me, every step of my life. But for some reason, instead of Sanjana I found Heer there at every step of my life. Guiding me. It is Heer who stays up late at night to ask if I had my dinner or not. It is Heer who gives me advice on what to do in business, and it is Heer who comforts me when I feel that I did something wrong.
I still remember the time when Heer told me she was pregnant. The smile on her face was amazing and something that I would remember all my life. I remember being confused, and it was her, who told me that this was for the family. That whole time, I was confused as to whether it was right for Heer to bring the baby in to the world, and the day that she gave birth to her still-born baby. She didn't cry once. She just seeped it in, giving hope to the others, but I knew how hard it was for her. I used to hear her cry under her bedcovers, or hiding herself in the washroom. I knew how much it hurt her and it hurt me to see her hurt.
"Heer..." I ask, kneeling beside Heer, looking at her cry. It stung. Her moist eyes stare into mine. Her quietness was killing me. "Heer, dekho, please roona mat. Dekho, nahin to main bhi roo paronga." I say, wiping her tears, one by one. Heer gives me a weak smile, I return the same smile with a more hopeful one. "Heer, I am sorry." I finally confess, looking right at her moist eyes, with my courage giving in. I couldn't take it anymore. Heer deserved better then what she was getting. She deserved happiness! She deserved to be honoured as a WIFE. "I am sorry Heer. I know you deserve much better then you are getting. It was all my fault. Saari meri galati hai. I should never have asked you to side with me. I should have never..!" I said, showing my anger on myself. I deserved to be angry at myself. I looked at heer, with anger flaring up in my eyes, and before I could say anything else, Heer quickly slides her hand on to my mouth, shaking her head.
"Tumhari koi galati nahin hai Prem...please, apne aap ko guilty mat banao." Heer says, shaking her head, tears gliding down her eyes. All I wanted to do right now was hold her close to me. Tight. I wanted her to give me all her pain. Tears roll down her eyes, making them roll down mine aswell. Heer turns towards me, and gives me a tight hug, crying as hard as she could. I hold her tight aswell. Not letting her go. I wanted her to get rid of all her pain. She needed to get rid of it.
Outside, I could see 2 white doves, making a home on the tree near our bedroom window pane. I kept staring at the doves, as I continued to pat Heer's hair, and wiping my tears in between. These doves I wondered, had always been togehter ever since. I had seen them come and go every now and then, and now they are making their home here. I smiled. I wished I could have been able to make a home with Heer. Only if I had not been committed to Sanjana. I liked Heer, and she was a fine girl, but I always believed that we humans could only fall in love once, and I already fell in love. Sanjana. Heer is my best friend, who always stood by me in my time of crises but I didn't love her...then why? Why did it hurt me to see Heer being hurt? Why do I cry when she does? I questioned myself. Did I love Heer? Did I?
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3rd Person Point Of View
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It was 9pm now. The day had passed beautifully for Meher and Preet, as well as the whole family. The news about Meher's pregnancy didn't fail to bring a smile to all those dull faces of Meher's in-laws. They was excited now. Excited that finally, they would be able to have one heir to their family. Meher stood near her dressing table, holding one hand to her stomach and smiling. Meher had never understood what Heer had meant by having the pleasure to feel her own baby, and feel it grow before anyone else did, and now, since Meher had the responsibilty of taking care of another human other then herself, now she was understanding the meaning of being a mother. It was a great feeling. Meher smiled to herself. "Hello baby. Aap kaise ho?" Meher asks, staring down at her stomach.
"Hello mummy.." someone says, in a small voice. Meher gets shocked and turns around to find Preet walking over to her. Meher blushes and turns to face the dressing table mirror.
"Preet?" Meher asks, blushing, while Preet just giggles.
"Haan mummy, looks like I disturbed you, didn't I?" Preet asks, giggling.
Meher blushes and places her bangs behind her ears, trying to hide her embarrassement. Preet comes and quickly slides his hands through Meher's waist while Meher lies her head on his chest. Meher smiles, as her heartbeat reaches the point when it is ready to burst like a volcano seeing Preet's closeness. Preet tightens his grip around Meher's stomach.
"Meher..." Preet starts.
"Haan?" Meher replies.
"Thanks Meher." Preet finally says.
"For what?" Meher asks, confused, as she turns around to face him. Preet holds Meher's shoulders as if he would try to convince her for something.
"For everything...for being there for me. For giving me this precious gift. For bringing a smile on everyone's faces." Preet says, placing his hand on Meher's stomach.
Meher smiles. "No Preet. Thank you. If it weren't for you, then I would not have been able to feel what this wonderful feeling was. I would have never known how amazing this feels." Meher says, smiling.
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Prem's Point Of View
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Heer lets go of the hug, and stares at me. Wiping her tears away. "I am sorry Prem. I should have been strong. I shouldn't make you feel guilty Prem. I am sorry Prem..." Heer says, getting up from the ground and moving on to the window where the doves had made thier home, and were now sound asleep.
"Heer..." I try to argue.
"Prem, I don't want to talk about it anymore..." she says, looking at me with moist eyes, smiling. "I am happy that finally Meher will get to know what it feels like to be a mother...and I will pray that whatever happened with me, doesn't happen with her. I will give her the best care in life." she says, as if trying to convince herself more then she was convincing me.
"Good to have you back Heer." I say, as it was the only thing escaping my mouth at that moment.
We both give each other false smiles, which way beneath had pain and sorrow, and continue to stare at the doves sleep. We both somehow felt like those doves, who didn't have any goal, or any certain place in life they wanted to go, but still, were there, travelling in this fast paced life, making thier life, as they went along. We were so similar.
~End of Ch 2~