|Haaq| *completed and complied on page 1*

Hello!

This is a fanfic based on the couple "Meet" There are a couple of other couples in this story but the focus is on these two. No comments on comparing couples please. :)

Radz di aka Anhdara13 made me a fantastic mix to illustrate this FF. Do watch it and leave a comment if you have not! Ignore the title in which it says "Shabo's VM" I did not mix it, just told her my "vision" as she calls it.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=i9iaG7zGm0s

[Disclaimer] This story is all my idea, and if anything has been inspired from anywhere, I will state so. This story will be dealing with a mature theme that I have NO experience with, but am trying my hand at it. If at all, for any reason you feel offended, insulted or do not like it, very simply, stop reading. Please do not leave comments in this thread unless it is really a comment or criticism. I am open for criticism but there will be scenes described very in depth and many stark suggestions. So if you don't like it, don't read it. [End]

Part 1

Meher stuck her hand in the sand, feeling its warmness to her bone. The small but chubby 6 year old girl was playing in her father's fields alone as she was waiting for her best friend's arrival. They were going to go spy on Prem Bhaiya and Heer Di, who usually just stared at each other all day long, not saying much of anything. 'Boring!' her best friends, PB's younger brother Preet had pronounced them.

"Motti!"

Meher whipped her head around, her pigtails swinging back and forth, anger flashing in her eyes. There, was Preet, swaggering his way over to her from his house over the hill. Thinking he was so cool becuase he had already turned seven years old a couple of months ago. As he came closer and closer, she got up, and ran towards him. Preet, a sly smirk on his face, held out his hands, knowing that Meher was a huge fan of that stnace from that latest movie, DDLJ. However, his plan backfired, as Meher stalked up to him, raised her hand and slapped him clear across the face.

"Motti kisko kaha!?!?!"

Preet staggered back, his cheek red from the force. Smiling he held his ears, pleading silently with his partner in crime. She narrowed his eyes at him. Slowly, he wore down her resistance, until she had grabbed him by the hand and led him away to their clearing, proudly showing him the castle she had made "all by herself!"

Preet watched her talking so fast, hands waving around to keep up with her words. There was pit in his stomach because he knew what he had to do. Rajveer Bhaiya had already told him and Rajveer Bhaiya was ten years old. He already had a girlfriend (s) and had already started mocking Preet for not having one. In his words "When I was five, I already had five girlfriends Preet, what are you waiting for?" Preet bit his lip. What was he waiting for? Might as well...

Meher was in the middle of showing Preet the 'garden' behind the castle which consisted mostly of rocks when she felt him lean in. Confused she froze. She could feel his breath on her cheek yet she didn't move away. What was he doing? Hesitantly, Preet leaned in and quickly pecked her cheek, emitting a loud screen from Meher.

"EWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW!"

Preet stood back, not sure where he had gone wrong. According to movies the girl was supposed to giggle. According to Rajveer Bhaiya, she was supposed to turn red, a sign that she liked it. Meher was red alright but she didn't look happy. In fact she looked....disgusted? He watched as she turned and ran into the house.

That summer was one of little conversation between the two children who avoided each other like plauge. But they could only avoid each other for so long. Their parents planned a picnic in the late summer, inviting along Rajveer's family and Ashlesha's family. Meher slunk along behind her mother as she in the distance could see Ash Di and Preet playing games together. A flash of anger rippled through her body.

Spotting Meher, Preet got up, leaving a distributed Ashlesha behind. He ran over to Meher and her family and made his polite hello's, and pointed Heer Di in the direction of PB who was throwing rocks in the river. Blushing, Heer ran off, leaving Preet and Meher to walk next to each other, not know what to say. Meher broke the silence.

"I'm sorry Preet. Woh - "

Preet cut her off. "No, it's not your fault, I shouldn't have..I mean...not that I didn't like it...."

Meher looked at him weirdly and decided to ignore the last words. "No, it's my fault, I didn't know what to do...you just scared me."

He turned to look at her, grinning. "You screamed."

She blanched. "I did NOT!"

He continued making fun of her, and she continued yelling and hitting him. From the distance, their parents caught sight of them and nodded approvingly. Only one didn't see happy. One little girl. Who stood with her arms crossed. Watching. And resenting.

***
*inspired from the book "Bitter Chocolate"

Part 2

Fourteen years later little had changed, though now, certain relationships had a much more defined name such as husband and wife. Prem and Heer were married for 3 years now, both blissfully happy. Preet and Meher had tied the knot shortly after and were approaching their first year anniversary. Rajveer, as expected had many flings over the years but everyone knew that he now nursed a soft spot for Ashlesha. No one quite knew how they both ended up together, all that mattered was that when there was a party or a gathering, Ash and Rajveer showed up together. Hand in hand. Smiling. Happy.

'But was she happy?' mused Ashlesha. Her boyfriend was great, everything she had ever wanted. But there was something missing. She knew many girls would kill to be where she was today. A successful woman who worked along side the Juneja brothers in their empire, a wonderful family, a loving boyfriend and not to mention of course, a killing body.

She remembered it as clear as ever. She had been working on a report, over a Saturday night, not to unusual for her when her fuse had blown. That night was when she realized...

She jumped because of the sudden doorbell. Wondering who it could be, in this pouring rain, she got up, huddled in a sweater to go answer it, and there stood Rajveer, wet to the bone, with a bag in his hand. Sheepishly, he held it up.

'Maa figured you would be hungry.'

She smiled and thanked him gracefully. He had asked her why she was sitting in the dark with a couple of candles and she had admitted to her having to have no idea what to do when her fuse had blown. He had offered and went over to the next room to where the box was to try and fix it.

She lit another candle and followed him. There she stood, not sure how to help him, but eager to as much as she could. In just candlelight, she observed his face. His face was drawn in concentration as he struggled with the casing, his shirt clinging to his body, very slight muscles pulsing.

Shocked at herself, she took a step backwards. Her movement caused him to meet her eyes and at that moment, she knew what was going to happen. For a few seconds, no one spoke. He slowly, turned to face her. Goosebumps were making their way all over her body even though all he was doing was looking at her. He took the candle from her and set it down, his eyes never leaving hers. Neither spoke.

And then someone moved, Ash couldn't have said who. She could feel the wall behind her, and the feel of his arms around her waist. He was warm, solid and smelled slightly of rain and something she couldn't put her finger on. As soon as they touched, all thoughts escaped her mind.

She reached up, stroking the back of his neck, slowly. She heard him sigh into her hair. He leaned back, hesitated for a second and tentatively brushed his lips against hers. Again. Harder and with more passion. A slow long kiss. Stopping was impossible.

She couldn't remember when they left that room and ended up on her bed. All she was concisious of was the weight of his body against hers. It was she who slipped her hands under his shirt, almost, quietly asking him a question. He slowly met her demands, and asked for his as well which to she replied.

That had taken place the year after Prem and Heer had gotten married, the night after Preet and Meher were engaged. Still Ashlesha had not been able to find the answer to the question that had haunted her while she was with Rajveer that night. Why she couldn't stop thinking about Preet.

***
Part 3

Preet smoothly slowed the car down to a stop in the driveway, home from a day at work. He smiled at the thought of what was waiting for him at home. Meher. It had been almost a year since their wedding yet the thought of coming home to her still made him smile.

He ran in, pausing to smile at his mother and Heer Bhabhi who told him slyly that Meher was putting away laundry upstairs. He thanked her with a wave, knowing she would make fun of him every chance she got, her way to get payback of all the teasing him and Meher had done to her, growing up.

He paused in the doorway, smiling at the back of his wife's frame, as she folded one of his shirts. Walking up behind her, he slipped his hands around her waist, feeling her shudder. He kissed her cheek, the same spot, right near her ear where he had kissed her for the first time all those years ago. He could hear her smile.

"I missed you."

She smiled, turned around, twinkling eyes meeting her husband's who waited for her response. She grinned.

"I didn't."

His smile dropped faster then ever. A confused expression took over his face, while his wife watched on, stifling to keep her laughter in control.

"You didn't? Why?"

Meher shrugged.

"Bas asi. Itna kaam tha ghar mein, Maa aur HeerDi ki maadad karna tha, aur phir Kuldi ke baache itne shetaani hai - bas fursaat hi nahin mili!"

She turned to look at Preet's face, whose expressions were changing at the speed of lightning. Finally, he seemed to decide on anger and stalked away from her.

"Theek hai! Toh phir tum yahaan abhi tak kyun ho? Jaao naa...apne HeerDi ke paas, aur Tannu aur Vikas ke paas, bas waheen raho! Yahan, mere saath rehne ke kya zuhraat hai?"

Meher smiled at her husband and his child like pout. She walked up behind him, and gently placed her hand on his shoulder.

"Pakka?"

He shrugged her hand off his shoulder.

"Pakka."

She walked around, so she was facing him and wrapped her hands around his neck.

"Sure?"

Preet could feel his resistance breaking, as he slipped his hands around her waist, their foreheads touching slightly. He leaned in, he could hear her giggle, and he smiled slyly in response. He leaned in even closer and she dodged his lips, taunting him. Both were laughing now, lost in their own game.

Someone coughed.

Meher paused. She turned to see her niece and nephew standing in the door way, both with their hands crossed in front of them. Preet not noticing, buried his head in Meher's neck, teasing her with butterfly kisses. She squirmed. "Preet...dekho...bacha...."

"Itne bhi kya jaaldi hai jaan? Heer Bhabhi ko hone do..phir hum soochinge..."

She smacked him hard on his back, making him wince in pain. He turned to see Tannu and Vikas watching them, the latter tapping his foot impatiently. He sighed, frustrated.

"Kya yaar, tum dono bho naa, itne din ke baad biwi romance ke mood mein aaye, tum dono ko abhi aana tha kya?"

At this moment, Vikas couldn't hold the serious pose his sister had taught him and burst into childish giggles, running out of the room. Tannu watched him go, shaking her head. Kids. She turned back to face her aunt and uncle, to deliver her message.

"Heer Maami kerahi ke jaaldi neeche aao, Rajveer Uncle aur Ash Aunty aare dinner ke liye." She turned to go yell at your younger brother, leaving an excited Meher behind.

"FINALLY! It's been days since she's come - I have so much to talk to her about, chalo hato Preet, mujhe tayaar hona hai."

She wiggled out of his arms and walked into the bathroom, talking the whole way. Preet shook his head, and went to go change his shirt, making a mental note to thank Rajveer Bhaiya. Meher was his because of him.

***

Part 4

The atmosphere around the table flowed smoothly, forks clinking against the china, children throwing fistfuls of food at each other when their mother was not looking. Ash however, was oblivious to anything around so entranced she was with person sitting in front of, talking animatedly with Rajveer on her right. Preet had, as always forgotten to run a comb through his hair and shirt was new, she could tell from the crispness of it. Her eyes flashed. If she was his wife, she would have made sure his hair was at least combed. She smiled sweetly at Meher as she passed her a bowl.

"Attention everyone!"

All the attention was redirected at Rajveer, who had stood up, his smile brighter then any light in the room.

"Last night, I might have made the biggest mistake of my life."

'Which was?' asked Preet and Prem in unison. Rajveer grinned down and gently held Ash's left hand out in plain view of everyone.

Preet spit out his water. "And she said YES?!?!?!"

Laughter erupted around the table and Preet earned himself a glare from Rajveer. "Why is that so surprising?"

Preet shrugged. "I don't know. It's just that you are the player! I never thought you would settle down!"

Rajveer glowered jokingly at Preet. "Well I am. And if it was not for me, need I remind you, you and Meher would still be making rock castles out in the fields." More laughter are Preet jokingly hit Rajveer.

Lalit smiled at Rajveer and Ashlesha. "Ye toh bohat aachi kabar hai!"

Rajveer smiled, and a serious expression replaced one of humor. "Ek baath aap se poochna tha..Ashlesha ke paarivaar toh ab nahin hai, toh aagar aap sab ladki to taraaf se aathe aur iske bidaai bhi...." He trailed off.

Gayatri smacked the back of his head. "Ye bhi koi poochni ki baath hai? Of course hum karinge!"

Heer grabbed Ashlesha's hand and pulled her up. "Ab tu yahaan rahengi! Shaadi tak!" Ashlesha tried to feebly argue, but Meher and Kuldi bounded in as well, insisting so fiercely she gave up.

Later that evening, everyone had settled down in their rooms, excited for the upcoming days. Rajveer had driven back home and left Ashelsha at the Juneja clan till their marriage. Ashlesha padded barefoot down in the hallway to Meher's room, to ask her the whereabouts of Kuldi.

She paused at the doorway, softly calling out Meher's name. Meher was no where to be seen, but Preet lay on the bed, bare-chested fast asleep. Ash's voice caught in her throat.

Slowly, not daring to believe herself she inched closer. His hair flopped on his forehead, his eyes closed, smiling serenely in his sleep. Her eyes lowered, knowing it was only Meher's right, but unable to stop herself. Her eyes ran up and down his lean arms, and sculpted chest, taking in the taunt line of small hairs that started above his belly button and vanished into the drawstrings of his pants, a world which she did not know. Her lips were parched, she noticed. Tearing her eyes from his body, she turn and ran all the way to her room.

Collapsing on her bed, she licked her lips, trying to regain her breath. She flopped back, trying to think of anything else. She shut her eyes and whipped them open almost immediately as images of Preet danced in front of her. Keeping her eyes wide open, her fingers clutched at the sheets, holding them tight. Her pulse started racing again and droplets of sweat made their way down her back. There was no going back now.

***
Part 5

Preet whistled gaily as he walked down the hall after breakfast the next morning. Ecstatic as he was that Rajveer Bhayia was getting married, he couldn't help but notice a glimmer of worry in Ashlesha's eyes. Since last night, since the announcement he couldn't help but notice that her smile didn't reach her eyes. He knew that she might have pre-wedding jitters, and being Preet he couldn't stand anyone around him being upset.

Making his way downstairs for a mid-morning snack he paused when he saw Ash, or to be more specific, her back as she gazed outside. Concerned, he inched his way closer, cautiously; he knew from experience that girls about to be married were like time bombs.

"Kya hua Ash? You OK?"

Ash snapped out of revere. Looking over her shoulder she smiled meekly at Preet. "Kuch nahin..." her feeble voice trailed off, not going unnoticed by Preet. Holding her by both her shoulders he turned her, forcing her to face him. Ash lifted her heavy eyelids and looked into Preet's warm eyes. How much she wished....

"Nervous?"

Ashlesha stared at him, unable to answer. No matter how much she had wished and prayed and hoped as a child, the truth was Preet and Meher were together. And happy. She should let them be. Her mother's last words came back, echoing in her ears.

"Ashlesha beta, zindagi mein tumhe kuch bhi chaiye toh dil laaga ke kosish karna haasil karne ke liye. Tumhare kismat likna ka haaq sirf tumhara hai, baghwan ka nahin."

Her words ran through Ashlesha like a sharp knife, giving her the confidence she had so desperately been looking for. She smiled up through her tears at Preet.

"Kuch nahin Preet...bas...eh sab...itne jaldi...kuch samaj mein nahin aara...."

He smiled at her, reassuringly, making the strings to heart pull achingly all the more harder.

"Don't worry, Meher was the same way..."

At the sound of her name, a flash of anger rippled through Ashlesha's body.

"...she even ran away a couple days before our wedding, and told me she couldn't stand the idea of being 'Mrs.Juneja' the name was too ugly to live with." Preet reminisced, chuckling. "But trust me Ash, when you are bonded with the one person you love most in the world, there are no words to tell you how grateful you are to..."

"God?" asked Ash.

Preet laughed. "No. Heer bhabhi. For calming Meher down 3 hours before our wedding. She had a panic attack because she thought she was pregnant."

Ash looked up at him in shock. "Preet...shaadi se pehle?"

His answer came back, choking back laughter. "Nahin. I kissed her on the cheek the day before. And Meher being Meher was positive she was 'with child.'"

Ash forced a laugh. What she wouldn't do to be with the man standing in front of her, so lost in the thoughts of his wife. Preet's expression turned serious.

"Ashlesha, everyone thought I would be the last person to settle down, with a wife, in a stable home. I myself doubted it. But being with someone, knowing that that person will be there for you for ever no matter what happens is the best feeling ever. And I promise, you won't regret this. What you have with Rajveer is very special and he is very lucky to have a fiance like you."

Ashlesha blushed at the compliment, her eyes briefly looking at the ground. She wrapped her arms around his neck, hugging him closely. She felt him hesitate, then he hugged her back. Annoyance seeped through her body. This was not how he hugged Meher. This was how he hugged Rajveer. Closing her eyes, she tried her best to capture the moment. She could feel his hard chest through his shirt and her fingers, resting on his back grazed lightly against his skin. She could feel him squirm, yet she didn't let go enjoying the moment, muttering a barely audible 'Thank you.' to the heavens above.

Meher hummed to herself as walked downstairs. A movement above the railing caught her eye. Squinting she saw Preet and Ashlesha wrapped in a close embrace. Her stomach squirmed uncomfortably as she quickly averted her eyes and kept walking faster then before.

~~~

Preet slid down the banister, leaving a black streak across the front of his white shirt. Satisfied, he went in search of Meher knowing she would get mad at him. Mad-Meher was one of great entertainment.

He walked into the living room where Prem Bhayia was yelling at the television set. Cricket season had started to the great annoyance of the woman of the household. Heer bhabhi sat next to her husband, cutting an apple and forcing it in Prem's mouth whenever he opened his mouth to scream at the set. Meher sat on another couch, gazing off into nothing in particular.

Preet slid across across the couch, settling his head into his wife's lap. Shocked, Meher jumped. Grabbing one of her hands, he rubbed it between her own.

"Relax! It's only me."

Meher smiled at him, feebly. Preet turned his head so he was facing the television set. Watching cricket with Meher. Preet smiled. Exactly what he loved, with who he loved.

Trying to act like she wasn't interested, posing it more as an innocent question, Meher spoke.

"Woh, upar....Ashlesha thi kya tumhare saath....?"

Preet nodded, engrossed in the game. "Haan...woh bas....shaadi hai na thode din mein? She's a little nervous about that."

Meher frowned. "Well she's only getting married...its not that big of a deal."

Prem choked on a piece of apple. Heer rubbed his back, looking at Meher, an amused expression on her face. Prem, swallowed and started laughing, pointing at an incredulous looking Meher.

"If I remember correctly Meher...and I do...when you were getting married, you did everything from praying all night long for your safety from Preet, running away multiple times and trying to convince yourself that Preet was the king of the underworld."

Heer joined in, laughing as well.

"Not to mention, you broke your engagement 3 times."

Preet stuffed Meher's duppata in his mouth, trying to stifle his laughter. Meher huffed and crossed her arms.

"That was different." muttered Meher. She pushed Preet off her lap and went and sat down next to Heer. Preet stuck his tongue out at her, a action to which she gladly responded to. Prem and Preet shook their heads at each other.

"Woman. They get upset so easily." Nodding wisely at each other, this profound moment was interrupted.

"OUUUUUUUUUUUUUUT!"

Rolling their eyes at their husbands, Meher and Heer settled down, getting ready to hear a play-by-play of every second of the game. Watching her husband jump up and down like a child, Meher noticed a black stain on Preet's shirt. She narrowed her eyes. She had just done the laundry. Getting up, she smacked the back of Preet's head.

"OW! What was that for?!?!"

Meher pointed at the shirt. "Preet, mein kal hi toh laundry kaari thi! Kya ek hi din mein kharab kardiye!"

She continued ranting on and on from everything to how nice the shirt used to be to how much money it costs to do laundry and Preet kept watching her, a glint in his eye as he smiled. Mad-Meher always managed to make his day. Watching him watch her so intently, Meher couldn't help but grin. Hair tousled, shirt stained and pants creased, her husband and never looked better.

Little did both know, a young woman was watching from the railing, only one phrase running through her mind.

"Tumhare kismat likna ka haaq sirf tumhara hai, baghwan ka nahin."

***

Part 6

Ash leaned her frame against the railing, contemplating the laughing couples in front of her. She had to start somewhere.

~~~

Days later, the house was bursting in excitement. Gayatri and Lalit had started the preparations for the wedding already and a pandit had been called to settle the date. But according to him, Rajveer couldn't marry yet, so the date was fixed for 6 months later. Preet had been the the first to notice the glimmer of disappointment in Rajveer Bhaiya's face and had proceeded to mock and tease him for days to come.

Meanwhile, Preet and Meher's first anniversary was fast approaching, a mere month left. On Heer's suggestion, Gayatri threw herself into the planning of that party, deciding the wedding preparations could wait till after.

In Prem's life, happiness seemed to be bursting from all directions. He had just signed one of the biggest deals of his life and to celebrate, he had taken the whole family out to dinner. Sitting at a huge table, Lalit surveyed his family. His oldest daughter Kulraj with her husband sat three seats apart, which were occupied with their children, Ketan, Tannu and Vikas. Lalit smiled as Tannu snuck a piece of chicken from her father's plate who was engrossed in discussion with Prem.

Prem sat next to Heer, a protective arm wrapped around her, gently shielding her stomach. Both were married for a couple of years now, happy to be simply enjoying life with each other. Next to Heer sat Meher who was arguing with Preet. Lalit shook his head at both of them, the pair had brought such light to the family, he felt indebted to them.

Parts 7 to 11 in the post below.

Part 7

Preet and Ashlesha walked into her room. Smiling at her, Preet asked;

"Which closet is it?"

She smiled up at him, subtly batting her eyelashes and pointed towards the far right. Preet nodded, recognizing the closet for troubling previous guests. He walked over to it, subconsciously aware of Ashlesha's presence, so close he could smell her perfume. Walking slightly faster, Preet crossed the room in a couple of long strides, and started examining the door.

Ashlesha watched the back of Preet, half annoyed, half overcome by desire.

~~~

Meher finished the task of taking off her jewlerly and make-up. She paused, mad at herself. She shouldn't be mad at Preet. He was just helping Ashlesha. In the situation she had caught them in, he had no choice but to go with her. Her anger at her husband was slowly thawing.

~~~

Preet rattled the doorknob, using all his strength but still the door resisted. Ash slowly slid up next to him, her foot softly brushing his. Preet jumped a little and shuffled to the left. Sighing dramatically, Ash leaned up against the closet. In spite of the warning bells going off in his head, Preet asked her.

"Kya hua Ash?"

She sniffiled a little and when she looked up at him, he could see her eyes were red.

"Rajveer....he..."

Worry had now planted itself in his head.

"Rajveer kya?"

~~~

Meher pulled the curtains shut, giving the room a sense of privacy. She looked over at the clock. Preet still hadn't come back. She frowned and walked out of the room.

~~~

Preet was agitated now. "Ashlesha, seedha batoo, kya hua?"

Ash wiped her tears with her duppata heaving large sighs. "Preet, he isn't like you. He doesn't help me when I need it, he just jokes around all day. I can't spend the rest of my life living a joke!"

Preet turned to face Ashelsha, forgetting about the closet. He put both his hands on her shoulders and he could feel her trembling against his touch.

"Dekho Ash, I know Rajveer Bhaiya better then anyone else, and he loves you. He does. I can't stress it enough Ash, he is crazy about you. And if you are having second thoughts about everything, you should talk to him about it!"

~~~

Meher walked down the hallway, smiling to herself as she remembered the romance Preet had instigated in their room earlier. She could feel a blush working its way up her neck and forced herself to think about something else, but Preet evaded her thoughts.

~~~

Ash seized the opportunity and slipped her hands around his waist, cuddling close, not caring that Preet had suddenly stiffened. She nestled her head under his neck and sighed, content.

"I should talk to him shouldn't I?"

Preet answered, his voice rigid. "Yes, I think you should."

Ash murmured, eyes closed, enjoying the moment. "Thanks Preet, I love you."

~~~

"Thanks Preet, I love you."

The voice echoed in Meher's ears as she stood, frozen in the doorway as she looked onto Preet and Ashlesha locked in a tight embrace. The room was getting smaller, her clothes were getting tighter, her lung capacity all of a sudden limited. Tearing her eyes away from her husband and her best friend, she ran back down the hall back into the room, not even sure what her reaction should be.

~~~

Preet detached himself from a dissapointed looking Ashlesha and smiled down at her.

"No problem. Now promise you'll talk to him."

Ashlesha nodded, not taking her eyes off him. He smiled once more, gestured towards the open closet door and with a quick wave he was gone. Ashlesha sat down on her bed, in a daze.

She was snapped out of it, by the sound of her cell phone ringing. Shocked out of her thoughts, she threw around pillows till she located it at the foot of the bed. Reading the CallerID, Ashelsha felt herself slowly slipping back into reality.

Rajveer calling.

Sighing, this time, not from pleasure, she picked it up and muttered a quick hello.

In response, she got an ear blasting sound of music. She quickly threw the phone aside to realize it was not coming from her phone but out her window. She walked over and saw Rajveer, dancing to "Mujhse Shaadi Karoogi" outside her window.

For duties sake, she spread a smile over her face and helped him up the wall into her room where he wrapped her up into a big bear hug. She hugged hum back, hoping he wouldn't smell Preet on her. Holding her back, he apprised her up and down.

"You look good."

She rolled her eyes. "Rajveer, I'm wearing sweats."

He shrugged and grinned. "So? Still look good enough to eat to me."

He leaned over and pecked her cheek before wrapping her into another hug. She felt him shudder against her and could feel his breath on her neck. "I love you."

She smiled, thinking of Preet's hug. "I love you too."

~~~

Preet walked back into his room, smiling at seeing his wife, firmly shut the closet and bathroom door. He walked and hugged her from behind. "I'm sorry."

She wiggled out of his grasp, and in a cold voice replied. "Hmm."

He watched as she got into bed, a look of shock on his face. That was not Meher. No it was not. Something was wrong and he had to find out what. Problem was, with the stony silence from Meher's end, it didn't look like he was going to get anything confessed out of her.

He got under the covers and turned, realizing that for the first time since their marriage, Meher and Preet were going to bed angry and facing opposite directions.

***

Ashlesha slowly walked downstairs, lost in thought. Preet and Meher's first anniversary was fast approaching and she needed to do something. The idea that Preet could live with her for a year appalled her.

She entered the kitchen to see Heer di, busy preparing a meal. Smiling Ash leaned forward to taste whatever was emitting those delicious smells when out of no where Heer playfully smacked her hand back.

"Ouch! Di!"

Heer smiled at her.

"Ye sab tumhare liye nahin hai. Prem ke liye."

A mischievous tone took over Ashlesha's voice. "Prem jiju ke liye? Kyun?"

Heer looked down, smiling, her arms wrapped around her belly.

"Last night, we argued. He wants to know if the baby is a boy or a girl so he can make up the room but I want to leave it a surprise. We went to bed angry, not talking."

Ashlesha's thoughts drifted to another couple who went to bed angry. "Par, ye sab...pakkana....kyun?"

A grin stole over Heer's face and she gently patted Ashlesha's cheeks. "Ash, don't tell you don't know how to make a guy feel bad for what he's done." Winking at her, Heer heaved the tray up the stairs, leaving Ashlesha to formulate.

~~~

Meher sat in her room, by the window lost in thought. So lost, she didn't hear Ashlesha enter.

"Tea?"

She looked up to see Ash hold out a cup of tea and a big smile. Something told her to make an excuse, to leave but Meher beat back those thoughts. Ashlesha was her best friend. Smiling, she took the cup from her hands, widening Ashlesha's grin, who plopped down beside her.

Before they knew it, both girls were gossiping, and chatting away, time flying by. As Meher watched Ashlesha talk, a sinking feeling took over her. She had not trusted her best friend. The girl she had grown up with, had secrets with, Meher had resented her at a time when her friend needed her the most - her wedding.

Meher placed a hand on Ashlesha's making her stop in mid sentence and look up at Meher. Breathing deeply, Meher started.

"Ash, I'm sorry."

Ashlesha's eyes squinted. "Sorry? About what?

Shaking her head Meher replied, "Don't worry about that, it's just I've been feeling a bit off lately and wasn't such a great friend. I don't even think I congratulated you properly on you engagement.

Ash smiled at her. "It's ok Meher. Everyone has those days."

Both woman smiled at each other, before Ashlesha prodded a litle more deeply.

"Meher, it's not in my place, but is everything alright with you and Preet?"

Shock evident on her face, Meher dropped her eyes, knowing she had been caught. Caught up in the moment, she missed the flash of a smirk on Ashlesha's face.

"Woh Ash...kuch nahin...the usual tiffs...." her voice trailed off.

Smiling understandingly at her, Ashleshad spoke.

"Heer di and Prem jiju are fighting as well, nothing serious, just 'tiffs' but Heer di has found a way to get in Prem jiju's good books again."

"How?"

Ashlesha smiled at Meher. "Cook."

~~~

The rest of the day, Meher toiled in the kitchen, sweat pouring off her back. The rest of the family had went out to a party at one of Lalit Juneja's friends, so Meher stayed back and planned a full fledged dinner for Preet. She was nervous, but Ashlesha had stayed upstairs, in her room, promising to help her if she needed it.

Speaking of her, Ash walked into the room, and immediatly doubled over with laughter. Meher shot her a look.

"Shut up."

"Look at you! Covered in flour and just stuff!"

"It's not my fault Preet likes such a variety of foods! I mean you think he would stick to one "genre" but noooo! Gosh, he gets on my nerves when he's not even here!"

Ashlesha hurried her out of the kitchen. "Chalo - you go take a quick shower, and change into something pretty. I'll clean up here."

"Bu-but..."

"No buts! GO!"

With that, she pushed Meher up the stairs, and turned, a smile etched on her features. She had sent Meher away at the perfect second. She had time for a quick patting down of her hair, and in walked Preet, tired and slumped from work.

The first sight his gaze fell on was a table, ladden down with food, and next to it stood a smiling Ashlesha.

He opened his hand wide, unsure of what to make of the picture, but a smile, unwillingly working its way on to his face. "Ash...ye sab..."

Ashlesha bounded forward and led him by the hand to the table. "It's nothing Preet, I just really needed to thank you and this is the only way I could think of doing it."

Preet was still in shock. "By making all of the foods I like?!?!...even Meher never has...."

A flash of triumph went through Ashlesha as Preet sat down and started helping himself.

~~~

Meher quickly fasted down her earrings and smoothed down her hair, enjoying her reflection, who smiled back at her, looking gorgeuous in a pale green sari. Smiling to herself, Meher half walked, half ran out of the room, anticipating the look on Preet's face.

She paused at the railing as she heard voices. Looking over the railing, a sight for sore eyes greeted her. Preet sat on a chair, jacket thrown carelessly on the floor, devoring the foods like his life depended on it, and Ashlesha stood near him, offering him more, pouting and telling him he had to eat it because she made it, when he polietly refused.

Meher stood there, transifxed, feeling nothing whatsoever. The cold hatred she had felt for Ash had started to thaw, but had now come to an arubt stop. Somehow seeing them hang out, eat together like a couple hurt more then seeing them hug. She turned and ran back into her room.

~~~

Preet walked into his room, whisteling after he bade goodnight to a beaming Ashlshea. Throwing his bag on the bed, he turned to see Meher ironing clothes like her life depended on it.

"Ashlesha just made the most amazing dinner ever."

Meher stayed quiet, her hot eyes burning a hole in the clothes.

"You wouldn't believe it Meher, everything I like, was there on the table. From a proper meal to dessert as well."

Meher's hands clecncehd has she rememberd how much effort had gone into making the dessert.

Preet's voice trailed off, singing praises for Ashlesha has he undressed. He walked over to the closet to put his clothes away when he saw what Meher was wearing.

"Sari? Kis khushi mein?"

For the first time that night, Meher's eyes flared up to meet his.

"Tumhe kya?"

Preet was taken back and stared at Meher for a second.

"Bas asi...tum to sari kabhi nahin penthi..."

Her voice so cold it caused him to shiver. "Tumhare liye penhi thi."

A slow smile spread across Preet's face, and in two short strides he was in front of Meher and attempted to wrap his hands around her, but not before she stepped back, fire rekindkiling in her eyes.

"Don't touch me."

Preet stood there, dumbfounded. "Kya?"

"I said don't touch me."

"Meher....kya hua? What's wrong?"

She turned and stalked away from him, staying silent. Preet stared at the back of her, trying to piece together what was wrong, trying to figure out what was wrong.

"If this is about last night..."

Meher cut him, her voice laughing. "Not just last night Preet. Not just last night."

She turned to look at him straight in the eye and thatss when both of them understood. Something had broken between them. Preet spoke.

"I think I'll sleep somewhere else tonight."

Meher stared right back at him, determined not to break eye contact. "Fine by me."

The both started at each other, for a shining minute before Preet turned and left leaving a lone tear to trail it's quavery path down Meher's cheek.

***

Weeks passed quickly, Gayatri busy in preparing for a party to celebrate a year of marriage for Meher and Preet. The couple had resorted to a sharp, cold politeness between them, something that didn't go unnoticed by Heer who chose not to say anything, reassuring herself that tiffs were part of any marriage.

Days before Preet and Meher's anniversary, Rajveer let it slip at dinner that Ashlesha's birthday was the same day. Blushing crimson, Ashlesha batted his arm, pleased that due to Rajveer changing the attention to her, Preet had smiled at her. She didn't fail to notice Meher staring stonily at her plate.

~~~

Meher glared at the clock as she sat on her bed. Thirty more minutes and she and Preet would be married for a year. Till about two weeks ago, she would have declared to anyone who asked that the last year had been the happiest of her life, but now she was doubting not just Preet but herself. Had she made a mistake in marrying Preet?

He walking into the room and if Meher noticed, she didn't show any sign that she did. He slipped under the covers and turned away from her, shutting the light without asking her permission. But she was not going to go to sleep. She was going to watch the year come to a close, and with the year coming to a close, she had a sneaking suspicion something else would come to a close as well.

~~~

Ashlesha lay in bed, going over the events of the past month or so, relishing in the sheer brilliance of it. She still couldn't believe how easy Preet and Meher's relationship had come apart, how easily Preet had fallen into her lap.

Smirking to herself, she didn't notice the dark silhouette enter the room and struggled wildly against the person as they clamped their hands over her mouth.

"Relax! It's just me!"

"Rajveer!" She breathed. Suddenly conscious of herself, she smoothed down her hair, thinking Rajveer would be able to read her thoughts. She forced a smile on her face.

"What are you doing here?"

In response, Rajveer gathered her into his arms and with his force, they toppled backwards on to the bed, Ashlesha half laughing, half yelling.

"Get off me!! Rajveer - no -"

Smiling to himself, he pinned her hands down to her side, and leaned down. Ashlesha caught glimpse of the glimmer in his eyes and than he vanished into the hallow of her neck.

He leaned back, his eyes serious, and Ashlesha, looking into them felt a flash of shame, which was instantly replaced by a smile as Rajveer leaned in.

Their lips met, soft, both pushing slightly, content with each other. As they came apart, Rajveer touched her forehead with his, in complete awe of her.

"I love you."

For his sake, she smiled and instead of replying, pulled him back for another kiss.

His fingers trailed her waist slowly, taunting her, testing his own limits. He heard her gasp as they slowly traced small circles up her body.

She trembled in his touch and her thoughts were coming to her slowly, muddled. The face that danced in front of her eyes was no longer the serious one of Rajveer's but the smiling one of Preet's and she returned the smile, delirious.

He trailed his lips up her collarbone, his hands working their way under her shirt and she in turn was fingering the buttons of his shirt. Not sure of who was moving when, Ashlesha turned so she was on top and smiled, drunk-like at Rajveer. Between kisses, Rajveer mumbled.

"I love you Ash."

She smiled, not hearing Rajveer's voice but the one of another.

"I love you too Preet."

Mid-kiss Rajveer paused, his brain slowly processing what she had just said. She in turn had also paused, flushed, hoping he had not heard.

She was wrong.

"Who?"

Roughly, Rajveer pushed her off him and got off the bed, pained shock painted over his face. Ashlesha turned, and spoke.

"I-I was just talking to him before...please...Rajveer..."

Buttoning his shirt up with fumbling fingers Rajveer grabbed his jacket and turned to go. Ashlesha grabbed at his arm.

"Please Rajveer...listen to me..."

He shook it off with a force she didn't believe he posessed. He turned to look at her and the minute their gazes locked, the clock chimed midnight. Without a smile, without a glimmer of expression, Rajveer spoke.

"Happy Birthday Ashlesha."

"Rajveer, please..." she pleaded, a note of desperation in her voice but her efforts were futile as he turned and strode out of the room.

~~~

Meher looked up, shocked out of her revere as the clock dinged twelve times. She turned to look at the sleeping figure of her husband, his breathing slow and steady. Staring at him, a lone tear fell from her eyes.

"Happy Anniversary Preet."

***

Heer walked into Meher and Preet's room, looking for her sister. Preet had already gone downstairs, mumbling that Meher was still getting ready. Noticing her brother-in-law's unusually quiet nature, Heer decided to go up and see for herself.

Meher had her back to her sister, pinning her duppata up so it wouldn't be a hassle tonight. As much as she had been looking forward to their one year anniversary and a party, frankly, she was not in the mood to go downstairs and put on an act.

Gently, knowing her sister's anger, Heer placed an hand on Meher's shoulder. Meher flung it off and turned to face Heer, and Heer was shocked to see the intensity of the anger brewing in her eyes. At the sight of her sister, Meher apologized under her breath and resumed getting ready.

Heer's heart softened. Walking around so she was in front of her, Heer cupped Meher's chin with her hand and smiled at her sister. The sight of a loving face was too much for Meher to handle who flung her arms around her sister's frame.

Still hugging her sister, Meher impatiently wiped at her cheek. All she had asked for was a little love.

~~~

Preet turned to see Meher coming down the stairs, her gaze to the ground, Heer Bhabhi leading her. He couldn't help it. A smile worked its way on his face. She was still his. Sure they would fight, heck they had been fighting since they were born, this was just another. As Meher came and stood next to him, he slipped his hand into her.

She stiffined, but did not withdraw her hand which Preet took as a good sign. Unlike Ashlesha whose eyes narrowed at the sight. Too busy glaring at Meher, Ashlesha didn't notice Gayatri walk up to her.

"Beta, Rajveer kahan hai?"

At the mention of his name, her insides clenched. "Bas Aunty, aatha hoga, shayed kaam mein...." Her voice trailed off.

Nodding, Gayatri smiled and left to yell at someone for not completing their task properly leaving Ashlesha to breath a sigh and whipping her cell phone out, she ducked into the shadows, dialing.

<beep>

"Hi, you've reached Rajveer, either I'm at work, with the love of my life or I just don't want to talk to you. Leave a message after the beep and I'll call back if I feel like it. Oh, and if this is Ash, love you!"

<beep>

Taking a deep breath, Ashlesha spoke.

"Rajveer? Th-this is Ashlesha. Please hear me out. I know you are mad, but can you please come to the party? Gayatri Aunty has been asking about you for hours now...I know it's pathetic of me to ask, but please? And I'm s-sorry."

<beep>

Creeping back into the party, Ashlesha noticed that people were dividing up into couples for the first dance of the night. Inwardly she pouted. There was no way she could stop Preet and Meher dancing to this one. She shook her head at Prem, insisting he dance with Heer even though her feet were throbbing and she leaned against a pole.

~~~

Preet held out his hand, a silent invitation to Meher who still stood with no expression on her face. Looking into his eyes, Meher noted the silent pleading he was attempting to convey and could slowly feel her resistance breaking down. She placed her hand into his and could feel it slowly relaxing, molding into his hand.

Silently he led her out to the floor where the music had begun.

Westlife - Hard To Say I'm Sorry

Everybody needs a little time away
I heard her say
From each other
Even lovers need a holiday
Far away
From each other

Shocked at the song selection, Meher looked up to see her sister by the controls, smiling encouragingly at her. She dropped her gaze, ashamed that she couldn't manage to make up with her own husband, but still appreciating her sister's efforts. She kept her gaze to the ground, her one hand on Preet's shoulder, the other nestled in his large hand and they swayed on the spot.

Hold me now
It's hard for me to say I'm sorry
I just want you to stay
After all that we've been through
I will make it up to you
I promise to
And after all that's been said and done
You're just the part of me I can't let go

Preet gazed at her and he couldn't pull himself away from her. Even though he didn't know what was peeving her off, even though he had an idea, he was ashamed that he had given his wife, the one who had been there for him always, the chance to suspect him. He couldn't believe that he had broken that trust between them.

Couldn't stand to be kept away
Just for a day
From your body
Wouldn't want to be swept away
Far away from the one that I love
Hold me now
It's hard for me to say I'm sorry
I just want you to know

Knowing she had to at least make an effort, Meher dragged her gaze up to Preet's who was looking over her shoulder. Her breath caught in her throat as she simply looked at him and she could feel tears of regret and frustration run down her cheeks. Perhaps Preet sensed these as he chose that moment to look at Meher and immediately felt a prickly blanket of shame cover him as he watched a tear trace and make its mark on Meher's cheek.

Hold me now
I really want to tell you I'm sorry
I could never let you go
After all that we've been through
I will make it up to you
I promise to
And after all that's been said and done
You're just a part of me I can't let go

Leaning towards her, hesitating, Preet gently wiped at her cheeks, not sure if she would accept it or yell at him. He was surprised happily by the wavering smile that Meher bestowed on him. A sense of relief swept through him, knowing there was still hope for them. Moving her hand from his shoulder, he slowly kissed it, never taking his gaze of hers as she admired him, her cheeks tear-soaked. Preet whispered.

"I'm sorry."

In response, Meher leaned in, so their foreheads touched slighly.

"I love you."

After all that we've been through
I will make it up to you
I promise to
And after all that's been said and done
You're just a part of me I can't let go
You're gonna be the lucky one
Everybody needs a little time away
I heard her say

The hall broke out in applause, everyone shamelessly having watched Preet and Meher. Not everyone was happy though, which is what Prem noticed as Ashlesha stalked past him, out to the balcony. Not sure if he should follow her, Prem let it go but the thought nagged him throughout the night.

After dinner, everyone had started to notice Preet and Meher loosen up and act more like themselves. As the couple talked to and recieved wishes from one of Lalit's older friends, Prem came up and tapped Preet's shoulder.

"Have you wished Ash yet?"

Preet looked helplessly at his brother. "I will...soon..."

Prem shook his head at him. "No - she seems really down. Let's surprise her."

Reluctantly Preet nodded. Poiletly, Prem broke Meher's conversation with one of her friends.

"Meher, we are going to go surprsie the birthday girl ok? I'll have your husband back to you in a sec."

A twinge of annoyance went through Meher's mind but she forced it aside. It was a new start. She smiled at Preet who still looked unconvinced and turned back to her conversation.

Receiving Meher's yes, Prem started leading Preet away but got called by Heer who was ready to scream, her need for ice cream so bad. Prem walked away, yelling behind him;

"You go..I'm coming!

Preet yelled feebly after his brother in vain, but it was useless. Prem had vanished in the crowds of people and muttering to himself, Preet pushed past people to make his way to the lone figure that was out admiring the stars.

Reaching Ashlesha, Preet bent down to her shoulder level, her still being unaware of his presence. He started to whisper.

"Happ-"

His wish was cut short, as Ashlesha, scared out of her mind, whipped around. Her lips brushed his due to his proximity and both stared at each other, not being able to figure out whose fault it was and what was to happen next. From the corner of her eye, Ashlesha thought she saw a familiar shadow and smiled, at the irony.

~~~

Meher slunk in and between people trying to find Preet. Smiling at all the people who were bombarding wishes on her, Meher heard Prem tell Heer that Preet was out in the balcony. Remembering to thank him later, Meher pushed past Prem only to see Ashlesha and Preet inches away from each other. She opened her mouth to call out Preet's name but her voice seemed to die as Ashlesha turned swiftly and her lips laid their mark on his.

***
Part 11

Meher pushed past people, ignoring yells of congratulations emitting for the guests. She could feel her eyes smarting but refused to let them drop. Her legs like lead, each step took her breath away, or what little was left of it from the sight that kept replaying in front of her eyes.

Pushing the door open, the cold air was welcomed by her parched lungs as she took in deep breaths. She could feel the wet grass between her toes as she ran through the garden, wanting so desperately to get away from it all, from everyone, from life.

She paused in front of a bench, tired, not just from running but from reassuring herself everything was alright. For weeks she had pushed aside thoughts and now it seemed like reality had won.

In a trance like state, Meher lifted her hand to her eyes, feeling the moistness on her fingers. Scared to believe her senses, she stared at the single tear resting on her finger and sobs escaped her mouth, racking her body.

He smiled cheekily as he leant his body against hers, blocking her by the wall. His lips, eyes of their own inches away from hers. The feel of his breath so close to her was driving her insane. Popping her eyes open, she yelled, distracting him and turned to run out of the room, laughing as she could hear him cursing and yelling after her.

The mendhi on her hands stared back at her as she remembered.

Just hours ago, he had his arms snaked around her waist, both of them moving tunelessly to music in their own world as he gently wiped his tears and adjusted her hair around her face, silently letting her know how much he loved her and how sorry he was. His smile had made her want to do nothing but never let go.

Her breathing became heavier as other memories flooded her mind.

Preet smiled down at Ashlesha who threw her arms around his neck, nestling into his arms. She watched as Preet's arms came around hers and a surge of anger rippled through her body. Ashlesha smiled, her eyes closed, content with her position. She couldn't see Preet's face but her insides lurched at the thought of the smile on his face.

Her eyes scrunched, burning from the memory.

She watched on as again, Preet enveloped Ashlesha into his arms and she could barely hear Ashlesha's next words over the pounding in her ears. "I love you Preet." The ceiling, the walls seemed to close down on her as she came to the realization that she was losing her husband, her love, not just to anyone but to a sister. She watched, numb to the bone as Preet's arms engulfed Ashelsha.

Meher cried openly, her arms held up, her head thrown back, as if questioning the heavens. What had she ever done to deserve this? Why was she subjected to losing the one thing of value she held in her life?

Lightning thundered and the heavens responded noisily as rain poured down, instantly soaking Meher. It poured with such an intensity, it surged Meher. It was as if the heavens were crying all the tears for her. She stared at her mendhi covered hands, a sign of her marriage, another sign that it was breaking as she let her hands unfold, letting the mendhi wash away.

Breathing heavily, Meher turned and stopped dead in her tracks.

Soaked to the bone, Preet stared back at her, his eyebrows narrowed, his fists clenched.

Seeing him, Meher felt both love and anger flare up in her stomach, both as different as fire and ice. The sight of his face made her want to hug him but throw up at the same time. Never before had she seen such anger, yet such concern on his face. Her heart softened.

She stepped forward, not blinking, and walked towards him, her steps almost dragging their way towards him. He watched on as she neared.

Inches apart, Meher stared into his eyes and deep down, behind the dark brown eyes, she saw nothing but sincerity.

Without even thinking about it, she could feel her arms raising and she flung herself into his arms wanting him to be that safe harbour. His arms automatically found their place around her waist and she shuddered in happiness.

A smell wafted near and up her nose.

She froze in his arms.

Months ago, she had bought Ashlesha that very perfume.

Meher felt his arms tighten around her but she stood there, frozen, unable to believe that the moment trust had been established, it had to be taken away.

Another whiff of it powered Meher like nothing had done before.

Stepping back, she forced Preet's arms off of her and mustering all she had in her, she slapped him clear across the face.

Her arms stung his face, but not as much it stung Preet to look at Meher's face, so full of disbelief, hatred and sorrow.

She opened her mouth, her voice dripping with loving hate.

"I can't do this Preet."

Looking into his face one last time, Meher turned and ran out of the front gate, tears streaming down her face.

Preet's eyes did not follow her as she left but his heart she took with him forever. Staring at the place she had been standing mere seconds ago a numbness spread over Preet.

A hand gently squeezed Preet's shoulder. Wide-eyed he turned to see his brother, his friend Rajveer standing there, a look of genuine concern glinting over his face.

"Preet? Tum yahan kya kare ho? Meher aandar hogi naa?"

His words reached Preet's ears in gaps, and only one word meant anything to him. Meher.

Rajveer grabbed him roughly by the shoulders and shook him.

"Suno Preet, I have to tell you something important."

Rajveer roughly forced Preet to look at him in the eye.

"Ashlesha loves you Preet."

The words reached Preet's ears but the meaning did not. he stared at Rajveer as if seeing him for the first time and stared at him glossy-eyed as Rajveer rambled on voice cracking with pain.

"She never loved me Preet, it was always you. But Preet I know Ashlesha. She will go to any extent to get what she wants. And she wants you Preet."

His ears were thundering, his heart was pounding and Preet could slowly feel the words piecing themselves together to make sense. Rajveer stared at him, unsure of what to do as words escaped Preet's mouth.

"Meher....she.....schemed.....left.....love..her..."

His knees gave away and Preet fell forewards. Rajveer's yell for Prem and the rest of the family fell deaf on his ears as he could only hear Meher's voice ringing in his ears.

"I can't do this Preet."

His fist closed around bits of grass, his fingers digging deep into the ground as he realized that Meher was gone. Oblivious to his surrounding family, laying on the grass Preet sobbed because not only had he given Meher his heart to take with her, she had taken with her a broken one.

Sobs shook his body as he kept repeating his love for her in his heart, hopeful that she would hear him.Through a film of tears he looked up towards the front gate, still on the ground.

No one came.

***

Completed.

Awww....Okay, this was such a cute start to the story! I loved mini-Meet!! *pinches mini Meet's cheeks*

It was positively adorable how Preet thought the world of himself just because "he had already turned seven years old a couple of months ago"...😆 And then she slaps him instead of hugging him because he called her 'motti'! Priceless! 😆

And then he kisses her because Rajveer Bhaiya (pretty much) told him to and he was ten. 😆 And she screamed. 🤣

Seriously, Shabz, so looking forward to reading more of this one!

Love,

Bhav (: