It was Thursday afternoon. Heer usually walked across waterloo bridge on her off days in warmer weather. Early April was still not much above freezing but Heer decided to walk. Her three quarter length coat flapped in the wind, she hunched her shoulders, buried her chin in her scarf, stuck her hands in her pockets and started a brisk walk. Coming in the opposite direction was Prem. Equally cold, hunched under his coat. Heer let out a gasp and stopped to lean against the railing. Her back to the river, she tried to breathe but instead she sobbed. Another attempt to breathe and tears started to well up. Heer cried.
The tears stung her frozen cheeks and it felt like the tears were freezing as she stood looking skyward trying to staunch the flow. She turned back the way she came wanting to walk back, but couldn't. Instead she turned to face Prem.
He looked like an angel. That's what Heer thought. Just a bit taller and wings and he would be the perfect angel. She reached for his face and brought him close, "I'm sorry" she whispered against his lips, "I'm sorry"
He stopped her with a kiss. "No, I'm sorry" he managed, before another kiss.
Waterloo Bridge has been the setting for some romantic moments onscreen. But today, it was a frozen wasteland. No one except Prem and Heer. Their noses and ears were red with cold.
"So, is it safe to assume you missed me?" Prem asked half jokingly. Heer nodded wih mock seriousness, "Ya I think that's a safe assumption." Another kiss.
"You know if we carry on like this, it's gonna be tough having a conversation with others around."
Heer kissed him again,"I'm just trying to keep my lips warm, you idiot!"
"I can buy you a hot chocolate if that's what you want."
Heer laughed, "Can I pretend to be a barrister?"
" I'd rather you pretend to be something else!"
"Prem Juneja! I think this has gone far enough, we need to get warm"
"Precisely my dear!" Prem grinned.
"I meant get indoors! What's wrong with you?
"I'm in love!"
"So am I, so shut up!"
Prem's hand tightened around Heer's, he pulled her into his arms and kissed her properly. The way he had wanted to almost from the day he set eyes on her.
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For the first time Prem took Heer to his flat in the docklands. He hadn't thought it proper to take her to his place if she didn't feel comfortable. The place looked impeccably neat. Not what a bachelor pad would normally be. Housekeeper? Heer wondered, but didn't ask.
Prem busied himself in the kitchen rustling up some tea. Heer leaned against the counter with a half smile. "Do you cook here?"
"Sometimes, my lady." Prem bent at the waist, butler-style.
"You should do theatre, you seem to have a flair for it"
"You think so? Maybe it's all those evenings watching your plays."
Heer watched him carefully, " You did enjoy the plays didn't you?"
"Fari was right! You are an idiot when it comes to affairs of the heart."
"I didn't even know you were there." Heer sounded a bit miffed, annoyed with herself. When had Prem fallen for her? She hadn't believed Fari's demented theories about Prem.
That last night he had dropped her off after dinner and said those things in the lift, Heer had realised she loved him, but the shock of that discovery made her stubbornly resistant. She had fought every day after that to forget him and had nearly succeeded till Waterloo bridge.
"You were not meant to know. I told Fari not to tell you."
Heer was jolted back to the present, " Why didn't you want me to know?"
Prem came and stood beside her," Because, I loved you."
"Ok that should make sense I know, but I'm not getting it." Heer had that grave look again, and now Prem knew that this was the real Heer, his Heer. There was nothing frivolous about her. He was going to enjoy teasing his serious Heer.
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It was 9PM, Heer was starting to look at the clock and was restless.
"Early start tomorrow? " Prem got up to get his car keys.
"Yes and also a girl needs to be back home at a decent hour." Heer looked deadpan and Prem grinned.
"So my Heer, has a sense of humour deep down somewhere!"
"Your Heer?"
"Only if I'm your Prem."
"Let me think about that and let you know."
Prem tried to stretch their departure as long as possible. He searched for his car keys, then door keys, then his phone, which even Heer knew he never carried with him. But she let him have his fun.
"Got everything?"
"I think so."
He ushered her out the door and they made their way to Heer's place. Prem's car seemed to know the Hampstead street all on its own and pulled over in the same spot it always had over the last few months.
Heer waited for Prem to get out and open her door like he always did. Prem wasn't moving.
"Forgotten something?" Heer knew this was going to be different.
"I don't want you to go." Prem was looking at his hands on the steering wheel.
"What do you mean? I live here. See that? That's my block."
"I don't want you to go."
Heer smiled. "Prem, look at me." She reached for his hand.
"I'm not going anywhere. I'll always be close enough for you to find. "
She kissed his hand, opened the car door and made her way home.