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i love this ff..Preet is so naughty..eagerly wait for Meher entry..keep it up

Chapter 3 - An Important News

Two young girls were running through the fields of a small farm in Ambala, one apparently chasing the other. "Meher stop!"

"Nahin!" (No!)

"I said stop!"

"Nahin!"

"Meher Maan you come back here with my dupatta or you'll be sorry!"

"Ha Ha! You'll have to catch me first Didi!"

"Ouch!" said the young girl who was behind, as she fell to the ground.

Meher stopped and turned around to see her sister on the ground massaging her ankle. "Heer Didi aap theek ho na?" (Heer Didi are you alrght?) She asked with a look of concern on her face, as she ran back towards her sister. "I'm sorry Di, I was just trying to have some fun. I didn't mean for you to get hurt."

"Gotcha!" shouted Heer as she grabbed Meher by the ear.

"Ow! Didi not fair!" cried Meher.

"Alright Meher," said Heer as she got up and dusted her clothes off. "Enough fooling around. We've got to get home now, you know Kuljeet Chachee is coming tonight and there must be a thousand things that Ma needs help with, so chalain (shall we go)?"

"Oh my Rabs," said Meher in a mocking tone. "I totally forgot." She too quickly turned and followed her sister through the shortcut in the fields that would get them home fast.

At the Mann residence, Teji Mann was busy tidying up the small but comfortable home for the guests they were about to receive. She looked up in time to see her husband Balraj Mann, walk in tired from a hard days work on their farm. "Paani," she offered, as she walked up to him with a glass of water.

"Thanks," he replied taking it gratefully from her hand. Looking around he asked "What are you up to Teji?"

"Aap bhool gaye kya (Have you forgotten)?" asked Teji. "Your brother Balwant and his family are coming for the weekend. They promised to take Heer and Meher to Ludhiana with them so that they can check out the university there and the programs it has to offer."

"Ah," said Balraj. "So that explains all the preparations."

"Well," said Teji. "Kuljeet makes me so nervous. She's so dominating and she never fails to remind us of our so called status in life."

Balraaj took his wife by the shoulders and turned her towards him. "Does that really bother you?" he asked.

"Of course not," siad Teji. "I wouldn't change my life for anything. You know I love you and the girls and..." Just then Heer and Meher burst in through the front door.

"Sorry we're late Ma," said Meher. "It was all Heer Di's fault."

"What?! Meher ki bachee! (Meher, why you!)" cried Heer, as Meher dodged her and ran behind her father.

"Uff ho! Tum dono phir say shuroo ho gaye (Don't you 2 start again)," said Teji. "Come on you know we're expecting guests, and there are still a million things to do".

"OK Ma," said Meher, taking the dusting cloth from her mother's hand. "I'll finish tidying up here, and Heer Didi will help you in the kitchen. After all, I am on a diet you know, and the kitchen is a taboo place for me right now."

Heer and Teji laughed as they walked towards the kitchen. Balraj smiled and looked proudly at his two daughters.

Heer was 23 years old, tall and slender, with long black hair and beautiful big eyes. A good-natured girl with a quiet disposition, she was easily the most beautiful girl in all of Ambala. And then there was 20 year old Meher. Slightly taller and fairer than her sister, she had beautiful long brown hair, bright eyes, and a winning smile. Almost equal to her sister in beauty, Meher was smart, witty, and a little mischievous at time. She had a fondness for food and as a result, was constantly trying to loose those extra 5 pounds.

Both girls had been instilled by their mother with a love of music. And although their financial situation did not afford them professional lessons, Meher had learned to paint from an old neighbor, in exchange for doing chores around her house. She would carefully save her money to buy paints and canvas, whenever she could. Both sisters had wanted to attend college, but it just was something they could not afford. Balraj smiled again sadly. If only he could somehow secure his daughters' futures he thought.

Later that evening, the Mann family was joined by their relatives from Ludhiana. Balwant Mann, his wife Kuljeet, and their young daughter Vishaka. Loud banter coming from the end of the room where the ladies sat, overshadowed the men's talk of life, politics, and cricket.

Meher carried a tray of tea into the room, and observed the spectacle before her. There on one end talking with her Papaji sat Balwant Chacha, a quiet man with a kind disposition. He had a managerial post at Juneja Industries in Ludhiana, and worked hard to support the whims and fancies of his wife and daughter.

Meher looked over to where her Chachee and cousin sat trying to talk over each other. To say that Kuljeet Chachee was an airhead was an understatement. Uff!! Her makeup--way too much, and her English--if you could call it that. How in the world did Chachu wind up with her anyways? Her 17 year old cousin Vishaka was silly and ignorant like most young girls her age, definitely airhead junior, thought Meher.

"Thank you," said Kuljeet as Meher served her and the others tea. "And now, parjayiji (sister-in-law), I must tell you the news. The Juneja boys have come to Ludhiana."

"Who are the Juneja boys?" asked Teji Mann.

"Who are the Juneja boys?!" exclaimed Kuljeet Chachee. "Oh my Rabs! Well what can I expect with you all living out here in the boondocks." Meher and Heer smiled at each other. "The Juneja boys are the sons of Lalit Juneja, owner of Juneja Group of Companies. Balwant works for them you know."

"They are very rich," added Vishaka with a giggle. "And to think they were originally from around here."

"I think he's the same Lalit Juneja that left Ambala maybe 20 or more years ago and went off to Canada to make a name for himself," said Balwant.

"Oh my Rabs! Did you hear that Teji, Kay-na-da! And how much do you suppose he's worth now?" asked Kuljeet.

"I am sure it's beyond our imagination," replied Balwant.

"I don't know," said Kuljeet. "I can imagine quite a bit."

"Anyway," said Vishaka. "The important thing is they're having a party next week at their luxury hotel, and have invited all the management and their families to attend. I've already bought my outfit. And Heer Di and Meher Di, since you'll be with us in Ludhiana, you'll get to go too. Isn't that so exciting?!"

"I guess so," replied Heer.

"Yes," said Kuljeet Chachee. "I think it's a fine opportunity for our girls."

"Hunh? How so?" asked Balwant. "How could it possibly affect our girls?"

"Don't be so dense Balwant!" cried Kuljeet. "You know perfectly well that I am thinking about one of them falling in love and marrying one of our girls."

"Kuljeet," said Balraj. " I think you're living in some kind of a dreamworld. The ideas you get..."

"Well someone should get ideas!" cried Kuljeet. "I mean Prahji (Brother in law), don't make me open my mouth!"

"As if we can keep it closed," whispered Meher. Heer elbowed her sister and tried to stifle her giggle.

"You know I never said anything when you inherited this house and the attached farmland, and Balwant was left to fend for himself," continued Kuljeet.

"I never asked you to leave", said Balraj.

Kuljeet raised her hand as if to silence him and continued. "Thanks to Rabji, it was a good decision in the end. We have a nice house, stable job, and are not at the mercy of the weather for our living. But you must remember that your little farm was entailed when you inherited it. It must by law go to a male heir. A male heir...," she repeated for emphasis. "And I don't have to remind you that you have no sons."

Here we go again, thought Meher.

"You barely make enough to get by for the year, and plan for the next harvest. So where is the savings going to come from for the girl's education or dowries for their marriage? Look at them!" said Kuljeet Chachee, pointing at Heer and Meher. "They are in effect penniless! Better to find a good husband and marry them off. Or do you expect Balwant and me to take up their burden should anything happen to you?!"

"Oh my Rabs! What is to become of us?!" Meher exclaimed a little too loudly.

"Yes," smiled Balraj. "What is to become of them? Perhaps I should have drowned one of them at birth."

"Yes," said Kuljeet Chachee, giving Meher an angry glare. "Perhaps you should have."

"Balraj! Is that anyway to talk about your own children!" exclaimed Teji.

"Ha ha!" Meher laughed out loud, "I am glad you didn't drown me Papaji. I'm much too happy just being alive, even if I never get a husband."

"Alright," cried Teji. "I think we've had enough excitement for today. Our guests must be tired, and I think we should all turn in for the night."

Chapter 4 - A Chance Encounter

The next morning, Meher and Vishaka were out walking in the fields. "Uff! Meher Di, how much further is it to the market?" asked Vishaka. "And are you sure this is a shortcut?"

"Stop complaining Vishaka!" said Meher. "You city people sure do whine a lot. Walking is great exercise, you know, you're opportunity to be in the fresh air, one on one with nature."

"Oh no," whined Vishaka as she noticed her shoes getting muddy. "Can't we take a rickshaw or something?"

Meher turned around and stared at her cousin in disbelief. "Vishaka, we are in the middle of a field. How on earth do you suppose we can get a rickshaw?" Nevermind, thought Meher. She grabbed her cousin's hand and pulled her along with her.

At the market, Meher bought all of the things on her mother's list, and then turned to go, when all of a sudden she was surrounded by a group of children ranging in age from 8 to 12. "Meher Di Meher Di, please play with us," they all chorused together.

"Not today guys, I have my cousin with me and these purchases to get home."

"Please," pleaded one little boy. "We can play Dakoos (bandits) and princess. We'll be the dakoos and you'll be our sardar (leader), and your very pretty cousin can be the princess we kidnap for ransom, and..."

"Did he just call me very pretty?" Vishaka asked in a proud manner and tossed a lock of her hair back. "Well Meher Di, I really don't see the harm."

"OK Vishaka," Meher rollied her eyes. "As long as we chase you in the direction of home." Meher didn't mind obliging the children, but she didn't want to get yelled at from her mother.

"Yay!" cried the children, jumping up and down. Meher kneeled down, while one of the children used her dupatta to wrap her hair up into a turban, while another applied a fake mustache to her face.

"How do I look?" She asked, while raising one eyebrow and twirling one end of her mustache with her right hand.

"Oh my Rabs!" Vishaka cried in mock horror. "I'm so scared!"

"By the way," Meher asked. "How come I always get to be the Dakoo Sardar (Leader of the bandits)?"

"Because you're the tallest," cried the children.

"Alright then, Hoo Hoo Hoo Ha Ha Ha Ha," Meher laughed in an evil manner. "Run for your life!"

It wasn't long before the hot sun wore everyone out, and no one wanted to play anymore. "What I wouldn't do for an ice gola right about now," sighed Meher. Though she loved to walk, even she was worn out today. Everyone was taking a break by the edge of the dirt road by a field when they saw a truck approaching. "Hey!" said Meher. "I think that's Veer Singh Ji's truck." She got up and waved her hand at the truck indicating for it to stop.

"Aray Meher puttar, sab khair haygi hai? (Meher, is everything alright?)" her neighbor Veer Singh asked sticking his head out of his truck's window.

"Han chachaji (Yes uncle)," said Meher. "But I'm afraid my band of bandits and I have surrendered to the heat, so how about a lift home?"

"Well," said Veer. "I've got old Bessie in the back, but you're welcome to hop on board. By the way, there's some sugar cane in the back, feel free to munch." He had seen Meher playing with the local kids many times so he didn't feel the need to question her get up, and it seemed that Meher had forgotten about it too.

"Thanks Chachaji," said the grateful group, as they climbed onto the back of the truck.

Meanwhile on a dirt road some distance away, a car was dying out. "Great!" exclaimed Nihal, hitting the steering wheel with both hands in frustration. "Of all the times for my car to give up on me!" He got out of the car and lifted the bonnet and started to fiddle around.

"No! No! No!" cried Preet, pushing his sunglasses to rest at the top of his head. "We are stuck in the middle of nowhere, with no food, no water, no air-conditioning! We're all going to die!"

"Relax Preet!" said Prem. "I am sure someone will stop by and help us. Besides I told you to stop and grab a bite to eat at that dhaba we passed earlier." Prem shook his head at his brother, Preet was such a bhookar (foodie) , it was like he needed to be fed every 2 hours.

"Yeah right PB!" cried Preet. "Me eat from a roadside stall? In the words of Herman Bhaiya...'How unhygenic!' I'd come down with Delhi belly and then why bother with sightseeing when I could be fertilizing the fields."

"Look guys," Nihal pointed to a tree a short distance away. "I see some farmers over there. You guys stay here and I'll see if I can get some help."

Preet watched as Nihal walked over and spoke to the men sitting under the tree. "Just look at them," he said. "They're sitting there so relaxed as if they were in and air-conditioned room."

Just then Nihal came back. "There is a mechanic's garage about 5 miles down this road. I'm afraid we'll have to walk."

"Walk!" whined Preet.

"But then again, maybe not," smiled Nihal.

Prem and Preet turned around to look in the direction Nihal was looking in. A rickety old truck was heading up the road in their direction. Nihal waved his hands to stop the truck. Veer poked his head out of his truck's window. Looks like it's my day for picking up passengers, he thought.

"Chachaji, gadi kharab ho gayi hai, lift millay gi?" asked Nihal. (Uncle, our car broke down. Can you give us a lift?)

"We'll gladly pay for the gas," offered Prem.

Veer looked at the boys. "You're not from around here are you?" he asked. Preet and Prem both shook their heads. "Well," said Veer. "Then you are our guests, and we Punjabis don't take payment from guests. Hop on board, but just watch out for Bessie!"

"Thanks," said Nihal and Prem in unison.

Preet just followed them grumbling to himself. "I can't believe we're going to ride this wreck."

"It's either this or walk the 5 miles," said Prem as he pulled himself into the back of the truck behind Nihal. Preet shrugged his shoulders, and climbed in after his brother. His one leg was still dangling from the back when he came just inches from a large black face.

"Heh Heh... you must be Bessie...I know, I'm smart, sexy and handsome," Preet pushed Bessie's face away. "But we've only just met." Nihal knocked hard on the side of the truck and Veer started driving.

Preet dusted off his clothes and stabilized his footing, only to find that he, Prem and Nihal were not alone with Bessie. Against the other wall of the truck, he saw what looked like a family of 6, staring at him with quizzical looks. There was a young husband, a wife, and their 4 children. The couple looked awfully young to have so many children, he thought scratching his head. But then again you never know with these country folks. Some of them did marry pretty young.

Just then one of the children spat some chewed up sugar cane awfully close to Preet's feet. He jumped out of the way. "Hey watch it!" Barbarians! he thought. The young children having no knowledge of English stared at Preet spouting jibberish.

"You bolna (talk) English?" asked one of the children.

Preet tried to control his laugh. "Yes," he said. "We're speaking in English."

"Waise, hume Hindi bhi aati hai (We also know Hindi)," said Prem. He smiled and ruffled one of the little boy's hair.

Meher was about to say something in order to save her group from further embarrassment, when one of the children spoke up again. "I bolna English. I seekhna (learn) in mera (my) school. Look, this truck...this sugar cane...and this..." He pointed to Bessie. "...is Black Bhainsllo." Meher slapped her forehead with her hand.

Preet was peeling with laughter now. "I think you mean black buffalo." He tried to control his laugh and breathe at the same time.

"How dare you!" shouted Meher. "He's just a little kid who's trying to be friendly! How dare you shatter his confidence by laughing at him!"

Preet stared at Meher in wonderment. This guy has a really strange voice, he thought.

"Look, we're really sorry," said Prem. "Preet apologize."

"What?! Oh come on PB!" whined Preet.

"You heard him," Meher walked up to Preet. "Apologize!"

Not wanting any trouble Preet began slowly. "Look sir, I didn't mean any harm..."

Wait a minute, thought Meher. Did he just call me sir? To her horror, she realized she was still wearing her Dakoo disguise.

"I'm really sorry," said Preet. But before he could continue, the truck hit a speed bump, causing everyone to grab onto something for balance. The closest thing to Meher at that time was Preet, and out of reflex action she grabbed onto him to keep herself from falling. Unfortunately, that only led Preet to lose his balance and they both fell. First Preet, followed by Meher, who fell right on top of him.

"OW!" yelled Preet. He looked up surprised to find himself entangled in long brown tresses. The fall had knocked Meher's turban off. "Oh my God!" yelled Preet. "He's a she... I...I mean it's a girl! A girl with a very large mustache! Um..Do you mind getting off me Miss?" said Preet with a slight smile. "I mean thankfully the hay broke our fall, and ordinarily I wouldn't mind finding myself in such a position with a girl, but there are under age children watching and my K-K-Kamar (B-B-Back) is really beginning to hurt. Old football injury you know."

"Hmpf!" said Meher. She quicly stood up and peeled her mustache off.

"Why do you have a fake mustache on?" continued Preet. "Is that normal for girls in these parts of the country? And how much do you weigh anyways? I mean I know a really good trainer, and..."

"Shut up you oaf!" cried Meher. She felt thoroughly humiliated and wanted to be anywhere except here in front of this stupid boy and his friends.

"Are you okay?" Vishaka asked her cousin.

"We're getting off right now," said Meher.

"But...," said Vishaka.

"Right now!" yelled Meher. She gave a hard knock to the side of the truck, and jumped off as soon as it came to a stop.

"It was nice meeting you all!" Preet grinned as Meher and her group got off.

"Hmpf! Kharoos valaiti munda," muttered Meher. (Stupid foreigner!)

Preet turned around laughing to himself, only to face Prem and Nihal standing with their arms crossed glaring at him. "What PB? What did I do now?" He asked innocently.

Later.....

"Meher Di wait!" cried Vishaka, as both girls barged into the house.

Heer and Teji looked up from their work. "There you are. I was beginning to wonder what was taking you so long," said Teji, as Vishaka handed her the shopping.

"Ugh! I could just scream!" shouted Meher. She bumped into Kuljeet Chachee, who was coming down the stairs, compact in one hand, and touching up her lipstick with the other.

"What's with her?" Chachee asked as she wiped the streak of lipstick off her cheek.

It wasn't long before Heer and Vishaka entered Meher's room with a quiet knock. Meher lay on her bed with her head buried in her pillow. Heer sat down and put a loving hand on her sister's shoulder. "Meher, are you OK? Vishaka said that you fell."

"Oh Didi it was awful! That stupid NRI boy!" exclaimed Meher, relaying to her sister all that had occurred. Heer could not help but smile at her sister's dramatic re-enactment of the morning's events. "And worst of all he called me fat!" cried Meher. "Ugh! I've never been so humiliated in all my life!"

"Well, in all fairness Di," interrupted Vishaka, "You did fall on top of him."

Heer was trying desperately not to laugh. "Meher," she said. "You are a beautiful girl inside and out. And I'm really surprised you're letting some chance encounter with a guy you'll probably never meet again get to you like this."

"You're right Di." Meher sat up with a determined look. "Why am I letting him get to me. I mean I'll never see him again...and...and...I'm not really fat...am I?" she asked.

"No, No of course not," said Heer. "Right Vishaka?"

"Oh...yeah...right...uh...I mean pleasingly plump at the most, but certainly not fat," replied Vishaka. She threw Heer a 'you caught me off guard' look.

"Ugh!" Meher cried as she let herself fall back on the bed.

"Vishaka!" Heer shook her head.

Hope you all enjoyed the update. Please leave comments, or at least hit the like button.

Note: The Meet scene as you may have guessed was inspired by Dil Bole Hadippa.

Also, I'll be away for 2 weeks, so the next update will be when I get back.

Chapter 5 Preview: Prem and Sanjana's dinner date. Ashlesha and Maya's entry.

Link to next chapter: https://www.indiaforums.com/forum/post/43468133

Wow! awesome parts...u even used the Dil Bole Hadippa scene..i loved it😉...dying to know how MEET gonna meet again...

Originally posted by: sharmeeli

WAUW yaar!👏👏 You're update made my day; I sooo LOVED it!!!!🤗🤗 Lallu, tussi great ho ke Juneja brothers ko bheja hain India mein👍🏼 😆Preet; THE Ambala as in a night club?😆😆

Loved the entry of the Maan family; Meher is sooo naughty😆😆 🤣couldn't stop laughing when Preet thought that that ''man'' had a strange voice🤣 and then that he didn't mind that Meher lay on top of him but there are some underage children who are watching🤣 and the K-K-kamar scene😳 I always get butterflies whenever I see that scene😳😍

But Nihaal isn't Meher and Heer's brother, I thought that the guys were going to stay at their house???😲

Plzzz update ASAP dear😳 and thanks for the PM😳