Fatima's Cozy Corner 3 - Final Update on Pg 114 :) - Page 82

Originally posted by: AASUS

Oho Fatima happy Wednesday 😆 😳 😛

Originally posted by: mijanur

Wishing Meet all the best for their upcoming life outside of ambala

Originally posted by: Chit15

Wow Meher gave best reply to Kuljeet. She fought for Preet like a tigress loved her new avtaar.

Loved scenes of Meet

Great update

Originally posted by: Fatima_Q

Hey Shuridh...long time no see.

When are you going to update?

Chapter 65 - Pinky Ji

"Meher?"

Startled, Meher nearly jumped to a standing position at the sound of her name.

"What happened? Is he alright?" Balraj and Kuljeet stood not too far away observing the scene before them.

"Papa-ji...we...uh...he...he fell asleep. He didn't mean to...but...it's a side effect of the medication," explained Meher. How long had her parents been standing there? Had Kuljeet heard her calling her a wicked witch? Well it was too late now. Besides, she didn't care anymore. "Um...as soon as he regains consciousness, we'll be out of your way."

"There's no need for you to rush," said Balraj. "This is your home as much as it is ours. Isn't that right Kuljeet?" He nudged his wife with his elbow.

"Uh...yes...of course it is," stammered Kuljeet. "You and Junior Juneja...uh...I mean Preet. You both don't have to go anywhere."

Meher looked at her step-mother in surprise. Why was she being so gracious all of a sudden? She was sure her father had something to do with it. "Thanks, but I do think it's time we moved on."

"In that case...Kuljeet has something for you. Isn't that right?" Balraj said sternly.

"Oh my Rabs! I was just getting to that," Kuljeet rolled her eyes. She held out the small bundle of money Preet had given to her earlier. "It's all there. All 10,000 rupees."

"You're giving us our money back?" Meher said in surprise. Okay, this was definitely her father's doing.

"Well of course I am," said Kuljeet. "I mean...unless you don't want it. Your father does have medical bills and..."

"Kuljeet!" cried Balraj.

"Uh...I mean...Preet did work so hard to earn this money," said Kuljeet. "And it does rightfully belong to you two, so why would I keep it?"

"I wish I could give you more," added Balraj.

"More?! Where would we get more from?" cried Kuljeet.

"We'll be fine Papa-ji," Meher said as she took the money from her step-mother. "Thank you."

"So, where have you decided to go?" asked Balraj.

"Ludhiana," said Meher. "We both are familiar with the place and Preet thinks he can find a good job there too."

"I see," said Balraj. He took out a small piece of paper with a name and number written on it. "This is the contact information for an acquaintance of mine. He and his wife have put up the top portion of their home for rent. It's not much, a room, kitchen and a bath, but it may suit your budget, at least for now. Of course I would like to reiterate that you're most welcome to stay here too," sighed Balraj. "This is your home Meher, and it always will be."

"Thank you Papa-ji," said Meher. She smiled and hugged her father.

Later that day...

Preet rubbed the sleep from his eyes and looked around. Where was he? He was in the barn. But didn't he have something to do? Meher. He and Meher were going to leave Ambala. He quickly sat up. A severe shot of pain in his chest quickly reminded him of his bruised ribs. Holding onto his side he exhaled loudly.

"Hey, you're finally up," smiled Meher, as she walked into the barn.

"Yeah," Preet said. He looked at his watch. "Sorry Meher. I know you wanted to leave, but I guess the medication must have knocked me out."

"No problem," said Meher. "I managed to get a lot done in the meantime."

"Like...?" asked Preet.

"Well, I went through your little black book and found out who still hadn't paid you yet," explained Meher. "It was just two people. I called them and told them we were leaving town, and because we don't have our own means of transportation, I asked them to drop off their payment here. They were nice enough to oblige."

"Great," smiled Preet.

"I also called the bus station, to check on the schedule for Ludhiana bound buses," continued Meher. "We still have time to catch the last one."

"Right," nodded Preet. "I suppose we have enough for the bus fare."

"We have more than just the bus fare Preet," grinned Meher. "We have all your earnings!"

"What? How?" Preet asked in surprise.

"Kuljeet gave the money back," said Meher.

"Wait a minute, are we talking about the same Kuljeet?" asked Preet. "Your step-mother Kuljeet?"

"Yes," laughed Meher. "Papa-ji did some arm twisting for sure, but who cares!" She told him about her father's friend having a place for rent as well.

"This is all so wonderful Meher. It almost seems like a dream," Preet said excitedly. "I'm not dreaming am I? Ow!" He cried as Meher pinched his arm.

"You're wide awake Preet," giggled Meher. "We can finally start our life together." She reached over and hugged him causing him to groan out loud. "Oops! Sorry Preet! Do you need to lie down again?"

"Give me a minute and I think I'll be fine," Preet took a deep breath. One of the horses shook its head and snickered loudly. "Don't worry, I'm going. I'm going right now. And I'm not going to miss you either," He chided him.

Meher shook her head and smiled. She walked over to the horse and petted him. "Really Preet, I don't know why you couldn't get along with these innocent barn animals."

"Innocent? Well, I can't complain too much about Raj and Simran," said Preet. "They mostly kept to themselves. But that Bahadur...he spared no chance to eat my dinner. And Badal...he sure knew how to pass some heavy duty wind...that too right in my direction."

"Well, from now on you'll only have me to deal with me, okay?" laughed Meher.

"I wouldn't have it any other way Cinderella?" smiled Preet.

Later that night...

"Here." Preet handed Meher a bag of chips and a bottle of water then slid into the bus seat next to her.

"Thanks," she smiled.

"We'll be heading out in a couple of minutes," explained Preet. "It'll take us around 2 hours to get to Ludhiana. I called your dad's contact Mr. Duggal. He and his wife will still be up when we reach town, and could show us the upstairs flat. We can have it starting tonight if we want. It's small and simple, but enough for the 2 of us. Plus the rent is in our budget. The only thing they ask is that we stay for at least a minimum of 3 months and give them 2 weeks notice before we clear out. I thought it reasonable enough."

Meher nodded. She opened the bottle and took a sip of the water savoring its coolness as it slid down her throat. It had been a long walk to the bus depot. She was tired, but excited too about the journey ahead.

"A penny for your thoughts?" asked Preet.

"Uh...nothing...," smiled Meher. "I'm just so happy about us finally being on our own."

"Yeah," agreed Preet. "It's not going to be easy..."

"I know," Meher squeezed his hand affectionately. "But we'll handle whatever comes our way...together."

It wasn't long before the bus pulled out of the bus depot in Ambala, but just as soon as the journey had started it came to halt.

Meher had been half asleep with her head resting on Preet's shoulder, when a loud noise awakened her. "What happened?" she mumbled as the driver brought the bus to a stop.

"I think there's something wrong with the bus," said Preet.

They waited patiently as the driver and his assistant got down and inspected the bus from all sides. "Ladies and gentlemen," said the driver as he came back inside. "I'm afraid we've got not one but 2 flat tires." The passengers began to grumble and complain. "Look, I know you are all upset," sighed the driver. "But the sooner you cooperate with me the faster we'll get back on the road."

"Well..., what do you want us to do?" asked a passenger.

"First of all I need you all to take your personal belongings and exit the bus," said the driver. "I've called for help, but it's night time and it will take a while before anyone gets here. Raju and I will unload the luggage from the top of the bus, and lighten its load. We're right on the outskirts of Rajpur. I don't see us leaving before morning, so if any of you want to go into town and find a place to sleep in the meantime, that may be a good idea. We can all meet back here at 7 am."

Preet and Meher grabbed their bags and exited the bus with the rest of the passengers. A short while later, they were standing in front of a run down looking hotel. "Are you thinking what I'm thinking?" asked Preet.

"Hotel Decent?" sighed Meher. She recalled the awful hotel she and Preet once stayed at.

"Yeah," chuckled Preet. "Although this one looks a lot worse."

"Maybe it's better on the inside," suggested Meher. "In any case, beggars can't be choosers."

A short while later...

"Good news," smiled Preet as he stepped out of the washroom closing the door behind him. "They have hot and cold running water."

Meher was looking through her bag for a change of clothes. Her mouth fell open, when she glanced up at Preet. He had removed his shirt and was using the towel around his neck to dry his hair and face. His skin had become nicely tanned from working in the sun all these days. He looked so...so very...uh...nice. No...not just nice...amazing. Amazingly masculine. She tried to ignore him and turn her attention back to her bag, but it was no use. How could she possibly ignore those rippling muscles as he moved around the room? She wanted to watch him. Watch the beads of water from his wet hair glide down his bare back. She had no willpower when he was nearby. She snuck another glance at him. Why did he have to make things so difficult and be so sexy?! All she wanted to do was sit and stare at his body. Just then she spotted the splint on his wrist. Uff! What is wrong with you Meher? He's hurt. Sprained wrist and bruised ribs, remember? So...be a good girl and keep your hands to yourself! Scolding herself, she turned her attention back to her bag.

"Is something wrong?" asked Preet.

"No," Meher lied, as she diverted her eyes. "Why do you ask?"

"You're mumbling to yourself," remarked Preet.

"It's nothing," Meher shook her head. She needed a cold shower that's all. "Uh...why don't you...uh...put something on? You'll...you'll catch a cold otherwise."

Preet saw the pink tinge on her face and grinned. "Need help?"

Meher felt her body stiffen as he came up behind her. "No...I...uh...I was just looking for my night clothes," she said. "I know we left in a hurry, but I did remember to pack some."

"Please tell me you packed one of those sexy, slinky lingere pieces I got you, and not some grandma type flannel nightgown," said Preet. Meher gulped as he leaned forward to nuzzle her neck, then placed a gentle kiss where her neck met her shoulder. "Mujhe kyun aisa lagta hai, aaj raat ko kuch bauhat hi acha hone wala hai (Why do I get the feeling something wonderful is going to happen tonight)?"

"Sorry Preet," Meher turned to face him. "But a grandma gown is exactly what I intend to wear."

"What? But why?" frowned Preet.

"Perhaps you need a little reminding," said Meher.

"Ow!" cried Preet as she poked him in the ribs.

"See...," said Meher. "Until those ribs heal...you're only going to see me in grandma gowns."

"Ha! Lingere or grandma gown, they all wind up on the floor anyway," grinned Preet. "So, in the end it doesn't really make a difference does it?" He tried to come close to her again but she pushed him away.

"No Preet, we need to stay away from each other for now," she insisted.

"That's not fair Meher," protested Preet as he followed her to the washroom. "I've been sharing space with animals so long I've almost forgotten what it's like to share a bed with someone who actually smells nice. I'm sure we can find some position I can be comfortable in."

"Sorry Preet," Meher shook her head. "But it's for your own good. Acha sunno (listen), I've ordered room service. Nothing fancy, but I'm sure it's something you'll like. Oh and don't forget to call Mr. Duggal and tell him we'll be coming in the morning instead. I've set your medicine out on the bedside table. There's a jug of water there too. I suggest you eat, take your pills and go right to sleep."

"Lekin Meher...," he protested.

"No buts Preet," warned Meher. "Agar tumne mujhe ziyada tang kiya (If you pester me too much about this), one of us will spend the night on the sofa. She pointed to the small sofa next to the bed. Before he could argue further, she walked into the washroom and closed the door.

Preet walked back to the bed with a scowl on his face. He sat down, picked up a pillow and stuffed it in his lap. "Ow!" he winced, as pain radiated throughout his torso from the action. He slowly put the pillow away. Damn these bruised ribs! I don't care if I have to overdose on pain meds, he decided. Tonight is not going to be like every other night! Wait a minute...the medicine will put me to sleep. Okay...so no meds. But without meds I'll be in pain. Okay so...meds plus a lot of coffee...that should do the trick. What if Meher goes through with her threat and decides to sleep on the sofa? He glared angrily at the piece of furniture. Iss 2 seater kabab mein haddi ka kuch karna pade ga (I have to do something about this interfering 2 seater). He picked up the jug of water and walked over to the sofa. Sorry Meher, but neither you nor I are going to sleep on this thing tonight. He was about to pour the contents of the jug all over the sofa, when there was a knock on the door. "Kaun (Who is it)?" He called out.

"Room service," came the reply.

Preet put down the jug and headed for the door. He and Meher hadn't had anything more than a bag of chips since lunch, and he suddenly felt hungry. "Whatever you have it had better be hot, and it had better be good," he said as he opened the door. To his surprise, a middle-aged woman with long black hair, short dress, pretty features, and a little too much makeup stood outside smiling at him.

"I haven't had a single customer complain yet," she said.

"Aap?" Preet said in surprise. He looked the woman over from head to toe, confused as to just what she was doing at his door.

"Checking out the goods, eh?" she chuckled.

"No!" said Preet. "I mean...sorry...I thought you were room service."

"Oh I'm here to service you alright," grinned the woman.

The way she was looking him over made Preet feel uncomfortable. He suddenly realized he was wasn't wearing his shirt. He slowly raised one arm across his chest to cover himself. "I...uh...I think you have the wrong room," he said. He tried to close the door but the woman pushed her way into the room and began to look around. "Ajeeb zabardasti hai (what a strange imposition)," he remarked.

"Zabardasti (imposition)? You're really funny, you know that?" laughed the woman. "And cute too." She playfully patted his cheek.

"Who are are you, and what do you want?" asked Preet.

"They call me Pinky," she replied. "Johnny sent me?"

"Johnny who? I don't know anyone named Johnny," stammered Preet. "Listen Pinky Ji...there seems to be some sort of a misunderstanding here..."

"Did you just say Pinky...Ji? Hai main marjawan!" giggled Pinky. "Along with good looks, the boy is blessed with manners too. Kisi ki nazar na lage (May you be saved from the evil eye)." She took a bit of kajal from her eye and placed a black mark on his cheek.

"What are you doing?" protested Preet. He tried to wipe the kajal from his cheek but only wound up smudging it.

"Enough small talk. Time is money, so let's get down to business," said Pinky. She took him by the hand and led him to the bed.

Preet pulled his hand back. "Business? Wha...what kind of business?"

"Love darling, what else?" smiled Pinky. She took off the scarf she was wearing around her neck, lassoed it around his neck and pulled him close to her. He winced at the sudden movement forcing him forward. "Now stop playing coy with me, and let's get started."

"Ow!" Preet cried as she pushed him onto the bed. He rolled over to his side with both arms wrapped around himself. Tears welled up in his eyes from the excruciating pain.

"Bade nazuk ho (you're so delicate), Pinky said with a raised brow. "I've made grown men cry before, but we haven't even gotten started."

"I'm not delicate...I'm hurt," whined Preet. "Can't you see?" He held up his bandaged wrist. "You're making it worse."

"Aww...poor baby," smiled Pinky. She climbed onto the bed and hovered over him. "Ab toh tumpe aur bhi ziyada pyar aa raha hai (Now I'm growing even more fond of you). I'll be gentle, I promise."

"I don't want you to be gentle," Preet tried to sit up. "I just..."

"Okay, then we'll play rough," said Pinky. She pushed him back down causing him to cry out in pain again.

"Are you crazy or something?!" cried Preet. "Just leave, okay."

"Nothing doing," Pinky shook her head. "I don't do refunds. Look, you've already got your shirt off, let me help you with your pants." She pulled off his shoes one by one, then reached for his pajamas.

"No!" cried Preet, as he held onto his pants with his one good hand.

"You're not gay are you?" Pinky looked him over suspiciously.

"I'm not gay...I'm marri..." tried Preet.

"Oh...I get it...it's your first time and you're feeling shy," Pinky interrupted him. "I'll turn the lights off." She switched the lamp by the bed off, but Preet quickly turned it back on again.

"Uff ho Pinky Ji! Please...stop...I'm begging you," he pleaded. The back and forth was really putting a strain on his ribs.

"Stop?" asked Pinky. "But I haven't even begun to show you my killer moves. How about a lap dance?"

"No! No lap dance. No nothing." Preet glanced worriedly towards the bathroom door. Meher would walk out any minute now. If she found some strange woman in bed with him, he wouldn't live to see tomorrow. "In fact, if you don't leave right away, one of us is definitely going to get killed tonight."

"Who are you talking to Preet?" asked Meher, as she stepped out of the washroom, wiping her face with a towel. Her eyes widened in surprise as she approached the bed and found Preet and Pinky in it.

"Meher...," gulped Preet.

"What's going on here?" demanded Pinky. She stood up and faced Meher. "Who are you and what are you doing here?"

"Me?! Who are you?!" asked Meher.

"That's Pinky Ji," sighed Preet.

"Pinky ji?" said Meher.

"That's right," nodded Pinky. "And I was here first, so just beat it."

"Excuse me?!" said Meher.

"You heard me, this is my customer, and I don't do threesomes, so just beat it," insisted Pinky.

Meher glared angrily at her husband. "Preet! What's going on here?"

"Uh...heh-heh...Meher...there's a logical explanation for this," said Preet.

"Oh really?" She crossed her arms and frowned. "Let's hear it then."

"Now I'm confused too," Pinky spoke up. She pointed a finger accusingly at Preet. "He ordered room service. I was just doing as he requested."

"Not me...her," Preet pointed towards Meher. "She...she's the one who placed the order."

"Oh...I see," fumed Meher. "I told you no...so you...you went and hired a...a...ugh!!"

"No! I swear I didn't do anything Meher," protested Preet. "Dharti Ma ki kasam!"

"Wait a minute, what's with all the questions?" asked Pinky. "Just who are you anyway?"

"I'm his wife!" Meher shot back.

Pinky walked in a circle around Meher as if trying to decide whether or not to believe her. "How come I don't see a mangal sutar or anything?"

"Because I took it off, damn it!" cried Meher.

"Oh...well then...shame on you man," Pinky shook her head at Preet.

"Me? I didn't even do anything!" sighed Preet.

"But you wish you had, right?" chuckled Pinky.

"Get out!" Meher pointed to the door.

"Alright alright," Pinky leaned over Preet seductively, plucked her scarf from his neck, then headed towards the door. "Just wait until I see Johnny. I'm going to kick him where the sun don't shine." She opened the door and pointed to the numbers outside. "He's the one who told me to come up to 209."

"This is 206," Meher said flatly. One of the nails holding the 6 had fallen out and it was hanging like a 9. She picked it up and pressed it back into place to hold the number right side up.

"Oops!" grinned Pinky. "I guess the jokes on us."

"Heh-Heh," chuckled Preet, as he came up behind Meher. "The 6...became a 9...wrong room...heh-heh."

Meher wasn't amused. She shut the door on the woman's face, then turned on Preet. "Preet Juneja...tumhari toh!"

"What...Meher...I...she...it was all a big mistake," stammered Preet as Meher backed him towards the bed.

Suddenly Meher burst out laughing.

"Wait...you think this is funny?" frowned Preet. "Maine itni mushkil se Pinky Ji se apni izzat bachaee (you don't know what I went through to save myself from that woman), and you think this is funny?" He sat down on the bed with a pout on his face.

"Aww Preet...I'm sure that must have been really traumatic for you. I've got just the thing to make you feel better," said Meher. She picked up a pillow and hit him with it.

"Ow!" cried Preet. "Just how exactly was that supposed to make me feel better?"

"Oh, my bad," giggled Meher. "That was supposed to make me feel better."

"Go ahead, laugh at my expense," sighed Preet. He propped his pillow up against the headboard of the bed and leaned back against it. "First these bruised ribs did me in and now Pinky Ji. Feel free to turn the light off when you've had your laugh and want to turn in."

Meher smiled then came and sat next to him. "Did you take your medicine?" He folded his arms across his chest and shook his head. She poured him a glass of water and handed him his pills. "I'll call room service and see what's keeping them."

"It's okay," grumbled Preet. "I'm not hungry anymore." He watched as she walked over to her side of the bed and slipped in next to him.

"Preet...I know you're in pain but...," she said softly. "...do you think it would hurt anything if you just held me for a while?"

Despite wanting to seem upset, he couldn't help but smile. "No," he said. "I don't think it would hurt anything at all." Shifting slightly, he slipped his arm protectively around her and held her close to him. With a sigh, she rested her head on his chest, listening to the sound of his heartbeat. Under normal circumstances, having her this close to him, sleep would be the last thing on his mind, but he was in no position to act on his feelings. As her breath rippled along his bare skin, he cursed his injured ribs.

It wasn't long before the drowsy effect of his medicine started to kick in. Preet began to yawn. Holding his wife in his arms, his own breathing fell into a rhythmic pattern until he too was fast asleep.

Originally posted by: Rhea_401

when are you updating gurl?

Originally posted by: mijanur

God saved Preet from the evil claws of Pinky.

Honesty, I really enjoy this update.

Update soon.