hey guys...its me...i come in peace...please...no belans, jootes or dandas...😕😕😕...so sorry for the delay...but i had finals then ive been trying to have some summer fun...which i did...😃😃😃 so now im here with the update...i have one more week off...i will try to update sooner this time...but...no paaka promises...i am fasting for ramadan...and now that the day is longer...its hard 😕😕😕...
anywho!...here is another link for you all to enjoy...watch it...and then let me know...anyone else want to smack that girl in the video...all she does is laugh...HA HA HA HA...omg...😡😡😡 annoying!!!http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zzSVRWt3FDw&feature=relatedps: any guys watching...never call a girl you like or are with...a "Sack of Meat" 🤬...😆
ok...here is the most awaited part...the entry of Mr. Prem Jhunega!
Part 4
Radisson Hotel in Santa Barbara
20th Floor
Room 2095
Registered to Mr. Prem Jhuneja
The muscular, 6'3", body of one of the top industrialists in the entire world, was draped over one of the hotel room chairs. His legs were stretched out on the chair in front of him, his feet bare and crossed at the ankles. His coat and tie lying somewhere in the room - the bed most likely, or so he thought. The top three buttons of his well-wrinkled white shirt were undone, and his sleeves rolled up to his elbows. In one hand he held a glass of Scotch on the rocks, the other hand was kneading his forehead as he felt the pangs of a potentially horrible headache start up. Removing his hand from his forehead he reached for the envelope that lay on the table; ever so carefully he took out the contents…
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My Dearest Prem,
I know what I am doing is wrong; I shouldn't be writing you a letter, I should be talking to you face-to-face. However, I'm sorry; I just don't have the courage to do it. One look at you and I know my words will die in my mouth, and what Ineed to tell you is something that I have to tell you.
In the past two years you have made me the happiest woman on Earth. These past two years have been so magical that I am left in awe as I reminisce about the times that we have shared; from the first time I saw you, to the first date we had, to the first time we made love, to the first time I realized that I had fallen in love with you.
I know that falling in love was against the rules of our relationship, but I'm sorry I just couldn't help it. You were so wonderful that my heart was just pulled to you, no matter how hard I tried to stop it. I was happy in our relationship so I didn't say anything to scare you off. If I were to lose you, I would just die. You don't know how much I love you; I'd do anything for you…anything. You made me become a woman that I had always wanted to be. Being with you has turned me into a well traveled, cultured and confident woman. For that, I thank you from the bottom of my heart.
I was extremely happy sharing my life with you in your home; my dreams had come true. However, it is not the case now; my dreams have changed. Traveling to Barcelona, Athens, Montreal, and Aspen isn't what I want to do anymore. I don't want to wear dresses that cost more than my entire year's paycheck. I don't want to spend nights out socializing with people that I cannot stand to look at, all for the sake of business. I want to move into a small house in the suburbs of good 'ol California, wear jeans and t-shirts, and spend the night curled up on the couch watching re-runs of F*R*I*E*N*D*S.
I want to be in a relationship that is moving forward, not one that is stuck at a stalemate. I want the dream wedding that I have been dreaming about since I was six; I want the white dress, the flowers, the hideous bridesmaid dresses. More than all those I want the vows; I want someone to promise to be there for me no matter what, someone who will hold me when I cry, who will laugh with me in my times of happiness, someone who will wipe my tears in times of despair, someone who promises to never leave me, someone to commit to me. I want to have love and understanding.
What I want more then anything is a child with the man that I love. I want to carry his child because I know it will be a symbol of our undying love for each other. I want to experience the morning sickness, the cravings, the mood swings, and the 36+ hours of labor. I want to go to little league games, to dance recitals, to graduations, and weddings. I want a child of my own.
Being with you, I know that is not possible; love, marriage and children were never part of the package. I am not blaming you or pointing fingers. You told me from the beginning what you wanted, and I thought that is what I wanted too. We have passion and physical compatibility, but that is just not good enough anymore.
It kills me to leave you but I have no other option. If I don't leave then, yes, I will be happy to some extent, but I will watch my dreams shatter into a million pieces; I don't think I am strong enough to do that.
Just know that I love you, and you will always be in my heart. You have made my life fuller and richer then I ever thought possible. But in order to fulfill my dreams, I must leave some things behind. I know that you will be disappointed but at least you won't be broken hearted.
I wish you all the happiness and success that you dream of. I know that only great things lie ahead for you. I am sorry it took me so long to figure out what I really wanted out of life for myself. Please forgive me. I know you will be angry, but please…please don't hate me. I can't have you hate me. I'm sorry. I love you. Good bye.
Love Yours Truly,
Heer
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Prem carefully put the letter back in the envelope and placed it back on the table where it previously was. It had been over four years, but that letter still got to him. The night he discovered Heer had left him, something inside him had broken, and he was never the same again. He tried and tried to get his mind off of her. He had numerous flings with the world's most beautiful models, one more beautiful than the next. He managed to forget her at night, but in the morning, when he woke up alone, the feelings all came rushing back to him. It was almost like she had left her presence behind in his life.
He had been to push her out of his mind for the past year or so because he was so wrapped up with expanding his business across the globe. It wasn't until a few weeks ago when he got a call from his fathers nurse telling him that his father had passed away. He was soon informed that he needed to be present for the funeral and the will reading.
At first he as set against going anywhere near California, that too for his father; he had called and told his fathers lawyer that he couldn't make it due to personal problems he had to deal with. It wasn't until later that he changed his mind. When he realized that he needed to travel to Santa Barbara, California to take care of his father's affairs, he changed his plans. He remembered that Heer had mentioned many times about living there, on a house by the beach. He tried to stop himself but in the end he couldn't resist; he had to see her, or at least try.
He was surprised to find a full listed address in the White Pages for a Mr. Balraj Maan. Prem took his chances and drove out to the house where he was greeted by Heer's mother. The look on her face told him she was shocked to see him at her doorstep. When Prem had asked about Heer, Teji became very quiet and vague.
Teji had been a delight when he and Heer had been dating; the entire family had been great. It was probably because they didn't know the nature of his relationship with Heer. They were under the impression that he and Heer had met at an art event and began dating, and that Heer still lived with her old room mates. They didn't know that they met at high society party, were sleeping with each other, and that they lived together in his house.
Prem figured that Heer must have told them the truth, if not then they found out some how because that would explain Teji's cold attitude towards him. When he asked about Heer she just said Heer was unavailable. When he asked to give her a message she took hisbusiness card and said she would let Heer know. The entire conversation was done right at the doorstep, not once did she offer him to come inside. When he said that he better go, she just gave him a half smile and put her hand on the door. Taking the not so subtle hint, Prem retraced is steps to his car.
Since he came back to the hotel he had been drinking and just staring out over the city lights. Being on the 20th floor, it was clear to see the cars traveling across the streets, the lights of houses and buildings glowing against the night sky.
*Ring Ring* *Ring Ring* *Ring Ring*
Prem groaned out loud as he heard the phone in his room ring. He had asked them to not bother him, no matter what the reason. He decided to ignore it, that eventually they would get the hint and stop calling. The ringing stopped a few seconds later, only to start up again. Sitting up and pushing the chair out from under him, he got to his feet, marched over to the phone and picked it up.
"What part of 'Do Not Disturb' do you people not understand?!" he barked.
"Sir…." came the meek voice of some girl, "…I'm calling from the receptionists desk."
"What the hell do you want?! I asked not to be bothered!" Prem roared into the phone.
"I'm very sorry sir, but there is someone here to see you."
"I don't care, take a message and tell them to get lost!" he growled.
"She said that you would want to meet her, and that if you didn't meet her now then this was the first and last opportunity she was going to give you."
"I don't give a rat's ass as to what she said…" Prem's voice trailed as the words of the receptionist finally registered. "Did you say 'she'?"
"Yes sir."
"Who is the person exactly? What is her name?" Prem questioned.
Prem's eyes went wide in shock, his mouth dried up, his heart began beating at a speed that it hadn't done in years, as he held on to the phone not knowing what to say.
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JAZ
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