Hum Aapke Hain Koun
This OS is a continuation of the scene in which Preet fights for Meher with Maya and Harman after Maya insults Meher and she ends up apologizing much to Preet's annoyance.
Hearing Meher apologize, Preet walked away angrily from the party to his room while Meher followed him.
"Preet..Preet sunoo..", she said
He entered the room and angrily removed his tie, shoving it on to the bed.
"Preet..Please meri baat suno", Meher tried again
"Meher aaj job hi hua bohot galat hua...tumhe kya zarurat thi sorry bolne ki"
"Preet ..vaha sab guests aaye hue the..main nahi chahti thi ki humaare parivar ki izzat"
"Parivar ki izzat", he repeated her words disbelievingly, "Seriously Meher...aur tumhari izzat...uss Maya ki itni himmat ho gayi ki usne meri absence mein, meri biwi ki insult ki...I wish main uss samay vaha hota.. I would have seriously killed her"
Did he just say "meri biwi" again, Meher thought..It was the first time he was addressing her as his wife and not a friend and having him say that for the second in the evening felt odd
Sighing she went to sit next to him and kept her hand on his shoulder.
"I am sorry Preet..But uss samay mujhe yahi theek laga...Plus ma ki tabiyat bhi theek nahi rehti..Maine socha ki baat ko yahi khatam kar dun"
"Pata nahi Meher...anyways let's forget it. I am vey tired ..Soh jaate hain..Good Night.."
I think he is really upset..koi ni will fix things tomorrow', Meher thought to herself...
Next Morning
Preet stepped out of the shower and was about to pick up his shirt when he noticed that Meher had weirdly placed his stuff on the bed. He took a step back to have a better view and realized that it said SORRY.
He smiled at her cuteness..He could never be angry at her for long.
"Thank God..tum hasse toh sahi", said Meher as she entered the room with the breakfast tray. She had been nervously standing at the door, waiting for his reaction.
"Good Morning", he greeted her with a grin
"Good Morning, tumhara favorite breakfast banaya hai"
"Aloo parathe aur lassi", he said getting lost in the aroma...
Later during the day, Meher was busy folding the clothes, when her phone rang.
It was Nihal, her elder brother.
"Hello bhaiya..kaise hai aap...Fatima bhabhi kaisi hai", she asked him excitedly
"Hi Meher..main bilkul theek hun...par teri bhabhi ki tabiyat kuchh theek nahi hai"
"Kya hua bhaiya"
"Usse kal raat se fever hai...isiliye maine tujhe call kiya...Actually meri aaj ek bohot important meeting hai toh main chhuti nahi le sakta..kya tu please yaha aa sakti hai..."
"Aap tension mat lijiye bhaiya..main bas thodi der mein pohochti hun"
She quickly went to get ready and was putting her wallet into her bag when it struck her that since Fatima wasn't well there would be no one to cook and she should spend the night there to look after her. She stood up to pack her clothes when Preet called her.
"Hi Preet..main bas tumhe hi call karne wali thi"
"Kya hua Meher"
"Preet who actually na Nihal bhaiya ka phone aaya tha.. Fatima bhabhi ki tabiyat theek ni hai."
"Kya hua unhe", he asked her worriedly
"Bhabhi ko fever hai..main bas vahi jaa rahi hun..achha suno, I'll be staying there aaj..tum please manage kar lena..okay"
"Meher tum vaha raat mein kyun rukogi...Nihal toh hoga na"
"Preet ...Bhaiya sham ko aayenge office se..khaana vagera...upar se bhabhi ka khayal rakhna...sab kaise manage karenge"
"Toh tum pehle hi khaana bana dena..listen tum driver ke saath jao aur jab Nihaal vaapas aa jaaye...just come back aaram se"
"But Preet.."
"Meher..maine kaha na..", he cut her.."Tum waapas aa jaana...ab jao...and let me know once you reach..I have to rush for a meeting..Bye", he said sternly
Why was he acting so strange', she thought to herself..'Pagal ho gaya hai..I'll take care of him'...She decided to ignore him and carry on with her original plan.
That evening, Preet returned home very late...It was close to midnight when he made his way up to his room, exhausted.
"Meher..", he called out as he sat on the bed taking off his shoes
"Preet..tum aa gaye..", said a heavily pregnant Heer walking into the room, "Vo Meher toh Nihaal bhaiya ke ghar pe hi hai..Tum fresh ho jao main khaana lagati hun..."
"Arey bhabhi..please aap aaram karo..I'll manage...Bohot late ho gaya hai..aap so jaiye"
"Pakka?"
"Pakka..ab aap jaiye", he said escorting her to the door.
He looked back into his room that felt so empty without Meher...He had told her to comeback...
Kyun itna tang karti ho mujhe', he said to himself
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Meher was turning the lights off, when the bell rang... Nihaal stepped out of his room and made his way to the the door signaling her to not stay back...
Iss waqt kon ho sakta hai', he wondered as he unlocked the door...
"Arey Preet...tum!!", he exclaimed.."Please come...main toh darr gaya tha ki pata nahi iss waqt kon hoga"
"I am sorry Nihaal...maine iss samay tumhe disturb kiya...how is bhabhi...", he said glancing at Meher who stood at the corner, perplexed seeing him
"Thanks to Meher..she is much better...", Nihal passing a smile towards Meher
"Great...Chalo then tum log bhi rest karo..I just came to pick Meher up"
"Preet tumne itni takleef kyun ki...vo kal aa jaati aaram se..."
"Ismein takleef kaisi..infact maine use kaha tha that I'll pick her..but main bohot late ho gaya...Anyways, chalein Meher"
She gave him a "you're impossible" look before turning to fetch her belongings...
In the car
After minutes of awkward silence, Meher finally decided to speak up..
"Preet what was that all about"
"I told you to comeback", he stated
"But it was unreasonable, they needed me here"
"But I asked you to comeback..yes or no", he said slightly raising his voice
"Yes but as I said, they needed me and there was no point of you coming here to pick me up at this hour"
He pressed the brakes hard to bring the car to an abrupt halt and looked at her. His eyes dark with anger
"Agar iss waqt tum kisi aur shehar mein bhi hoti na toh bhi main aata.. I told you not to stay, there was no way I would have let you do that
His word shocked her..never before had he stopped her from anything..never before did he behave authoritatively with her...
What's with him', she wondered
Sunday Morning - A few days later
"Hey Gaurav..how are you man", Preet spoke on the phone
"Hey Preet..am good yaar..tu sham ko aa raha haina"
"Oh shit..yaar main toh bhool hi gaya...aaj reunion haina"
"Abey tu pagal hai kya. Achha sun late mat hona and bhabhi ko bhi laana"
"Yea man..sure"
That evening Meher stood nervously, adjusting her dress in front of the mirror. As the party was at a club, Heer and Kuldi asked her to wear a hot black dress which accentuated her curves just at the right places , making her look sensuous and classy.
She decided to pull her hair up in a messy bun and apply a bright shade of red.
"Oooh..someone's looking hot", Heer exclaimed, as she and Kulraj entered her room.
"Preet beta..tu toh gaya", Kulraj joked turning Meher red, "Chal ab sharmaana band kar Preet teri bahar gaadi mein wait kar raha hai..."
"Thank you di..Bye"
"Bye and best of luck!"
Meher quickly made her way to the car..She was hell nervous..'Pata nahi how will he react', she thought to herself.
He saw her approach the car and his heart skipped a beat, he stared at her shamelessly as she settled herself in the car. His gaze was making her conscious...
"Preet chalein", she said making him quickly compose himself and shift his focus on the drive.
She looked at him expecting him to say something, but was disappointed as she realized no compliments were coming her way..She suddenly felt stupid for spending the entire evening trying to impress him.
The journey passed in silence with the radio playing in the background.
Soon they reached the venue. Preet handed over the car to the valet, and helped Meher step out by offering his hand.
Amazed at the gesture, Meher placed her hand in his as she gracefully got down. She expected him to let go of her but to her surprise he tightened his hold and led her towards the entrance.
Maybe to show off his friends', she thought..
"Hey Preet", someone called out
"Hey man", Preet said as he hugged a tall, slightly wheatish guy, "Meher meet Gaurav, my chuddy-buddy and Gaurav, this is my wife Meher"
"Hey Gorgeous!", he stepped forward to hug her- making Meher step back hesitatingly
"Saale..Teri bhabhi hai", Preet smacked his head
"Pata hai saale...chal ab andar"
"Yeh aisa hi hai...don't mind him", he whispered to Meher, who followed him coyly
He introduced her to his friends one by one, not leaving her alone even for a second. Her hand was still firmly under his grip, as he chatted with his friends.
"Oye Preet...tu yahan kya kar raha hai..chal sab vaha hai baar ke paas", Gaurav called him
"Ni yaar..vo Meher"
"Oh come on Preet..she can enjoy with the ladies", as he gestured his wife Neha to help
"Yea Preet..Don't worry I'll take care of her", she winked
"You'll manage?", he asked Meher
On seeing her nod, he reluctantly left her with the women, and followed Gaurav to the bar.
Gaurav pulled him towards the bar, where his entire college gang was.
Back in college, he used to be the leader of the gang..
"Abe yaad hai vo Professor Ms.Monica.."
As they spoke, Preet continued to stare in Meher's direction, as she indulged herself with the women.
"Mr.Preet Juneja itta devoted husband hoga..Kabhi expect nahi kiya tha", Gaurav joked
"Aisa kuchh nahi hai saale", he said as he poured himself another drink
"Haan beta, ek second ke liye toh teri nazar apni biwi se hatt nahi rahi.."
"Hey Preet", someone called out. Preet frowned as he saw Rishabh Rampal, his biggest enemy standing before him
"How you doing bro", he hugged him as Gaurav gave Preet a What's wrong with him' look
"Hey Rishabh dude, tut oh bada ho gaya", Preet joked as Gaurav shook his head. Preet would never change
"Your dress looks amazing Meher", Neha said
"Yea I agree ..Infact I think its suiting you a lot. Black looks amazing with your skin", said another woman
"Thanks", she said shyly..She had been getting a lot of compliments this evening, and was the centre of attention of many men, who had been ogling at her
"Bas ek usse hi main pasand nahi", she thought to herself
"Mere bare mein soch rahi thi", he whispered into her ear, making her jump.
"Preet..tum kab aaye"
"Bas jab aap mere khayaalon mein khoyi huyi thi", he said making her smile shyly. "Achha ab sharmaana band karo aur yeh batao kuchh khaya?"
"Nahi, I'm hungry", she confessed.
"Chalo then", he pulled her towards the snack counter.
They were busy eating when the DJ announced "This one's for all the couples, please join us on the dance floor"
Meher nudged him to take her as well.
"Dancing and me...? ..Seriously Meher..no way!!"
"Preet please ...chalo na..it'll be fun"
"Dancing is just not my thing Meher..Come let's go grab some chicken tikkas?"
"But Preet..".
"Hey Beautiful...May I have the pleasure of dancing with you", Rishabh held his hand out to Meher.
Before Meher could react, Preet grabbed her hand and stepped in between to create distance between them, "Actually me and my wife were just about to hit the dance floor, now if you'd please excuse us!", as he pulled her to the dance floor.
How come all of sudden he is now interested in dancing. He acts so strange these days did he really have to say "me and my wife" ,couldn't he have said we instead.. Or maybe I am thinking too much'
He held her close as they swayed softly with music. His hands resting on her back, while hers encircled behind his neck as he looked at her intensely.
"Achhi lag rahi ho", he leaned to whisper.
"Poori shaam khatam ho gayi, aur tumhe main ab achhi lag rahi hun?", she asked
Instead of responding, Preet surprised her by whirling her around on the dance floor to the salsa music, leading her to some quick salsa moves. Born dancer, she quickly caught up, as he spun and twirled her. They danced as if no one was watching, letting go of all inhibitions as they gyrated their way to three songs. He twirled her a couple of times, making her hair fall loose. As the song ended, he pulled her hard making her back hit his chest. His hands encircled her waist as he bent to whisper huskily-
"Ab lag rahi ho meri Meher jaisi..achhi toh tum humesha lagti ho...lekin tumhaari khoobsurti tumhari saadgi mein hai! "
Fatima's Baby Shower
Meher was getting ready as Preet entered the room. She was wearing a blue saree with a diamond necklace.
"I'm glad tum aa gaye Preet..How do I look?..Over toh nahi lag raha na?"
"Umm...", he said as he looked at her carefully.. "Kuchh missing hai!"
"Kya", she asked as she quickly turned to check herself in the mirror
"Yeh", he picked up her sindoor box and filled her maang.
"Kitne orthodox ho..Aajkal kaun har time yeh sab karta hai..hmpf", huffing she turned to resume dressing up.
He made her turn around, making her face him. His hand gripping hers firmly behind her back. Shocked she looked up as he eyed her dangerously-
"Orthodox nahi..I want everybody to know that you're taken"
A few days later
Meher wrapped a towel around her body stepped out of the shower. She stood in front of the mirror to get ready as she looked at her reflection, she remebered her favorite song during her child-Piya Piya'
Giggling she recalled how she used to dance every time she stepped out of the shower, thinking of Salman Khan. She tried to remember the signature step as she unwrapped her hair towel, letting her wet hair fall on her shoulder she looked at herself in the mirror - "Want me to show you some sexy moves?", she winked as she turned around to flicking her hair to one side and doing the signature step as well as singing the song.
"Piya Piya O Piya..O Piya", she ended with her favorite pout pose. Her eyes grew wide as she saw Preet standing at the doorway smiling at her antics.
In reflex, she quickly bent to grab the quilt form the bed to cover herself. "T-Tum abhi tak office nahi gaye?", she asked him nervously as she saw him approaching her
"Yea...achha hua main aona wallet bhool gaya..warna itni sexy performance miss ho jaati", he said flirtingly
"Shutup!"
"Arey what shutup..abhi toh tum mujhe baar baar bula rahi thi!"
"Haww..jhoote..maine kab bulaya...", she said accusingly
"Hawww jhooti..", he said imitating her..."abhi toh piya piya kar rahi thi", he took a step closer as she stepped back
"Preet", she mumbled as she saw him coming closer. He stepped forward and held her hand that was holding the quilt.
"Preet kya kar rahe ho", she struggled to maintain her hold. He used his masculinity to overpower her grip and managed to take the quilt away from her. As she stood there in only a towel, her eyes downcast and cheeks red with embarrassment.
He caged her with his arms as he checked he checked her from top to toe.
"P-Preet tum yeh kya kar rahe ho", she managed to whisper
"Apni biwi ko dekh raha hun..haq banta hai mera", he said huskily as he gently pushed a strand of hair behind her ear
His glances were making her too shy and uncomfortable, she turned around to face the wall and said "Tum kitne besharam ho!"
He snaked his hand along her waist making her shiver and pulled her hard as his other hand traced her bare arm
"Besharmi kya hoti hai..yeh toh tumne abhi tak dekhi nahi", he said as he planted a kiss on her shoulder and released her, leaving her alone.
He was driving her mad and after whatever he did today she realized that they were no longer friends. Their relationship had surpassed the boundaries of friendship and blossomed into a more serious, deeper and intimate bond. It wasn't Preet who was acting weirdly, it was her who was unable to understand the dynamics of her relationship with Preet, who was her husband and not her friend. It was time that they moved to the next level.
Dinner-Table that evening
"Guys I have an announcement to make", Preet said.."I am finally taking Meher to our long due honeymoon...
He said surprising everyone , especially Meher...
"Arey waah finally iss gadhe ne kuchh sahi kiya", Bauji exclaimed
"Beta, kaha le jaa raha hai apni biwi ko", Kuldi asked teasingly, nudging Meher, who blushed
"New Zealand..Vo bhi kal sham ko"
"What!!!...You're impossible Preet", squealed the entire family
Later that night
Meher was busy packing her bags. They had to leave the next day and her crazy hubby never bothered to let her know beforehand
"Meher..Yeh tickets rakh lo", Preet handed her an envelope
Meher rummaged through the same, a puzzle look plastered her face
"Kya hua?", he asked concerned
"Ismein return tickets toh hai hi nahi!"
"Vo kya hai na Meher..besharmi kisse kehte hai, dikhane ke liye waqt chahiye..Be prepared!", he winked making her turn different shades of red!
P.S: Hope you guys enjoyed it. This one's for our lovely Fatima. Happy Eid! ..Cheers!!.
Pati Patni Aur Panga
