Hey guys! *squishy hugs*
Been a while since I have written anything, think I am suffering from something called writers block. 😆 I have lots of ideas, but just don't know how to pen it down. And when I do write them, they turn out weird. I wrote this shot, mostly for Bhav di who makes every idea of mine seem like the next big thing! 😆 but I don't think I did justice to it! Maybe it's just me, but it was so weird. I like the idea, just now how i wrote it. 😕 aha well, whatever. Meet shot, titled "Morning Suprises" Basically, Meet are to be married in a week, total fluff, very short. 😆 Enjoy!
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Meher frowned her in her sleep as she felt something poking her in the small of her back. She moaned deeply. Who the hell was disturbing her beauty sleep? She was getting married in a matter of a week and she couldn't afford to look less then a flower for her to be husband Preet. Shifting in the bed, Meher tut-ed in the dark, for the poking had yet to cease. Who was bugging her in her sleep? She needed her sleep. It was her only time where she could dream of Preet without being interupted. Speaking of Preet...
"Preet!"
"Meher!"
She sat up in bed, shocked to say the least. Her over-sized shirt, his shirt, fell a bit to expose her shoulder. He looked at her bare shoulder with a raised eyebrow with a smirk to match, and she quickly pulled the shirt up again, narrowing her eyes at him. She turned to look at the side table. 3:54. 3:54 AM.
"PAAGAL HOGYE TUM PREET! ITNI SUBHA SUBAH TUM MERI KAMRE MEIN KYA KARRE HO?"
Preet grinned at her. "Arre, chilla re kyun? Mein kya koi annjane lardka hoon? Hone waala pati hoon tumhare...itna toh haq hai na mera?"
Meher clutched desperatly at her sheets. "Haan, PAR SUBAH KE CHAR BAAJE?!?!" Dimaag toh kharab nahin hai na?!!???"
Cheekily he replied, "Bhai, dimmag ke baare mein toh pata nahin par haan, dil toh kabkhi kho gaya."
Blushing crimson, Meher shifted in her bed, unsure of what to say. She decided it would be the safest to keep yelling at him.
"Par Preet, shayed tum ne dekha nahin, subah ke char bajrehai! Tum, yahan, iss waqt kya kaare ho?"
"Arre, why do I need a reason? You should be happy to have me here. Pata hai, kitne lardkiyan paagal ho chuke hai sirf meri muskaan se?"
'Toh phir, woh lardkiyan ke kamre main jao! Mujhe sona hai!"
"Tum hai pata nahin kya? Pyar mein neend nahi aathi."
"Yaar, mujhe toh bohat neend aathi.... - KYA KAARE HO?" screamed Meher, as Preet had slyly lay his head down in her lap and closed his eyes, a smile playing at his lips. Although Meher's yelling continued, with every question, Preet buried himself deeper in her lap. Sighing in frusteration, Meher knelt back against the backboard. Minutes passed, while the young couple sat in silence, fingers knotted, savering the moment, wondering what the future would bring. Suddenly Preet got up and pulled Meher up along him. Bewildered, Meher restrained.
"Aab kya kaare ho?"
"Sawal maath poocho, bas mere saath ao."
"Par Preet -" Meher was cut short as Preet tied her duppata around her eyes and mouth. Losing control over two her senses, she clinged to Preet who smiled. Mission accomplished.
He lead her out her room, down halls, up stairs, walking with care, helping her with ever step and every corner. Finally he stopped causing Meher to stumble and then still. She felt a cool breeze hit her face, and she could feel her hair flying behing her.
"Preet? Kahan hai hum?"
Smiling to himself, he silently, undid the knot, so her eyes could drink in the sight infront of them. He had led her to the terrence, not a moment to late as the sun peeked out, bathng the area in yellow, orange, red and a hint of purple. Smiles found their way onto to Preet and Meher's faces as the sun shone brighter with every passing moment.
Meher felt Preet wrap his arms around her waist, her duppata wrapping both of them in a tiny sanctuary. She knelt back, her head resting on his chest while his head lay gently on her right shoulder. Memarized by the moment, enthralled, both of them stood in silent, appreciating not just the miricale in front of them, but each other.
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Erm. Sorry BD, couldn't make it better. But for those of you hate how I write a lot of tragic, I tried writing one earlier this week, and just failed. It sucked. Ask Meera. 😆 So break from tragic for a while, don't worry Radz di has got a lot planned. *wink* But I have a TON of fluff shots - all for Meet - so get ready for those! =] Ummm what else?
Comments, critisim?
--shabz
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