BOOOOO 😳
here I go with a little OS of my expectation of what happens next in Kis Desh...*dun dun dun* 😳
Would love to see new readers and your comments/criticism! You can probably picture any other couple in the same situation 😆
backgroundish: Prem supposedly cheated on Heer while drunk (he doesnt remember what happened)...so she went away...and when they meet again 6 years later...she doesnt want to talk...he's met Chahat before...at his hotel where she was yelling at him *check avi😆* and called him khadoos too 😆....here he finds out she's his daughter.
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Pyaar Ke Liye
She gently opened the door, a bit nervous as she glanced at the clock on the opposite wall. 11 PM. Who could it be?
Uttering a silent prayer, she looked up, ready to attack an intruder or rant at a drunkard. This truly was not a time to be showing up at someone's doorstep…especially a single woman like her…with her little girl sleeping upstairs.
The world seemed to stop though, as she raised her eyes to meet the ones of the figure that stared at her.
With tears in his eyes, he stood there, holding onto his brother for support. Preet was there with him.
Stunned, her eyes moved down to Prem's bloody leg, slowly moving up to his torn shirt, then meeting the blood seeping through his lips.
Her hand left the door as she slowly extended it forward, as if to mend the wounds.
"Mama" came the half-sleepy voice. Quickly turning around, Heer looked towards the direction of the voice, her eyes leading her to the top of the staircase…where her daughter now stood. Chahat. What was Chahat doing?
As she heard the gasp from the person behind her, her eyes widened in horror…NO!
Without giving it another thought, she slammed the door, swiftly locking it before she slowly slid down, clutching her head with her hands. He saw Chahat. He shouldn't have seen her. What was he doing there?
The inevitable tears followed…and she angrily wiped them away. Why was he still able to bring about that reaction? Why did she still care about him so much?
Chahat's small hands met hers, and she looked up at her daughter, who now stood in front of her, staring at her with fear in her eyes. "Mama, aap ro rahi ho?"
She'd seldom seen her mother burst into tears like that…and it scared her. It was always her feeling helpless and seeking help…never the other way around.
Heer smiled through her tears. "Nahin. Tum yahan kya kar rahi ho? Maine aap ko sone kay liye kaha tha na?"
"Wohh Mama, mujhe dekhna tha kay bell kisne ring ki thi. Kaun tha?" Chahat curiously looked towards the door, as if the person behind it was still standing there.
"Wohh, koi nahin. Kissi ne ghalti sai bell bajaa di thi"
Hands on her hips, Chahat stared at her mother incredulously. "Itni roshni main, raat kay gyara bajay?" Like every other night, Chandni Chawk was bright with glittering lights set about all around the block, thus lessening the crime rate of the area and making the residents feel secure.
"Chahat, zyaada sawaal mat poocho. Har baath tumhare jaan-nay ki nahin hoti" Moving away from the door, Heer dragged her daughter away from the door, hastily moving up the stairwell.
But the bell rang again, twice in a row, indicating impatience. Heer exhaled, gazing at the door. "Tum upar jao"
"Kyun mama, ab phir say kissine ghalti say bell bajaiye hai?" asked Chahat, feigning innocence.
Heer glared at her, shaking her head as she angrily walked up to the door. She braced herself for the sight of Prem again before the door was fully open.
But Prem wasn't standing there anymore. In his place stood Harman, hand outstretched to ring the bell again.
"Harman? Tum…tum yahaan kya karahe ho?" She looked around, not sensing his presence anymore.
"Wohh. Prem…Prem Bhaiyya got into an accident"
So that's how he got all those bruises, she thought. Her forehead creased with concern, as she bit her lip and looked away. "Why are you here then?"
"The concern is evident in your eyes. You are clutching the door with all your strength, as if you'd fall if it weren't there. Your lips are quivering. Your eyes are traveling across the front lawn, searching. Yearning. You are holding back with all your willpower, but you know the resistance will break when your eyes meet his. You're running away from him, but there's hope in your eyes. You want him to leave you, but you expect him to come.
And then. And then you ask why…that question should be mine, ours, his." The reply had come from Preet. She examined him closely now, with his coat jacket in hand, exhaustion in his eyes, dry tears on his face.
"It's nothing like that" Heer countered, eyes still positioned on the grass.
"You're being unfair to him Bhabi. And both of you are also being unfair on yourselves" Harman spoke up again, pleading.
Heer was the only one to catch the undertone in his words. She knew what he meant by being unfair to Prem. She'd kept Chahat away from him.
"I'm not being unfair to anyone. Chahat….Chahat and I don't need anyone."
"But Prem Bhai does."
"Prem doesn't need me."
"Who's Chahat?" asked Preet, peering at the little girl hiding behind her mom.
"Main Hoon Chahat" the girl replied, facing the men in front of her. "Aap Mamoo ho na?" she politely asked Harman, who was now glancing at Preet, wanting to answer.
"Chahat! Andar jao" It was time to be more stern with her.
"Nahin! Chahat ko inn uncle sai milna hai" she pointed at Preet.
Preet kneeled in front of her, hand extended for a greeting. "Main Preet."
"Main Chahat" The handshake was soft and comfortable, with Chahat examining Preet, trying to recall why he seemed so familiar.
"PREET!" came the loud voice, from a short distance. Chahat moved forward, looking around.
"Itni raat ko kaun chilla raha hai Mama?"
"Yeh, Chahat. PB ki Chahat hai na?" Preet asked simultaneously, staring at the little girl with incredulity.
"Main koi peanut butter ki Chahat nahin ho" Chahat giggled. "Main Chahat Juneja hoon. Mama's Daughter"
She proudly put one hand on her hip, slowly moving forward, away from Preet. After glancing around, she turned to Harman, "Aap apne dost kay saath itni raat ko kyun aye ho? Chahat ko subah school jaana hai…aur Chahat ki Mama ko kaam pai!"
"Aur Chahat kay Papa?" asked Preet, facing Chahat yet glancing at Heer. "Chahat kay Papa kahan hai?"
"Chahat kay Papa yahaan nahin hai. Wohh Chahat sai nahin milne aate hain. Bohot busy hain..."
"Agar main aapko Chahat ke Papa sai abhi milaaoon…toh? Toh aap milogi?"
Chahat's eyes widened in amazement, as she stared from Preet to her mom, and then back at Preet. "Aap Chahat kay Papa ko jaante ho?" she whispered.
"Nahin jaanta tha. Par ab janta hoon" replied Preet, facing Heer yet again.
He lowered his voice as he spoke to her, "Par ab jaa-na hai kai wohh kitne adhura hai, kitne akele hain. Aaaj. Jab wohh us gari ki neeche aane wale the…" He paused for effect as Heer inhaled at the image he'd created in her mind. His voice was even lower now, barely a whisper, "Toh Chahat ki Papa apni jaan dene ko tayyar thay. Chahat kay Papa marna chahte the. Kyunki unne apni Chahat naseeb nahin hui…"
Chahat tugged at his arm. "Please uncle, Chahat kay Papa kahaan hain?"
Preet turned towards the door, determined to bring Prem back to to the house. He'd walked away, without even meeting his daughter.
But he was face-to-face with Prem, who stood on the porch, stunned.
"Chahat kay Papa" he whispered. "Yahaan hain"
"Khadoos uncle? Aap yahan? Mama, yeh sab hotel kay uncle yahaan kyun aaye hain?"
Heer stepped forward, arms around her daughter protectively. As Prem took a step towards Chahat, she began backing away.
"Chahat....Meri Chahat....Humari Chahat."
He recalled his run-in with her at the hotel. "Mama's daughter. Sarr jhuka kay baat keejiye. Mama's daughter."
Chahat herself recalls his holding her arm, dragging her towards the hotel, "Mere saamne sher ban rahi ho, aur Mama kay saamne pheeki billi? Chalo main tumhari mama sai complain karta hoon"
Back to the present, Chahat nervously asked, "Hotel waale uncle-ji, aap mama sai meri complain karnay aaye ho?"
Prem smiled despite the pain. "Haan. Main complain karne aaya hoon."
Heer was now leaning towards the wall, still clutching onto Chahat. She noticed that Harman and Preet had now disappeared, and it was only them with Prem. Prem.
"Chahat nai aapko sorry bola na?" replied Chahat, holding her ears.
Prem sighed, taking her hands in his as he stooped down.
"Khoon! Mama! Uncle kay khoon nikal raha hai" Her hands reached his face, as she looked at the blood on his lip.
"Main, main…" She nervously looked around, searching for something to wipe the blood. "Napkin..."
Eyeing his jacket, she spotted a handkerchief hanging from it. She swiftly pulled it out, accidentally pulling out a small photograph that fell down.
"Oh, sorry" She picked it up, flipping it before handing it over. But Prem didn't reach out. He was still staring at her, as if memorizing every part of her face.
Chahat's eyes fell on the picture, and she almost dropped it. "Mama! Y—yeh to aap hain"
Her mom's head was leaning on the man's shoulder. And the man. The man was the khadoos hotel owner in front of her.
"Aap. Chahat ki Mama ko jaante ho?" she whispered.
Prem held back the urge to grab her in his arms, not wanting to scare her. "Main Chahat ka Papa hoon" his voice broke as he took her face in again. She had one hand in her pocket, and one was still on his face.
He took his own hand out of his pocket and placed it on her cheek. "Chahat ka Papa" he repeated.
Chahat looked at him, taking her hand back as she reluctantly moved back, looking towards her mother for assurance. "Aap ho mere Papa?"
"Haan" he replied firmly. "Main hoon aapka Papa"
"Toh. Aap Chahat sai milnay kyun nahin aaye? Kya aap Chahat say pyaar nahin karte?"
"Karta hoon" He brushed his tears away, his voice softening. "Main Chahat ko sabse zyaada pyar karta hoon. Kaam sai bhi ziyaada."He paused, his eyes glistening with more unshed tears. "Is duniya sai zyaada. Is jahaan sai zyaada. Chahat Papa ki jaan hai"
Chahat smiled at that, exhilarated as she hugged her father, holding him close. "Chahat bhi Papa ko pyaar karti hai"
"Accha" Prem asked, still clutching on. "Par Chahat kay Papa khadoos hain na?"
"Thore say hain"
Prem laughed at her bluntness. He glanced up at Heer, wanting to share his happiness with her. But Heer's eyes were closed, and she was sobbing to herself.
"Par Chahat ki Mama Chahat ke Papa ko pyar nahin karti" he sniffed, slightly shaking his head.
Arms hanging from her father's neck, Chahat turned towards her mother. "Mama, aap Papa ko pyar nahin karti?"
Heer didn't respond, crying harder as she looked away.
"Mama aapkay Papa say naraaz hain" Prem replied. "Papa nay aik bari ghalti ki thi"
"Toh aap maafi maanglo!"
"Kaise? Chahat apni mama sai kaise maafi mangti hai?"
"Chahat Mama ko kiss karti hai aur hug karke sorry bolti hai" Chahat replied proudly. "Ab aap sorry bolo"
Prem looked at Heer. "Aap Preet Chachu kay paas jao, main sorry bol kar aata hoon" he whispered to Chahat.
Chahat nodded readily, "Main unko Chachu boloon?"
Prem nodded. "Unko accha lagayga"
As Chahat stood up, she kissed him on his cheek. "Aaap Chahat ko chorkay toh nahin jaaoge na?"
"Kabhi Nahin" Prem replied, imitating the gesture before letting her run off.
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"Heer" He grabbed her shoulder, sending sparks flying through her body.
"Tum kyun aaye ho?"
"Kismat laayi hai"
"Tumhay nahin aana chaiye tha Prem"
Prem turned her around, holding her hand. "Kyun? Kya mera Chahat pai koi haq nahin hai?"
"Nahin"
"Heer. Agar aaj mujhe yeh zindagi mili hai…toh sirf isliye. Taake main apni beti ko dekh sakoon, uske liye jiyoon."
"Tum meri beti ko mere paas say nahin lejaa sakhte. Uskay siva mera koi nahin hai" She fought against his grip.
"Main tumhara koi nahin hoon? Agar aaj main uss gaari kay neeche aajata, tumhe koi farak nahin parta, haina?"
"Nahin" Heer whispered, avoiding his eyes.
"Toh phir aaj main uss gari ke neeche kyun nahin aaya? Why didn't I DIE? I wanted to die, Heer. But why didn't God let me die?"
"I don't know."
"But you do." He pulled her face up, so her eyes were up to his level. "But you do, Heer."
There was silence as they both stared at each other, their eyes holding a conversation of their own.
"You were ready to leave me?" she finally, asked, suddenly angry. "You wanted to die Prem?
"Tum toh kehte thay kay Prem Heer sai hai…aur Heer sabse zyaada Prem main sami hai? Toh agar Prem nahin hoga, to Heer ka kya hoga?"
Prem looked at her, surprised at her outburst. "I'm sorry Heer. I know what I did was wrong, and I don't deserve to be forgiven. But. I truly am sorry. Please come back to me. " He put his arms around her and she was swallowed into a deep hug.
"I love you" he cried.
Suddenly, pain shot up his leg and he stumbled back.
"Prem" Heer whispered, watching as he slowly fell down, grasping his leg. "PREM"
"Tumne, tumne mujhe maaf kiya Heer?" he asked, his words slurring.
"Prem, tumhe kya huwa?" Prem's eyes fluttered as he took deep breaths. "Prem! Prem aankhein kholo"
"Maaf…maaf kiya?" Prem muttered.
"Maaf kiya Prem. Maaf kiya. Ab aankhein kholo. CHAHAT. PREET!"
"Unko kyun bula rahi ho?" Prem asked, slowly getting up.
"Tum, tumhay kya huwa tha Prem?"
"Bas who, chott lagayi thi, dard horaha tha. Tum fikar mat karo, I'm fine" He smiled at her, cupping her face with his hands.
"You scared me" she whispered.
"Thora overdramatic hogaya na?" he asked, smiling.
"Kuch zyaada hi" she replied, leaning her forehead against his, living in the moment.
"Toh maaf kiya Heer?" Prem asked after a while, his eyes glinting.
She leaned back, wiping the blood from his face with the handkerchief Chahat had left behind. "Work harder Prem" she whispered, blowing on his wounds.
"I will" he replied firmly. "I'll regain your trust, I promise."
Heer smiled, helping him stand.
"PAPA!" Chahat came running in with a chocolate bar in her hands. "Maaf kiya Mama ne?"
Prem shook his head. "Abhi nahin"
"Kyun? Apne kiss kiya?"
Prem shook his head again, "Nahin"
"Aur hug?"
"Nahin" Prem replied in the negative again, picking her up in his arms.
"Theek hai, phir group hug!" She reached out for Heer, and Prem held both of them close, silently vowing to keep them happy and never let them away from him again.
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The End.
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