Bee's OS's/SS's (New OS 24/02)

Hey! So I finally started writing some OS's, and I am posting them here, not of my own accord, but after being bullied into it by HAANKS (if you don't know what or who BHAANKS are, you are missing out on SuperPrem! Get out from under your rock, and watch that VM!)

A Dozen Red Roses

The moonlight guided the young man down the cobblestone path, towards the rickety gate. He pushed it open with a bounce in his step, unusual for such a sombre environment. The petty thief, Preet, who had decided to make the streetwalk a home for the night, watched on curiously. The church bell tolled 12, the sound ringing in the otherwise silent graveyard.

Finally he seemed to reach his destination. He placed the dozen red roses he brought on pristine white gravestone, and made himself comfortable in the patch of grass in front of the slab of marble.

Prem couldn't contain himself. It was finally the day. The day he had waited for the whole year. This one day, where he would meet his Heer and talk to her to his heart's content. Of course, she was with him wherever he went, but this day was special. This was the day they had gotten married.

'You're late!' Prem pouted, as Heer finally joined him by his side, squatting down next to him. Heer rolled her eyes, and fixed his collar. 'You'll never change will you? I mean, we've been married for almost two years, but you still haven't learnt how to wear a tie?' She teased him.

'Well, you weren't there to help me were you? Besides, I wanted this evening to be special. So, I thought I would bring out the old marriage suit. Recognise it?' Prem chuckled softly. He had indeed gone through great lengths for this 'date'.

The dreamy quality of Heer's eyes increased, as she relived that day. Of course she had recognised the suit. She gazed into his eyes, and replied with a simple smile, so as not to betray her choked up throat. Oh, how much she missed looking into those smiling eyes, and that laughing face every day she got up. But...

'Hmph!' Prem said, snapping her out of her thoughts 'It seems like all my hard work has been for nothing. You don't even have the decency to pay attention to me,' He turned around, miffed.

The twinkle in Heer's eyes returned, as she gazed at her 'angry' husband. 'Fine. Now that you're angry, it looks like I'll just have to give my surprise to another person.' Prem turned around grudgingly, 'What surprise?' he asked. 'Hmm... for that you have to close your eyes.' Prem complied willingly enough. Heer leant forward, and sweetly kissed him on the forehead. Prem grinned, and with his eyes still closed, placed his cheek forward. Heer bit back her laugh, and fulfilled his wish. At once, he put his other cheek forward, and Heer grinningly agreed again. Before he could continue, though, Prem felt a tap on his shoulder.

'What?!' Prem barked out, his precious moments with Heer being stolen away. 'Can't you see I'm busy' he demanded, looking up into Preet's incredulous face.

'Um, actually, mister, no, you're not!' Preet stated, matter of factly. I've been watching you for 15 minutes now, but you seem to be going crazier by the minute. What exactly do you think you're doing here?!' He demanded, finally unable to contain himself.

Prem sighed, 'It's my first marriage anniversary. I'm here to spend it with my wife, Heer Juneja. Happy?' He replied, before turning back to his Heer.

'... and where exactly IS your wife?' Preet asked, getting more confused by the minute.

'She's right next to me! Are you blind or what?! Now, excuse me!' Prem replied rather more harshly than intended.

Preet gave up. 'Crazy old man, wasting my ti..' his muttering was brought to an abrupt halt as he looked at the engraving on the gravestone in front of Prem.

Heer Maan Juneja

1990- 2009

Loving wife and daughter

'Heer Maan Juneja..' Preet repeated in a whisper, looking down at Prem, who seemed absorbed in his conversation again. 'No. No. That's simply... no!' he said, as realisation slowly dawned on him. But, looking at the smile on Prem's face, he couldn't muster up the courage to ask him again.

Preet didn't sleep a wink that night. He lay awake and watched Prem Juneja talk, laugh, and hold... something in his arms. He watched how his face lit up, and his eyes twinkled at times, and how he would childishly pout at others. Finally dawn broke, and he saw Prem Juneja watching it intently, as he assumed Heer was by his side, like they were watching the new day dawn together.

Then, for the first time the whole night, Prem Juneja seemed to be at a loss for what to say. His eyes lost the twinkle they had the whole night. Preet watched as Prem heaved a sigh, got up, and offered his arm to... the air.

'Where did the night go?' Prem thought desperately, as he heard the church bell toll 6 o'clock. This was the part he hated the most, the goodbye. Heer took his outstretched hand, and stood up. Caressing his face, lovingly, she whispered, 'Try not to miss me too much, sweetie, okay?'

'Like that's even possible!' Prem whispered grumpily. He did not take leaving too well. 'Can't I st...' Prem started. 'No.' Heer whispered, before he could even finish. 'Not yet.' She too sighed, as Prem held her close in his arms. She felt like she was living her whole life through that moment. Everything around them seemed to stop moving, even the leaves in the trees stopped rustling for a moment. 'Take care, and see you soon.' She said, biting back a sob. Prem simply nodded, kissed her one last time, and walked off.

Preet watched Prem Juneja leave, and saw one of his dozen roses fall off the tombstone where he had placed them the night before. He turned to call after Prem. Somehow, he felt like he didn't have the right to touch Prem's gift to Heer. But Prem Juneja had gone. Preet turned back to pick it up, but found it had disappeared. He inched closer to the gravestone, and he counted all the roses there. 'One, two... twelve...' He murmured, too stunned to say anything else. There they lay in a neat pile, stems together, like someone was holding the roses to her chest, and sleeping.

awesomeeeeeeeeee too good very nice waitingggggggg for next part asap

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omgsh! can u please add me to ur pm list if u have one!!

Hey I just caught up with your oneshot!!

Awww, that was so incredibly touching, it brought tears to my eyes...you are an amazing writer and I look forward to reading more of your beautiful work. This one-shot was lovely, the fact that Heer still has an overwhelming presence in Prem's life, and he still sees and feels her when he comes to visit her grave was so beautifully written, yet so sad at the same time. The happiness that you conveyed at the start of the one-shot was so cute that it was such a shock when Preet's words brought on the realisation that Heer has passed away. The bit at the end when Heer is telling Prem to go was so heartbreaking- his pleading her to let him stay, and how she couldn't let him stay, as the place where she is gone is somewhere she doesn't want him to be...One question though, had Heer died so soon after their marriage that it was only their first marriage anniversary? Because that makes it even more depressing :( Or did she die on their marriage anniversary, and ever since then time has stopped for Prem...and everyday is their anniversary? Anyway, I loved every bit of the one-shot, despite it's sadness...it was very well written...I am in awe of your writing...please continue soon.

wow.....that was really touching......

omg..bee!