PH SS :: Tujhe Bhula Diya I :: Nov 13 - Page 18

Like all typical mothers, Teji Mann was adamant on performing an aarti over her daughter. Heer, on the other hand, was totally embarrassed on seeing her mother get all sentimental.

"Maa. Please stop it. Main New York padne jaa rahi hu...Kisse jang me nahi ke aap meri aarti utare aur yeh saab kare…" Heer tried to explain to her mother but she totally ignored everything that Heer said to her.

Heer watched her mom take a big pinch of kumkum and approach it towards her forehead.

But she instantly stopped her hand.

"Maaa…..abb yeh zaroori hai kya? Please don't. Saab mujhe ghoor ghoor kar dekhen ge." Heer whined.

"Arre toh kya hua. Bhagwan ka kumkum hai. Safar acha jayaga." Teji answered her stubborn daughter with a smile.

Heer looked at the person standing at her right for some help. But there was barely anything Balraj Mann could do to help her. However, seeing his daughter's dejected face, Balraj came to her rescue.

"Teji, mai laga deta hu." Balraj took a tiny pinch and placed a tiny dot on her forehead.

Heer signed in relief. A small dot is better then having your forehead painted red.

After giving tight hugs to her mom and her dad, Heer rushed into the boarding isle with her handbag.

After waving her last byes, she disappeared into the crowd of boarding passengers.

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She found her seat against the window two seaters on the airplane. After putting her handbag into the handbag cabinet over the seat, Heer settled herself in the comfortable seat and looked out of the window silently.

Heer took this time to say a quick prayer to the one above for a healthy and safe trip.

"Please bhagwan. Theek se poocha dena. Mummy Paapa ki rakha karna. Aur mujhe himmat dena ke mai mera ek saal ka course poora karke jaldi wapas aa jaon." Heer silently prayed.

She was attending a university course for medical students which she was invited through a scholarship program. After this course, she could start her practice in Mumbai as an assistance family physician at the mere age of 23.

Heer was so immersed in her own thoughts that she didn't notice two eyes staring at her intensely.

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Prem Juneja was trying his best to separate himself from the fights that his parents were going through. After Mr. and Mrs. Juneja separated, Prem was like the treat that both dogs wanted to consume as their own.

To give himself a break, he decided that it would be best if he went to New York to handle the advocate branch of his father's business. At the mere age of 25, Prem Juneja had gotten the degree of being the advocating advisor for Juneja Industries. One of the industries' biggest branches was in New York. So when his father offered him this chance to escape, he whole heartedly took it. This way, his parents would have an easier time solving their differences.

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As he walked through the isle searching for his seat, his stop came at a two seater window seat where one seat was already occupied.

And then his eyes fell on the delicate figure that occupied the seat, Prem felt as if he had found his first target.

Apart from being a serious advocate, Prem Juneja had a vivacious side that was only encountered by the girls that he flirted with. Yes. Prem Juneja was a big flirt who wouldn't leave any hot girl.

But his acts only started and ended with flattering talks. Nothing else. Prem had never ever tried to touch any girl in his entire lifetime. His flirting started with talking and ended with talking. And besides, there was no girl in this girl who could make him touch her. At least that's what he had been thinking till now.

He glanced at a slender figured girl sitting in the seat next to him. She was dressed in comfortable blue, skinny jean and, a simple white, Polo shirt. Her long, silky hair was tied in a pony tail. A few silky strands were caressing her cheeks. Her almond shaped eyes were softly closed as if she was saying a silent prayer.

Prem didn't even know when he got so lost in her beauty. But when he noticed that he was holding up the line, he quickly placed in handbag in the above cabinet and gently settled himself in the seat next to her. The entire time, his eyes were glued to her and a smile played on his lips. For one thing he was sure of; this girl was the first one and maybe the last one to have such an effect on him.

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After a minute or two, Heer opened her eyes. And that's when she noticed a warm shoulder against hers.' She instantly glanced up and found herself staring into two coffee colored eyes that radiated warmth as well as a glint of mischief.

She slightly smiled at him and he smiled back. Before she knew it, he held out his hand.

"Hello gorgeous. I'm Prem and you?" Prem started his flirting in no time.

The smile on her face faded and she examined the mischief in his eyes. To give him a tit for tat, she joined her hands together.

"Ji Namaste." Heer gritted out.

This blew him of guard. Wow! A girl had the audacity to overlook Prem Juneja. Impressive.

"Namaste." He reluctantly responded.

"Aab iss khobsoorat ladki ka naam kya hai?" Prem tried once again. And out from no where came her answer.

"Mussibat. Aur kuch?" Heer spat out at him. Prem was shocked once again.

"Acha naam hai Ms. Mussibat. Toh kya aap aur logo ke liye Mussibat hai yah phir khud hi Mussibat hai?" Prem knew that this was once in a lifetime chance. This girl had vowed him in just one glance. Only God knew where this was heading towards.

"Mai un logo ke liye Musibat hu joh mere liye Mussibat hai." Heer answered him with a fake smile and then watched as the plane took off. Instantly, she grabbed his hand as the flight left the ground.

A warm sensation ran through her as her skin met his. She looked at her hand and then at him.

Prem had finally broken the barrier that he has constructed around him. Now he wanted to touch a girl. He watched as she pulled her hand away whispering a quick sorry to him. But only he knew how he wanted more of his girl.

Remember to leave your comments! This is only Part One. Part two will be posted as soon as it is done!

:: Kali ::