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Chapter 25: Drawing Boundaries
Heer waited patiently at the steps of the library wondering what was taking him so long. She sighed in relief when she saw Prem walking towards her. "Sorry, got caught up with Kunal. I don't know what's gotten into him but he's on this whole health diet exercise kick now. He spent thirty minutes talking about protein shakes."
She giggled, "Oh poor..." and then suddenly paused mindful of her actions as she stopped her hand mid way from reaching his face. "Kunal's something all right," she quickly corrected and turned around to walk inside. Without a word Prem quietly followed her. Both of them tried their best to act the same around each other at school so not to arouse suspicion between their friends. Prem and Heer also decided not to divulge their secret relationship to Preet and Meher not because they didn't trust them but because of the very nature of what they were doing. They both knew it was wrong and it wasn't right for them to be sneaking behind people's backs carrying on this affair especially when Heer was technically engaged. Even though they knew; they couldn't stop themselves. Now that their feelings were out in the open they couldn't ignore them. They decided to be selfish for once and take the reckless chance to be together for however long they could. They both knew they were traveling on a very dangerous road and accepted whatever punishment lay before them in the future.
Prem glanced sideways at Heer as they walked up the stairs to the fifth floor. He smirked as they reached a break point and cut in front of her blocking her path. She looked at him wondering what he was doing. He playfully smiled stepping to the right when she moved to the right and left when she moved left. She frowned at his teasing. He then slowly started to push her back into the corner of the stairwell. "Prem, what are you doing?" she whispered slightly alarmed as she stepped backwards.
He leaned in locking her intimately into the corner. His lips brushing dangerously close to her face. "What do you think I'm doing?" he gruffly replied.
Heer felt her cheeks grow warm. "Prem someone will see us. The lift is broken today. And keep your voice down it echoes in here...people will hear us."
"They can't hear if I do this..." he softly whispered giving her a kiss. He wrapped his arms around her waist enjoying the close contact. "I haven't seen you all day...shouldn't I get some sort of greeting?" he breathed against her lips.
"You would have gotten one when you dropped me off at home later," she gently replied.
"I want more...one isn't enough," Prem childishly said.
Heer tapped her finger on his nose, "You'll get more. Now let's go before someone comes."
Prem reluctantly back away but held her hand in his. "So, where are you taking me tomorrow?" she asked in a hush tone. "You're not taking me hiking again are you?"
"You don't like hiking?" he grinned remembering how he had confessed his love to her and the kissing that had followed. "I had a lot of fun last time...and as I recall so did you."
She playfully pushed his shoulder knowing full well what he was alluding to, "That's not what I meant. I just need to know what to wear."
"Well, it's a surprise," he whispered back. "But just wear something normal nothing fancy or anything.
As they reached the fifth floor door Prem gently pulled Heer towards him and planted another sweet kiss on her lips before opening the door. "Ladies first," he softly spoke as he held the door open. Heer blushed and quickly left the stairwell heading for the study cubicles.
**********************************************************************************Meher rushed down the stairs of the house ready to head out with Preet. She paused and perked her lips looking at her sister who was lounging in the living room watching television. She frowned at the fact that it was a Saturday afternoon and her sister was still in her pajamas. "Didi don't you think you should change?" she asked.
Heer looked down and inspected her out fit. "Why do I have a stain somewhere?"
"No, just that you've been in your pajamas all day," Meher replied. "I know you and Prem have sort of patched up and all...which is still beyond my understanding---"
"Meher," Heer warned.
"Okay, okay" Meher nodded, "but Didi you should really get out. You are a little less gloomy these days but serious go hang out with some friends or something."
"What if I want to do nothing and just relax at home?" she replied.
Meher sighed, "Whatever you want to do I guess."
"Where are you going?" Heer asked.
"One of Preet's friends is having a little get together at his place...kind of like a small dinner party. His girl friend is cooking tonight...she's a vegetarian so it should be interesting to see what kinds of dishes she'll be making. I just hope it's not salad. I'm sorry to say this but really I think Westerns have no idea how to cook vegetables. Look at us we have palak paneer, malia kofta, aloo gobi, bhaigan bharta and so much more...and the Chinese with the stir fry...I don't know what I'm going to do if she serves me steamed broccoli and cauliflower," she said.
Heer laughed, "Have some hope and think positive maybe she'll surprise you."
"I certainly hope so. Well, we're going to his friend's brother's art show first...and then I think we're going to help them set everything up at their apartment for the dinner. Anyways, I'll be back at midnight," Meher explained.
"Okay. Well, have fun," Heer said and then smiled as she heard the honking of a car horn, "I think Preet's here."
Meher quickly put on her coat and then gave Heer a hug which caught her off guard. "I will. See ya!" Meher shouted as she ran out the door.
Heer smiled warmly to herself at her sister's actions. She then quickly got up off the couch and ran to her bedroom to change. It wasn't long before Heer heard the door bell rang. She rushed down the stairs trying to put on one of her earrings. She opened the door to see Prem's smiling face. His hair was cut shorter and his bangs were slightly gelled upwards. His facial hair around his mouth and chin were also slightly trimmed giving him a fresh cut look.
"You trying a new fashion statement?" he greeted noticing the single earring.
She frowned and continued, "I'm still getting ready. I'll be back in five minutes."
Prem grinned, "Don't worry about it. Take your time there's no rush."
Heer shook her head, "Meher will be back by midnight tonight. I have to be home by 11:30pm at the latest."
"An extra twenty minutes won't do anything," Prem said chuckling at her anxiety.
"But you know how time flies...if we want to make the most of this day we got to get the time down," she replied.
Prem pulled her close to him and smiled, "That eager to spend time with me, huh?" She grinned moving her lips closer to him in a teasing manner. Prem moved in to capture her lips only to have Heer mover her head away. He frowned, "Now, you're toying me with?"
She giggled and punched his chest lightly, "Good things come to those who wait."
"Ah, waiting," Prem replied. "Well, if you let me wait too long..." grabbing her wrist pulling her onto his chest as his face moved closer again, "I may have to take it by force." Heer's eyes twinkled with the same naughtiness that Prem's reflected. They both smirked at each other as they broke apart. Prem obediently sat down at the couch and waited for Heer to finish getting ready.
Fifteen minutes later Heer came down wearing jeans and a nice form fitting turquoise sweater. Prem was awestruck at how something so simple could look so good on her. He immediately got up and followed her to the door. "Put on your snow boots," Prem instructed when he saw Heer opening the coat closet. She did as he directed and then came over and wrapped her arms around Prem's neck. "Thanks for waiting," she said and rewarded him with a kiss. Prem grinned from ear to ear in happiness. "Didn't I tell you good things come to those who wait?" she asked. He nodded and helped her slip on her coat.
The silver Honda made its way through the dirt road up towards the ranch house. Prem and Heer both got out of the car admiring the beauty of the white snow that surrounded them. "How did you find out about this place?" Heer asked as she waited for him to pull the wooden sled out of the trunk of the car.
"It's Kunal's uncle's summer house. They use to raise horses but they stopped and now just use this place as a summer vacation house," Prem explained. Heer followed Prem as he led the way to one of the snow covered fields. "This is a great place to go sledding just enough incline without it being too dangerous." He dropped the sled onto the ground and looked at Heer, "So, just get on and sit in the front." Prem chuckled at the terrified expression etched on her face. "Don't worry. I'll be sitting behind. It's a lot of fun, trust me."
Heer nervously got onto the sled and waited for Prem to sit behind. He grinned and shouted as he sat down spooking Heer into a scream. Prem laughed heartily while Heer slapped his knee in anger. "Preeeem," she whined.
"Okay, sorry...I just couldn't resist," he snickered. "Get ready...on the count of one, two, three!" He pushed them off with his hands and they went sailing down the gentle slope. They crashed softly into the snow covered hay bale laughing with joyous excitement. "Didn't I say it was fun?" he asked.
Heer nodded as she got up. "Can we do it again?" she asked eagerly.
"Of course," Prem replied and carried the sled back up to the top of the field. They went down the slope a few more times before deciding to move onto another winter activity. Prem hunched his back as he collected large sums of snow with his hands pushing it into a round form. "That looks pretty good to be the bottom," he announced.
Heer looked to check his work. "Looks good!" she replied giddily. "I can't believe I'm making a snowman."
Prem grinned, "You like snowmen?"
"I've always wanted to make a snowman. You know in Bollywood films and you see them running in the fields with the snow capped Swiss Alps in the background...I so want to visit Switzerland one day. I want to see the rolling green hills but I also want go on that snow capped mountain and play in the snow...make snowmen...and snow angels." she explained with child like glee clasping her hands.
Prem chuckled, "Switzerland...it's always Switzerland."
Heer eyed him, "What's wrong with Switzerland?"
"Nothing, just seems like every Indian girl I've met wants to go to Switzerland...just seems kind of funny. All thanks to Yash Raj films and Mr. SRK," he replied.
"You know Meher says there is the S.O.T.C tour that you can book and they take you on a tour of all the Yash Raj sites that were filmed in Switzerland," Heer informed.
"No need to ask you where you want to go on a honeymoon," Prem snickered.
"Well, where would you prefer to go?" she asked.
"Oh, Switzerland's fine. Seems like a cool place to visit," he replied. He then gazed into her eyes, "I'll go wherever she wants me to take her. It doesn't matter where I am as long as I'm with her." Heer felt her cheeks flush a deep shade of red. She turned quickly away preoccupying herself with the task to finish the snowman. Prem just grinned to himself at her sudden shyness. "Hey, you want to listen to some music?" he offered taking out his cell phone.
"Okay," Heer replied. "What do you have?"
"I'm not sure. I can't remember what's in my playlist," Prem replied. "All well at least it's music." The minute he pushed the play button he smiled instantly at the melody and the strong powerful vocals that began to full the air around them. (*I just love this song! Atif Aslam's voice is just amazing! Translations found on Bollywood Tadka...Credits to the translator.* Bakhuda Tumhi Ho - Kismat Konnection http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=C-70RwyhJec)
"Yeah, that's right Mr. I Hate Dancing actually wants to dance with you. You should feel honored," he joked. Heer laughed and leaned closer to him as they swayed to the music. Prem licked his lips nervously and then started singing the next line. "Kasie bataayein tumhe aur kis tarah ye kitna tumhe hum, chahte hain. Sayaan bhi tera dikhe to paas jake uss mein simat hum jaate hain. [How shall I express this to you and in what way how much I love you? Even if I see your shadow I feel like going near it and embrace it with my eyes.]" Heer stifled her giggle causing Prem to frown. "I'm trying to be romantic here and you're laughing at me."
"But you're singing out of tune," she replied giggling.
Prem pouted and dropped his arm around her waist, "Sorry I'm no Atif Aslam."
Heer quickly gave an apologetic look and grabbed his hand placing it back into place. "But I don't want Atif Aslam I want you. Sorry?"
"Well, I guess," Prem said with a slightly sulky expression as he continued to dance.
Heer's eyes twinkled with mischief knowing full well what would calm his mopiness. She leaned her face closer to his, gently brushing her nose against his cheek as she sealed her lips against his. She could feel him automatically responding to her advances; his arms wrapping tightly around her body as his lips and tongue danced with hers.
Prem pulled away as the kissing naturally ended. A thin grinned spread across his lips as his mood lightened. "Now are you convinced?" Heer asked.
He smiled, "Yeah, I am." Prem twirled Heer around the snow covered ground and did a spin drop. He held her in his arms and grinned naughtily as Heer still caught in the moment of staring into Prem's eyes didn't realize that he was dropping her into the snow.
Heer stared in surprise as she hit the soft snow. "Preeem!" she shouted as he snickered and threw some snow at her.
Heer chased Prem around the field throwing snowballs at him. He laughed and teased her about her bad aiming skills. "Haha, where we're you trying to throw that? I'm here not over there," he taunted.
"Prem just stand still!" she replied lodging another snowball at him.
"What's the fun in that?" he replied and gently tossed a snowball in her direction hitting her legs. "One, zero. Looks like I'm winning."
Prem pouted and grabbed her arm pulling her on top of him. "You're going to pay for that."
"Am I? In what way?" she teased tracing his jawline with her fingertip.
Prem sighed realzing he couldn't stay mad at her for long. All she had to do was smile at him a certain way or give him a simple look and he would forget everything. He scrunched his nose. "How do you do that?"
Heer stared at him blankly, "Do what?"
"That..." he simply stated and then shook his head grinning, "I don't think I'll ever understand. But I understand this much that you mean everything to me."
Heer gazed at him lovingly and tenderly said, "You are all I need." Prem grinned and kissed her softly.
Preet stood in front of the painting and bit his inner left cheek in perplexed thought. "It represents the conflict between dark and light, good and evil, and heaven and hell. You can see how the artist applied each brush stroke with extreme care despite its seemingly random and careless nature." Preet turned and arched his eyebrow at the person speaking. "You got all of that from a couple of squiggly lines and dots?"
Meher giggled, "No, I heard someone talking about this painting. I have no idea. It looks like a bunch of lines and dots to me. I like the artwork that Paul's done and the girl, Wendy, her sculptures are really nice but this stuff I'm not too sure about."
Preet sighed, "I don't understand this modern or contempary art stuff. Some of it looks cool and some is just kind of, huh?"
"Yeah, I know what you mean," Meher replied.
"Hey Meher," greeted a tall fair skined brown haired male, "Deepika's looking for you. She's over there by the sculptures with the rest of the girls."
"Oh, thanks Abhi. I'll leave you boys alone. Don't get into any trouble while I'm gone," she joked.
"I promise to keep an eye on this one," Abhi pointed chuckling.
Preet frowned, "I don't need looking after."
Once Meher was out of sight Abhi looked at Preet with a smirk and asked, "So, what's the deal with you and Meher?"
Preet looked at his friend in alarm, "What do you mean deal?"
"You know what I'm saying. Are you guys dating?" he asked.
Preet coughed involuntarily choking on his own saliva. "Dating?" he hoarsely replied. "What makes you say that?"
He shrugged his shoulders, "Just that wherever you go she goes and wherever she goes you go. So I figured I ask. It's fine if you guys are or aren't...doesn't matter to me."
"We are not dating," Preet replied straightforwardly though he nervously glanced to see if Meher was around them. "We're just friends."
"Okay," Abhi replied. "Like I said it doesn't matter to me. I'm sure Meher's probably getting a grilling right now by the girls.
"Huh," Preet said swallowing anxiously. I hope I answered this question right. We both agreed to keep this quiet so the parents wouldn't find out. Meher probably said no to them too...at least I think so but then again girls are so hard to understand sometimes...their thinking process is so weird...keep a big secret to yourself or tell your closest 15 friends and tell them not to tell anyone...exactly where is the logical of telling 15 friends when its suppose to be a secret? he thought to himself. Preet cleared his throat, "I'm going to get some punch. You want any?"
"No, I'm fine thanks," Abhi replied.
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Preet wandered his way back through the galleries heading to the front to the refreshements table. He blinked several times and then pinched himself to make sure he was seeing who he thought he was seeing. He smiled with a devilish grin and approached the unsuspecting victim. "Harman," he greeted his eyes twinkling, "what are you doing here?"
His brother looked at him in wide-eyed surprise. "Preet, why do I keep running into you everywhere?"
"It's fate. You're hiding something and God has sent me to discover the truth of your deception and lies," Preet replied. "So, who did you come here with?"
"I came here alone," Harman quickly replied.
"Oh, really?" Preet saracastically said. "Then why are you holding two cups in your hands? One's obviously is yours but this other one...oh look, it has a lipstick mark on it..."
"It's not mine---" Harman said only to be cut off again by his brother.
"Not, yours...of course I hope so otherwise PB and me may have to sit you down and have a very long talk with you. I mean last time I saw you shopping in the women's department and now you are wearing lipstick...leaves one to wonder what's going on," Preet said with a thick sarcastic smile. "But I think I know the truth so who's the girl?"
Before Harman could explain himself in detail an elegantly dressed elderly women with bright red lipstick appeared interrupting the brothers' conversation. "Thank you so much dear, for holding my cup for me," the women smiled gently taking it away.
Preet's eyes grew wide in shock as the women walked away. "You like older women?!" he exclaimed. "Not there is anything wrong with that but Bhaiya she's like triple your age."
Harman stood gaping at his little brother's comments trying to interrupt his ranting. "Preet, I told you I came here alone. She's not with me. The old lady asked me to hold her drink for her while she went to use the restroom!"
Preet too busy talking didn't hear what his brother was saying and continued blabbering, "She's like Ma's age! Eww, what is wrong with you!?"
Harman shook his head. "My brother is an idiot," he said out loud. It was a comment more for himself than for conversation. Harman was relieved when he heard someone calling Preet's name. He took the chance while Preet became distracted and slipped away without being noticed.
Preet looked around him wondering who had called his name and saw Meher walking towards him. "Preet, what are you doing?" she asked.
"I'm talking to Harman," he replied.
"Harman?" she repeated. "I don't see him."
He turned back to where his brother had stood only a few moments ago and found an empty space. "I swear he was here a minute ago."
Meher folded her arms in front of her, "Preet, we need to talk."
Preet looked to his left and then to his right in perplexed searching mode looking for where his brother could have possibly disappeared to. "That's strange," he said as he started to walk around the galleries.
Meher followed him from behind with a frastruated expression. "Preet, I need to talk to you about something important."
He ignored her and continued looking for his brother. "No way he could have just left like that, could he?" he mumbled to himself.
Meher frowned and grabbed his arm, "Preet I'm talking to you. Can you please focus here for a minute?"
"Oh, sorry, Meher...you said you need to talk?" he asked.
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