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Part 15: Impressions
Gayatri
Juneja sat in her office checking her investment portfolio on her laptop making
sure the changes she had request had been made properly. She smiled proudly at herself that her
predictions of how the market was reacting was right. She glanced at the picture frame on the desk
and gave a thankful grin at her late husband's face. He had taught her how to study the market,
anticipate changes, and understand stocks and bonds so she could handle the
financials even without him there. She wasn't the stereotypical millionaire's
housewife that most would think of; the ones that would just sit at home all
day and waste their husband's money by going on lavish shopping sprees or
dinning at fine restaurants all the time.
She was anything but a housewife. She held a Bachelor's and Master's Degree in
Education and had a successful career in teaching. She taught first grade at one of the local
public schools. She was very good at her
work and had even won teacher of the year once for her district.
Her
eyes shifted over to the young man standing to the right of her husband. Prem had only turned sixteen at the time the
family portrait was taken. She smiled to
herself recalling those happy moments of being a family. It wasn't long after the portrait shooting
that Lalit met with a tragic car accident taking him away from the two people
that he always said meant the most to him.
Gayatri was beside herself with grief and the lawyers where always
requesting for her time so they could explain to her some of the finer details
of some of her husband's business ventures.
She knew about some and there where others she had no clue where
happening. She knew how to take care of
the basic home finances so she wasn't worried about that but being suddenly
thrust into the corporate world was a bit much for her to take especially since
she was still trying to grieve for her own husband's death. Family was there to help of course during
this hectic time making sure the house was cleaned, funeral preparations were
being made, and Prem was being taken care of while she was out discussing
business matters.
Somehow
she made it through and sold businesses that needed to be sold, closed real
estate deals that needed to be closed, and continued to hold corporate stock at
three of their businesses. But while she
was busy taking care of the financial needs Prem seemed to have slipped through
the cracks. He was at that junction
where hormones were running high as he went through all the physical and
emotional changes of a growing teenager who was stuck in the middle; no longer
a child but not yet an adult. He was
irritable and wanted to be left alone so he could hang out with his
friends. She was extremely worried but
he had built this huge wall around himself that even his closets cousins
couldn't touch him. His teachers were
concern too seeing a straight "A" student suddenly drop down into the
"C" range had set off red flags for them. They knew his father's death had hit him hard
and having to deal with the usual hormonal teenage drama and peer pressures at
school just compounded his issues. He
was getting into fights at school, sneaking out to party with his friends and
coming home at odd hours of the night.
Gayatri didn't know what to do because no matter what she said he simply
wasn't listening. Then when she thought
all hope had been lost, a few months after his seventeenth birthday he
changed. He was back to the Prem that
she recognized. He started studying again
and got his grades back up. He was researching
schools and preparing himself for the college entrance exam. He apologized to her for his past behavior
and how he had hurt her so much and promised he wouldn't let her or his father
down again like that. Gayatri was so
thankful to have her son again and perhaps part of her rather possessive and
guarded behavior she later developed over her son was because she had nearly
lost him once.
Her
thoughts were interrupted as the phone started ringing on the office desk. She picked it up and greeted, "Hello
Maggie. Yes, I'll be there at the
community meeting. Of course I'm looking
forward to it. I'll see you soon." She gathered some papers from off the desk and
placed them into a folder that she would be taking to the meeting. After her husband's death Gayatri had set up
a foundation in his name and now that she had retired from teaching she spent
most of her time working on the foundation and making sure the businesses they
owned were functioning properly. She
checked the clock on the wall noting the time as she didn't want to be late for
the meeting. Just as she was walking
across the living room, the door bell suddenly rang. She wondered who it could be as she wasn't
expecting any visitors. She glanced
through the peep hole and was slightly taken aback at the person standing on
the other side. She never thought she
would be seeing her again after their encounter at CVS.
Gayatri
found herself doing the polite thing and opened the door. She was rather curious to see what her son's
fiance wanted. She remembered how hurt
she was when she received the news from her sister Madhuri that Prem had called
her to inform the family that he had proposed to Heer and she had
accepted. It wasn't until then did she
really feel the weight of the separation between herself and her only
child. He had stormed off 8 months ago
angry at her for "ruining his life" as he had put it and he wanted to put an
end to "all the nonsense" that had been happening in the past four years. She was livid at his lack of respect in
talking to her in that way and in that tone.
She had given everything to him to ensure he would have a happy and
successful marriage with Roshni but he had simply ignored her efforts.
"Hi
Auntie," Heer greeted her. "I'm sorry I
just dropped by like this but I was wondering if you're not too busy if I could
have a few moments of your time?"
Gayatri
gave a simple nod and moved to the side to let Heer in. She closed the door and then led Heer into
the living room. "I'll be back with some
tea," she said and left.
Heer
sat nervously on the couch and scanned the room. Nothing had really changed since the last
time she had visited the place except for a few picture frames and a couple odd
knickknacks. She glanced over by the
archway that led out to the back patio and remembered there use to be a stand
that held a vase of flowers there. On
her very first visit she had been so distracted at looking around the room that
she had accidently bumped into the stand causing the vase to fall over onto the
floor. Gayatri wasn't too pleased that
one of her favorite vases had broken.
Heer felt horrible and tried cleaning it up but Gayatri sternly told her
to leave it and that she would take care of it.
Gayatri ended up cutting her hand which made her feel even worse. Heer's mind wondered briefly if from that
incident was when Gayatri started disliking her. Her attention was drawn back to the present
when she heard the sound of Gayatri's footsteps entering the living room again.
"Sugar?"
Gayatri asked.
Heer
noticed how there wasn't any honey on the serving tray but did the polite thing
and accepted what was offered to her.
"Yes please."
"Milk?"
Gayatri asked.
"No
thank you," Heer replied.
"Lemon?"
Gayatri inquired.
"Yes,
thank you," Heer said and then took the cup and saucer from her hands.
Gayatri
fixed herself a cup of tea and then sat in the armchair facing the
kitchen. She gingerly sipped her tea and
then gave an inquiring look at Heer. She
noted how she wasn't the same skinny little girl that she had remembered her to
be not that she wasn't still thin. She
had filled out and developed curves; maturing into a very beautiful woman. She wondered if there were any other changes
besides the physical ones that had occurred as well. "Are you going to tell me what you want? I've invited you in for tea," Gayatri said
breaking the ice as Heer seemed to be too nervous to say anything. "You told me a few minutes of my time." She briefly glanced at the clock on the wall
to check the time and returned her gaze at Heer.
"Oh,
I'm sorry," Heer apologized. This was
turning out to be a lot harder than she thought. She really didn't know what to say but then
thought to herself to just keep it short and simple. "I'm here to tell you that Prem proposed to
me and I've accepted it. We're engaged."
Gayatri's
eyebrows flexed, "You came all the way here to tell me that?" Heer didn't know how to respond and simply
nodded her head. "I know that already my
sister told me. And judging by the ring
you're wearing on your finger it's a bit obvious. Is there anything else?"
"I
love your son very much," Heer said. "I
promise to take good care of him." She
looked at the elderly woman and wondered how she was taking all of this.
Gayatri
gave a slight snicker, "Funny thing to mention my son. According to him I'm no longer his
mother." Heer looked on in alarm afraid
that she had perhaps hit a nerve with the woman and the conversation was soon
going to take a downward spiral. "What
is it that you do now?" she asked suddenly.
"Um,
I'm a writer...journalist...I'm the associate editor at The Chronicle. I mainly focus on political news," Heer
replied. "I'm thinking of moving away
from newspapers to magazine work...it's a little less stressful so I've been
doing some freelance work to build my repertoire."
The
room turned silent again as the two women just sat and politely sipped
tea. Gayatri was mildly surprised to
hear about Heer's career. She recalled
when she had first met her that she seemed utterly clueless in what she wanted
to do. She gave a vague answer that she
liked writing and wanted to do something involving that but gave no further
specifics. Prem had known from the start
what he wanted to do when he had entered college and made sure he took the
necessary classes to ensure he reached his goals. Gayatri held a skeptical eye that this girl
could possibly be her son's future life partner. They seemed very different. He had goals and a sense of direction in his
life while she was immature and carefree about her status.
Besides
these factors she had to be concern over the real motives of why this nineteen
year old girl was dating someone five years her senior instead of someone
closer to her own age bracket. Despite
her and her husband's efforts to make sure Prem led a normal life it wasn't
hard for others to find out that he was a millionaire's son. The media was constantly reporting Lalit's
business adventures; his successes as well as some of his failures. This of course attracted a fair share of
ogling gold digging admires for her son.
He was very handsome and he was set to inherit a lot of money. She was always a bit worried that he would
somehow fall in love with one these gold diggers and be completely blinded by
the truth of the matter until it was too late.
That's why she looked into her and Lalit's inner circle of friends to
look for a daughter-in-law she could trust.
She found Roshni Patel to be a talented young lady who had career goals
and really had many of the same qualities that Prem possessed. She thought she was a more suitable match than
the nineteen year old girl that he seemed to be infatuated with. When she saw that their relationship was
slowly cracking she took the initiative to explain to her son why their
relationship would never work out and advised him to break it off. She was elated when he took her advice and
quickly set up an engagement between him and Roshni.
Little
did she know the effect it would have on him.
Her over protectiveness rose to extreme heights when he came to her
regretting his decision over breaking up with Heer. He wanted to go back to her. She panicked that her worst fears where
possibly coming true. She couldn't
understand how Heer Maan had affected him so.
Did she regret some of the actions she took? She did but they were choices that had to be
made at the time. Gayatri gently glanced
over at the woman sitting on the couch and wondered if she could really be a
good daughter-in-law for the family and a good wife for her son.
"The
real reason why I'm here is to ask for you blessing," Heer said deciding to cut
to the chase since the conversation was going at a snail crawling pace. "I know we should have called you to tell you
first and I'm here to apologize for our mistake."
Gayatri's
eyes darted up the wall at the clock and sighed. "So you came here to apologize for something
that's already been done? Does Prem know
you're here?" she asked looking at her.
Heer
contemplated briefly if she should say anything or just lie. She decided to choose the former. "No, he doesn't know I came here to speak
with you today. He's out of town at a
conference."
"So
you are sneaking behind your future husband's back?" Gayatri inquired.
"That's
not what this is about," Heer replied.
"It
isn't?" Gayatri answered. "How is that
not an issue in a relationship?"
"I've
talked to Prem about this and he opted not to come so I decide on my own to
come speak to you because it is the right thing to do," Heer said. "I'm apologizing on my and his behalf and we
would really appreciate your blessings for our marriage." Heer frowned inwardly
as she kept noticing the way Gayatri kept checking the clock on wall as if
spending time with her was some sort of torturous event. It was starting to irritate her.
"If
he doesn't consider me his mother anymore I don't see why it is even necessary
to seek my blessings. But if it makes
you feel any better I'll at least accept your apology." Gayatri placed her tea cup on the table. "Well, is that all?" she asked and got up.
Heer
realized it was best to let things end like this. There was no real happy resolution but she
never really expected there to be one.
And with the way Gayatri was acting it wasn't like she particularly
enjoyed her company so she placed the tea cup on the table and did the polite
thing. "Thank you for your time and the
tea Auntie," Heer said and got up from the couch. Without saying anything further Gayatri saw
her out. Once Heer heard the front door
close behind her and she took a deep breath feeling glad it was finally
over. She felt exhausted and bit
lightheaded. She knew she needed to go
home and take a nice nap.
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Gayatri
quickly cleared the living room table putting the unused tea condiments away
and washed the tea pot and tea cups. She
glanced at the clock on the microwave to check her time before gathering her
things from the office. She made a quick
call to Maggie to tell her that she would probably be a few minutes late and
hurriedly walked to the entrance way.
She opened the front door ready to head straight to her car when she
suddenly stopped in shock at the passed out figure lying on the ground. "Oh dear, just great," she mumbled and made a
call to 911.
With
the help of the dispatcher Gayatri took Heer's pulse and found it was rather
low. She did everything as the 911
operator instructed her to do until the ambulance was able to arrive. Gayatri crouched down on the floor and held Heer's
hand while waiting impatiently wondering when the ambulance was going to
arrive. She was relieved when she heard
the sirens and saw two uniform paramedics rolling a stretcher towards
them. "Ma'am we have room in the back if
you would like to ride along. I'm sure
when your daughter comes to she'll want to see a familiar face," one of the
paramedics offered.
"She's
not my daughter," Gayatri corrected.
"Oh,
sorry about that," he apologized.
"But
I'll ride in the back," Gayatri said and followed him to the ambulance.
Once
at the hospital Heer was taken away to be examined by the doctors and Gayatri
was left to pace back and forth in the waiting room. She didn't really know what to do and who she
should call. She didn't know any of
Heer's friends or family and didn't know how to get in touch with them. She knew better than to call Prem. He'd jump to some strange conclusion and more
than likely blame her for the cause. She
sighed and decided to wait on the doctors prognosis; if it wasn't serious than
there was no reason to alarm anyone.
"Mrs. Maan?" a nurse called out.
Gayatri grimaced at being addressed this way but turned her attention
towards the nurse. "I'm actually Mrs.
Juneja," she corrected.
"Oh,
I'm sorry," the nurse replied.
"It's
okay. I've been called that quite a few
times today," Gayatri replied.
"So
you're a friend of family then?" the nurse asked.
Gayatri
realized that she wouldn't be able to find out anything if she didn't somehow make
them think she was related. "She's my
son's fiance," she found herself explaining.
"Oh,
future daughter-in-law. Well, we've put
her in a room. The doctor should be
coming shortly to speak with you," the nurse said with a comforting tone. "Come, I'll take you to her room."
Gayatri
followed along and found herself standing in front of a white door with a large
embedded window. She could see through
the glass that Heer was still passed out lying in the hospital bed. The nurse gave her a reassuring touch on her
shoulder and opened the door for her.
Gayatri gave a faint smile and walked in. As she came closer she saw that Heer was
hooked up to an I.V. bag on her left arm.
She spied the diamond engagement ring as it sparkled lightly in the room
and walked over for a closer inspection.
She had to admit to herself that it was quite beautiful and gently
admired her son's taste. She then
glanced at the sleeping form of the woman lying in the bed trying to figure out
what exactly was so special about her.
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Heer
gently stirred in her sleep her fingers fidgeting as she returned from the
darkness that had suddenly enveloped her.
She felt a strange warmth covering her hand and slowly opened her eyes
to see a blurred figure hovering over her.
"Prem?" she called as she blinked several times. Her eyes adjusted to the dim light of the
room and her vision came back into focus to see Gayatri. Heer's eyes darted to her surroundings and
then back to Gayatri's face. "Where am
I? What happened?" she said as she tried
sitting up.
"Lie
down," Gayatri commanded. Heer glanced
to her left wondering why her arm hurt and saw that she was hooked to an I.V.
bag. "You're in the hospital. You fainted," Gayatri continued to explain.
"I
fainted?" Heer repeated and lifted her right hand to her forehead. She looked down to see Gayatri's hand on the
bed where her hand had been and realized the warmth she had felt earlier had
been her hand. Without any real thought
to what she was saying Heer apologized, "I'm sorry."
"As
you should be..." Gayatri said but before she could finish her sentence the
doctor walked through the door.
"How
are you feeling Ms. Maan?" the doctor asked.
"I'm Dr. Gupta."
"Okay,"
Heer replied.
He
smiled, "Well, we've got back your test results and you're fine. Your blood sugar was a little low which is
way you probably felt a little faint and tired today?" Heer gave a slight nod that he was right in
his analysis. "So, we put you on this
I.V. drip to help stabilize your blood sugar.
Take it easy for the next couple of days. If you feel faint again make sure to eat a
little snack like cheese and crackers or even having a simple glass of apple
juice will help stabilize your blood sugar.
Your low blood sugar resulted in your blood pressure dropping so you
ending up fainting this afternoon. But
you'll be fine, don't worry."
"Thanks
Dr. Gupta," Heer said.
"Don't
thank me. Just doing what I'm supposed
to. Once this I.V. is finished you'll be
able to check out. And by the way you may
want to contact an obstetrician if you don't already have an OBGYN."
Heer's
eyes widen and she swallowed nervously, "Excuse me?"
"Congratulations
your two weeks pregnant," he announced smiling brightly.
Heer
stared at him in shock as her mind went racing thinking it wasn't
possible. "Bbbut we've...we've been really
careful...I'm on birth control and he uses protection."
"Well,
like they say not everything is one hundred percent. You forget to take your pill one time, the condom
wasn't put on correctly, the condom falls off, you have an oops moment...and even with birth
control it is still possible to get pregnant...and condoms are only really
effective 99% of the time...there is still that 1% of something happening," Dr.
Gupta explained. "We have some pamphlets
and brochures out in the front lobby that you are free to take and they explain
some of the basics of prenatal care and general recommendations. But its best to schedule an appointment with
your doctor so a personalized plan can be made to ensure you have a safe and
health pregnancy." Heer continued to
stare at him in shock while Gayatri stood there quietly contemplating the
matter. Dr. Gupta was use to seeing such
reactions as most unexpected announcements like these had varying results and
was rather thankful this one was a slightly more happy one. "Well, ladies it's been a pleasure. The nurse will be back to take care of your
I.V."
"Thanks
Dr. Gupta," Heer managed to say before he left.
She continued to lay there wondering how she was going to break it to
Prem that she was pregnant and how he was going to take the news. Would he be happy, sad, or angry? Lost in her own thoughts she had completely
forgotten the other person in the room until she spoke. "A baby before the wedding, huh?" Gayatri
sighed. "Well, I have to make a phone call..."
"You're
upset aren't you?" Heer started. "This
wasn't supposed to happen. We didn't
plan this. I didn't plan this...this isn't
the reason why we're getting married..."
"I
know I heard what the doctor said," Gayatri replied.
"Are
you thinking I'm doing this on purpose to keep your son so he has to marry me?"
Heer asked. She didn't know why she was
even asking such a stupid question. The
words had left her mouth before she was able to stop them.
Gayatri
stared at her arching her eyebrow. "That
thought never crossed my mind. And I
can't give you enough credit for thinking of such a thing. I'm just the evil mother-in-law I suppose,"
she said curtly and then got up. "I have
to go make that phone call. Because of
your fainting spell I missed the community meeting. I am sure you can find your own way
home. Please pick up your car by
tomorrow."
When
Heer heard the door close shut she puffed her cheeks out and then let the air
out of her mouth realizing that she had just completely insulted Gayatri with
her thoughtless words. "Why did I have
to go and say that?" Heer said to herself in frustration. "I'm such an idiot."
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Prem
was ecstatic to be home again as he opened the front door and dumped his travel
bag on the floor. The two day conference
had been extremely boring. "Heer, I'm
home!" he yelled. He was expecting an
enthusiastic response but all he got was silence. "Heer?" he called again. When no one responded for the second time he
started wondering around the house looking for her but he ended up back where
he started a bit perplexed at her whereabouts.
"Her car's out in the driveway.
Maybe she went for a jog around the neighborhood?" he mumbled to himself
as he scratched his head. He heard his
stomach gurgle reminding him that it was hungry. He went to the kitchen to get himself a snack
and noticed the answering machine was blinking with one message in its
voicemail box. Prem pressed the play
button and went about fixing his snack.
When he heard the voice on the either end he immediately froze.
"Heer,
this is Gayatri. I think we need to talk
about what happened yesterday. Call me
back when you get this message. And it's
best you don't tell Prem about this either."
Prem
furrowed his eyebrows wondering what had happened while he was away and why
Heer was keeping things from him. When
he had called home she sounded perfectly normal and made no mention of his
mother. His mind was racing thinking of
all the possible situations that could have occurred. Was it possible that Heer ran into his mother
again? Did his mother go looking for
her? Did Heer go behind his back and
went to meet his mother? He was pulled
out his thoughts when the house phone started ringing. He stared at it wondering if it was possible
that his mother was on the other end. He
gently picked up the cordless and greeted the caller, "Hello?"
"Hello
this is Orange County Medical calling.
Is Ms. Heer Maan available?" the voice on the other line asked.
Prem's
eyes widen, "Um, she's not available right now.
Can I take a message?"
"We
were just calling to tell her that we've found her cell phone. She can stop by the emergency room's
reception desk and ask to speak with Jennifer," the voice replied.
"Um,
okay I'll do that. Thank you," Prem
replied and hung up the phone. Now he
was really curious as to what happened and what other things Heer seemed to be neglecting
to tell him. He heard the front door
open and Heer's bubbly voice greeting him.
Prem decided to act as normal as he could and see how long it would take
before she'd tell him what was going on.
"Where were you?" Prem simply greeted when she came into the kitchen
smiling brightly at him.
"Sorry,
I went for a walk and lost track of time," Heer replied and let her eyes
causally glance over to the answering machine.
"Expecting
a message?" Prem asked as he continued to make himself a sandwich.
"Oh,
no...not really," Heer replied a bit surprised that she had been caught. She then came over and gave him kiss on the
check. "So, how was the conference?"
"Boring,"
Prem simply replied. "So anything
exciting happened while I was away?"
Heer
shook her head, "Nope nothing exciting."
Prem
took his finished plate and walked into the living room. He turned on the television and plopped down
on the couch with his legs resting on the coffee table. He felt himself becoming angry at the way she
was acting; completely normal and not a hint of nervous worry that she was
hiding something from him. Heer sat next
to him on the couch and crossed one of her legs with his as an affectionate
gesture. "Not right now Heer. My legs are a bit sore from all the walking
and standing we did," Prem replied slightly annoyed.
"Oh,
sorry," Heer quietly answered and removed her leg.
They
sat there watching TV for some time.
Prem made quick glances towards Heer's direction when she laughed at a
joke that had been said or made a light comment about something happening in
the programming. Her behavior was
starting to rub at him and he tried clenching his left fist to calm
himself. But he found the more he kept
silent the more upset he was getting. He
reached for the remote and suddenly shut the TV off.
"Prem,
I was watching that," Heer replied a bit miffed.
Prem's
jaw clenched as he felt his temperature rise.
The comment had sent him over the edge and he stood up. "You have no
right to be angry at me."
Heer
stared at him wondering why he was suddenly getting upset. "What's bothering you?"
"What's
bothering me?" Prem repeated. "When
were you going to tell me about my mother?"
"What
are talking about?" Heer replied innocently.
"Don't
play dumb Heer. She left a message on
the answering machine. Did something
happen yesterday that you want to tell me about? Or were you going to keep this secret just
between you and her? Did she do
something to you?" Prem ranted.
Heer's
face went pale. "She left a message?"
"Yes,
she wanted to meet you again to talk about what happened yesterday. And said she wanted to keep it a secret like
the other time. So what other time? And why did the hospital call to say they
found your cell phone?" Prem asked.
"Didn't I tell you to leave her alone?
Or did she come looking for you?
Why won't you answer any of my questions?"
Heer
sat there a bit flabbergasted by all the questions he was throwing at her. "Because you're asking some many I can't
answer all of them at once," she yelled.
"Fine. Question number one. Why didn't you tell me anything that was
going on? I call and you'd say
everything was fine and you were acting all normal," Prem said.
"Because
I didn't want you freaking out...like what you are doing now," Heer replied
defensively.
"Well,
I wouldn't be freaking out right now if you told me something instead of me
coming home to find a message left from my mother on the answering machine and me
answering a phone call from the hospital asking to speak to you. You know my heart just about stopped when the
lady on the phone said Orange County Medical," Prem said. "So she hurt you or something? Stand up."
"No,
I'm not going to stand up. Do you know
how ridiculous you sound? She's what...almost
60?...65 years old?...and you think she tried hurting me?" Heer answered.
"Then
what's with all these secret meetings?" Prem heatedly asked.
"There
aren't any secret meetings. It was one
meeting...I went over to her..." Heer stopped in mid sentence realizing what she
had just divulged.
"Oooh,
you went over to her house when I specifically told you not to?" Prem
asked. "Why did you disobey me? I told you not go. Did you get your answer? She insulted you didn't she?"
"Disobey?"
Heer repeated and got up from the couch.
"Since when do I have to start following everything you say? I may be becoming your wife but that does not
mean I'm some property or thing you can keep and order around."
Prem's
face twitched a little when he realized he had used the wrong word. He shook his head trying to apologize. "That's not what I meant. I used the wrong word."
"It
doesn't matter what word you use it still means the same. I'm my own person and I can do as I
want. If I wanted to go and visit your
mother I think I have every right to do so.
I didn't tell you because I knew you get all bent out of shape and start
pitching a fit about it. And no she did
not insult me or hit me or do anything to me."
"Then
why does she want another meeting? And
why were you at the hospital?" Prem asked.
"I
don't know why she wants another meeting." Heer replied.
"Ooh,
really?" Prem sarcastically answered.
"Yes,
really," Heer curtly said. She knew this
argument was extremely bad for her and the baby and just wanted it to end.
"And
the hospital? You just decided to visit
there out of the blue?" Prem mocked.
"No,
I'm pregnant you idiot!" Heer yelled quickly with frustration.
"Very
funny," Prem replied not believing what she was saying. "Sure how can I trust someone who's been
lying to me for two whole days?"
"I'm
not being funny," Heer replied rather sullenly.
This was not how she was expecting to tell him about their baby. "I really am pregnant, Prem."
He
gave a twitchy half grin and repeated, "Pregnant...heh..." and then suddenly
fainted.
"Just
great!" Heer sighed to herself as she threw her hands up in defeat staring at the
body on the living room rug. "The reaction
every woman wants to get."
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Prem
came too as he felt the splash of cold water hitting his face. He looked up to see Heer standing over him
with an empty glass in her hand. "Heer,
I..." Prem said fumbling for words.
"I'm
not talking to you," Heer simply replied and placed the glass on the coffee
table.
"Wait,
Heer," Prem said as he quickly got up from the floor. He was trying to reach her before she walked
out the front door. "Don't go. Heer?"
"Don't
follow me Prem...I need some air....I can't talk to you right now," Heer stated through
gritted teeth and walked out the door.
Prem
cursed underneath his breath at his own stupidity in the whole situation. "I'm in big big trouble," he sighed to
himself.
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Sorry for ending it at a not so happy conclusion. I don't know how well I was able to show the different impressions of what Gayatri was thinking, what Heer was thinking, and what Prem was thinking. I wanted to make them all kind of gray neither one is completely correct or wrong in the situations. Granted Prem probably shouldn't have freaked out so much but considering how he ended his relationship with his mother and how things had occurred that led to his break up with Heer...he's a bit unsettled and being stubborn about what he feels is the right thing to do.
And surprise! Look at what all that romance ☺️ did for our little Premeer 😳...lol knocked up before the wedding took place. Guess that means no honeymoon 😆
Comments Greatly Appreciated!
Thanks for reading guys!
---Grace 🤓
Edited by iheartChai - 13 years ago
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