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Chapter 53: The Hardest Thing to Do - Part B
"We still have lunch with your parents and aunt and uncle...you going to be able to control yourself?" Prem asked.
"From trying to strangle Prashant? I won't lie it is going to be tough," Heer replied. "And I have to pretend to be mad at you."
"I know you'll be able to pull it off. I'm not worried," Prem encouraged. Heer gave an apologetic look and then tenderly kissed him. They broke apart after a few minutes causing him to flex his eyebrows and ask, "What was that for?"
She grinned, "I need something to get me through this lunch...you," hugging him tightly.
"Ah, so I'm like an energy pill for you?" Prem inquired with a chuckle.
"Hmmm, something like that," Heer said as she gently swayed with him in his embrace.
"We better go. I think we've spent enough time in the service closet," Prem said. Heer reluctantly let him go and he opened the door. "Ready?"
"As I'll ever be," Heer replied.
"Don't worry everything is going to be just fine," Prem said giving her a wink.
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Balraaj sat on the examination table slowly processing everything the doctor was saying to him. He looked at his wife who was holding his hand trying her best not to crumble in front of him. The doctor gave an apologetic look, "I'm sorry," he said and left the room to give the couple some privacy.
The minute the door closed Teji burst into tears while her husband held her tightly trying to sooth her. "It's all right."
"How can you say that?" she cried into his chest.
"I've been blessed with the time I have had...you...a beautiful and caring wife and best friend...3 wonderful children...Nihaal, Heer, and Meher...my life has been complete," Balraaj said.
"You can't leave us without seeing your grandchildren," Teji replied.
"I'll be satisfied seeing Heer married first," Balraaj said.
Teji gripped his shirt even tighter realizing what this meant for her daughter. Her tears continued to stream down her face soaking into his cotton dress shirt while he patted her back. Now faced with the impending fact that he was going to leave his family she knew as his wife her duty was to respect his last wish.
Prem, Ashlesha, Meher, Heer, and Prashant sat in the hotel restaurant wondering what was taking the parents so long. Prashant made another call on his phone hoping someone would pick up. By the third ring he turned along with everyone else to the entrance way as the parents entered the outside dining veranda. Prem noticed as they came closer that something was wrong. Teji who always greeted him with a warm and pleasant smile was refusing to look at him. He felt an achy nervousness spread out from the palms of his hands through the rest of his body. He straightened his back and carefully examined their faces.
Ashlesha noticed the strange behavior that Prem was exhibiting and nudged him trying find out what was wrong. He ignored her and took a sip of water. Ashlesha glanced over at Meher who shrugged her shoulders indicating she had no clue. Meher looked at Heer and realized from the expression on her sister's face something was definitely up.
"Sorry to keep you waiting," Daljeet replied politely in the effort to break the strange silent mood the adults were all in. "You guys ordered anything?"
"No Mom. We were waiting for you all," Ashlesha replied.
"We should order something," Balwant stated. "Prem you're the owner...what's good?"
"What are you in a mood for?" Prem politely asked.
"Anything. Why don't you order some of the best or popular dishes for everyone to try?" Balwant suggested. "It will make it easy on all of us."
Prem nodded and motioned for a waiter to come. He ordered a couple of appetizers, two different types of salads, and five entrees to be shared among everyone there. The waiter jotted down the food order and took the adult's drink orders before heading off to the kitchen. There was an odd silence that filled the table. Meher unrolled her silverware and placed the napkin on her lap. She felt weird sitting between the two couples; her sister and Prashant were to her right while Ashlesha and Prem were on her left. She took a long drink of water and then scanned the faces of the adults. That's when she finally noticed how pale her mother's face was turning. "Mama, you all right?" Meher asked with worry.
The adults all shifted uncomfortably and Teji grasped Balraaj's hand when he gravely said, "There's some news."
"Do we have to do this now? Why not after lunch?" Teji pleaded.
"I think it's best to let them know. Everyone is going to have to know," Balraaj replied.
"I agree," Balwant added.
Daljeet remained quiet which caused Ashlesha to realize whatever was going to be discussed was going to be extremely serious. Her mother who was usually a chatter box was remaining politely silent. Ashlesha instinctively held onto Meher's hand to offer support. Meher in turned grabbed her sister's hand and the three of them looked at the adults bracing themselves for what they knew was to come.
"I have six months to live," Balraaj announced. Everyone at the table remained deathly silent for a few seconds letting what they heard truly register within them. Meher was the first to break down as she grabbed her napkin and sobbed. Ashlesha hugged her cousin trying to comfort her as her eyes slowly began to water. Heer was in a state of complete shock. Prashant placed his hand on top of hers giving her a gentle squeeze. Prem gripped his knees tightly his knuckles turning white. On the outside he was calm and displayed a respectful reserved sorrow but inside he was screaming his heart out. He couldn't fathom why he and Heer had to receive this blow to their relationship. As much as he was pained by this prospect he was just as concern over how Heer and Meher would cope over losing their father. "Prashant, your parents are coming this weekend. I want the wedding to be done by next week," Balraaj ordered.
Prashant nodded his head, "Yes Dad."
Heer grabbed the water in front of her and begin gulping it down. By the time she was half way finished forcing the liquid into her throat she coughed spilling some of the contents of the glass out on her orange sundress. Her parents looked on in concern as she coughed into her napkin and quickly excused herself from the table. Ashlesha and Meher immediately went after her understanding the need to console her. The waiter reappeared with the drinks for the adults and told them that the appetizers would be out in a few more minutes. Prem pulled out his cell phone pretending that he had just received an urgent call from one of the hotel managers and politely excused himself from the table. Prashant furrowed his eyebrows realizing he was now the only one there to sit with the parents.
Heer ran into one of the ladies restroom followed closely behind by Ashlesha and Meher. "Didi," Meher simply called causing her to turn around and collapse into her embrace. Ashlesha hugged both of them. "You girls will make it through," she softly said.
"I don't want to lose Papa," Heer sobbed.
"We have to be strong, right? Didn't you tell me that?" Meher replied. "We need to be there for Papa."
Heer nodded her head as Meher wiped the tears from her face. "My little sister giving me the advice now?" she managed to say.
"That's right look who's growing up," Ashlesha said.
"It's because Didi has always been there for me...teaching me and taking care of me," Meher replied. "Today's it's my turn." Heer gave a watery smile at her sister's remark.
"I really hate to bring this up but your wedding just got moved up," Ashlesha said handing them tissues from her purse.
"I heard things didn't exactly go as planned this morning," Meher replied.
"Why is it that he keeps getting away with things?" Ashlesha asked.
"Sooner or later he's going to have to misstep," Meher responded. "He thinks everything is going his way...the wedding...Prem Jiju getting caught in his room...but we have part of what we need to prove what he's trying to do. We just need the rest. We have to stay positive."
"I'm worried how long this charade can go on. Eventually the parents may give in since we don't have proof," Ashlesha said. "I do not want to end up on that mandap in some double wedding ceremony."
"Prem won't let that happen," Heer said sniffling.
"Jiju would most likely punch out Prashant and then take Didi and do the rounds with her," Meher replied.
"Perfectly fine with me and while everyone is distracted I'll just run away," Ashlesha said. "That way they can't force me to do anything."
"Ash, I'm so sorry to be putting you through this...you don't deserve all this hassle and drama that has been going on," Heer said.
"We're family Heer and we as family we help each other. Trust me there would be just as much drama if my crazy Mom forced me into some arranged marriage with some stranger. Oh, I'd be on a plane flying some place far far far away where my parents would never be able to find me," she replied. Heer cracked a tiny smile. Ashlesha gave her a warm hug. "Everything is going to all right. God never does things without a reason. We should pray and keep faith."
The girls did their best to clean their faces trying to reduce the red and puffy eyes they had. The minute they opened the door and stepped out they saw Prem standing in the far corner waiting. Ashlesha and Meher gave a nod that they would take care of everything and walked back to the veranda where everyone else was waiting. Prem walked steady towards Heer their eyes locked in an understanding gaze. Heer immediately fell into Prem's strong embrace. He placed his good hand on her head while Heer began to cry again. "I can't lose you too," she said her voice muffled by the way her head was resting on his chest. "You won't," Prem replied. They stood there for several minutes not really caring where they were or who saw them. Prem felt an unspeakable pain in his heart at the way she clutched onto him and her soft sobs. He wanted nothing more to be able to take it all away but her father's medical situation was beyond anything he could even attempt to solve. His eyes flickered tensely but his body stood rooted to the spot refusing to break his hug from Heer when he saw Balwant come walking towards them.
"Prem, I don't know if I can do anything anymore," Balwant said. "I've been keeping an eye on things back in India and there has been no sign of any ill attention from the Chabarias. Do you have anything to show us that they are really trying to do what you say they are doing? If not...and with my brother's condition...this marriage is going to happen."
"Balwant Chachu," Heer said with surprise.
"I'm sorry," he said.
"Please, we have one week. Until then I'll do everything I can to show you and the rest of the family," Prem said. "I beg you. I'm sorry for putting you through this...I never wanted it to be this way."
"Chachu, please for me," Heer pleaded. Balwant sighed realizing how this was affecting his niece. He could tell how in love they were. He had observed them from a distance before he had walked up. Prem was providing his niece a gently but lovingly support by simply holding her and saying comforting words to her. It pained him to see them in this situation but it also upset him because they had allowed themselves to be put into the situation they were currently in.
"Okay one week. After that I can't support this anymore," Balwant stated. Prem nodded his head in understanding. Balwant glanced at the couple one last time before walking away.
The Juneja mansion was brimming with activity as the impending wedding of Heer and Prashant was being organized. Veera was making her way to the front door fed up with all the commotions going on in the house. The phone was constantly ringing off the hook, the decorators and carters were always visiting to discuss things, and for some odd reason the community gossiping aunties had stationed themselves in their home to help out which was laughable when all they did was talk. She was having a hard time concentrating on a huge paper she needed to write. She was in a soured mood that day because the night before Prashant's parents had stayed over rather late keeping everyone up in the household. Veera wanted to help her brother out with the whole Prashant dilemma but she been super busy at school with projects and papers; not to mention the contest she entered. She had made it through stage two and was waiting to hear back if they liked her dress or not. As she opened the front door she was surprised to see a familiar face staring back at her. He had his finger pointed outward ready to ring the door bell. "OMG, what are you doing at my house?" Veera asked.
"Veera...Juneja," Nihaal pondered to himself. "Wait a second you're a Juneja..."
"Duh, my last name is Juneja. I think you should know that by now. It's not like this is the first time we met. But what are you doing at my house?" Veera demanded to know.
"My last name is Maan," Nihaal stupidly replied.
"That's nice and all..." Veera said and then paused as it suddenly dawned on her what he was trying to tell her. "What?"
"Oye, don't tell me you two knew each other but never figured it out that Bauji and his Dad were best friends," Preet said as he popped out from the prayer room. "You guys are so dense."
"Oh, like you knew when you meet Heer Di and Meher Di?" Veera retorted.
"Hey, we only knew their last names and Bauji never told us that story until after we become friends," Preet defended.
"So am I supposed to suddenly assume every Maan I meet is somehow related to Heer Di's family?" Veera asked with irritation.
"It wouldn't hurt to ask next time," Preet smirked. He then gave a genuine smile to Nihaal, "I'm Preet by the way...one of her older brothers. Nice to meet you. Come on in."
"Oh, um thanks. I'm Nihaal Heer and Meher's older brother. I'm sorry I came over unannounced. I caught the first flight out that I could. I didn't want to bother anyone to come pick me up from the airport. I know everyone must be busy with the wedding preparations," Nihaal replied.
Preet ushered him in pushing Veera off to the side. "Totally understand. I know it must be hard with everything going on. Please make yourself at home. Your parents are in the dining room."
Veera huffed and walked out the door muttering, "Great...he's family."
Prem silently watched as he leaned on the door frame of Heer's room. Her bed was piled high with all sorts of sarees, salwar kameezs, lenghas, anarkali dress suits, and jewelry. She was completely frazzled at the selection in front of her. Despite her state she looked incredibly beautiful to him. She was wearing a red anarkali suit with diamond beaded embroidery. His eyes traveled to her long silky hair and he sighed as she gently tucked her hair behind her left ear while she rustled with a necklace that had gotten entangled in the beaded embroidery of a lengha. The fears that Ashlesha had of a joint wedding ceremony were confirmed as Daljeet proposed the plan to Balraaj the minute the wedding preparations started. The idea of seeing his niece get married alongside his daughter warmed his heart and knowing that he had little time left he readily agreed to the proposal. Lalit and Gayatri were forced to agree knowing just how delicate the situation had become. Without any proof that the Chabarias were doing something to harm the Maans their hands were tied and there was nothing they could do.
Heer continued to struggle with the necklace trying to untangle it without hurting the dress fabric. Her body tensed the moment she sensed his presence behind her. She felt the tender touch of his hands resting on her hand, his fingers delicately intertwining with hers. "Need help?" he huskily asked in her ear. Heer swallowed the lump in her throat. Ever since her father's announcement things in her life just got chaotic. She was barely able to see Prem because they were both being forced to go with their perspective partners to do all the necessary shopping, meetings, and other things they were obligated to do. Her mother had turned her back on helping them and Prem's parents were in a helpless situation. "You shouldn't be here," she forced herself to say.
"Don't do this Heer," Prem said as he turned her around. The almond shaped eyes that had shined with warmth and love over their course of their courtship were now staring back at him filled with pain and sorrow. He knew he was to blame for her condition and he hated himself for it. If only he could turn back time and confess his love sooner than none of this would have happened. The moment that they had decided to cross the boundary together and secretly hide their relationship they knew that eventually a day would come to punish them for their deed. "I love you and nothing is ever going to change that. No one can ever take your place because I've already given everything to you. My heart belongs to you and without you I don't exist," Prem said. Heer collapsed onto his chest her fingers clutching tightly onto his crisp black dress shirt. "I don't know how much more I can take," she cried. Prem blinked back the tears in his eyes as he held her. He breathed heavily as he soothed her. "We still have some time. My brothers, Kunal, and Sang are doing their best. I'm not giving up yet. Don't give up on me." Heer pulled back and meekly nodded. Prem gently kissed her tears away and then gave her a lovingly kiss.
They broke apart when they heard Teji calling her name. A few seconds later she entered the room giving Prem a warning look. "Go help Ashleshea," Teji simply ordered. Prem didn't say anything and obediently left the room. Heer watched Prem leave and then turned around to finish completing her task. "Heer, have you picked out an outfit yet?" her mother asked.
"No," she robotically replied.
"Did you like the sarees Prashant's mother brought?" Teji asked.
"Yes," she answered.
"Are you really going to continue behaving like this?" Teji asked in an exasperated tone.
"Why does it matter to you?" Heer finally said. "I'll be someone's daughter-in-law soon and you won't have to worry about a thing."
"Heer, try to understand. This is your father's last wish. There is no proof because there is no grand conspiracy. The Chabarias are good people. Prashant is a good man who will take care of you," Teji reasoned.
Heer turned around her mouth taut with frustration. "Prem would never lie. He saw something and he knows Prashant is trying to do something. I'm only going along with this because Prem told me to...we're respecting our elders' decisions for now but I can't guarantee anything once the week is up."
"Heer Maan are you in your right mind? All this over some boy?" Teji yelled in disappointment.
"He's not just a boy. He's my Prem...he's my partner. You always told me that God makes us in pairs. Prem is my love...my life...he's everything to me. You of all people should understand," Heer heatedly replied.
Unable to control her anger she slapped Heer, "This is your father's last wish are you that disrespectful? I thought I taught you better than this." Heer cupped her cheek as tears streamed from her eyes. She glared at her mother before running into the bathroom and locking the door shut. Teji stared at her hand regretful for her actions.
Prem stared at the papers in his hands and sighed. It was two days before the pre-wedding ceremonies were to begin and this was his final and last attempt. He placed his hands in front of him and bowed his head in front of the Gods praying for their guidance and help. He then gently tucked the papers into the front wide pocket of his dark blue hoodie and left the prayer room. Prem checked his phone making sure it was on vibrate and headed towards the dining room to have lunch with the rest of the family. The house was decorated with all sorts of flower garlands and other things for the pre-wedding celebrations; the mehndi and sangeet. As Prem walked towards the dining room he felt a tight blow to his leg and he looked down to see Rishi trying to run off somewhere. "Mamu!" Rishi greeted and then made a dash to the right. Prem was able to catch a hold of his shirt and pulled him back. "It's lunch time where are you running to?" he asked as he picked him up.
"To play," Rishi simply replied.
"Aren't you hungry?" Prem inquired.
Rishi reflected for a minute and then said, "Yes, but I want to play."
"You can play after lunch," Prem ordered. "Come on, I'll fix you a special plate just for you."
"Just for me?" Rishi grinned. Prem nodded his head as he playfully tickled him. "Okay," Rishi giggled. Prem carried him into the dining room where everyone was still milling about going between the kitchen and dining room setting up things or sneaking quick bites of food.
"Preet stop eating all the samosas!" Meher yelled. "Save some for everyone else."
"This is only my second one. Harman's already had four why don't you go and yell at him," Preet replied moodily as he stuffed the samosa into his mouth afraid she was going to take if from him.
"Harman, stop eating the samosas!" Meher ordered.
He furrowed his eyebrows. "I only had one...I gave them to Nihaal, Veera, and Maya."
"It's all right I've already fried another batch," Gayatri said. "Ashlesha, would you please go and set them out on the table."
"Of course," she replied and playfully tugged at Rishi's feet causing him to turn and smile at her before she disappeared into the kitchen.
Prem placed Rishi next to his mother and took his plate. "I'm fixing a special plate for him," he replied answering Kulraj's questioning look.
"Mamu's the best," Rishi said which elicited some comments from his other two uncles.
"Hey, what about me?" Preet and Harman both said at the same time.
"Who bought you your favorite toy truck?" Preet asked.
"Who bought you that train set?" Harman asked with a smirk.
"But Prem Mamu bought me a bike," Rishi replied causing Preet and Harman to give a tiny glare at their older brother.
Veera laughed at them and then asked, "But who's your favorite Masi?"
"You," Rishi answered.
"That's because your family," Preet joked. "He's got to say family." Veera gave an evil glare at her brother who just laughed. "You want a samosa?"
"No," she snippily replied.
"But I'll take one," Maya replied and took it from his hand.
"So, who is your favorite auntie?" Ashlesha asked.
Rishi smiled brightly, "Heer auntie because she plays with me. Prem Mamu because he buys me toys. They are the best. I love them both and they love each other." Everyone in the dining room stopped what they were doing and stared at Rishi. "Beta, well of course they love each other...we are all going to be one big family. Just like I love Prem Mamu, Preet Mamu, Harman Mamu, and Veera Masi," Kulraj said.
Rishi shook his little head fiercely, "Not like that. Prem Mamu loves Heer auntie like Daddy loves you."
Heer stared wide-eyed at Rishi unable to believe that her relationship just got revealed by a three year old. Prem stood there a bit stunned by the turn of events but decided if this was how things were suppose to play out then so be it.
Rajeev cleared his throat, "Children these days...they say the funniest things." Balraaj exhaled in relief that he was taking all of this so positively.
"Well, he is at that age...they do say quite a lot...pure innocence and their perspective on things," Daljeet replied with a laugh.
Rishi continued to protest, "But I'm not lying. Mommy tells me it's bad to lie."
"We understand," Kulraj replied trying to hush her son.
"I heard Prem Mamu and Heer Masi say I love you. They were hugging...like when Daddy hugs you Mommy," Rishi sincerely said. "I'm not lying. Prem Mamu tell them I'm not lying. I saw you tell Heer auntie."
All heads especially the elders turned to Prem for an explanation. "Prem Beta, it was just an innocent remark wasn't it?" Daljeet asked. "You are becoming family now."
Prem glanced at Heer and then said, "No. I love her."
"See, I told you," Rishi grinned proudly. "Mamu knows I'm not lying."
Lalit face went pale as the rest of the adults in the room began to look questioningly at him. "What's going on here?" Daljeet asked. "You promise your son for my Ashlesha and he's secretly eyeing my niece?!"
Balwant gripped Daljeet's hand, "Just calm down dear."
"Don't tell me to be calm about this," she snipped to her husband and then grumbled to herself, "I should have gone with Harman instead." Daljeet then look at Prashant, "Well, don't you have anything to say about this?"
"We have plenty to say," Rajeev answered. He looked at Lalit, "You should control your own son. Eyeing someone else's fiance? What manners have you taught?"
"Don't you dare yell at my father," Prem defended. "I take full responsibility."
"You should learn not to talk back to elders. I'm speaking to your father not you," Rajeev angrily replied and then added sarcastically, "What a fine son-in-law you would make. Like father like son?"
"Prem..." Lalit warned as he saw his son flinch with anger. He eyed Rajeev and calmly spoke, "You are still a guest in my house, remember that."
"You should teach your son to know his limits," Rajeev replied. "Balraaj, so this is your childhood friend, huh?"
Balraaj glanced at Lalit and lowered his head, "I'm sorry. I have nothing to say." He then looked at Prem, "Stay away from my daughter."
"Uncle Please," Prem said folding his hands in front of him. "I know this isn't a good way to start things. But, I love Heer and I refuse to see her get married to an unworthy man...someone who's trying to trick the family."
"How dare you insult my son!" Rajeev replied.
"I'm warning you Prem," Prashant said with a deadly glare.
"What are you talking about?" Balraaj asked.
"Prashant has been trying to take your family land," Prem answered as he pulled out the papers from his pocket. "He has the deeds to the land and the copy of your signature from the medical forms you signed. He was going use the medical form to lift the signature off and place it on the deed making it look like you signed over the land to the Chabarias." Balraaj looked at the papers in his hand and gave a questioning look over at Rajeev. Prashant sat there a bit stunned on how he got a hold of the deeds.
"These are all lies," Rajeev replied.
"That's right. It's obvious Dad that he's gone crazy over your daughter. He's making these stories up trying to put doubt on me. What proof is there but a couple of paper copies of some documents? My question is how did he come by these documents?" Prashant defended looking at Balraaj. He then sighed. "I didn't want to do this but...here look pictures. I didn't trust him the minute I met him so I had someone follow him."
Everyone strained their necks as Prashant pulled out some pictures from his suit pocket. Balraaj scanned over them. They were a succession of pictures of Prem holding Heer and Heer trying to break away from him. "Just what are you trying to do here?" Nihaal asked finally unable to keep his mouth quiet from all the acquisition flying across the room. "It's bad enough you're declaring your love to my sister who's already engaged and now you're trying to smear her fiance?"
"You should just keep quiet especially if you don't know anything about what's been going on," Veera yelled at him.
"Excuse me, but your brother is doing wrong and it's quite obvious what's going on here," Nihaal replied.
Meanwhile, Teji and Gayatri were in the kitchen putting the finishing touches on the dishes unaware what was going on in the dining room. They heard the house phone ring and Gayatri turned off the kitchen vent so Teji could properly answer the phone without it obstructing the conversation. "Juneja residence," Teji greeted. "Oh, Dr. Harrison hello."
"Hello Mrs. Maan. I just wanted to thank you for the invitation to Heer's wedding. I'm sorry I wasn't able to meet you in my office to properly receive the invite," Dr. Harrison answered.
"It's fine. I know how busy you are," she said.
"I regret to inform you that I won't be able to attend. There's a conference being held during that day. But I send my best wishes. It must be a relief. Now you can celebrate this happy occasion to the fullest extent," Dr. Harrison said. "I must apologize again...I should have taken another look at the x-rays before telling you and worrying you all like that especially since I had some reservations at the results."
Teji stood there listening to what the doctor was telling her. "Wait, Dr. Harrison what results?"
"Somehow the x-ray films were stuck together. I did a re-examination and re-run the test again. Balraaj is fine. Did you not get the message?" the doctor inquired with surprise.
"What? Balraaj is fine?" Teji asked in disbelief.
"I called to apologize and to inform you but that day there was a constant busy signal so I called your son-in-law Prashant. He didn't tell you? I called three days ago," Dr. Harrison asked. "Hello? Mrs. Maan? Helloo?"
Teji stood there stunned at what the doctor had just told her. Gayatri noticed the odd look on her friend's face. "Teji are you all right? Did the doctor just say Balraaj is fine? Teji?" She didn't reply and walked straight into the dining room. Gayatri quickly followed her and was surprised by the arguing that was occurring in the room.
"These are lies," Prem shouted. "Prashant is the one that is lying."
"I'm lying? You are the one that is lying. All of this is just some feeble attempt to ruin this relation," Prashant said. "What proof do you have? You have no proof what-so-ever."
"That's right all lies." Everyone turned to see who had just entered into the conversation. Sanjana stood in the archway of the dining room with a confident smile on her face. Preet, Harman, Veera, Maya, Meher, and Ashlesha who were informed by Kunal of Sanjana's true nature glared at her suspiciously. "All lies and I have the proof," she said holding up her cell phone. "Proof of what Prashant has been trying to do."
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😲 Did I shock you guys? 😆 So, Sanjana is actually good? What will she say and how does it all end for Prashant? 😛
Chapter 54: Truth is Stranger than Fiction coming next week
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