He didn't know what he was going to do, how he would justify his presence, what he would say, but Prem Juneja knew that it was now or never. He still couldn't get her face out of his head. My Heer. My beautiful Heer.
Being human, he'd committed a mistake. Could he really be blamed for being taken advantage of in an intoxicated state? He didn't even remember a thing about the night.
To him, unfaithfulness was a big deal just as it was for Heer. If he could be hurt just by picturing Heer with another man…how would Heer have felt seeing Ashlesha in that room…
Prem shook his head, hoping to erase the disturbing image from his memory. He quickly pulled up in front of the hotel, throwing his keys at the doorman as he ran inside to the sangeet venue.
***
The sangeet was in full swing, with Yuvraaj sneaking a glance at someone from behind a pillar. The adoration in his eyes…Prem swallowed the lump in his throat and followed his gaze.
There she stood…looking even more heavenly below the intense lighting of the hall. She looked pure and innocent…but for another man. Even the thought of this brought on a shudder.
Rooted in his spot, he clutched the nearby pillar to regain his strength.
"HEYY MAN!" Prem inwardly groaned as Yuvraaj playfully punched him. As sweet as this guy may be...I wish that was me punching him. A real one at that.
Smiling, Prem decided to stick with complimenting him first. "Looking like a demure groom"
Yuvraaj laughed loudly and patted Prem on his back. "Demure groom my ***. Here, lets get some drinks"
Before being pulled away, Prem threw one last glance towards Heer, just to notice her walking away. "Yuvraaj, you go, I'll follow you. I've umm got to talk with the manager about something"
"Sure"
As soon as Yuvraaj was out of sight, Prem quickly ran across the room to follow Heer.
She was headed towards the ladies room. Crap. Prem sprinted forward but soon a swarm of sari-clad girls were in front of him, also heading to the bathroom. Lagta hai poora gossip circle ladies room main jaraha hai. He growled in anger, turning away and walking back towards the venue.
His phone began ringing, so he quickly found a quiet place to attend the call.
"Hello?"
"Maa has been trying to call you." Preet's cold tone stabbed at Prem's heart.
"Preet…Heer"
There was a pause on the line as Preet took a deep breath.
"That's all I have to say" He began to drop the phone when he heard the scream…
"PREET! LISTEN!! Heer…in DELHI..Preet she's here. She's getting married Preet" Prem's voice cracked.
"Where are you?" Preet asked, his voice faltering.
"Delhi International, our new hotel"
Preet grunted as he hung up the phone and got up to dress. He better not be hallucinating.
***
The loud dhol and decorations definitely pointed at a wedding-related event. Preet ran up to the receptionist and asked for his brother.
"Mr. Juneja just walked out a few minutes ago." Still groggy, Preet stifled a yawn and half-glared at the door before walking towards it.
Halfway there, he quickly ran back to the receptionist, "And who's wedding is it?"
"Sir, the hall was booked by Heer Juneja"
Heer Juneja. She'd kept her name. Preet stared in wonder at the name in front of him.
"Any problem sir?"
"No, no problem" Preet shook his head and took out his cell phone, calling Meher. As he punched in the numbers, he felt something around his feet.
He quickly looked down to notice the little hands that clutched his leg. Rubbing his eyes, he looked down again. First, I get a call from Prem that he saw Heer. Now, I see his duplicate…in the form of a little kid, tugging at me.
"Uncle. Please mujhe chupaiye."
"Kyun, police tumhare peeche pari hai?" Preet asked sarcastically.
"Nahin uncle, meri mumma hai. Please hide me, please"
Unable to resist the little girl's pout, Preet quickly grabbed her arm and ducked behind a sofa with her.
"CHAHAT! CHAHAT!" came the frantic yell, followed by footsteps.
"Tum Chahat ho?" Preet whispered.
The girl nodded. "Tum apni mumma sai kyun hide kar rahi ho?"
"Wohh, mere Yuvraaj mamoo hai na, unnohne mere liye bohot saari chocolates laayi hai…par mumma nay dekhliya…aur who mujhay chocolate nahin khanay dayengi"
Her whimper reminded him of his daughter Gungun. God I miss her already.
"Okay, ek deal kartay hain. Tum mujhay aik chocolate doh, aur main tumhari mumma ko manaa loonga."
Eyes wide, the girl asked, "Pakka?"
"Pakka"
Chahat sneakily pulled out a half-melted chocolate bar from her cute handbag, which matched with her little lehenga dress. "You're the best!"
She suddenly threw her arms around Preet and gave him a tight hug. Preet gave her a sweet smile and lightly pulled away.
He had just stood up when he heard the frantic voice behind him.
"Excuse me! Meri beti! Meri beti kahin kho gayi hai!"
The receptionist tried calming her down, "Ma'am, maine toh kissi bachi ko yahan nahin dekha, aap please usko describe karein"
"Bohot chotti hai woh. Sirf 6 saal ki. Red/Orange lehenga pehna hai. Chahat naam hai uska. Chahat Juneja"
The last words shocked Preet to the core. He stared at the little girl, unwrapping her chocolate. Chahat Juneja. Prem's carbon copy. Prem's daughter.
"Aapki beti yahan hai…" He turned around, his eyes meeting Heer's. "Bhabi."
Heer's eyes widened. "Preet?"
Preet held his tears back as he mustered a smile. "Well, at least you didn't forget me"
Heer looked from Preet to Chahat. "Chahat, meri bachi!" She hugged her daughter, looking away from Preet.
"Bhabi, where were you all these years? And Chahat? You didn't tell us about our own blood?"
"Chahat Prem ki beti nahin hai" Heer clenced her teeth.
"Phir uska naam Juneja –kyun "
"HEER! Dulhan aarahi hai!"
Heer wiped the slight tears around her eyes. "I have to go Preet."
She began to walk away. "Meher is well. She misses you a lot…We have a daughter too…"
Heer stopped, the tears threatening to sting at her eyes again. She turned around. "Mujhe pata tha tum use khush rakhoge Preet"
" "Does Prem bhai know about Chahat?"
"NO!" Heer's eyes raised in alarm. "Preet. Yeh Prem ki beti nahin hai. Aur tum usko iskay baarein main kuch nahi bataoge. Tumhe…tumhe Meher ki kasam"
Preet tried to protest but Heer grabbed his arm and gave him a pleading glance.
When someone called her name from the sangeet hall, she quickly walked away, her daughter safely in her arms.
Preets eyes stayed glued on Chahat. His little niece. She was now staring at him, chocolate on her face, waving at him.
He blew her a kiss. The little girl giggled in her mother's arms, blowing one back.
Preet smiled. That image of hers would never leave his memory
"Bauji. Everything happens for a reason. India was waiting for you. Your granddaughter was waiting for you….and now. Now I'm going to bring this part of India to you. I'm going to bring the oldest granddaughter of the Juneja's home, where she belongs. No matter what her parents say."
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Blahh that was soooooo cheesy. ESPECIALLY THE LAST PARAGRAPH. Like I didn't know how to end it 😆😆😆
This is all due to the persuasion by Sanya
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