First of all...the concept sucks...like ACTUALLY! But I still wanted to post it just because...*shrugs* Anyways the whole part about the country being under curfew or not? I don't know but it works in my story okay! 😛
He was coming home today. It had been five long months of separation for them but now he was coming. She looked down at her 9 month old daughter, playing with her noisey bear in the corner and smiled. Her daughter would finally spend time with her father again after all those months apart. Heer knew it didn't really matter to Chahat right now because she couldn't remember but Heer still wanted her to be with her father and now it would come true.
Prem had left for what was supposed to be
a month long business trip in Uganda but then riots broke out and the whole
country was under curfew until now.
"Heer didi!" Meher called as she walked
into the room. "Heer didi, aap yahaan hain? Kaisi hain meri gudiya?" Meher bent
down and picked up her adorable niece. She kept cooing her while Heer just
watched.
"Abhi se practice ho rahi hain?" She smiled at Meher.
Meher smiled and shook her head. "Di, aap
bhi na? Abhi to bahot mahine baaki hain,"
"Pata hain," Heer touched Meher's cheek.
"Practice aachi hoti hain."
Chahat cooed for attention and Heer
smiled as she stood up and walked to the window for the fourth time in an hour.
"Aap bahot khush ho na?" Meher asked.
Heer turned and nodded. "Paanch mahine ho chuke hain Meher. Aur phone pe bhi baatein kahan hoti thi?"
"Preet kuch kehta nahi hain lekin mujhe pata hain ke woh kitna khush hain," Meher added. "Woh subha sehi itna excited hain. Isiliye to main yahaan aagayi," she laughed. "Flight kitne baje kit hi?"
"8 baje," Heer told her as she turned
back to the window.
"Di, main thodi der Chahat ko lejao?" Meher asked, holding Chahat close to her.
Heer nodded. "Le jao,"
Meher left the room cradling Chahat while Heer stared at the moon through the rain again.
Aaoge Jab Tum O Saajana
Angana Phool Khilenge
Her mind could still not focus on the
fact that Prem was coming back. Her husband was coming back.
Barsega Saawan, Barsega Saawan
Jhoom Jhoomke
The phone rings in the living room and
Vikas goes to answer it. "Hello? Hello? Aap kaun bol rahe hain? Hello?"
Kulraj shakes her head and takes the phone. "Hello?" She waits for a few seconds before the expression on her face changes. "Kya? Sach? Pre--Prem!"
Hearing that Heer drops the plate she was
holding and rushes to the phone. "Hello?"
"He--Heer, main aaraha hoon."
His voice was still the same, passionate
and intense no matter how far away he
was. She could only utter one word. "Kab?"
"Kal," He replies in a happier tone. "Mujhe tumhari bahot yaad aarahi hain."
"Mujhe bhi," Heer was holding the phone
with both of her hands, afraid that if she let go he'd fade away again.
"Meri Chahat ko meri taraf se gaale lega
lena, aaj aakhri bar meri taraf se. Kal se main wahan honga,"
Heer smiled as she put the phone back on the receiver after saying bye. He was coming back; to the family he left behind.
Anjaane Hi Tere Naino Ne Waade Kiye Kayi Saare Hai
Saanson Ki Lay Madham Chalein, Tose Gaye Barasega Saawan
"Heer!" She turned as she heard a voice call her from downstairs. "Jaldi aao!"
The voice sounded frantic and that scared her. Tighting her grip on the banister she rushed down the stairs only to see Ma and Bauji crying and holding each other tightly. This situation felt too familiar--like the last time Prem was supposed to come back from somewhere.
"Kya hua?" She asked Harman who was standing at the door.
She took in her surroundings and saw everyone in the room crying silently, but Meher was nowhere to be seen. She was probably with Chahat. Good keep her away from all of this,
"Maya, please mujhe batao?" Heer went to
Maya and shook her shoulders. "Kuch to baat hain jo aap sab mujhe nahin bata
rahe."
She could hear the rain beat down faster
on the room as she went from person to person. "Aap sab ro kyun rahe hain? Prem
aata hoga. And he hates it when we're sad,"
"Pr--Prem nahin aayega," Gayatri uttered between sobs.
"Ma aap? Yeh kya keh rahi hain? Aapko to pata hai pichli baar kitni muskhil se--" She couldn't say anything else with that. She didn't want to remember it again. This situation was much too similar to that time.
"Bhabhi," Preet rushed into the house
then and he was drenching wet.
"Kya hua Preet? Aur Prem? Woh kahan
hain?" Heer walked towards the door only to be held back by Maya and Preet.
"Nahin bhabhi,"
"Preet?" She shook her head waiting for answers.
"Bhabhi woh--" Maya started.
"Jaane do usse," Gayatri spoke again. "Usse dekhna parega," She sobbed again holding her husband's kurta to shield her tears.
Heer broke away from their grip and
walked out into the drenching rain.
Barsega Saawan Jhoom Jhoomke, Do Dil Aise Milenge
Aaoge Jab Tum Ho Saajana, Angana Phool Khilenge
It felt different this time. It wasn't welcoming like it always was--there was sadness in this rain. As if it was sympathizing with the pain she was about to feel.
As she walked outside she saw a white
ambulance near the house and she rushed to it.
A hand grasped her shoulder and she saw Harman and Preet on either side of her, supporting her steps towards the ambulance. "Pre--Preet? Kya?"
"Bhabhi--bhaiyya," Preet said softly.
Heer couldn't hear anything anymore. Her
emotions had left her body. All she saw was her husband lying on the white
stretcher that was a little out of the ambulance. The rain was lightly hitting
his forehead and she rushed to shield him.
"Prem! PREM! Utho! Dekho na? Bearish ho rahi hain? Tum--tumhe baarish aachi lagit hain na? Chalo! Utho!"
"Bhabhi," Harman and Preet both tried
taking her away but she wouldn't budge.
Her Prem was coming home to her tonight.
What had happened? God couldn't be so cruel to this family; for the second
time? They couldn't handle it again. And Chahat? What would Heer say to her
when she got older? She didn't have a father because the taxi he was arriving
in had been in accident? What could she possibly tell her daughter that would
help her understand? Heer could only sit there in the rain and cry. The rain blended
in with her tears and she could almost see the red sindoor from her forehead
being washed out of her life just like her husband.....
A gust of wind came then and Heer shuddered; it carried her Prem with it. He was now one with the wind never to come back to her again.....
Sapnon Ka Jahaan Hoga Kela Kela Barasega Saawan
Barsega Saawan Jhoom Jhoomke, Do Dil Aise Milenge
So? 😳 *hides face* I don't think there was enough impact in it...😳 But still hpe you all liked it! 😃
Love,
Meera😳
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