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Chapters 9,10 &11...................Pg10.
Chapters 12&13 & 14..............Pg.11
Chapters 14&15 (yeah, 14 again! *rolls eyes*) ...................Pg12.
Chapters 16 &17..........Pg13.
Chapter 18....................Pg 14.
Chapters 19 & 20........Pg.15
Chapter 21...................Pg16
Chapter 22...................Pg17.
Chapter 23...................Pg18.
Chapter 24 & 25.........Pg19.
Chapter 26...................Pg.20
Chapter 27...................Pg 21.
Chapter 28 &29 .............................Pg22.
Chapter 30......................................Pg23.
Chapters 31&32 ...........................Pg23
Chapter 33,34 &35.................................... .Pg 24
Chapters 42,43,44......................................Pg25.
Chapter 45............................Pg26.
Chapter 49...........................................Pg.29
The tube station was packed as usual. 8.30 AM on a Tuesday . Heer was walking up the escalator brushing past the people standing along the right. Reaching the top she took a left turn towards the exit to the street. The man in front was striding through the swing doors and suddenly Heer was whacked in the face by a glass pane.
She just about managed to stay on her feet and could hear a few gasps. Holding a gloved hand to her face she nodded as best she could to everyone that she was fine and moved aside to stand against the wall. A concerned, slightly embarrassed face lingered in front of her, "I'm so sorry. I'm an idiot, I should have held the door open for you."
"well duh!" Heer thought. But said the opposite," No, really, it's not your fault."
"are you alright? Can I get you a cup of coffee? It's the least I can do."
Heer looked at him questioningly, he pointed outside," just a few doors down this way"
They walked out together, this time he held the door open and the cold February air hit them. The pavement was a mass of people walking at breakneck speed trying to get somewhere in a hurry and out of the cold. But Heer loved the frigid air. It hit her that she was walking with a stranger to go have coffee. He opened the door and held it, while she slipped past.
"I'm Heer Maan" she said, holding out her hand. "Prem Juneja" came the answer.
"What will you have?"
"a hot chocolate if that's ok."
"and I'll have a glass of water thanks." Prem smiled at the waitress who managed a weak smile in reply.
"It might snow today they said." Prem was trying to make Heer comfortable. Showing her to the table, waiting till she was seated. He felt stupid and hoped the embarrassment didn't show. Why did she look so calm and otherworldly? Was she suffering from concussion? Maybe he should insist that she get herself checked out by a doctor.
"You work somewhere here?" he asked bravely.
"Yes, down the road, at the Old Bailey"
"You're a lawyer?"
"hmm. A barrister."
"For the Crown?" Heer nodded.
Prem was starting to sweat. A lawyer who hardly spoke, who had just had a door slam in her face thanks to him, was now seated opposite him with the gravest pair of eyes he had ever seen."
He fidgeted and darted looks towards the waitress, willing her to hurry up. How long does a hot chocolate take? Finally they were served and Heer shifted her gaze to the scene outside. It had started to snow. Prem couldn't take his eyes off her and memorised her face. What was this? Fear or attraction? He couldn't tell, probably spellbinding was the right word. He gulped down his water while she sipped her chocolate, cupping her hands round to warm them. Suddenly those eyes looked at him and he hurriedly looked away.
"Thank you for the chocolate" "Not at all. The least I could do." Heer got up and before Prem could stand she leant down slightly and said, "I'm not really a barrister. I was just having a laugh."
Prem stopped breathing for a second and shot a surprised look at her. He thought he caught a slight hint of a smile. But those eyes were giving nothing away. Before he could react, she was gone and he sat there looking at the door. The waitress, who had no one else to serve watched him and wondered whether she had just witnessed a lover's tiff. Finally Prem got up to pay and walked out into the snow.
Heer was well ahead of him, walking at a brisk pace, snowflakes settling on her hair, her breath condensing. She was remembering that day at her aunt's place when she had been given a 'dose of common sense' and told to consider 'settling down'. She had hated that well planned ambush by her relatives. What did they think they would achieve? Surely they knew her better than to talk about arranged marriages. Her aunt even had a picture to show her. A picture of Prem Juneja.
Still walking, Heer got her gloves off, pulled her phone out and dialled. "Fari? You'll never believe what just happened'''"
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