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Chapter 68: The
Art of Making Up
Veera
slowly walked through the doorway following the rest of the contestants in the
design contest. She was cautiously
optimistic about her chances but was preparing herself for the worst. She could see that everyone was just as
anxious and jittery over the judges' decision.
In the next few minutes someone's life was about to change. Veera glanced over to the judges' table and
saw them quietly discussing something at the last second. Duncan James was talking to Nihaal who was
simply nodding his head as if he was receiving important instructions on what
was going to occur next. Her eyes
followed Nihaal as he walked away retreating into a corner of the room where
some other design contest staffers were standing. He was wearing a simple black suit. She thought it complemented him well and that
he looked quite handsome. Veera paused
for second unable to believe that she had actually thought Nihaal was looking
handsome. She shifted her eyes away in
her own strange attempt to deny what her mind had stated, Nihaal looked
handsome. She took a deep breath as the
judges began to settle back down in their seats. She then spotted her cousin Jyoti entering
the room and walking across the way behind the judge's table to where Nihaal
was standing. They exchanged greetings
with big smiles on their faces. Veera
couldn't help but feel a strange tug in her heat at their closeness. She couldn't understand why she was feeling
this way. Jyoti could make friends with
whomever she wanted and Nihaal the same.
It wasn't like Nihaal was her friend first. And there it was again an accidental slip of
the mind. Since when was Nihaal her
friend? What ownership did she have over
him? Jyoti was probably more of a friend
to him than she ever was. Veera was torn
from her thoughts when Duncan James stood up from where he was sitting and
addressed the contestants. It was the
usually pep-talk, praising of talent, and wishing everyone good luck type of
speech. Veera could hear the contestants
standing on the stage all take a collective breath with her as they each
individually prayed that their name would be called.
"Amanda
Luca," Duncan announced. "You are the
winner! Congratulations!" Everyone in the room started clapping for the
winner as she stood in mild shock that her name had actually been
announced. Veera smiled and warmly
placed her hands on her shoulder giving her a gentle push to go and accept her
award and shake Duncan's hand.
"Oh
My God..." Amanda gushed. "Really?"
"Yes,
really. Congratulations...you'll be
working with me on my new line," Duncan chuckled.
Eventually
all the other contestants made their way out of the room as the contest had
come to a close. Veera trudged along
with a disappointed feeling of having lost something important. She was so close to seeing a dream of hers
coming true and when it didn't it stung her heart. She wandered over to a sitting area and sat
down feeling a bit sorry for herself.
"Can
I buy you lunch?"
Veera
looked up to see Nihaal standing next to her.
She stared at him unable to respond.
Nihaal sighed and sat down. He
looked straight ahead at the window taking in the view of the other office
buildings and complexes that surrounded the area. "I was thinking Italian. I know a great place from here. Better pizza than the one we had last time."
"But
what about Jyoti?" Veera found herself suddenly asking.
Nihaal
flexed his eyebrows at her question and then smiled. "She's doing an interview with Duncan and
Amanda."
"Oh,"
Veera replied feeling stupid that she had asked that question to him. She wondered if he thought she was being
childish. She could have sworn she
sounded a bit jealous.
Nihaal
rose to his feet and adjusted his suit jacket.
"Come on..." His tone wasn't the
usual soft spoken one. There was an
underlining authoritative command in his statement.
Veera
glance up at him with surprise. This
behavior of his was something she never would have expected. Whenever they interacted, she was usually
yelling at him and he would good heartedly take it and let her in some ways
walk all over him. She found herself
automatically getting up from the chair and following him to the elevators.
Nihaal
hit the G1 button in the elevator and waited patiently for it to descend to
garage one. When the elevator doors
opened he walked down the parking aisle to a black Lexus sedan. He opened the passenger door for Veera before
walking to the driver side and getting in himself. He gently backed the car out of its parking
space and drove out onto the street.
"Mind if I play some music?" he asked.
"It's
your car...I mean...sure," Veera replied.
Nihaal
grinned at her attempt to be civil with him and pushed the CD button. The car soon filled with the jazzy-blues
music of John Mayer. Veera spent her time
staring out the passenger window watching the scenery pass by her. After a few minutes she suddenly spoke
up. "I never knew you had a car."
"You
assumed I just walked, rode the subway, or took cabs everywhere?" Nihaal joked.
"No,
I didn't mean it like that..."
"And
I didn't mean it like that either..." Nihaal corrected realizing she hadn't
gotten that he was just joking around.
"Yes, I have a car. I don't
always drive it into the city. The
traffic here is horrible...not to mention the hassle of trying to find a parking
space."
"The
traffic is bad," Veera replied.
The
rest of the car ride was spent in silence except for the musical singing coming
from the stereo. Thirty five minutes
later Nihaal was handing over his keys and paying someone to park the car in
their outdoor parking lot. He motioned
for Veera to follow him and they quickly crossed the street. They walked a few blocks down the road before
entering a nice little Italian pizza parlor.
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"What's
the matter you don't like the pizza here?" Nihaal asked as he softly chewed. They had been quietly sitting ever since they
came into the restaurant. He didn't want
to pressure Veera into some sort of conversation but eventually he couldn't
take the awkward silence any longer and finally decided to speak up.
"No,
it's great. You were right it does taste
better than the one we ate at last time," Veera answered.
Nihaal
took a sip of his soda and wiped his hands with a napkin. "I know I don't have much fashion sense but
for what it's worth I thought you had the best design...and I know it sucks right
now but things will get better I promise.
When one door closes another opens...God never leaves us in the dark for
long."
Veera
glanced up and gave a soft grin. It was
something her brother Prem would have said.
"Thanks Nihaal."
"You
do realize if you continue eating this slowly I'll end up finishing the entire pizza
by myself...and I can do it too...don't think I can't," he challenged. Veera let out a chuckle making him smile
brightly. "I actually got you to laugh
instead of shouting at me for once, wow!"
"Shut
up! I don't always shout at you!" Veera
protested.
Nihaal
just laughed, "Right, so you were saying..."
Veera
scrunched up her nose and pouted. "I
don't."
"All
right you don't. Just half the time you
do," Nihaal teased.
"Why
do you always do that? I think sometimes
you try to push my buttons on purpose," Veera replied.
"Buttons? I didn't realize you had buttons on you."
Veera
sighed and shook her head at his silliness.
"You really are something Nihaal."
"Thanks. I'll take that as a compliment," he
grinned.
Veera
felt a strange tingling sensation form in the middle of her palms as she noted
how nice his smile was. She immediately
shifted her eyes away and stared down at her plate wondering what was wrong
with her. Why was she suddenly noticing
all these things about him? He had
laughed and smiled in front of her before and it didn't affect her one bit but
today it was different. She took a bite
of her pizza and sat there berating herself for thinking of such stupid things.
"You
okay?" Nihaal asked.
"Why
do you keep asking that?"
"You
turned all silent on me again," Nihaal replied.
"So
I have to keep talking to make you feel that I'm okay?" Veera asked.
"Something
like that...it's a bit boring to be sitting her and not talking...don't you
think. Anyways, it will help keep your
mind off of things," Nihaal reasoned.
"Okay...what
do you use to brush your teeth?" Veera inquired rather randomly.
Nihaal
arched his eyebrow at her. "Like most
people...I use a toothbrush and toothpaste.
Why? Something wrong with my
teeth? Should I go to the dentist?"
"Oh
no...it's just your teeth are really white that's all," Veera replied feeling a
bit idiotic at her question.
"You
had me worried there for a minute," Nihaal replied. Their conversation was soon interrupted by
his cell phone. "Hello? Oh hey Joyti...yeah, we're having lunch right
now. Pizza...yup at the place we went to
last time...Dominic's..."
Veera
felt her stomach suddenly do a bizarre flip.
The very mention of her cousin's name was sending unpleasant vibes within
her. She kept wondering what happened
the last time Nihaal and Joyti came to the pizza parlor. She forced a smiled when Nihaal hung up the
phone and looked at her. "Joyti's coming
over and joining us for lunch."
"Oh...that's
great," Veera answered with fake excitement.
She then contemplated for a brief second, "So does that mean this pizza
is yours and we should get another one?"
Nihaal
burst into laughter at her comment. "Don't
worry...I think she's going to get pasta.
She always does. This pizza is
safe."
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Meher
sat in the middle of her room at the townhouse doing some cleaning. She was separating her clothes into three
piles; keep, throw away, and donate. She
was amazed at the amount of things she had collected in the one year she had
lived in Canada. She had purposely run
over to the townhouse to clean so she didn't have to see Preet. She knew she was being stupid and she could
hear Ashlesha's voice nagging her in her head that she needed to go talk to
Preet instead of hiding in the townhouse.
She sighed when she heard the doorbell ring interrupting her work. She came down the stairs expecting to see her
parents because they were the only people she had told what she was doing
today. Her eyes widen when she saw
through the peep hole that it was Preet.
She turned her back to the door and nervously put her hands to her mouth
wondering what she should do. A part of
her wanted to runaway and the other part knew she had to face him sooner or
later. She took a deep breath and opened
the door.
"Hi,"
Preet simply greeted. His eyes roamed
about afraid of making eye contact with her for too long. "Um, can I come in? Please?"
Meher
nodded, "Sure."
"You're
parents told me you were at the townhouse cleaning out your closet," Preet
explained.
"Yes. I'm separating my clothes out...throwing away
the really old ones...keeping the ones I really wear...and anything left over I'll
probably donate," Meher replied.
"That's
really great...sounds like you have a system.
Maybe I should do that too. I'm
sure I have some things in my closet that I don't really wear anymore that are
still good and could be donated," Preet said trying to make conversation.
"Do
you want something to drink?" Meher offered as she walked towards the kitchen.
"Um,
Pepsi? If you have any left...or water is
fine," Preet replied as he followed her.
He found it so strange that they were acting like complete
strangers. He use to make himself at
home whenever he came over to the townhouse, but now he was being polite and
requesting for something to drink.
Meher
handed him a can of Pepsi while she took out a bottle of iced tea. Preet lifted the tab on the can and cracked
it open while Meher twisted the cap on her bottle open. They both glanced up at each other and then
shifted their eyes away and took a sip of their drinks. The awkward silence in the room was almost
deafening. Meher took a deep breath forcing
herself to take the challenge and opened her mouth to say what she needed to
say. Preet turned his head back and
faced Meher straight on looking at her to do what he needed to do. "I'm sorry," they both blurted out at the
same time. Their faces broke out into
tiny half grins amused by their timing.
"I'm
really sorry Meher. I didn't realize...I
didn't know," Preet rambled. "I'll be a
lot better next time. If you aren't
comfortable with the parties...we can do other things. I guess I'm so use to it that I didn't see
that it was bothering you."
"I'm
sorry too Preet. I should have talked to
you about it before but I didn't and instead I started yelling at you at the
party. And I don't think you're an
alcoholic...I know you never go over your limit..." Meher replied.
"No,
if you don't like me drinking than I won't touch the stuff again," Preet said.
"No
Preet, that wasn't the point of what I was telling you," Meher said shaking her
head. "I don't want you making promises
like that. I don't want to force you to
change."
"You're
not forcing me Meher. I know I get a bit
touchy-feely when I have a few in me and I don't want you thinking I'm flirting
with girls or have other people assume I'm flirting with them. I'll be more careful about what I say or
maybe say nothing at all," Preet replied.
"That's
not the point I was trying to make. I
don't want you to feel like you can't be yourself," Meher said calmly looking
at him. "I guess what I'm trying to say
is to think a bit...realize I'm part of this relationship too."
Preet
put his Pepsi can on the counter and tenderly cupped her cheek. "I'm lucky to have someone like you in my
life. I'll try my best...think a little
before I act. And about the drinking...two
drinks is my limit...no more than that.
Agreed?"
"Agreed,"
Meher said giving a soft smile.
Preet
grinned brightly. "Thanks."
"For
what?"
"For
being who you are. Don't ever change
that," Preet answered. His eyes sparkled
in happiness when she leaned towards him and gave him a hug. "So did we just survive our first real
fight?"
"Yes,
I think we did," Meher replied into his chest.
Preet
tightly his hold on her and effortlessly said, "I love you." Meher lifted her head in surprise to hear him
so those words to her. They had been
dating for awhile and they both knew that they cared a lot for each other but
neither one of them had openly said those words to each other. "I love you Meher," he repeated again making
sure she had heard him. The awestruck
look in her eyes was a bit nerve-racking for him to see. "I just want you to know that. No matter what...if I do something stupid again
or whatever happens...I want you know that you have my heart. I belong to you...so I don't want you to worry
about other people. You're beautiful
inside and out...the care you've shown to my family, the way your eyes sparkle
when I mention the word buffet, the crazy and brilliant ideas you get, your
laughter, your smile...these are just some of the things I love about you."
"Preet..."
Meher uttered in gently shock.
He
smiled tenderly as he wiped away some tears that had fallen from her eyes. "I must have done something right to have you
in my life."
"I
must have done something right too," Meher replied and hugged him tightly. "You're the best."
"Don't
go saying that. We just made up from a
fight that I caused," Preet answered.
Meher
shook her head as she slipped her head back down from his shoulder to look him
in the eye. "You've always been by my
side helping me, you take care of me, you make me laugh...you make me happy. And I know you have so much to give. I can see it...in your own way you're trying
and I really appreciate that. Don't
compare yourself to others...I'm not dating them...I'm dating you...I'm with you and
you'll all that I need." Preet nodded
his head understanding the subtlety of her words. She was telling him not to compare their relationship
with Prem and Heer's or Harman and Maya's relationship or allow others to
question the relationship they had with each other.
Preet
gently leaned his head closer to Meher's to seal a loving kiss on her
lips. They stood there for a few minutes
enjoying the sensation and celebrating them overcoming this hurdled that had entered
in their relationship. When the kiss
finally broke Meher shyly looked into Preet's warm eyes and said, "I love you
too Preet." He grinned widely at her
declaration. He wasn't really expecting
a response from her because it was just something natural that he had felt in
his heart and the reason why he let those words float out of his mouth. But even still, hearing those words from her
made him feel ecstatic that she felt the same way about him as he did about
her.
"I
love you," Preet simply repeated and gave her another kiss.
Meher
melted in Preet's embrace thinking about what people usually said about
fighting and making up. The best thing
about fighting was the making up and indeed it was she thought. When the kiss naturally broke, they shyly
looked at each other with grins on their faces over their declaration of
love. It was another step they were taking
in their relationship that was beginning to pave the way into something more
serious down the road. It was too soon
to start jumping at the word marriage but at least they knew they were
committed to each other.
"So,
need any help with cleaning the closet?" Preet asked.
"I
think I'll be fine actually," Meher replied.
"It
will go a lot faster with two people...you can dress up and I can give you my
opinion," Preet suggested.
"Am
I hearing this correctly? Are you asking
for a fashion show?" Meher gasped.
"Where are Veera and Maya around when I need them? They'll never let you live this down if they
heard what you just said."
"That's
why it's only going to be between you and me right?" Preet asked in panic. "I just meant if you had trouble deciding
what you wanted to keep...you could ask me...you know or like show it to me."
Meher
laughed, "Oh they are going to get a kick out of this. I'm calling Veera now..."
"Meher!"
Preet yelled as she ran away from him giggling.
"I
have to call her anyways to find out if she won the design contest or not,"
Meher replied as Preet chased her around the house.
"Ahahah!"
Preet shouted triumphantly as he succeeded in getting the house phone away from
Meher's hands.
"You
go and babysit that phone while I use my cell phone," Meher said as she quickly
ran up the stairs and into her room locking it shut.
Preet
stared at the cordless phone in his hand and realized he had been tricked. She was planning on using her cell phone all
along and had just used the cordless landline phone as a distraction. "Meher!" he hollered and ran upstairs.
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Harman
gently held the hand linked with his arm and smiled while the hostess walked
him and Maya to their table. "Your
server will be with you shortly. Enjoy."
"Thank
you," Harman replied. He looked at his
companion and shook his head, "What did I tell you?"
"Not
to think and just enjoy tonight," Maya repeated.
"Exactly. So don't do it. I set up this whole night for us to forget
about what's been going on and for use to spend some time together and enjoy
ourselves. We're not going to think
about our troubles." Harman said.
Maya
gave a soft nodded and tiny half grin, "You're right Harman. I really enjoyed the movie tonight."
"I
did too." He then saw Maya gasped as a
thought entered her mind. "Maya, what
did I tell you?"
"No,
it's not that. I just realized Veera has
been home for two days and I haven't even gone over and visited her. I'm such a horrible friend. How is she holding up? I only talked to her briefly the day the results
were announced for the design contest...that was a week ago."
"You're
not a horrible friend. You've been busy
with things your Dad has been asking you to do for him...and your mind has been
preoccupied with our situation," Harman replied. "And to tell you the truth we didn't find out
about the contest results from Veera...she never called home. It was Meher who found out. Veera doesn't really want to talk about
it. Ma's been giving her pep talks and
curiously enough Nihaal has been calling and checking up on her."
"Nihaal
has been calling?" Maya asked her eyes sparking with wonder. "What have I've been missing?"
Harman
laughed at her remark and was about to elaborate when their waiter came to take
their order. They quickly placed their
orders with the waiter who informed them he would be out with their drinks and
complimentary basket of breadsticks soon.
Once the waiter had left Maya looked at Harman with great interest. "So?
What happened?"
"Well,
it's not as exciting as you're making it out to be. Nihaal calls his parents to check up on
them...you know Balraaj Uncle is still getting monitored by the hospital...he's
health is getting better day by day. I
think they are thinking about moving back to India once Prem Bhaiya and Heer
Bhabhi come back from their honeymoon."
"Awww,
I'm sure Heer and Meher are going to miss having them around. And Nihaal too...I mean he's been away from them
for so long. Even though he lives in New
York at least it isn't too far from Canada.
He can easily catch a flight and be there in the same day to go and
visit them," Maya said.
"Yeah,
I know. New York to Canada is a lot
closer than New York to India. But I
think Uncle doesn't want to be a burden to my parents. Of course Bauji doesn't mind and tells him
he's spouting nonsense," Harman said.
"Well, anyways during his conversations with his parents he always asks
if Veera is doing well."
"So
Nihaal is interested in Veera?" Maya asked with excitement in her voice.
"I
don't know. I wanted to get your take on
it. Yesterday Veera was actually talking
on the phone with Nihaal and then he asked if he could speak with his
mother. So, Veera handed her cell phone
over to Teji Auntie...and I guess that's what sparked the interest. Preet as usually started poking around and
Veera was like he likes Jyoti," Harman explained.
"What? Your cousin?
How did she get involved in all of this?" Maya inquired. "Oh the things I've been missing. I need to speak with Veera and get down to
the bottom of this."
"But
I just told you what happened," Harman replied a bit pouty that she was
disregarding what he had told her.
"I
can't determine if Nihaal likes her or not by that. I mean he could very well have been talking
to her about the contest...maybe some rules about the designs that she saw or
she's under a gag order and can't divulge who won until Duncan James makes an
official announcement...you know all this business stuff. And his concern could be because his sister
is married to her big brother...and if he is interested in Jyoti then it would
make sense for him to be concern about what is going on in the family," Maya
reasoned.
"Wow,
I never thought about it that way. Well,
I don't think Veera likes him," Harman replied.
"What
makes you say that?" Maya asked. They
paused their conversation again as the waiter brought them their drinks and the
basket of bread. They politely thanked
the waiter and returned to the conversation.
"She's
always yelling at him," Harman said.
"She
yells at you and Preet...though I've never seen her really yell at Prem," Maya
mused.
"We
are her brothers after all. Nobody yells
at Prem Bhaiya because he's older than us...while except for Kulraj Di...cause
she's the eldest and can get away with it."
"Veera
yells at you two because you are always teasing her and pushing her
buttons...which is something Nihaal loves to do. I wonder if it's just a brotherly automatic
reaction he does or something more...you know how boys act during grade
school...you tease the one you like," Maya said.
"Tease
the one you like? I don't see Nihaal
being one of those types of guys. He
comes off quite mature," Harman replied.
"Well,
either way this is something I'm going to get down to the bottom with...I'll
figure this little mystery out," Maya promised.
"You'll
have your chance very soon. Preet and
Meher have been talking about taking a weekend trip to our cabin in the woods,"
Harman said. "Meher is trying to
convince her brother to join us."
"A
weekend trip? Who's going?"
"Well,
Preet, Meher, you and me of course, and Veera so far. Preet and Meher are trying to get Nihaal to
come and they are talking to Ash to see if she has any free time...and I think Kunal
has been invited...and possible Sang and his girlfriend," Harman answered.
"Sounds
like a lot of fun. I can't wait...though
I've never really been camping before.
Are we going to be all authentic and everything?"
"We're
going to be staying at the cabin so no hardcore camping is going to be taking
place unless you really want to," Harman said.
"We've done it before and let's just say something always happens to
somebody. We'll probably set up some
tents in the back yard and do a semi-camping type of thing."
"Either
way I can't wait. A weekend away from
everything...fantastic!" Maya gushed.
Harman smiled and slowly inched his hand over to her side of the table. "Harman..."
"No
harm...it's just hand holding," he simply replied as he held firmly onto her
delicate hand.
They
continued to chat about this and that as they waited for the waiter to bring
them their food. It wasn't long before
their meals were delivered and they ate happily. Maya was laughing at a funny story that
Harman had told when she suddenly caught to her surprise her father entering
the restaurant. Her eyes immediately
clouded over. "Daddy..."
Harman
turned his head and saw that Vinay Bindar was talking to some business
associate of his as a hostess guided them to their seats. "Don't worry Maya...he hasn't said we can't
date. He just doesn't approve."
"But
still..." Maya murmured. She then looked
in alarm as Harman got up from the table.
"Where are you going?"
"To
go greet your father. It's the polite
thing to do," Harman explained as he walked away from the table.
"Wait
for me," Maya said and quickly followed him.
Vinay
turned his head with surprise at seeing his daughter with Harman. His face turned firm but he refrained from
speaking any harsh words. "Hello."
"Hello
Mr. Bindar," Harman greeted.
"Hello
Daddy...Sanjay Uncle," Maya greeted.
"Maya
it has been a long time...my, you have grown," Sanjay replied. "I remember when you use to play at our
house. Vicky's in town you know. Just came back from a project he was doing in
London. You should come stop by and
visit."
"Haa,
Uncle I'll do that," Maya politely answered.
"Who
is this fine young man you're with?" Sanjay asked. He then looked at Harman and stretched out
his hand, "Sanjay D'Souza."
"Harman
Juneja," he replied shaking his hand firmly.
"Juneja? You wouldn't happen to be related to Lalit
Juneja would you?"
"Yes
sir, he's my father," Harman answered.
Sanjay
chuckled and then addressed Vinay. "Nice
to see two business men who butt heads in the business field playing nicely
with each other off the field...allowing their children to see one another...who
would have thought." Vinay simply made a
grumbling noise in response to his friend's comment. "Well, don't want to take any time away from
your fun...go back and finish your dinner.
We old folks have some catching up to do."
Maya
and Harman politely nodded and went back to their table. "See that wasn't so bad."
"I
guess," Maya replied with a sense of relief.
"Oh
no..."
Now
it was Maya's turn to see what was terrifying her boyfriend. "What?"
"Bauji
and Ma? What are they doing here?" Harman gawked.
"It
looks like they came to eat dinner," Maya said.
"But...why? They usually eat at home...why? Where is the rest of the family?" Harman
sputtered in disbelief. "This is going
to be bad if our fathers see each other."
"Maybe
the hostess will put them on the opposite sides of the room," Maya said with
wishful thinking.
"Oh
no...Ma just saw us...their walking over here," Harman said with a pale face.
"Let's
go meet them so they don't see," Maya suggested and quickly walked forward.
"So
Harman has brought you here to eat I see," Gayatri smiled. "I don't like much Western food but I do like
this restaurant very much."
"Haa
Auntie...the food here is very delicious," Maya said.
"Bauji
what are you doing here?" Harman asked nervously.
"I
can't take my wife out to eat? I need permission
now from my own children?" Lalit asked with a chuckle. He politely nodded his head at Maya acknowledging
her presence but made no effort to speak with her. Harman stood like a statue wondering what he
should do next. "Son, you're blocking
the hostess who is trying to take us to our table."
"How
about that table over there? I think the
view there is quite nice," Harman suggested pointing to a table tucked in the
corner away from Maya's father's table.
"What's
wrong with our table?" Gayatri innocently required.
"Let
the hostess takes us were we should be seated.
There is a system they have and there is a reason why they use it,"
Lalit explained to Harman.
"This
way please," the hostess smiled and started walking again. She was leading them to a table a few feet
away from Vinay Bindar and his friend.
Harman
panicked and glanced over at Maya making faces as to what they were going to
do. She shrugged her shoulders and then
thought of something when she saw a waiter come by with a pitcher of water. She quickly pushed Harman who stumbled
forward knocking the waiter who then knocked Lalit. Unfortunately, the result wasn't what she had
attended. Because of the force and
timing water spilled out and ended up splashing on her father, Sanjay, Lalit,
and Harman. They were now right in front
of the vary table they didn't want them to be.
"I'm
so sorry," the waiter apologized profusely.
"It's
all right...it's just water nothing major," Sanjay good heartedly responded. "I didn't get too wet."
"Watch
where you are going Harman," Lalit sternly spoke.
"Sorry
Bauji...I tripped over my shoe lace," Harman said quickly apologizing. He then bowed his head at Sanjay and
Vinay. "I'm so sorry."
"I
should have known something like this was going to happen," Vinay grumbled.
Lalit
turned around recognizing the voice and scowled, "You're here?"
"Yes,
I'm here. I was having a good dinner
until you ruined it with your presences and your clumsiness," Vinay barked.
"I
didn't do it on purpose. I didn't even
know you were here in the first place.
If I had known I wouldn't have come," Lalit retorted. "And it was an accident...my son has already apologized."
"I
know. I heard. He should watch where he is going as well,"
Vinay replied. "What IS he doing with my
daughter?"
"Excuse
me? Are you implying that my son has
tricked your daughter? Maybe it is your daughter
that has bewitched my son!" Lalit snapped.
Gayatri
groaned and couldn't believe this was happening. She was not pleased at all that their family
matter was being aired publicly in the open.
Her face had turned a flushy pink color.
Harman swallowed uncomfortably as the fathers began to picker back and
forth.
"Gentlemen,
gentlemen," Sanjay said trying to step in and break up the embarrassing fight
that was taking place. "Mind your
manners...we're in public...at least for your families sake."
"Don't
stick your finger in my face," Lalit said.
"I
can do as I please," Vinay replied waving his finger at him. "You tell your son to stay away from my
daughter."
"You
tell your daughter to stay away from my son," Lalit huffed.
"Maya..."
Vinay said in a commanding tone. "We're
going home. I can't take any more disrespect."
"Harman...you're
coming with us," Lalit ordered. Gayatri
turned and looked at her husband with displeasure while Harman stared at his
father in shock.
"Bauji..."
Harman uttered.
"I'm
your father and you're listening to me.
From this day forward you are not to see Maya again," Lalit
instructed.
"Maya
you hear that? And this is the family
you want to get married into? You can
find someone better. I want you to cut
ties with all of them," Vinay demanded.
The
fathers looked at the couple and waited for them to do as they had directed. Harman simply took Maya's hand into his and
firmly held it. "I'm sorry. No, I won't."
"Harman..."
Lalit said with surprise. He couldn't
believe his son wasn't listening to him.
"That was not a suggestion that was a direct order."
"I
know and I'm not doing it," Harman calmly stated. "I love Maya and I'm not going to let your
differences with Maya's father get in the way of my happiness...our
happiness. I'm going to marry her with or
without your consent Bauji. I was giving
you time to think things over and give us a chance. But I guess you made your decision already." He then looked at his mother, "Ma, if you'll
excuse us." Gayatri nodded and gave a
tiny smile indicating she was very proud of her son for standing up for what he
believed in.
"Maya? Where are you going?" Vinay asked.
"I'm
sorry Daddy. But I love Harman and where
he goes I go. I hope you can understand
one day," Maya sadly replied and followed Harman to the front of the restaurant
to settle their bill.
Both
the fathers were astonished that their children had blatantly disobeyed them. Sanjay let out a tiny grin. "You can't fight love. The sooner you realize it the better it will be
for the both of you." Vinay and Lalit
exchanged heated glances with each other and then bitterly turned away.
"Gayatri
we are going home," Lalit barked.
"Good
because I have a few choice words for you Lalit Juneja," she replied in a hush
tone as she followed her husband out of the restaurant.
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There you go...hope you enjoyed that.
So, what words does Gayatri have for her dear husband?
What is going to happen to Maya and Harman's relationship?
Cooking lessons start and the boys are in for um, a treat? π
Camping adventures ensue.
Heer's B-day...what does Prem have planned for his wife?
Just some things to look forward to in the up coming chapters π
A few words on Meet - so I know that wasn't a huge big wow love confession...but in Kis Desh their relationship was always built upon friendship and their love slowly blossomed into a deep enduring love. I'm trying to depict their relationship that way. Sometimes love confessions are something very simple...no roses and all that romantic stuff. But it is still just as romantic and meaningful because that moment belongs to the couple regardless of how or where it comes out.
Premeer - well, their relationship has always been this fiery passionate one...they knew the moment they met...that they had found their soulmate...their other half within each other...and considering their obstacles the confession of course had to be huge and explosive.
As for Harmaya - we came into their relationship at the half way point (but a serious one at that)... they've already told each other they love each other...so I'm trying to show the strength they give each other...and the plus is Maya is actually nice in this story unlike what she was in the serial π
Nihaal and Veera - as you can see I'm setting everything up for them...just what exactly is going on? Does Nihaal like Veera? Or does he just view her as a sister? Does he really like Jyoti? Or does Jyoti like Nihaal? When will Veera admit that she's starting to get interested in Nihaal? Haha...so many questions with this one...leaving you guys in the dark for now π
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