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This is my Prem/Chahat/Heer one-shot.😳 The main focus is on Chahat-Prem's relationship. So please do read and comment! Even press the LIKE button if you can!😳
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The wedding buzz was on. People bumping into people, moving around, yelling for the work to be done. In between that, was a small 5 year old girl, quietly walking to her room. Her mom was busy with the wedding preperations while the little girl waited for her dad to come. Her mom hadn't told her where the girl's dad was or what he did, but once in while, she always wondered about his whereabouts. Her dad who she hadn't even met. Her mom didn't talk about him either but Chahat wanted her dad. Being the only kid in school who didn't have a dad hurt her. She would always listen to other kids going on and on about thier dad's. It made her sad. Sad that she couldn't join them in talking about her dad. She didn't even know where he was, or what he was doing. But she decided to find out. It had been 5 years since she was born and her dad didn't even care about to asking her how Chahat felt.
Chahat quickly goes to a chair and drags it towards a book self. She quickly climbs on the chair and tries to get hold of the cordless phone. Chahat turns around and quickly gets to dialing random numbers. Then Chahat hits the 'Talk' button and puts the phone to her ears.
"Papa, jaldi uttao" she wispers in a hurriedly manner not knowing who the number actually belonged to.
Slowly, she moves her hair behind her ears with her little fingers while waiting for the person on the other end to pick the phone up.
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Work work work work work! That was his life now. After the mistake he had committed, or well, he thought he had committed, he was asked to pay for it, up till now. Not that he thought he should have been forgiven either ways. The only thing he regretted was that all this thing that had happened in his life, had forced him to lose the one who loved him most. Forced him to hurt her. Forced him to hurt the person who had always thought of his wellbeing and forced him to hurt the person who's love was strong enough to bring him back from the jaw's of death. He had promised himself that he would not let one single tear drop down his eye. He knew that if he broke down now, that guilt would follow him throughout his life and he couldn't break down. Not after he had no one to turn to. Prem turned back to checking his work files when suddenly he heard his cellphone ring. It was 2am and him getting a phonecall at 2am was close to wierd. He thought about ignoring the phonecall but for some reason, his heart. His heart forced him to pick the phone up. To talk. To say hello. For some strange reason, his heart kept telling him that there was his 'own' his 'apna' on the other end. With that feeling, Prem slowly motioned for his hand to press the 'green' button on his blackberry.
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"Hello?" he said to the person on the other end.
"Papa, aap kahan ho?" Chahat said in her 5 year old voice, excited that after all, she did have a dad.
"Papa?" Prem wondered, confused. He didn't have a child. Heer had left him 6 years ago. Who was this child, and why was she calling him dad, he wondered.
"Haan. Aap mere papa ho." Chahat restated, trying to tell Prem that he really WAS her dad.
"Excuse me. Tum kaun ho and main tumhara papa wapa nahin hoon. Please shut the phone and don't ever play this kind of joke on me again." Prem warned to his 5 year old daughter who he didn't think he had.
Chahat's eyes got watery hearing those harsh words from her own father. After 5 years, she had a chance to talk to him and in 5 minutes, he had shoved her off.
"Main aapki beti Chahat hoon aur aap bahut gaande ho. I know why Mama left you! You are gaande! Main aapse kaati hoon!" Chahat screamed, unable to listen to her own father yell at her. Now she knew why her mom had left her dad. He was mean. He was bad. He was gaande! But he was her father.
Prem's face fell. How could he do that? How could he dishearten a small child just cause he was upset over something? So what if he wasn't her real dad which was a lie, he still needed to feel her pain. She had called him in the hope of talking to her father, but he had made her cry. Made her angry. Prem gave himself a disgusted smile. He had already gotten bad wishes from his family members, he couldn't take any more bad wishes from a little child. She was sad, just like he was. But her sadness compared to his was nothing. She didn't have a father which to him, was something he could relate to. He felt miserable with Lalit, his own dad didn't talk to him for 6 years and she was a little child. About 5 or so and she hadn't seen her father since.
"Hello. Beta..aap mujhe se kaati ho?" Prem asked, in a much softer voice, trying to relive his childhood memories.
"Haan. Aapko pata nahin mummy aapka wait kar rahi hai. Aapko pata hai, school mein sab bache mera mazaak udathe hai. Kehte hai ki meri papa nahin hai. Aap kab aayoge? Main bhi une batana chahti hoon, ki mere bhi papa hai.." Chahat says in her 5 year old kid voice, making Prem's heart melt even more.
Prem smiled to himself. This child. She was unknown to the fact that she was talking to some stranger and pouring her heart out.
"Pata nahin..." he says, not trying to discourage the child who had called him with so much hope. "Pata nahin main kab aayonga." Prem says, as if feeling sad for not being able to live up to the hopes of this child.
"Nahin! You have to come. Papa, aapko aana hi hoga!" Chahat chanted.
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"Chahat, Chahat tum kahan ho?" Heer says, looking around the halls for her daughter Chahat just to find her in sitting on the bed in their room. Heer sighs to herself as she walks over to Chahat who had just finished saying "...Papa, aapko aana hi hoga."
Heer gets worried and confused as she softly snatches the phone away from Chahat's ears, inquiring.
"Aap kisse baat kar rahe ho?" Heer questions her 5 year old daughter.
"Papa se." Chahat sweetly replies, staring at Heer.
The colour of Heer's face changes. Right then images of Prem ran through her mind. She was talking to Prem? Her daughter...talking to Prem?
"Papa?" Heer questioned, more worried.
Chahat nods her head. "Woh abhi phone per hi hai."
Heer quickly puts the phone to her ears.
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"Hello? Aap kaun hai?" Heer questions, praying hard for it not to be Prem.
"Hello? Woh aapki beti thi kya?" Prem questions, his face turning back to what was before he had talked to that anonymous child.
"Haan. Actually woh apne papa ko bahut miss karti hai. I am really sorry for the inconvinence." Heer replies, lightly tapping Chahat on the forhead, before pulling her in a close hug.
Just before Prem could respond to that call, he hears someone saying the name "Heer" in the background. Prem's lost hopes surface again as his heart and mind start to jump to conclusions.
Heer smiles at the lady who had just came in to call on her. Heer mouths '2 mins' before turning back to the phone.
"Hello?" she says.
"Heer?" Prem questions, trying to reach HIS Heer.
"Ji. Main hi Heer hoon.." Heer replies.
Prem was unable to say anything. The girl who he had just screamed at...was HIS daughter? He had...screamed at his OWN daughter...He had TALKED to his own daughter...! Tears streamed down Prem's eyes as he recalled those past moments. He wanted to say something to Heer desprately and even opened his mouth to do so, but nothing came out. He was talking to his Heer after 6 years and they even had a daughter! A daughter who he had just talked to.
Heer could hear nothing but silence. She could feel the person on the other end trying to say something. The silence. There was something strange about this silence. It was him. It was Prem. "Prem?" she says in to the phone.
There was no reply. She had figured out it was him. It was Prem.
"H...haan." Prem replies, finally gathering courage to tell Heer, it was him all along.
Sadness with a mixture of happiness over shadowed Heer's face. Prem was alright. But he now knew they had a child. What was she to be? Sad or happy? Heer decided to say nothing and put the phone down. She didn't want to see him...again. He had given her enough pain, that not no more.
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Prem smiled to himself. Now he had a reason to laugh. A reason to be happy. A reason to live life. A reason to smile. He had his daughter and his wife. What else did he need?
Chahat had questioned him wheather he could come to India or not? and he had denied it at first, but not now.
"Main India aa raha hoon Chahat. I am coming back to make you and your mom mine. I am coming" Prem stated, as if talking to Chahat. He then smiled.
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The ending was abrupt. I know it. It needed more of THE Premeer emotion but I wanted to base it more on Chahat/Prem then Premeer but you all DO get the basic idea na?
Love,
Shifu
Hui Ghum Yaadein
