number 49! it's short, a drabble more than anything else. Also, something very different for me - Meet, but with a twist! Re-incarnation tracks are fun, sometimes, and also, usually done for premheer-are-one but meherpreet's love is also real, and true, albeit in a different way. so here it is!
Meher Kapoor was an ordinary girl, with a completely
ordinary life. She had loving parents, a nice home, practically everything she
could ask for. Yet, sometimes she found herself looking back as she left the
house, ready to call out for a Di she never had. Or she would stop at the
mandir to pick up a rakhi, for a Bhai who did not exist. Meher Kapoor was,
after all, an only child. These incidents would have the easy smile falling off
her face as confusion covered it, and a deep and entirely unfounded sense of
loss gripped her heart.
She would brush this off, and if at any time her heart skipped a beat when she
caught sight of a tall and lanky young man, with a head of curly dark hair?
Well, then, she obviously had a type.
And then on the first day of college, as she made her way
across the quad, she caught sight of curly dark hair. Her heart skipped a beat,
as she expected it to. And then he looked up.
And her breath caught in her throat.
Dark brown eyes, a familiar pair of dark brown eyes. A
beloved pair of dark brown eyes. "Preet," she whispered. She remembered
laughter and marrying her best friend. She remembered warm embraces and
friendly teasing. She remembered finding herself waking up one day to the
realization that she was in love with her husband. She remembered a love lost
too soon, and a life that lost it's colour. She remembered living without love,
without unencumbered laughter. She remembered being Meher Maan, and then Mrs.
Meher Preet Juneja. She remembered.
The way his large strides ate up the ground between them, his hands came up to
frame her face, his warm breath caressed her cheeks as he rested his forehead
on hers and whispered her name like a prayer? That told her that he remembered
Meher Kapoor was an ordinary girl. Preet Sharma was an
But the love Meher Maan and Preet Juneja shared had been
extraordinary, and it lived again in two completely ordinary people.
There was no stopping love.
do let me know what you think!