If You're Hero, I'll be your Heroine!

Prem loves Nisha

A few days passed. 

"How many orders have we got today, Rajat?" asked Prem Chopra. 

"Twelve, sir," said Rajat. "Three for silk kurtas, and nine for lehengas with zari work."

"Which means that the cloth merchants are gonna have a booming pay," said Prem. "Tell the tailors to work on lehengas first. They are the toughest to make."

"Okay sir," replied Rajat. 

Half an hour later, Prem decided to go home, for today was a very special day for him. 

One year since he had married the love of his life, Nisha Agarwal. 

"I wonder if she's come home yet," he thought. "And I hope that my surprise hasn't been found!"

Just then, his phone let out its ringtone. It was his sister, Aisha. 

"Hello Aishu!"

"Hello Prem. Happy anniversary!"

"Thank you."

"Have you surprised Nisha yet?"

"No, I'm still on my way home. Anything interesting there? Has Sunil released any new novels?"

"He's working on one," answered Aisha. "Now surprise Nisha quickly and call me after!"

"Okay," said Prem laughingly. "Anything that my little sis says!"

He hopped on his motorbike and rode back home as fast as he could. A part of his brain was still thinking about Nisha, and the other part was focussing on the road. 

He reached his house, which was very spookily dark. 

Prem's parents lived in Delhi with the rest of his family, and had split their property equally between him and Aisha. But since Aisha wanted to be a doctor and not run the garment factory, Prem took it upon himself to run the business, and was enjoying the fruits of his hard work. His family and friends occasionally helped him to come up with new ideas for beautiful dresses. 

He slowly turned on the lights as he passed room after room, looking for his wife. 

Finally, he spotted her in front of a mirror, admiring herself. He went closer to her and placed one hand on her waist, and the other on her eyes. 

"Sweet-talker, I know that it's you," she said, smiling. 

Prem laughed and kissed her on the cheek. 

"You know me so well," he said.

"You're my husband! How can I not know about you?"

She went on a spree of argument, and Prem admired it. She was so cute when she was angry!

"Now, Chatarpatar, please calm down," he said. "But get ready quickly. I'm going to take you somewhere special."

"Where?" asked Nisha, the delight visible on her beautiful face. 

"You'll see," said Prem. 

Fifteen minutes later, the couple emerged out of the house. Prem was wearing a dark blue kurta, and Nisha was in a reddish pink churidhar. 

"Car or bike?" he asked. 

"Depends on the distance," said Nisha. 

"You are too logical," laughed Prem. "Let's take the bike. Would be much more romantic."

Nisha blushed and kissed him. She wrapped her arms around him as he motored the vehicle.

They reached a posh restaurant which faced the sea. Prem had arranged a table for them in the top floor, as it would give them a much better view of the city.

"It's beautiful, Prem!" she exclaimed. "Thank you so much!"

"Anything for you," he said, and nuzzled at her neck. "Nisha, a year ago, you and I were bonded for life. If I had to make you happy..."

"Being with you is my happiness, Prem," she said, interrupting him. "I'm so thankful to God for giving me you."

She hugged him tightly. 

Prem made sure that no one was watching, before he started singing. 

Pehla Pehla Pyar Hai
Pehli Pehli Baar Hai

Pehla Pehla Pyar Hai
Pehli Pehli Baar Hai

Jaan Ke Bhi Anjana
Kaisa Mera Yaar Hai

Pehla Pehla Pyar Hai
Pehli Pehli Baar Hai

Uski Nazar
Palkon Ki Chilman Se Mujhe Dekhti

Uski Nazar
Uski Haya

Apni Hi Chahat Ka Raz Kholti
Uski Haya

Chhup Ke Kare Jo Wafa
Aisa Mera Yaar Hai

Pehla Pehla Pyar Hai
Pehli Pehli Baar Hai..

Woh Hai Nisha
Woh Hi Meri Zindagi Ki Bhor Hai

Woh Hai Nisha
Use Hai Pata

Uske Hi Hathon Mein Meri Dorr Hai
Use Hai Pata

Sare Jahan Se Juda
Aisa Mera Yaar Hai

Pehla Pehla Pyar Hai
Pehli Pehli Baar Hai

Pehla Pehla Pyar Hai
Pehli Pehli Baar Hai.. 

Nisha went red and laughed. "Prem, I know that our names are the same, but I'm not sure if I'm as beautiful as Madhuri Dixit."

"I'm not Salman Khan either," he replied. "But this is the song that suited."

She hugged him even tighter. 

After some cuddles, they finished their dinner and went home. 

"Good night Prem," said Nisha. "Love you."

"Love you too, my Chatarpatar."