FF: Ankahee (MP) FINAL/pg 48 12/2 - Page 2

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PART THREE

(SURPRISE SURPRISE...SHORT)

"Milind…aap…teek hai?" Prachi asked slowly, wincing, her body aching.
Milling pulled her in closer, tightly until she moaned softly. He took off his shirt, and wiped her head, investigating her wound, ignoring his own pain. She stared up at him, meeting his eyes, tears sprang to her eyes. Jo insaan apni baton se inta daard pocha sakta hai, khud hi zhakham dene par marham lagata hai, Prachi thought.
He slowly smoothed the hair from her face, taking care not to hurt her. "Daard ho raha hai?" He queried. "Kuch pooch raha hu mein…" he said, this time his face hardening.

As if he suddenly remembered something, he quickly removed his hands from her face and turned to move away from her. She grabbed his hand, he didn't resist. She moved her hand slowly up towards his hair. Her thumb grazing his temple. He closed his eyes, his breathing shallow. "Aap ko bhi chot lagi hai… bauhat koon baha hai Milind." He gripped her hand and pushed it aside. "Choona mat muje…" he stood up and went towards the road. It was late; no cars would be about, the rain had stopped though…maybe someone would see them.

Prachi tried to get up; she let out an involuntary moan…she fell back down. Milind resisted the urge to turn and look at her.
Prachi tried again, pushing herself upwards, tears forming from the pain. She limped towards him; he felt her move and turned around, his arms circling her as she fell towards him. "samaj mein nahi aata tujko? Kya kar rahi hai tu?" he helped her to sit.
"Milind…mein…" Prachi started, then gathering courage she spoke more loudly, "Chot aap ko bhi lagi hai…"
"Tuje isse kya matlab?" Milind barked "Koi nahin hai tera natak dekhne ke liye"
"Kya matlab hai muje? Khub tak ek hi baat dohrainege aap? Natak, Natak, Natak. Jab muje matlab hi nahi, to mein natak kyun karu?"
"Prachi, tu…" Milind ran his hand angrily through his hair.
"Bol ne dijiye muje Milind, chup rehke maine kya paya? Shayad meri hi galti ti ki maine aap ko sub kuch pehle nahi bataya." Prachi braced herself, " Milind…Ritwik…Ritwik, aap ke parivaar ka hi ek ansh hai…"

Milind stood silently, his face unreadable. "Milind, kaise bata ti mein aap ko…ke Ritwik mera nahin, Sukriti aur Alaap ka bacha hai."
Milind suddenly took hold of her shoulders, "Pagal ho gayi hai tu."
He shouted, "Meri behan par aisa ilzaab lagene se pehle, ek baar bhi nahi socha?"
"Aur mujpe jo ilzaab lage, usko to ek baar me maan liya..." Prachi demanded



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Yay! That was my bedtime story. Thanks zcbcc34. Great work. 👏

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Very Nice....... 👏 jus luved it..plzz continue soon..gud to c a brave prachi... 😊 😊

PART FOUR

(SHORT, SHORT, SHORT)

Prachi began, her voice softening a little, perhaps getting angry wasn't the best tact to use, "Milind, mein jaan ti hu key yeh baat aap ko abhi galat lag rahi hai, lekin aap hi sochiye, mere ghar wale, aap ke baba yeh mane ko tayaar nahin ke Ritwik mera bacha hain…kyun…main Naun Mahine kaise choopa pati aisi baat ko?"
Milind became furious, "Meri behen kyun Prachi? Koi aur nahin mila tuje ilzaam lagane ke liye?" He pushed her away from him, as if touching her burnt his skin.
Prachi refused to be swayed, it was hurting her too. She had promised to keep Sukriti's secret, but was it not the same Sukriti that had urged her to save her marriage. Milind wasn't Niharika or Saket, blood was blood after all and Milind could forgive his sister a thousand sins.
"Zaara sochiye Milind…shayad yus dohraan aap meri zingdagi mein nahi the, toh aap iss baat pe vishwaas naa kare, lekin aap uss raat ko kaise bhool gaye? Mein sirf aapki hoon Milind" Prachi was unsure of how to continue. She couldn't bring herself to say it, but she didn't think her husband was so ignorant as to forget that a girl's first time was special.

Milind's mind was a conflict of emotions; every rational thought urged him not to believe her story. Every irrational thought resisted the urge to gather her in his arms and close his eyes to the world.
Milind paced, balling his fists and his breathing heavy, what should he do? He thought to himself. Prachi placed a tentative hand on his shoulder; he closed his eyes, letting silent tears escape his eyes. He couldn't let her see him like this, quickly he wiped his tears and despite himself he covered his hand over hers. Prachi smiled softly, wiping her own tears.

"Dekh Prachi, mein aab aur nahi kar sakta, thak gaya hoon. Tuje shayad yaad bhi nahin, lekin hum jis tarha pale hai, paisa, jaidaad, aisa kuch mine nahi rakta tha…" He began
"Mine rakti thi toh sirf izzat…kaise bhool sakti hoon mein?" Prachi ended
Milind was taken aback, he hadn't expected her to care, to remember even. "Meh tera yakeen karna chaaha ta hoon, mera maan jaanta hain Prachi, lekin kya karu…agar teri baat sach hai…meri behen kya karegi? Uss ki to sari zindigi barbaad ho jayegi."
Prachi nodded silently, she couldn't believe this was the same Milind talking to her reasonably. She understood his concern, but he still needed proof. "Milind, agar aap ka saath ho, to kise ko kya batana? Hum Ritwik ko apna sakte hai, aap sach jante hai, mere liya itna hi kaafi hoga." Prachi pleaded, her glistening eyes melting into his. She couldn't bear him mistaking her again, she would do anything.
Milind still looked apprehensive, "Koi aisa kyun karega doosro ke liya?!" he asked, his mind in turmoil.
"Yahi too baat hai Milind, aap abhi taak nahi samaje? mere liye to aap mujse alag hi nahi, to doosro ki baat kaisi?" Prachi explained calmly.

Milind's heart pounded in his ears…in spite of himself, he bought Prachi's hand to his chest slowly. "Milind…yeh…kya?" Prachi asked hesitantly.

"Prachi, iss dhadkan ko suno," He looked at her in earnest "aur dhoka bardaast nahin hoga muje…tujse ek baar alag ho key yeh itna sahaim gaya hai, dobara shayad bandh hi ho jaye."

Unashamedly Prachi threw herself into Milind, his arms wrapping around her instinctively, stroking her hair. She cried into his chest, Milind lifted her face, but her eyes remained closed. Gently cupping her face, he kissed her forehead and eyes softly. At this Prachi cried even harder and Milind smiled away his own tears, how silly she was. His strong hold on her was unyielding and Prachi gripping his vest tightly, they stood there in silence, letting the unspoken words between them be understood. Seconds became minutes, minutes became longer, neither willing to break their contact.

Prachi, however broke away first, "Milind…" as she spoke, tears formed in her eyes. "Aap, mere liye?…kaise maafi mangu mein aap se?"

Milind looked anxious again, "Prachi, tu samaj ti hai na? Sub se pehle muje Sukriti se baat karni hogi."

Perhaps her face reflected the fear in her heart, as Milind reached for her hand again and bought it to his lips, "Sari sachai muje khud jaani hogi, Prachi, mein aapne maan mein koi shak nahi rakna chata."

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Hey Guys,

Just a little note about the Fanfic, I understand that Prachi and Milind are slightly different from their on-screen characters. This is just how i believe they should be.

I hope this isn't off-putting to anyone and if anyone has any ideas on how to improve them, I'd love to read them.

Plus I apologise for my Rubbish Hindi...doesn't help being a Gujarati. lol

Thanks

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hey great part...glad u never dragged it like in serial....loved this part where he actually believed her!!!
thanks for a wonderful update!!!!!!!

love
neena