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Here is some fluff for my fellow AbhiGya lovers! The premise is that Abhi knows it's not Tanu when he surprises Pragya in the dressing room at the end of episode 68. It does not make sense and I haven't thought about it twice but I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it. 😃All gifs are by me, free to use, share, transform etc.
Abhi knew the chashmish was chalak and khattarnak, but sometimes her behaviour was completely puzzling. You would think a girl who'd chase one guy for money and then marry his best friend for more money would be utterly besharam, but the chashmish was surprisingly concerned for her modesty. That first night she had scrambled for her dupatta just because he'd walked back into the room, as if he was some old-school sasur who would be scandalized by the sight of her uncovered kameez.
Then too she was always wearing those long, flowy, full-sleeved suits. She generally looked like someone's middle-aged mausi, and her frowning looks over those boring glasses didn't make anything better. But there were moments now and then when she would brush by him and he would become inescapably aware that her dangerous mind lived in a distractingly lush body.
That time she fell in his lap in the car, he had to control his arms from closing around her. She felt curvy and cozy and it was a close fight between instinct and determination that kept him from holding onto her. Then later in the hotel when she insisted he turn around instead of watching her walk by, he couldn't help wondering what was she hiding? What was she worried he would see? Did those ankle-length kameezes hide mile-long legs, too long for his shirt to cover? And why was that an interesting image?
It wasn't like he was obsessed with the chashmish. He didn't think about her all the time. Well, he didn't think about her body all the time, but it was pretty hard to stop thinking about her treachery, and her sharp answers, and her unsettling closeness to daadi. Still, at least when he was with Tanu he managed to keep his mind off the chashmish's attributes. After all, when you had a supermodel as your girlfriend you didn't need to notice some plain lecturer's trim waist or slender arms or ...
...And it didn't bother him that she was least bothered by his physique. Millions of women around the world drooled over his chiselled chest and handsome features, what did it matter if one behenji-type chashmish couldn't bear to see what was in front of her? It didn't offend him at all that she covered her eyes when he went shirtless in front of her. He wasn't starting to wish she would just look at him for once.
Of course, she didn't have any trouble looking into his eyes, the tricky little witch. He wasn't 100% convinced that she was a hypnotist - why would she bother being a lecturer if she could control anybody with her eyes - but there was definitely something dangerous about her gaze, and something scary that as long as he was wearing a shirt she had no problem looking at him. Yes her eyes had been troubling him of late, but still now and then his mind would wander elsewhere...
That time when she threw herself at him in the police station, he thought, finally, she is bringing out her besharam side. But then she was all "Ma ki liye" and he had to struggle to ignore the sensation of having her chest-to-chest while he gave an IIFA-worthy performance to convince her mother and the police that they were the next coming of Layla-Majnun. Still several times his hands found their way around her arms, and his fingers glided themselves against her hair, and really it didn't mean anything that for those two minutes he couldn't stop touching her...
When Andy pointed toward the dressing room, Abhi knew he wasn't showing the way to Tanu. Tanu had just turned in the opposite direction in front of him. Still, Abhi went where Andy said, because he wanted to see what the chashmish was up to. In a store like this, her auntieji suits would be hard to find. Well, except for the one she doubtlessly came in wearing...
When the lights flickered off just before he pulled the curtain, Abhi knew the chashmish was up to her confusing tricks again. She kept trying to hide from him, as if she had anything hide? But then his eyes fell on her bare back, and her non-existent sleeves, and that shiny, slinky, glittery green thing she was barely wearing and he thought maybe he had a new favourite colour...
He couldn't resist going up to her and teasing her. Surely she deserved some annoyance in return for everything she was putting him through. When his arms closed around her waist, he couldn't stop himself from observing how thin she was. There really was almost nothing to hold, and it was shocking that the dangerous chashmish was so delicate under her umbrella-like clothes. That must be why she wore those flaring dresses; like a bird of paradise or a venomous snake she was trying to camouflage her vulnerable body with the illusion of colourful largeness.
He ignored the sensation of familiarity and rightness that raced along his skin as he held her. Now was not the time to remember carrying her soaking wet out of the river, or dancing with her at the reception, or comforting her at the police station...Her lips fluttering against his palm were ticklish and distracting, but he stayed focussed on teasing her just a bit more...he knew that when he let her go, she would turn around and slap him and give another one of her sharp answers, and no he wasn't looking forward to it at all, he hadn't lost his mind...
So of course Tanu had to ruin the moment by bursting in on them too early.
Can't Keep My Hands Off You
An AbhiGya illustrated OS by -mina-
An AbhiGya illustrated OS by -mina-
Abhi knew the chashmish was chalak and khattarnak, but sometimes her behaviour was completely puzzling. You would think a girl who'd chase one guy for money and then marry his best friend for more money would be utterly besharam, but the chashmish was surprisingly concerned for her modesty. That first night she had scrambled for her dupatta just because he'd walked back into the room, as if he was some old-school sasur who would be scandalized by the sight of her uncovered kameez.
Then too she was always wearing those long, flowy, full-sleeved suits. She generally looked like someone's middle-aged mausi, and her frowning looks over those boring glasses didn't make anything better. But there were moments now and then when she would brush by him and he would become inescapably aware that her dangerous mind lived in a distractingly lush body.
It wasn't like he was obsessed with the chashmish. He didn't think about her all the time. Well, he didn't think about her body all the time, but it was pretty hard to stop thinking about her treachery, and her sharp answers, and her unsettling closeness to daadi. Still, at least when he was with Tanu he managed to keep his mind off the chashmish's attributes. After all, when you had a supermodel as your girlfriend you didn't need to notice some plain lecturer's trim waist or slender arms or ...
...And it didn't bother him that she was least bothered by his physique. Millions of women around the world drooled over his chiselled chest and handsome features, what did it matter if one behenji-type chashmish couldn't bear to see what was in front of her? It didn't offend him at all that she covered her eyes when he went shirtless in front of her. He wasn't starting to wish she would just look at him for once.
Of course, she didn't have any trouble looking into his eyes, the tricky little witch. He wasn't 100% convinced that she was a hypnotist - why would she bother being a lecturer if she could control anybody with her eyes - but there was definitely something dangerous about her gaze, and something scary that as long as he was wearing a shirt she had no problem looking at him. Yes her eyes had been troubling him of late, but still now and then his mind would wander elsewhere...
That time when she threw herself at him in the police station, he thought, finally, she is bringing out her besharam side. But then she was all "Ma ki liye" and he had to struggle to ignore the sensation of having her chest-to-chest while he gave an IIFA-worthy performance to convince her mother and the police that they were the next coming of Layla-Majnun. Still several times his hands found their way around her arms, and his fingers glided themselves against her hair, and really it didn't mean anything that for those two minutes he couldn't stop touching her...
When Andy pointed toward the dressing room, Abhi knew he wasn't showing the way to Tanu. Tanu had just turned in the opposite direction in front of him. Still, Abhi went where Andy said, because he wanted to see what the chashmish was up to. In a store like this, her auntieji suits would be hard to find. Well, except for the one she doubtlessly came in wearing...
When the lights flickered off just before he pulled the curtain, Abhi knew the chashmish was up to her confusing tricks again. She kept trying to hide from him, as if she had anything hide? But then his eyes fell on her bare back, and her non-existent sleeves, and that shiny, slinky, glittery green thing she was barely wearing and he thought maybe he had a new favourite colour...
He couldn't resist going up to her and teasing her. Surely she deserved some annoyance in return for everything she was putting him through. When his arms closed around her waist, he couldn't stop himself from observing how thin she was. There really was almost nothing to hold, and it was shocking that the dangerous chashmish was so delicate under her umbrella-like clothes. That must be why she wore those flaring dresses; like a bird of paradise or a venomous snake she was trying to camouflage her vulnerable body with the illusion of colourful largeness.
He ignored the sensation of familiarity and rightness that raced along his skin as he held her. Now was not the time to remember carrying her soaking wet out of the river, or dancing with her at the reception, or comforting her at the police station...Her lips fluttering against his palm were ticklish and distracting, but he stayed focussed on teasing her just a bit more...he knew that when he let her go, she would turn around and slap him and give another one of her sharp answers, and no he wasn't looking forward to it at all, he hadn't lost his mind...
So of course Tanu had to ruin the moment by bursting in on them too early.
THE END!!!
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