First Love : Abhi & Pragya SS Part 4 at Pg. 10 (Updated) - Page 3

Originally posted by: adventure_gurl

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"Abhi, get up," my mom shouted. The sound of her voice always wakes me up even when I don't want to. I looked at the alarm clock on my bed stand. It was only 7 o'clock. Can't a guy get a break? I got up and brushed my teeth. I got out of the room without a shirt and went to eat my cereal. I took out my pop tarts and went to the television area to watch something. I felt a hard knock on my head.

"Ouch," I screamed. I don't have to wonder who hit me. It's my mother. She does this every morning I get up.

"When are you ever going to get up at the right time, Abhi?" she asked. I didn't answer hoping it was rhetoric. Which I am pretty sure it is.

She went into her room and fifteen minutes later, she is all dressed up to get to work.

"How is Bua ma?" I asked to see if she's still mad at me.

She sighed and said, "She is fine. She just really needs to rest. Daadi stayed over to take care of her. I had to come back as I need to go to work. But after work, I will be visiting her again. And Aaliyah will be staying with Tannu tonight too. She will be back tomorrow morning and I want you to take care of her, okay?"

I nodded and gave her a huge grin. She came to me and gave a big kiss on my forehead. I love it when she does that to me, but I always act like I hate it. "Gross, mom," I lied. She gave a small laugh and went to work. I was watching Justice League when the phone rang. Usually I would let it ring and ignore the buzzer, but what if it's Pragya? What if she wants to hang out with me? I quickly put my cereal bowl down on the coffee table and rushed to the phone.

"Hello," I picked up the call.

"Hey, Abhi!" Purab said on the other line. I was disappointed and wanted to cut off the call. But then I realized that he wasn't feeling very well yesterday.

So, I continued, "Hey, Purab! How are you feeling now?"

"I am fine. Actually, I called to ask if you passed my message to Pragya yesterday," he said.

"Yeah. I can't believe you didn't tell me that you had a date with her," I said with an irritated voice.

"Who told you that? Pragya? No. I mean I was supposed to meet her there. But not for a date. I wanted to meet her to ask about Bulbul," he answered. I was very confused at first but later it all made sense. He wanted to meet Pragya to talk about Bulbul. I was relieved that I have no competition. But at the same time, I felt really bad for Pragya. This is worse than being stood up. I wanted to explain things to her today when our gang meet up in caf, but now I am just going to let it be. The truth is far worse and I don't want her to get hurt knowing that Purab is not into her but he is into Bulbul.

After ending the conversation, I went back to finishing my pop tarts and finished some of the house chores mom listed down. Around 12 noon, I got ready and went to Starbucks caf to meet my gang. As I entered the caf that has become our place to hang out, I saw Pragya and Bulbul sitting at our usual spot. Pragya is back into her usual overalls and long-sleeved shirts she wears underneath the jumpsuit. Her hair is tied into a slick ponytail and wavy curls hung all the way to her shoulder. Opposite them was Aakash sitting with his acoustic guitar. He always tries to get in girls knickers by impressing them with his music talent. He's not all that bad, but he's nowhere as good as me. As soon as I closed the door and went towards our usual spot, Pragya's head turned. She looked at me and gave a huge smile. Her smile is beautiful and so is she, even when she is not trying to be. She waved to me and gestured me to sit next to her. Bulbul moved a little inside and I took place next to her.

"Where is Aaliyah?" Bulbul asked me.

"She is with Tannu, remember. They had sleepovers. They should be here any minute," I said and Bulbul just nodded. Bulbul looked down and kicked her shoe against the table. I don't know why but Tannu never invited Bulbul or Pragya to her house. Ever. I know that it never seem to bother Pragya, but whenever sleepover in Tannu's place is mentioned Bulbul turns sour. I don't get into girls feud, so most of the time I just ignore it even when I can sense tension among these girls. I ordered my coffee milk with cinnamon sprinkled on top. After grabbing my coffee, I took my place next to Pragya again. I was about to ask her how she went home yesterday, when Purab came in. He looked a little pale but mostly he looked normal, fine actually. I hope Pragya doesn't come to know that he was sick. She saw him coming and slowly looked at me. She suppressed a tight smile and nudged a little at me. Purab took his seat next to Aakash and was about to say something to Pragya when I interrupted.

"Purab do you want to hang out later at my house?" I asked.

"Can I come too?" Aakash asked.

"Sure. I wanted to show you my new guitar pick," I said to Aakash.

"No, Abhi. I am still feeling a little unwell after yesterday's fever. Maybe, next week," he said and looked at Pragya. f**k.

"You were sick? Is that why you didn't turn up yesterday?" Pragya asked in a high-pitched voice.

"Did you made my sister wait all along?" Bulbul asked Purab. Purab looked at me. I concentrated on my coffee and took an extra sip longer than I normally do.

"Wait, you didn't know I couldn't make it because I was not feeling well?" Purab asked looking at me.

"Not really. But maybe he might've mentioned it but I've forgotten," she said and didn't even look at me. Few seconds ago her arms were slightly brushing mine, but now she has dropped her arms down to her lap. I cursed inwardly at my stupidity. What was I thinking? Of course sooner or later Pragya was going to find out the truth.

"Wait, who might have mentioned it, di? So who you were with last night, if you weren't with Purab?" Bulbul asked Pragya. Still she didn't look at me. Purab on the other hand didn't take his gaze off me. Aakash was strumming his guitar absentmindedly. I am sure he is not even listening to the conversation right now.

"Well, Abhi of course. I asked him to pass the message to Pragya as I couldn't reach her yesterday," Purab finally answered.

"Oh, so you were with Abhi last night," Bulbul smiled. Pragya didn't say anything and just gave a slight nod and took her drink to her mouth. Bulbul and Purab were engaged in a conversation and Aakash was still strumming his guitar, which is getting on my nerves actually. Pragya finished her iced Americano and said, "Could you move a little? I need to get to the library."

She bid goodbye to the rest of them and passed by me without even a glance. I followed after her.

"Wait a minute, Specky," I called her.

"Don't you call me that," she said.

"Why?" I asked.

"Because it's mean," she answered.

"But it's a term of endearment," I said. Her eyes widened, then she turned and walked away. I had to jog to catch up with her.

"Hey, wait! Fine, I won't call you like that if you dislike it so much," I said after managed to catch up with her pace. She didn't say anything but also didn't push me away.

"So, I'll walk you to the library," I said.

She stopped walking and finally looked at me, "Are you just going to act like you didn't lie to me?"

"Well, technically I didn't," I said.

"Yeah, you just conveniently left out that part where Purab was sick and unable to meet me," she said loudly.

"Well, now that you know the truth, I am sure you feel really good. I mean considering how you cried your eyes out for him, I'm sure you want to run back to his arms. Don't you?" I talked back.

"What are you talking about, Abhi? You aren't even making sense right now," she shook her head.

"Whatever. Forget I even said anything," I said and turned back to the caf, when she took my hand and stopped me.

"What are you getting angry for damn it? I should be the one who gets angry at you for lying to me. Don't turn the plate around," she shouted at me.

"He called you to dinner to talk about Bulbul. He has a crush on her and he wanted to know if you can help him to pursue her," I said just to piss her off. As soon as I said it, I regretted it. I don't want Pragya to know the truth. I didn't want her to get upset. But she just makes me go mad sometimes.

"When did you know this?" she asked.

"Today," I answered. She didn't say anything and looked to the ground. She was still holding my hand and I really liked how her soft palm felt against my skin. I wanted to hold her hand back, but afraid she might let go.

After a few seconds, she let go of me and broke the silence, "I need to be heading to library already. I am going to be late for my duty."

I braced myself and took her hand. "I like you, Pragya," I blurted out finally.

"What?" she asked and her eyes widened.

"I like you," I repeated.

"I don't know what to say," Pragya answered.

"I like you too?" I said smiling a little. She dropped her hand to her lap and took off from me. She just literally ran off from me.

...

I was absentmindedly strumming my guitar sitting on my bed when I felt a tap on my window. I ignored it and continued strumming when I heard a louder thud. Annoyed, I went and looked at the window. It was Pragya standing outside the window, shivering in cold. I opened the window to let her in. She came in and almost stumbled on the way in.

"Would you care to explain what you're doing here climbing to my room?" I asked her feeling a little worried if she might have hurt herself.

"I wanted to meet you alone. And I don't want your mom to wonder what I am doing here looking for you at this night," she whispered.

"Why? And my mom isn't home. Actually no one is home," I said.

"Oh! Well, I didn't know that," she said speaking a little louder.

"What do you want, Pragya?" I asked.

"Did you mean what you said earlier to me?" she asked. She went to the chair near my study desk and sat on it. She brought her knees up to her chest and hugged it. She must be feeling very cold.

I grabbed my blanket and wrapped it around her. "Yes," I said and went over to my bed and sat there.

"Why exactly do you like me? I mean what you see in me?" she asked.

"I don't actually know. I like being around you. You make feel nervous and it's weird but I like the feeling," I tried my best to answer honestly. The moment I said 'nervous' her eyes looked at mine. Her spectacles are a little foggy but I could still see her beautiful big black eyes.

"I think I like you too," she stumbled with her words.

"What about Purab? Didn't you cry for him yesterday?" I asked.

"Cry for him? What? No," she answered.

"I wasn't crying specifically for him. I just felt like an idiot waiting for him wearing those hideous clothes. And embarrassed that you of all people saw me like that," she said defensively.

"I don't understand," I admitted.

"I wasn't crying in the car because Purab didn't show up but merely at the thought that no one will ever come to like me. You know, because the way I am," she explained.

"I know it's all very stupid but I'll just blame it on PMS," she continued. Right after that she shut her mouth with her hands. "Did I just say that out aloud?" she asked with her eyes wide open.

"Yes, you did," I laughed. Having a teenage sister, I very well know what PMS meant. Her cheeks turned crimson red. I wanted to reach over and touch that beautiful colour on her cheek. God, no wonder she never needed make-up. But I refrained myself from doing any stupid that will make her run away. Again. There was this awkward silence between us and she started rummaging my music notes that was on the desk.

"You came up with all these," she asked looking at them.

"Yeah, but they are not done or anything," I said a little afraid that she might think they are bad or something.

"They are not bad at all!" she said excitedly. I got up from the bed and walked to her. I took the music notes she was holding and sat on the study desk.

"You, really think so?" I asked and placed them back on the study desk. She nodded and smiled.

"Looks, like you are working on something before I came," she said pointing towards my bed where my guitar and few music notes were lying around.

I took her right hand and intertwined her fingers with mine and said, "So you were saying that you think' you like me." She blushed again and got up from the chair. She came to me and placed herself in between me. I was taken aback at her boldness, but loved that she was finally at my side. Our fingers were still intertwined with each other's. She took her left hand and brought it to my neck.

"I sneaked out. There's no way dad will let me come out of the house at this time. But, I needed to see you. Your words were ringing through my ears all day and I just needed to confirm," she said smiling.

I brought my free hand to her waist to pull her closer. "I am sorry that I wasn't completely honest to you about Purab. I wanted to spend time with you last night and took the advantage when you were vulnerable."

"It's okay. But just be straightforward with me next time. So, was last night our first date?" she asked.

"I think so," I said realizing that yesterday was probably our first date.

"It was the best first date I've had. I don't have many to compare with but I can assure you no dates can ever top that," she said. She let go of my hand and clasped both of her hands around my neck. I brought down my head to hers so our foreheads touched. I looked into her eyes and brought down my lips to hers. I kissed her upper lip and I felt her shivering. I brought her closer to me and linked both of my hands around her waist. She didn't kiss me back. She closed her eyes when I kissed her full bottom lips. I was about to pull back when, she started to kiss me. It was very gentle and slow, unlike my previous kisses. I wanted to show Pragya my soft side and prove to her that I am not all what she heard.

I woke up coughing. I am having the same dream for the last two nights. I don't understand why I am dreaming about my past especially about Pragya. It happened ten years ago. I looked next to me and saw Tannu sleeping soundly. I sighed in relief. The last thing Tannu needs to know is that I am having dream of my ex-girlfriend, who she happens to hate. I got up from the bed and went to the kitchen. I poured a glass of water and gulped it down my throat that felt really dry. I put down the glass and secretly prayed to not dream of Pragya or my past. I promised that it was buried deep beneath me and it should very well stay that way.

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