DASHI FUTTT 21.8
Yeh Rishta Kya Kehlata Hai - 22 Aug 2025 EDT
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I still couldn't believe it was her, I mean it is her. I went to the store to get the latest edition of Counter Strike video game, that I am very much obsessed about. And now, I got out of the store without even getting them. Partly because I am embarrassed that Pragya will come to find out that a 29 year old-man is still into video games. I don't know why I would even be embarrassed about that. And also partly because I don't know what else to do. She just walked away saying nothing and I didn't want to just stand there like an idiot. I entered into my car and blared my favorite Ramones. They always help to calm me down. I never really believed in intuition. I've always thought it was an irrational function. But now I'm having second thoughts about it. I've had this gut feeling about Pragya for the past three days. I was dreaming or have been subconsciously thinking about her. And when I walked into the store, and saw this woman with a normal green cotton sari draped around her petite figure and long French braid, deja vu hit me. She stood out at first because she was the only women in the store. And when she turned a little to the left, I saw that she was wearing spectacles and deja vu hit me again. That face definitely felt familiar. To prove myself wrong, I braced myself to look if it's Spe- I mean, Pragya. I tapped her shoulder lightly and I was right indeed. It was her.
I sighed and inserted the key into the ignition and started the car's engine. There was nothing to talk about to Pragya. Everything we had was over a long time ago.
"How can you be such an idiot?" Aaliyah shouted at me. I rolled my eyes and took my cup to drop it into the sink. I went straight away to Aaliyah's place to tell who I just saw few hours ago. And now I regret it.
"Of course I am a big fool for thinking to share this information with you," I muttered and went back to the couch and sat on it. Aaliyah brought her laptop and came to sit next to me.
"Regardless, you're an idiot, bhai. Why didn't you ask her contact number or where she lives? It might be over between you guys but we are still friends. At least, I hope so," she said slowly. I could never really see why Pragya and Aaliyah were friends even from the beginning. They were very different and still are.
"I am intrigued, now. Who knew she was staying in the same city as us," she said excitedly and grabbed her iPad from the coffee table.
"Aaliyah, what are you doing?" I asked knowing she is up to something.
"Thank god, we live in an era where you can Google and find every detail on a person," she said to me like I was retarded.
"Now, you're being an idiot. Do you know how many people named Pragya stays in this city?" I questioned her decision. Truth is, I didn't want to know anything about Pragya. I don't want to go look for her. She is married now and she has a kid. Something I conveniently missed out from telling Aaliyah.
"Shut up, Bhai! I am searching!" she shushed and nudged me with her elbow. I refused from looking at her iPad screen. I don't want to know anything about Spe- Pragya. She is not Specky anymore, you can't call her like that you dumbass, I mentally scolded myself.
She purposely scooted nearer to me, so I have to look at the screen. I closed my eyes and laid my head on the arm couch. I am feeling a little guilty leaving without even a goodbye. I remembered the time I walked out on her 10 years ago. It was our first fight. Well, sort of.
It's been three days since I talked to Specky after the small rift. I went to the garage where Aakash and I occasionally practice our music at his house. I need to relax my mind and I can't do it at my place. It reminds me too much of my dad. I know that I act like everything is okay, but it isn't. Nothing has been fine for a while. My dad and I were the only man in our house and I used to spend a huge amount of times with him. He was the one who encouraged me to play guitar. He encouraged me to join classes and would spend time with me rehearsing. He was the best and most supportive dad anyone could ask for.
My eyes burnt and I could feel the tears coming. I quickly wiped them away and greeted Aakash and Purab. Purab doesn't play any instrument. Mostly, he just sits and watch Aakash and me jam. He doesn't listen to rock music. He's more into alternative and indie music. But he would hang out with us even though I have this feeling that Aakash and I bore him at times with our awesome music.
"Hey, it's been ages since we've seen you Bhai," Aakash said.
"Yeah. It's like you've disappeared or something. We don't even see you at the cafe anymore. And you don't hang out with us anymore. You know just us guys without the girls," Purab agreed. I just shrugged. I've been spending a lot of time with Pragya. We haven't told anyone about our relationship. It's not like we're hiding our relationship or anything but we just never felt like telling anyone. Mostly we'll hang out the library at the inventory section upstairs and in my room without anyone knowing. And once in a while we will hang out with the gang at Starbucks. I know I should tell them what's going on, but I didn't. I didn't want to. It's like she is something I want to keep for myself. I don't feel like sharing her with anyone. I smirked and brushed the topic off.
I went and sat opposite Purab with Aakash's electric guitar. I sat down on the second-hand couch that we all gathered money for and bought at some warehouse sale, I don't really remember. I was strumming the guitar with the new music notes I just composed a few weeks ago. Aakash picked up his drumsticks and went to the hit the drums. He isn't very good at guitar, but he is an excellent drummer. He quickly caught up with my music and played in tune with mine. Purab took the lyrics and tried to sing it in sync with our music but failed miserably and we laughed so hard.
"I don't think Bulbul is interested in me, bhai," Purab said in a sad voice. I took a sip of the beer from the bottle that Aakash gave and turned to look at him. He didn't look sad though, just indifferent.
"Why?" Aakash asked.
"I don't know. I like her but she declined when I asked her to go out. Maybe I should have asked Pragya out instead," Purab said. I coughed and spitted out the beer I sipped in.
"Are you okay, bhai?" Purab and Aakash asked me. I just nodded and wiped my mouth. My shirt was drenched with beer so I took it off and drank another sip of beer.
"What on earth has gotten into you? I mean you are younger than her. Like 2 years," I said and made and a grossed out face.
"So, what? What's wrong with that? She's attractive and mysterious. She is also a very close friend of mine. We are quite similar and has interest on the same things," Purab argued back.
"You know I think she might even look hot if she removes her spectacles and wear more exposed clothes," Aakash winked. I grabbed the cushion and threw it on his face. He uttered some profanity words and laughed.
"Respect, Aakash," I said angrily.
"Okay," he obeyed and sat next to Purab.
"Well, she is off-limits to either of you," I warned.
"Why?" Aakash asked. Purab looked at me raising his eyebrows.
"Bec-ause she is elder to you guys," I stuttered. Why can't just I spill it out? Why can't I tell them that I'm with her, that's why. For some reason that I can't explain, I don't want to. I sighed and dropped my head to the arm couch.
"Do you have feelings for her, bhai?" Purab asked suspiciously.
"No, I don't," I lied. It's good that I've quite mastered in lying and hiding how I feel.
"Then why can't I ask her out? If she likes me too, what's so wrong about it?" Purab argued back.
"Do, whatever you guys want, okay. I'm done here for today," I spitted angrily and wore back my beer drenched shirt, walking back to my car. I realized that I am jealous. Really badly. And this feeling sucks. I've never felt insecure. It never bothered me before if the girls I was in a relationship with were seeing someone else. And Pragya and I were never exclusive. And I realized I want to her to be the special person. I want us to be exclusive. I was annoyed that she was prying on me and she wasn't wrong for wanting to know more about me. I am just not very good at opening up to people. I need to make it up. I don't want to lose her.
I wanted to drop by at her home but I know how strict her dad is. It's already past her curfew and he will not allow her to see me. He's very conventional and traditional about these things. So, I went back and opened the door. I saw Tannu, Bulbul and Aaliyah were at the living room watching some chick-flick. I tried looking for Pragya but she was nowhere to be found.
"Hey," I greeted Tannu and Bulbul.
"Where's Pragya?" I asked trying to sound calm and not desperate.
"She bought some new novel and won't get herself out of the bed without finishing it," Bulbul replied without even taking her eyes from the television.
"Hey," Tannu replied with a huge smile. I politely smiled back and went upstairs. I went into Daadi's room and kissed her good night. I slowly walked into my mother's room and took out the cellphone she bought for Aaliyah and me each from her closet. We were only allowed to bring it when we have classes or when we are somewhere far out of her reach. They were strictly only for emergency. And this is emergency. I need to define the relationship between Pragya and me. I went into my room and locked my door. I don't want to call Pragya from the landline because I am worried that the girls might eavesdrop from the phone downstairs. They've done that multiple times with my other girlfriends. I switched on Aaliyah's phone and checked for Pragya's landline number. I keyed in the number into my phone and dialed it. It rang for four times and someone picked it at the fifth ring.
"Hello," the voice said. I released my breath that I didn't realize I was holding till now. It was Specky. I was afraid her dad would be the one who picks up the phone.
"Hey," I answered.
"Abhi?" she asked in a surprised voice. But she didn't sound pissed, just surprised.
"Yes, I was wondering why you didn't come and hang out with the rest of the girls. I think they are having sleepover," I said.
"Yeah, I know. I am not really interested in that. All they do is file nails and gossip about everyone they have come across. I am too old for that. Plus, I have got this novel I have to finish," she said in a bored voice.
"I thought you weren't here because of me and what happened the other day," I said slowly.
"Well, and that too. I didn't want to disturb you," she chuckled.
"Why aren't you upset?" I asked.
"I was. Until I started reading this book. My mind is so caught up in it right now, I am over that," she said casually.
"So, that's all it takes? Getting you a book whenever we fight is enough for us to make up?" I asked teasing her, lying on the bed. I removed my smelly shirt and dropped it onto the floor.
"I guess. Aren't you glad?" she said and I could feel her smiling.
"Yes and no. I don't know. I guess I wanted more angst emotions from you. And what is this novel you're reading that made you not to be angry with me?" I asked.
"It's Flowers in the Attic by V.C. Andrews. It's amazing actually," she answered.
"Never heard of that. Listen, I want to confirm about something with you," I said awkwardly.
"Shoot," she said.
"Are we in an open relationship?" I asked.
"What do you mean by that?" she asked instead of answering my question.
"Open relationship, where you and I date differ-, "I hesitated.
"I know what open relationship means, Abhi. I meant why, you want to talk about that with me?" she interrupted. I didn't answer.
"Do you want to date someone else?" she asked very slowly I could almost barely hear her.
"No, that's not what I was talking about. Ugh, this is not going the way I want it to be," I groaned. She was quiet. She has misunderstood me. I can't hear anything from the other side of line.
"Specky?" I called. Still no sound.
"What I meant to ask was are you into open relationship? I mean, do you want to date other people? Because I am not interested in dating anyone else but you and I would very much like you not to either," I let it all out. I don't even know if I made any sense.
"You're not interested in dating other people?" she asked.
"Yes, but I would like if you answer some of my questions too, you know," I said. She chuckled.
"No, I am not interested dating other people and I very much don't want you to either," she said and I could feel her smiling.
"But, Abhi please don't ever walk out on me like that again. If we ever have problem, let's talk it out. I don't like fighting with you more than an hour. It sucks," she said in a sad voice.
"Okay," I said and promised myself to never ever do that again.
"Good night. I want to go back to reading," she said.
"Oh, come on! Read it to me, please. I'm pretty bored right now," I begged. Then, I remembered that I am using the cell phone. Mom is going to kill me. But it will be all worth it in the end.
"No, way. It has some details I don't feel comfortable sharing with you," she said shyly.
"Like, what?" I asked.
"Shut up, Abhi. Don't act like a prude," she said. Then, I understood what she was talking about.
"Is it erotic?" I asked and laughed. I could imagine her cheeks burning right now. How I want her to be next to me right now, so I can touch both of her cheeks.
"Good night," she said and hung up. And I dozed off while laughing to myself.
"Bhai, I found it, I mean her. I think I found Pragya!" she shrieked twenty minutes later. I opened my eyes and looked at Aaliyah. Her eyes were on the screen. I sighed and got up from the sofa. I went back to the kitchen and made myself a cup of milk coffee with cinnamon powder sprinkled all over it. I don't know. Would I be betraying Tannu if I go and see Pragya? I rubbed both of my hands with my face and brought the cup to the living room.
"I've found her. There's even a picture of her here. It is Pragya, bhai!" Aaliyah shrieked with excitement. And part of me is excited along her. I want to meet Pragya too, I guess.
"There's nothing wrong in meeting her, Bhai. You're not betraying Tannu, if that what bothers you so much. We were all friends before all that happened. And I am sure Tannu will understand," Aaliyah tried to convince me. That's not the reason. I just don't want to end up in her place and have to face her husband. I really don't want to. But there's a part of me wants to see her. It would be nice to see her happy. Maybe I can finally really move on. Get the closure I need. And also the promise I silently made to myself years ago. Even though it is irrelevant, I want to still keep it despite breaking it.
"If you don't want to then, fine! I will visit her myself!" Aaliyah snapped and headed towards her room.
"Wait, Aaliyah!" I called.
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