so this isn't a fun drabble, it's another one of those things where i start a fic but god knows if i'll ever really pick it up (like the one where abhi immediately disbelieves the MMS - anyone actually wanna see a whole story for that?? i've sort of lost energy for it which is too bad because i really wanted to read that story :p)
anyway just imagine the day that daadi becomes the anti-abhigya-shipper - because she's fed up with abhi, disillusioned, and doesn't think he could ever be a good husband to pragya
so this is sort of like...if pragya was leaving after the MMS thing, upholding her pride or however you want to call it..
i don't think daadi would talk like this but i can't figure out how to make it sound better right now :S
and yes i know the abhi part should be longer...but this is what i do, inflict incomplete things on you guys :P
"I won't stop you from going," Daadi said. "Only I need to apologize first."
"What? No, Daadi -" Pragya hurried to interrupt, but Daadi talked over her.
"I am so very sorry, child. It was my mistake to think that my spoiled grandson could ever become worthy of you. I was selfish to think of his needs and my desires, when I should have known all along that he couldn't be your proper life partner. I don't deserve it but I hope you will find it in your heart to forgive me for all of this."
Pragya hated to hear Daadi talk like this. And she could see out of the corner of her eye what it was doing to Abhi to witness this exchange. She tried to soothe Daadi saying, "No, no Daadi, please, it's nothing like that. There's nothing to forgive. Thank you for giving me a place in your heart and wanting me to be a part of your family. It just wasn't meant to be."
"Beta, you are sweeter than I deserve. I should have known better than to think Abhi would change, and I wish you weren't the one to pay for my mistakes."
"Oh Daadi - please - please don't be hard on him. If he's not right for me, I'm not right for him either. Everything he's done, he's done from a sense of duty and love. He's - he's a good man, Daadi, please don't blame him."
"No, my child. I understand why are you saying so but you must not leave under the weight of so many falsehoods. He has wronged you, and I have wronged you, and even if you don't hold that against us, you should."
"Daadi..."
"My dear, I just want you to know you have my blessings. I will hope and pray that you get all the happiness you deserve in life. The man that was made for you will find you and you will have a happy future. Just remember me to call me sometimes. You may no longer be my bahu but that doesn't break every tie between us."
"Of - of course, Daadi. You take care of yourself and remember that...everyone in this house loves you, Daadi, and if they have made mistakes they can make up for them too."
"Even when you're leaving, you're keeping my house together. Tu saach mein laankhon mein ek, aur main bewakoof hui tujhe aise halat mein lein aaya. I will make my penance to God, and it's more than I deserve that you don't hold it against me."
"Oh, Daadi. I'm so sorry. And I guess this is goodbye?"
"Yes, my dear, but invite me to your real wedding when it happens, so that I can give my ashirwaard. By then perhaps I will have eased the stain on my soul for causing all this."
"...Goodbye, Daadi."
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Abhi had hated to hear Daadi talk about Chashmish marrying someone else, finding her perfect life partner. It was bad enough to have Daadi disappointed in him but to have her saying that there was someone out there better than him...it was beyond galling.
Abhi was angry and frustrated and confused and miserable. He had never once seriously thought about keeping Chashmish as his wife, but now that she was gone he couldn't seem to understand life without her.
He needed her back, for Daadi, and for himself.
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