
I looked like I was just casually drinking coffee, like the other 50 people in this cafe, but I wasn't really. I was making the most important decision in my life. I played with the little card in my hand, and went through the whole incident again in my head

Flashback
Abhi just found out the truth that I wasn't at fault at all. But then:
"Pragya, listen to me... It's not my fault, I swear,"said Abhi grabbing onto her arm.
"Not one word, Mr. Abhishek Prem Mehra... It's all your fault that my mother is in such a state today," answered Pragya with pure hatred in her eyes. "I thought that atleast you would keep your promise...you promised that you won't tell my mother anything about our marriage."
"But Pragya-"
"Didn't you," she yelled.
"I did, but-"
"And you refused to stand by your promise. Why Abhi why," she yelled holding his collar.
"How can you accuse me of such a thing without checking the facts? I don't know who has told your mother, but it isn't me."
"Wow Abhi! How hypocritical! You are blaming me of not checking the facts, when you have done the same. And anyways, it doesn't matter WHO told my mother. But you are the one that created this situation in the first place. You married me thinking that I was the one that Purab loved and that I was a goldigger that latched on to Purab for his money. But did you ever go and check if this was accurate before taking this big step? I'm sick and tired of this, I just can't do it anymore..I'll never forgive you. Never. And if anything happens to my mother... I won't spare you."
Abhi looked down in shame. With that Pragya walked out of the room with tears streaming down her face.
Little did he know that Tannu heard the whole thing and was grinning to herself.
"My plan worked! I finally got that behenji(Pragya) out of the way"
In the hall, an angry Pragya was walking towards the doors.
"Pragya, please don't-"
"You lost the right to stop me," Pragya replied coldly."If you are worried about Daadi, then I'll inform her and put the blame on myself for this. You don't need to worry."
She turned around for one glance at the house. She was reminded of the many wonderful memories she made here. And she caught the eyes of Abhi. They shared an eyelock. His eyes pleaded her to stay, and it was getting very hard for her to go. It was as if something chained her back. But them images of her mother in a coma flooded her mind. And she was enraged once again. She walked out.
End of Flashback

It was a year since that incident. And those moments still haunted me. My mom, thankfully, is hale and hearty now. But she hasn't given up on trying to get me married. She wants me to be happy. But I don't know what will make me happy anymore.
For about the millionth time, I flipped over the card again. It read:
Can we start all over again?
When he asked me that a week ago, I responded with anger. But to tell the truth, I wasn't able to forget him either. The memories that were once beautiful are now painful reminders of him.
"Can't we make everything right? Can we just start all over again,"I cried.
Abhi smiled. "We"ll make a new beginning. It won't be perfect, but we will make it beautiful."
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