Abhigya:SS: The Only One

The Only One

Chapter One - The Return of the Almost Husband

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This was the good life, thought Abhi, smugly as he winked across the room at Tanu, who blew him a kiss.

His grin still firmly in place, he leaned carefully against a pillar in the alcove by the front door, and snagged a glass of bourbon from a passing waiter.

Normally, he didn't drink at his own house-parties, but in less than an hour he was about to bid adieu to one of the longest years he'd had since he'd made it to the big leagues.

But all that was over now.

Dadi was surrounded by her own little fan following, Aliya was being chatted up by two GQ models who seemed to be taking her mind entirely off Purav and Bulbul who looked like a couple of high school seniors from the way they were giggling and if he wasn't wrong...groping. Seriously? Those two needed to get a room before Bulbul's bespectacled nun of a sister saw them.

A particular achal-less image from earlier that night flashed through his mind.

Well, maybe she wasn't such a nun. Hell underneath all those damn layers...

"Pragya?"

He jerked slightly at her name.

Damn. She wasn't here was she?

He hadn't said any of that out loud had he?

Not that he needed to, that woman had the most uncanny ability to read his mind, he admitted with a grimace.

"Suresh?"

Suresh? As in Masterji?

What the bloody hell...

What was he doing here?

Hadn't he droned on enough about the virtues of his wife last time he was here?

"...voh, I thought...um...these are for you..."

Suddenly reluctant to stay hidden in his private alcove, Abhi found himself stepping out and placing a possessive hand at his delectable if prudish wife's waist, his hand tightening slightly at the sight of the bouquet she seemed to have just received.

Looking deliberately away from the offending flowers Chashmish seemed to be clutching entirely to close for his liking, he arched a brow and handed her Suresh his still full glass of bourbon, "Here to check on my wife Masterji?" he drawled with dry mockery.

The professor who seemed to have been stupefied by both the sight of his sudden appearance and the glass of alcohol he had just been handed, gaped briefly, before squaring his shoulders no doubt to deliver yet another of his long winded sermons.

Not that Abhi had any intention of letting him. He already dealt with more than his fair share of lectures courtesy of his beloved Dadi and his...and Chashmish.

"Masterji, I need to talk to my wife about something, Excuse us," he drawled as he began to drag her away for a quick word - fake MMS or not, someone was going to explain what he was doing here, and then Abhi was going to go have a talk with the man about boundaries.

Assuming he hadn't fled by then.

Turning quickly back, Abhi, pasted a smile on his face as he added almost as if in an afterthought, "But, tum kahi maat jaana, I have a surprise for you."

"Surprise?"

"Paitence Masterji, hold on to your horses..." he mocked liltingly as he walked his confused wife back into to alcove he had just vacated.

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Preview:

"Kahiye." Prompted Pragya

"Kya Kahiya...why is your boyfriend here?" snapped Abhi disapproval lining his every word as he pushed her deeper into the alcove to avoid Meetu spotting them again.

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