Drabble: Pragya vs. Fuggy
Are you dreaming? I am Pragya Arora. And all I care about is your money, your fame and everything associated with you.
Can you not see in my eyes? I am Fuggy. Your Fuggy.
"Ugh" Abhi woke up in the middle of the night with a start, after a long repeating dream. He felt shaken. He blindly searched his iPhone in the dark, that was on the side table, to make a note of the time.
It was 2 am.
He tried to go back to sleep but couldn't. He wondered where Ms. Pragya Arora was and he didn't find her sleeping on the sofa. He turned the bed light on and was surprised to see Pragya sleeping right next to him.
He couldn't help a smile on his face to see her peaceful and innocent sleeping face. He slowly laid himself close to her and watched her breathe calmly.
What game are you playing, woman?, he asked her in his mind. She had left him but came back as someone he almost didn't recognize. He could never deny that she was still his Fuggy but she had told him otherwise in her every word and action.
But her sweet innocent features were mesmerizing. At least in her sleep she looked exactly his Fuggy. She was not going to wake up and tell him otherwise any soon. So he decided to keep looking at her as long as it could last.
A few minutes later she turned to her side towards him, placing her hand on his waist.
He tried to not move so that her sleep isn't disturbed. But he couldn't help himself from wanting to move away the tendrils of hair that fell on her eyes when she had turned.
He blew air on her face to do the hair away.
"Kya kar rahe hain aap? (what are you doing)", she spoke without opening her eyes.
He held himself still and when he realized she hadn't woken up, he relaxed.
"Mujhe hug kyun nahi karte aap? (why don't you hug me?)", she had snuggled to him.
He instinctively wrapped his arm around her. The feel of her skin against the satin gown that clung to her was enticing to him.
"Fuggy", he couldn't help saying.
"Hmm.. kya chahiye aapko? Paani? (what do you want? water?)", she said with her eyes closed- just like she used to say before, whenever he called out for her in the middle of nights.
This had to be his Fuggy.
He slowly moved her to her back still holding her, with him almost on the top of her, without laying his weight on her. He moved his fingers from her forehead to neck and studied her little reactions.
He could feel her cheeks gain color as his fingers traced her neckline.
She smiled, yet seemed in sleep.
His thumb brushed her lips ever so gently and his fingers then moved down her neck, marking her cleavage. Her breathing was growing rugged and his eyes focussed on her heaving chest.
His hand, very much disobeying him, moved over to her breast.
"Ohhh", her eyes opened all of a sudden.
His eyes met with hers. He saw apprehension, desire, urgency, fear and so many other things at the same time.
She gasped when his hand firmly closed where it was. She arched her neck and closed her eyes in submission.
He knew she would give herself to him if he went further.
But he didn't want it this way.
"Please tum meri Fuggy ban jaao (please become my Fuggy)", he almost begged moving his hand away from her breast.
"Nahi.. nahi.. (No.. No)", She quickly got up and tears filled her eyes.
She ran to the closet. His fist banged the side table in frustration.
Edited by -Tia- - 10 years ago
Ufff Yeh Love Hai Mushkil
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