~One Fine Saturday: An AbhiGya Conversation by Tia and Mina~

A: Apni aankhein nikaalke pocket mein (Take out your eyes and keep it in your pocket)- oh you don't have a pocket in your dress, toh kahin aur rakh lo...Main apne kamre mein nanga hi ghumta hoon (so keep it somewhere else. I roam around naked in my room). It's too hot in here baby.

A: You crank it up, I will crank it down..Raat bhar (all night) Up and Down!😉

A: (gets closer as she is backing away.. backs her to a wall), YOUR LOSS (blows away a few tendrils of her hair by her ear).

P: Aap - aap - aaahem. I mean. The less time I spend with you, the better for both of us. *pokes his shoulder and avoids his eye*


P: *rolls eyes* *gathers her courage and pushes at his shoulders, which has...precisely no effect, because he's huge* *irritated* Do you mind? Huge room like this and you find nowhere else to stand?

A: (cages her with his hands on the wall on both sides of her moves closer, still keeping a distance of just a couple of mm away) My room, my walls, my hands and my mood to stand this way!

P: *gulps* *stares into his eyes, her own very wide behind her steamed up chashma* *notices that he's starting to grin* *gets annoyed* *slowly slides her hand from his shoulder...up his neck...lifts her fingers to dance against his cheek...* *low voice* All this room...and you want to stand here...with me...maybe you're the one who can't resist? *bites her lip provocatively and stares at him with her eyes very, very wide, but not stunned*

A: (Lets out a groan) Look who can't keep her hands off of whom here! You know what (takes out her glasses and blows on her lip), I don't keep debts, I will have to return your harkat (doings) with interest, but you have to ask for it.

P: Haaaye! Aap aise kaise (How can you just) - give those back! *jumps up and down reaching for her glasses but can't get them from him*

A: (Finds jumping Chashmish cute and sexy at the same time, holds the chashma way up, and when she gives up trying to catch it, pokes his tongue at her, walks away to lay in the middle of his Cali king-sized bed on his back, closes his eyes and wears chashma) Come get it if you want!

P: *stares in amazement* *can't see clearly because she is chashma-less - annoying rockstar husband is now a fuzzy blur in the middle of his stupid bed* *is still annoyed at having her weekend ruined* *thinks about how the jerk has her glasses* *contemplates going up close to get them* *remembers that he has a girlfriend so she has no right to get up close* *reaches to the bridge of her nose to push up her glasses in an automatic gesture* *realizes she has no glasses and looks like an idiot poking her own nose* *continues glaring and stands there undecided about what to do*

A: Oooh, this chashma is too tight, but I gotta make it fit me (takes the chashma off of his eyes and fiddles with it, bangs it on the headboard to generate some noise making sure Chashmish realizes what he is doing in case she can't see).

P: *freaks out* *flies across the room* *jumps onto massive husband's chest* *tries to grab glasses from his waving arm* ARE YOU CRAZY? Gimme those!! *doesn't realize her chest is in his face and her hair is bouncing across his vision*

A: (slowly moves her hair off of his face and makes eye contact and smirks. Moves his tongue across his lower lip and suddenly changes expression) Aww aww aaawww, it hurts! Is it your head or a shotput ball?

P: *makes a smirky face* *mutters: what a baby!* *leans up and grabs her glasses* *shoves them on her face and scrambles off him*

A: (feels disappointed as she is trying to get away, quickly moves his leg to obstruct her in such a way that she is imbalanced and falls right back on him, this time all over him) *in an annoyed voice* Dekh kar nahi chal sakti kya (Can't you see)? Now you are wearing chashma as well!

P: *tries to get up by planting her hands on his chest and pushing away from him* *realizes her hands are on his bare chest and FREEZES* *eyelock* *Allah Waariyan in the background*

A: (cups her face with both his hands, tucks her hair by her ear, brushes her lips with his thumb and suddenly rolls her to her back, under him...runs his hand down her arm to hold her by the waist and unites their foreheads looking deep into her eyes) Why did you have to betray my sister? We could have been doing this if only you weren't a biatch... I always had something for you...

P: *heavy breathing* *veins on fire* *can't look away from his eyes* *wondering if she is dreaming* *notices his body is really heavy on hers...and the bed under her is so soft...* W-well...I n-never had anything for you, and I never will. And w-what about your girlfriend? Seems like you know a thing or two about betrayal too...men are all the same!

A: Itni akkad (So much attitude)? I actually like it. (Looks at her heaving chest and runs his fingers over the goosebumps on her neck making her shiver) Go lie to some dumbass. (Gets off of her in a quick movement) You know what? She is irrelevant, you could have been... Alas! (Blows a flying kiss and walks away).

P: *lies there stunned* *stares at his retreating back* *wonders why she feels hot and achy all over* *realizes she can still feel the whisper of his fingertips against her neck* *gets agitated/angry at everything and jumps off the bed, brushing her hands all over her as if to wipe him off* *mutters to herself - self-important...egomaniacal...who does he think he is...could have been?!...in his bloody dreams!* *picks up all her scattered bras and shoves them onto the sofa* *tries to go back to her puja but keeps one eye open in suspicion/expectation of him wandering back to the room...* *wonders where the hell he's gone wearing just his underwear* *tells herself she doesn't care* *tries to think of bhagwanji...aaand all she can see in her mind's eye is her stupid non-husband in nothing but his tighty-whities...* *remembers how he said...we could have been doing this...you could have been...*

P: *finishes puja* *realizes annoying husband is in the shower* *remembers she left some...toys...lying around...OH GOD* *wonders why he's been in there twenty minutes...* *hesitantly knocks on door* Erm...suniye?

P: Commitment? Trust? Why don't you go ask your sainted friend where his commitment was when he started romancing my sister? Didn't he remember your trust in his engagement when he started to talk to her about marriage? Couldn't he have mentioned it to me once when I went to check him out? *in her rage, doesn't realize she's spilled a very big secret...*

A: (in disbelief) What did you say? Sister?

A: Are you telling me Purab does not love Aaliyah? That can't be true. Is this some game you guys are playing with Aaliyah's heart? When I asked Purab and Aaliyah if they want to marry, over a year ago, they both agreed. I have asked Purab several times and he never not wanted to marry. And then comes this new girl in his life, and he wants to ditch Aaliyah for her, betraying my whole family's trust in him? That can't be true. My childhood friend Purab can't be like that. My sister's heart can't be broken by him like that. Tell me all this is your big fat lie. Tell me you are hurting me to take out your frustration on me. Tell me this is your revenge. All this can't be true.

P: *startled by the fierce emotion in his voice* *speaking slow and cautious* Look, I...I didn't even know how you and Purab were connected. Bulbul met him through work and he never told us about Aaliya. All I know is that my sister is giving up her love for my sake...and Purab is accepting Aaliya for her sake. I'm...I'm sorry but none of this is what I want. I don't need revenge on you.

A: (Feels the truth in her voice as he often has felt but ignored, his head is spinning, his heart starting to beat faster, desperately searches for his mobile phone and rings Purab, doesn't ask him questions but explains what Pragya told him in few but clear words and demands a Yes or No. Pragya watches him silently, feeling helpless, at the same time afraid if she messed it up for everyone. Abhi hearing Purab's answer throws the phone to the wall and it shatters into pieces). He never loved Aaliyah. He wanted to marry her to so that I don't feel bad but when he found Bulbul he couldn't help falling in love. He could neither tell Aaliyah about Bulbul nor Bulbul about Aaliyah (says in shaky voice and sits on the sofa). And my sister still thinks Purab loves her. How am I gonna...(his eyes are red in rage but filled with tears).

P: *looks at smashed phone* *looks at devastated husband from the corner of her eye* *looks at heap of bras on the corner of the sofa next to devastated husband and wonders how her day got so crazy...how her life got so crazy...* *sees that devastated husband is sitting with his head in his hands, lost in his angst* *decides that she can't just hang around suffocating in this air thick with stressful feelings* *carefully approaches still-mostly-a-stranger-husband* *kneels in front of him* *sets a hand on his knee* *speaks softly* Listen... *fights to keep her voice steady after his head snaps up and he stares at her in brooding surprise* Umm...we need to...we can...we have to convince Aaliya that she deserves better...Purab lied to her, right? He's not the right man for her, and - and we'll help her get over him, we'll help her move on -

A: (A couple of Abhi's tear drops fall on Pragya's hand that is on his kneecap...he starts to speak in an anger filled broken voice) My sister deserves much better..she doesn't need a guy who can break a 20 year old trust for a girl he knows for two months. My Aaliyah is brave, she will ditch that wuss and ditch him for good. He can go with whoever he wants.

P: *looks around wildly for a handkerchief or tissue box* *nothing around but her pile of bras and her dupatta* *erm...nope not gonna use either of those* *slowly slides her hand off his knee and leans back* *notices that he's...still in a towel...damn how did they manage to have this big fight with him only in a towel?* *gets distracted staring at his chest...it is a nice chest, and it's right there, because he seems to have hate-hate relationship with shirts...* *realizes she is basically ogling husband-who-is-still-a-stranger-and-presently-rather-distressed* *blushes hard* *jumps up and runs to the cupboard and grabs a teeshirt for him* *doesn't notice it's some creepy wolf eye tshirt* *holds it in front of his face and holds her hand in front of her eyes* H-here. You don't want to catch a cold now that you have a plan for your sister, right?

A: (Throws away the shirt) Why on earth do you still care for me?

P: *stumbles back as massive husband gets to his feet* *tries not to notice the towel is sort of slipping from his waist...* *tries not to think about what if the towel falls* *omg what if the towel falls...!!!* *tries to be a good girl and moves her gaze up* *gets stuck on his chest* *notices that his nipples are...pebbled in the cold...* *yells at herself for looking at those* *forces her gaze further up...meets his eyes...sees he is staring at her with angry suspicion and something...soft and confused in his eyes too...* *eyelock* *allah waariyan* *a droplet of water drips down his forehead and breaks her concentration* *shakily clears her throat* I c-care because - because I guess you're not such an awful brother after all. I can respect that. Aaand - and besides! *trying to be funny because she can't deal with this TENSION anymore* Besides, since I'm the only one here the rest of the weekend, if you got sick I'd have to take care of you! And I'd rather not! Unless do you think your girlfriend would come over to give you tissues and make you soup? Because that's fine, you know, you can do that, and I'll just move in the guest room with my books and my toys and my chocolate, and... *continues babbling hyperly and nervously...backing away from husband-whose-towel-is-not-exactly-slipping-yet as he walks towards her...doesn't realize she's going to be toppling backwards onto the bed in a few more steps...*

A: (Walks closer as she walks back) My girlfriend never makes soup for me, not even my cinnamon coffee, nor gives me that horrible hot water if I am cold (holds her before she falls on the bed by grabbing her arms and steadies her) And you wanna spend the rest of your life with your books and toys in the guest room? (takes a look at her big, beautiful eyes and can't take eyes off, after several moments) Tell me what do you want to do. I destroyed it for you, but I will fix it for you as well. Tell me. I wish I had known all this before marriage or at least right after. But it's never too late. Tell me how should I fix this.

P: *stares into his handsome face* *for half a second sees a beautiful vision of a future with him at her side, ready to fix her problems for her, ready to make things right* *then remembers that she is looking at Abhi, the rockstar, and she has the worst luck in the world* *drops her gaze and looks vaguely past his shoulder* Fix it? It's simple, right? This marriage was a mistake. So to fix it you will end it. That's all.

A: (notes the film of tears formed in her eyes) And what will you tell your mom? And what will I tell my Daadi? And don't you know Daadi stopped making my coffee forever? What will I do with the headache I get without it? And who will you take for more pag pheres? Who will share desi daaru (local alcohol) with my rockstar Daadi? Who will wear your Mamaji's shirt? And what will you do when you get bored and miss fighting with me, since your home is so polite and proper? And what will I do when I have to watch a scary movie? And more importantly, what will you do when you want to ogle at me? Think again, women die for a glimpse of me and here you get to see me day and night.

P: *realizes he is trying to be funny* *tries to laugh* *can't quite manage it* *trembles a little* I'll - I'll buy a poster and put it on my ceiling. And w-we can just tell everyone the t-truth that we d-don't suit each other. And you can learn to make your own coffee! *pokes his shoulder* *feels one hot tear rolling down her cheek and tries to brush it away quickly*

A: (Imagines himself as a live poster on the ceiling of Pragya's room and watching her on her bed, but gets distracted by the tear she was trying to hide, takes his hand to wipe another drop that was falling from her other eye, then moves his hands to her waist and pulls her closer, earning a gasp from her) Poster can do this to you or you will use that toy with it? (Makes her blush and smile) If you could care for me when I was my worst with you... Daadi can't make wrong choices for me...Anyways, if you still prefer going back to your house and have that double battery stare at you, your loss!

P: *finds herself chashma-to-chest-skin with his still-stiff nips* *tells herself it's ok to look when they are right there in front of her face* *distracted by the feel of his towel against her kameez-and-salwar-covered thighs* *noticing that his hands on her waist feel like burning brands...but not in a bad way...* *registers what he says about her toy and blushes but can't help smiling a bit* *registers what he says about Daadi's choice and her heart lurches with a dangerous hope* *hears his last line and wonders who he means by double battery* *realizes what he's referring to* *snorts derisively* Suresh, and stare at me? No, he's only interested in Bulbul. Even when we were engaged he used to look at her through the window, can you imagine that? *voice is a bit bitter but then she gets distracted again by the dizzying reality of almost-naked-massive-rockstar-husband in front of her* *trails a finger up his shoulder blade...* *flattens her palm on his shoulder just to see if she can fit her hand around it* *she can't, he's so damn massive...!*

A: (For a moment thinks that double battery is lucky - if he was staring at Chashmish, Abhi doesn't know what he would have done to him... ...but soon gets distracted as her lean fingers, tentatively moving on his chest up to shoulder, give him a rush of hormones...his hands tighten around her waist pulling her further closer, he feels her heavy breathing chest pressed on his stomach, and her lips to his chest, along with her glasses...he suddenly feels the urge to taste those lips he has developed a fascination for, all through their heated arguments over the past few weeks... his one hand moves to cup her face while the other still holds her tight, he pulls off her glasses and smacks his lips on her trembling lips in a quick movement).

P: *startled to find herself chashma-less and then beyond startled by his lips on hers* *doesn't know what to do with her mouth at first* *but his one hand helpfully tilts up her chin* *and his other hand helpfully slides across the small of her back, flattens against it and pushes her even closer to him* *kameez-and-salwar covered area meets towel covered area in a very...interesting angle* *her hands move around his neck...into his hair...* *her lips move with his...* *his teeth nip at her lower lip and her mouth opens to him...* *...one moment blurs into the next and there's really no room for thoughts in her brain because the feelings are overwhelming and the rush of blood in her head is so noisy* *but there is the half-formed fleeting thought that we're kissing...* *and a bit later that it's good...* *and after that...he tastes nice...* *and after that...he...is...SO...massive...*