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Everybody's Fool

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"Chashmish, I -"

"Don't." Pragya interrupted, her voice unnervingly calm as she dragged in a much-needed breath to at least stall the constant shudders her incessant tears were bringing with them.

This must be what pain felt like. Or maybe this was simply what waking up felt like.

For a second she let all the moments, flash through her mind. God how could she have been so stupid? How could she have been such a fool?

A sharp gasp escaping her, Pragya, suddenly remembered a memory from a night not unlike this, when she had stood right here, and he had sat not feet away.

God, had she been so gullible?

And suddenly the tears stopped.

Maybe because she had cried herself out, or maybe because she had simply realized that she really had nothing to cry for. He was right. She was a fool. For all her degree's and all her accolades, she really had always been nothing more than a fool when it came to him.

Finally, feeling calm enough to turn back around, Pragya discreetly wiped the embarrassing tears off her face as she asked, "This is what you meant that day isn't it? When you said you hadn't seen a fool like me?"

Pride kept her voice calm and steady, it even allowed a depreciating smile tilt her lips. But even pride couldn't prevent the crack in her voice as she uttered that last word.

He wouldn't look at her she noticed.

Instead, he looked behind her, at a point on the wall no doubt, he'd confessed to her once that that was how he calmed his nerves every time he got nervous.

Pragya, could almost laugh.

Well, in all honesty she probably was about to laugh, hysteria did that to her. Determined, however, not to humiliate herself anymore than she already had over the past few months, Pragya dragged in yet another shaky breath.

It was funny, she thought, that if she didn't know him as well as she did she would have thought he hadn't even heard her, that he hadn't even noticed.

But she'd seen the way he'd flinched when he heard her voice break.

And if the way he'd flinched was anything to go by, he'd noticed.

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Abhi hadn't believed in a God since he was seven.

At twenty-seven he learned it all over again.

Anger and disgust swirling inside him Abhi knew he had flinched visibly as her voice broke oh softly when she realized the depths of his treachery, but he just couldn't help it. Desperately needing to blame someone anyone, for what he'd done. He raged silently, his eyes closed, his jaw locked, at the God he didn't believe in -Why would you do that to her?

Why would you let me do this to her?

She believed in you.

And just as fiercely, a voice replied - She believed in you too. She believed in you more.

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