Abhigya: Each Song Has A Story (pg. 2- Ch 2 edited!) - Page 2

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The impulsive streak within propelled me to write a continuation of Each Song Has A Story tonight (right now. this very minute. chop chop!) even though I'm pretty sure more forethought and planning would do me good. I hope it's not too bad and disappointing because I wrote this down in a matter of minutes! Me and my bouts of spontaneity. Thank you once again😳

"You gave up on us!"

Spittle flew out of his mouth. Unsightly veins popped out on his forehead. His fist clenched and unclenched as he snarled out all the anger he's been keeping inside.

"You gave up and left me. You couldn't stand being an emotional punching bag any longer so you packed your bag and left me. What's so bad about dealing with my anger? A husband needs to vent out once in while, who else to torment than his convenient wife? And don't you forget, no one else will take you as wife so count your blessing and face me like the pillar of strength your family thinks you are!"

His eyes seemed to have taken on a maniacal glint, a determination to shred her to pieces then and there. Simply put, he's aiming to destroy her.

"You are just like all those other girls out there, staying around long enough to get as much out of me as possible, but if it's not money you need then what? Affection? A man's touch? Don't you think I caught up on that? You're just the same. It's funny really, acting so prim and proper with your nose up in the air whenever you're around me and my people, when in fact you're so desperate it's shameful. You can't help it, can you? You think you're so much better. You don't realize: you're even worse. You walked out the door without ever looking back, without ever looking back at Daadi. At me. At least other girls made their intentions clear, but you? You play mind games and you manipulate, one moment you throw yourself in my arms, the next your mangalsutra is laid down next to my guitar, discarded and unwanted!"

All of a sudden the raging torrent of emotions came to a halt. It skidded and catapulted in another direction. The storm brewing in his eyes melted softly into something akin to bleakness.

"Can't you see what you're doing to me? I look into your eyes and I do things, say things, I would never have done otherwise. I can sometimes feel your eyes swallowing me whole. I touch you and I feel alive. I'm supposed to already be alive! I'm breathing and talking and screaming screaming screaming but when I touch you I realize all this time.. I merely exist. I'm only truly ever alive when I've had a taste of you. It..it.. shouldn't be this way, I swear it shouldn't, because who knows how many people I've touched? I'm a rockstar. I've been touching people forever. The fans, they touch me and I them. I've touched and held and grasped, but it's all just skin to me. It's just human skin, damn it.. skin and flesh and sweat and cosmetics and body fluid and damnit damnit damnit goddamnit why the hell does your touch do this to me? What are you doing to me? Why are you doing this to me?

And your laughter, my God, when you laugh! Your eyes, the ones I told you before, they light up too, they light up as you laugh! They're mesmerizing to the point of hypnotizing, I kept telling myself that it's black magic you're playing on me because I don't want to admit that-that.. God, I don't know which one petrifies me more: your laughter or your eyes. Don't you realize that I would do anything for you? I get these sensations here (points to left-side of his chest) whenever I see you laugh or smile, especially when I'm the one who puts them there. I feel like.. like.. an invisible hand is squeezing my heart.. and then warmth just floods the back of my head and there's this tingling feeling going up and down my spine.. I don't know how to explain it to you, but why would you care anyway? You don't care! You never did! You left me!"

He didn't realize how close he's standing, nor the possessive hold he's got on her small waist. He's close to lifting her up so she can be eye-level with him, but something stops him from doing that. He stops breathing altogether.

As if the fog in his mind cleared up enough to allow a train of thoughts to come through, he slowly released his vice on her. Now too late, came the dawning realization.

"Do you love me?"

He took a step back.

"Chashmish, do you love me?"

"Did you love me?"

He took three steps back and started wringing his hands together.

"You never loved me? At all? Why won't you answer!"

He couldn't bear seeing her face. Not like this. He turned around and stared unseeingly.

"Never?"

He was starting to feel numb.

"Everything you did, everything you endured.. wasn't that out of love for me?"

And when he thought it odd that she didn't answer, he turned back to face her and see her.. gone.

No.

No.

No!

"P-pragya! Hey chashmish! C-chashmish, don't play with me now. Don't you dare leave me! Don't you dare leave me again! Pragya!"

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Abhi woke up covered in sweat screaming Pragya's name. Again. It's been happening every night since receiving her phone call five days ago. The dreams are alike, although there are times when Abhi would find Pragya in the arms of Suresh instead, the both of them taunting him over their shoulders as they walk away. He didn't know which version is worse. Her leaving and never answering his broken calls or her in the arms of another.

A shudder passed through him. Alcohol would give him instant reprieve but he didn't want to hit the bottle, simply because it would take him ages to stop drinking once he starts, and he desperately wanted to be sober on the days leading up to Bulbul's birthday dinner. What if she calls again? He doesn't want to be dealing with a raging hangover when that happens.

He vigorously rubbed his pounding forehead and got out of bed. No chance of sleeping peacefully now.

wow love abhi heart to heart realization 👏 eagerly awaiting your next post

wow great story and superb realization of his feelings towards Pragya👍🏼, love seeing Abhi vunerable and true to himself. ❤️

I didn't know you updated 😭

it is so good anya ..I loved the interview and I loved the phone call but I can not help hoping to know what happen in between and why Pragya called him if it is because of the interview why it took her so long was she thinking ? and also hope to know what will happen in 24th july and after that ...to be honest I want a lot... so I'm really optimistic about your ( Aaand that's all for now. Maybe. I don't know ) and I'm looking for ward to read an update

Wonderful update ... loved how you showed Abhi's emotions ... his true feelings!!!! Totally enjoyed!!!

It is very unusual story. I am extremely worried about Abhi, please stop my suffering as soon as possible ... I am waiting for July 24 - the birthday of Bul-Bul, but it has already passed, and the update does not happen :( Pls 👏

nice plz update next part soon and PM plz

Nice story yaar!! Pls continue soon :)