AbhiGya Fiction - FROZEN - CHP. 10 C & HAPPY ENDING UPDATED - COMP - Page 4

OMG pragya had fallen so hard 😳
Poor thing what would happen to her once the storm had passed 😭
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Nice update she is happy to belong to him for now but hope he doesn't let her go

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Chapter 4: First Time Apart

Sometimes I wonder if there will ever be made a machine that can catch time, if it's cheating with us. Imagine five minutes of your life - how long does it take to live through it, in a boring college lecture being presided over by an even more boring professor, vis-a-vis in one of my rock concerts? You see what I mean? You feel like you have passed hours in the former and in the latter it feels like it all gets over in a few flashes - So essentially there are two ways in which time cheats us, and I Abhishek Prem Mehra a.k.a Rockstar Abhi, was cheated by the latter way.

It had only just started between Prags and me, and here we were, on the last day of her internship. She had come in quietly to get my releasing signature on her internship certificate. She wasn't as bubbly or as messy as usual, in fact she looked slightly grim. I smiled, it reminded me of her grim disapproving look the very first day we met at the elevator. I pulled her by the waist and kissed her on the nape of her neck, under her chin - she got tickled and laughed.

"That's like my Simran!" I smirked. I knew how much ever upset she maybe in life, a little bit of DDLJ could always lift her mood! She looked at me with raised eyebrows.

"So, my last day here at MMH is officially over."

"Yes, so it seems. Are you going to miss us?"

"Yes. Very much" she uttered softly without looking at me.

"Great! The HR would love to know that" I chuckled. She gave me an exasperated look.

"Okay, I will leave now."

I took her hands and smiled at her.

"Good that your blasted office is finally over, now there is nothing to hinder our time together! No silly client calls, or due reports, or logistical issues. Thank God"

She looked up at me uncertainly and caught my hidden laugh, she laughed out in relief - the sound of her laughter was like the sound of tinkling bells for me, it could make me happy anywhere!

"Come, I have something special planned for us tonight." I whispered.

That night I had taken her to the Haus Khas fort area after dinner. It was around midnight. The gates were shut, the village around was empty, I had bribed the security guard to let us enter the fort area. The place looked very different at this hour, the dim lamp lights, the towering dark ancient structures, the dark lawns, the fresh wind and Prags in my arms - it felt like the universe was conspiring to make this night memorable for us. I turned to look at her, her face shone like the moon itself in the liquid pale moonlight - her big chocolate brown doe eyes, the sharp nose, the high cheek bones and the full lustrous lip seemed to emanate beauty. I stared shamelessly, it was not the first time, I have done it that other night too, the stormy night when I had kissed her for the first time. I slowly caressed her cheek with the tip of my index finger, her entire diminutive frame shivered at my touch. I was filled with pride. We slowly walked towards the lawns and soon settled under the darkness of one of the mammoth sized trees.

"Abhi, did you always want to be a singer?"

"Always. You?"

"No, I had good scores, so management was a good option."

"What do you want to be then?"

"An ethnography researcher"

"Prags I flunked graduation okay, use layman words with me" I laughed.

"I wanted to study people and culture" she offered, looking ahead of her, lost in her own world, oblivious to my gaze.

"I wanted to be an astronaut when I was little" I provided.

"And then?"

"Always flunked Physics in all my classes" I chuckled. She laughed at that.

"Too bad, but so what you couldn't reach the stars, you became one yourself!" she offered with immense pride in her eyes.

She reminded me of mom at that moment. No it is not what she said, but the attitude - searching for the silver lining always. Then an unknown feeling took over me, and before I could think on it, I found myself pulling her into a rib shattering embrace - she was surprised at first, but slowly she started responding too. She felt like a fragile doll under my arms - I wish she had some clue of how strong a hold she had over me that moment.

We eventually broke the embrace. She then brought her face close to mine, and soon I could feel soft gentle pecks from her all over my face - eyes, nose, forehead, cheeks, chin, everywhere - but not my lips. I initiated that move. Soon we were kissing each other hungrily - but I had to be cautious of my strength, so I was always alert to the amount of pressure I could apply on my fragile doll. Soon we were lifted from the framed boundary of rationality as passion took over - I made her lie down on the soft grass and showered kisses on her lip, throat, neck and her collarbones. Then I slightly tugged at her shirt with my mouth, as my hands roamed all over her body, exploring her and mapping her delicate curves. She just moaned. Looking at her inexperienced reactions, my heart felt warm - she was unlike all my other ladies - she was innocent - she wasn't here to give me pleasure tonight, I was going to give her that.

I slowly took my hands to unbutton her shirt, I had taken off the first few buttons also. I stretched the collar of her shirt broader to get a greater view of what lay inside. In the darkness I could make out her deep cleavage and what looked like a glimpse of her supple breasts covered by her bra.

I placed a reverent kiss on her cleavage and she shivered in my arms. I took my hands under her shirt and carefully massaged her breasts as she purred in pleasure. It was time for her shirt and the bra to come off I decided. As I started to roughly unbutton her shirt further, she seemed to come out of her trance.

"No. Please. No more."

I stopped, a bit startled. "Why love, you don't like it?" I asked in a husky voice

"I do, but please no more." She mumbled. I laughed in relief, poor nave Prags.

"It's okay baby, you just need to feel good" I murmured softly in her ears, and went about my business of unbuttoning her. But this time she caught my hands firmly. I looked up at her face surprised.

"It's not that Abhi. I just don't want more."

"Why honey?" I whispered in her ears.

"Because...because tomorrow when you leave me, I will have enough to deal with already without adding these memories in them too"

I froze. Then anger caught up slowly. Anger on my own self. How did I forget? I was to leave her - and she wasn't a fling. I wouldn't ever do this to her. She was young and vulnerable, it would break her heart. How could I?

I got up quietly from top of her, she looked at me with scared eyes. I hated myself for that. I stood up and turned around with my back towards her.

"Get dressed, we are leaving right now." Much to my surprise, my voice was hoarse in anger.

"I am very sorry." She mumbled. It made me loathe, myself more. She thought I was angry at her? For what? For not having sex with me? For having the sense that I should have had myself?

"Don't be Prags. I should be, and I am - Sorry"

We then quietly got on to the car as I decided to drive her home. Once we reached, I quietly sat inside the car, holding the steering tightly, and waiting for her to leave. But then she turned towards me instead.

"Abhi, if I have sex with you tonight, will you not break up with me tomorrow when I leave?" her question reeked of innocence, but it clawed into my heart like the most poisonous venom. I kept quiet for a bit and pondered.

"No, I still would break up with you tomorrow"

"Why?" I could hear her voice cracking, and I clenched the steering tighter. Then I heaved a long low sigh and looked at her dead in the eye.

"Because you're not the one Pragya."

***

I was back in Mumbai. Our uncle was well enough to travel back to Delhi and take charge of the business now. I was back to my world with music, parties, glamour, and hook-ups. I remembered her occasionally. Sometimes when I had paneer packed for lunch, it reminded me of Prags - she loved butter paneer. Sometimes when I hummed songs from DDLJ it reminded me of her, I couldn't stop thinking of her whenever daadi fed me aloo paranthas. I thought of her when I came across young girls wearing oversized specs. I thought of her whenever I sipped a Starbucks latte. Hence sometimes I indeed thought of her.

That day, I was sitting in my studio strumming my guitar when my sister Aaliya walked in. She tripped over the wires of my electronic guitar and was about to fall, I held her by the elbow and steadied her.

"Why wear heels Prags, when wearing them you can't walk one feet without tripping thrice," I lashed irritated.

"Really bhai? Then you should ask your Prags to try wedges, they are safer you know?" replied Aaliya with a sarcastic smile.

"What?"

"I am not complaining bhai. In fact I am glad that I know the source now at least"

"Soruce of?" I asked irritated.

"Source of eating butter paneer every day, source of humming DDLJ songs all day, source blushing at aloo paranthas and source of romancing Starbucks lattes to name a few."

"Shut up Aaliya" I replied grumipily. Was I that obvious in my actions? Was Prags that important? Well, now that Aaliya knows, I will have everything analysed anyway.

"So bhai, she is the one to replace Tanu?"

"Tanu left on her own. It was her choice."

"Did you try stopping her?"

"Why will I try stopping her, when I left her?" I explained.

"Oh. But I thought Tanu left herself!"

"Oh, you were talking about Tanu?"

"So you dumped this Prags character. And now you miss her."

I sometimes wished Aaliya tried joining the Indian Intelligence Bureau, she would render brilliant services to the country.

"I don't miss her"

"So you did dump her. Which is to say you were in a relationship with her."

"Sort of" I exhaled.

"Ah, as in she piled herself on you. Your and Tanu's case again."

Comparing Prags with Tanu irritated me. Whatever Prags was, she wasn't a pile-on.

"No, she didn't. Stop assuming Aaliya"

"Oh, that means then you proposed her to be in a relationship with you?" exclaimed Aaliya in deep shock.

I stared at her. She was right wasn't she? What was it about this Prags that I broke my lifelong motto of singlehood to try and be in a relationship with her - even though our days were counted.

After that, I decided to share my and Prags's entire story to Aaliya, who listened patiently till the very end. Once I was done, I looked at my sister expectantly. She looked a little mad to be honest. Then when she began interrogation in a curt voice, I got to realize exactly how mad she was.

"So bhai, you dumped Prags because she was not the one. So, what is your definition of the one?"

"I don't know, haven't thought about it I guess"

"Ah, so you compared her to your non-existent scale of the one and of course, rejected her"

"No Aaliya, it is not like that"

"I know bhai, that it's not like that - just wanted to show you how lame your excuse was - having done that, now tell me. Why?"

She got me thinking. Why indeed had I told her with such surety that even if she had sex with me, I would still break up with her? I was flushed, my mind wasn't coming with coherent answers.

"Aaliya, honestly, I don't know. She didn't seem right..I mean she seemed right enough to be in a relationship with, but something was missing...I mean, I never missed family when I was with her, but then she was so young"

Yes, young sounded good, it seemed like a more fitting reason for rejecting her.

"Yes, she was so young and innocent and simple that, that I felt, she can't be for me." I finished.

"Ah." Said Aaliya, I could almost feel her sneer.

"So bhai, let us check facts here. Young. She is 20, you are 24. 4 years age gap. But wasn't Tanu 20 too, back then it didn't bother you. But coming to innocent and simple - you do have a point here."

I felt relieved to have convinced Aaliya of my rational decision. However she didn't seem like she was done with me.

"Bhai, I am astonished that after selling people your rockstar image for years now, you are trapped in your own game. You have really started believing in the image of rockstar Abhi, isn't it bhai? So you are thinking in terms of, if Prags is befitting of rockstar Abhi - and no the plain jane isn't of course. But bhai the woman who will want to share her life with you, will seldom see rockstar Abhi, because his lifeline is limited to the stage - beyond the stage there is just Abhishek, and you need to see if Prags is fitting of Abhishek! Bhai even you know that, the people who are fitting of the rockstar can't be fitting of Abhishek - bhai, Abhishek is very different from the rockstar! Ask me and daadi about it. Think about what I said bhai." Aaliya put a reassuring hand on my shoulder and left me on my own.

Till this day I repent not understanding what Aaliya had said that day. Had I understood, I wouldn't have had make the same mistake again in the future - only a handful of lucky people get a second chance at fixing things they did wrong in the past. I am one of them.

I, Rockstar Abhi am also the one who made the same mistake twice.

Aww I knew the end would be sad but I was till hoping for a happy ending which proves how well you write! Thanks for a heart touching story! That was the end right?

I would love more don't know why I thought it ended... Sorry for confusion.

I'm not making any sense am i?

Read only the part 4. I started with the intro but it was mentioned it will have a sad ending so dint continue BT some how I got to read the part-4 it was awsome .. I loved Aaliya .
If at all U change ur mind and make it a positive ending do pm me. I will read the whole story.

By the way u r an excellent writer.

Originally posted by: simsim25

Aww I knew the end would be sad but I was till hoping for a happy ending which proves how well you write! Thanks for a heart touching story! That was the end right?

I would love more don't know why I thought it ended... Sorry for confusion.

I'm not making any sense am i?

Originally posted by: harisha_kb

Read only the part 4. I started with the intro but it was mentioned it will have a sad ending so dint continue BT some how I got to read the part-4 it was awsome .. I loved Aaliya .
If at all U change ur mind and make it a positive ending do pm me. I will read the whole story.

By the way u r an excellent writer.