Abhigya FF: Don't Leave Me Ever Chapter 4 updated- 17.11.15 (page 11) - Page 7

Watching life crumple down, there is nothing as helpless and painful as that. And Pragya Meh.. Arora is so fed up of it. True, she loves her Abhisekh and she cannot live without him but leaving him will be the best choice she ever made. It's not easy and she knows she's gonna regret it and hate herself for the rest of her life for giving in to fate, but what use is it to stay with him to give him more pain and misery when she could just disappear and give him the happiness and love he deserve. He love Tanu and they were always meant to be. She called her the dhoosri aurat, but in reality she was the real dhoosri aurat, the third wheel, and she didn't want to live with that, not anymore, not when she knew that soon she'll be too selfish to let him go.

"Tum khud ko maarna chaahthi ho? [Do you want to kill yourself?]"

She quickly dabbed her eyes dry as she heard the familiar hefty tone of Abhisekh Prem Mehra.

"It's none of your business!" she croaked out, turning around trying to walk out before he shoot more questions at her, but he blocked the way with his muscular arms and stared... glared at her.

"What is going on Fuggy? Tum aisa kyun behave kar rahi ho? [Why are you behaving like this?]" He stared intently at her, making her insides melt but she held on to her poker face; that's all she've got left now!

"Mein ek vridh rakh rahi hui. Meri behen aur parivaar ki kushi aur raksha keliye, aapko koyyi problem hai toh aap keh dhi jiye, mein meri ghar jaakar vridh rakhthi hui. [I am keeping a fast. For the joy and safety of my sister and family, if you have any problem then tell me, I'll go to my home and keep it]"

"Oh hello genius? Did the kidnappers hit you on the head? Tumhari ghar yeh hi hai!! [This itself is your house!!]"

She could feel tears pricking on the insides of her eyes, begging to be freed but she blinked them back and said,

"Not for long."

She dashed in to room pushing back his arm and went straight to the dressing room, locking herself inside and broke down crying.

Come on Pragya, just tell him you want a divorce. It's the right thing to do! He deserves to be free!!!'

She thought bitterly. Of course he deserves to be happy and free, but then what about her? Isn't she worthy of love, family and happiness? Should she always be the one to be seen second to? Sometimes because of her sister and sometimes cause of her husband's super model girlfriend!

"Fuggy, yeh kya nautanki hai? [What kind of drama is this?] Open the door dammit!!" she heard the exasperation with which Abhi was shouting. Surely, he might be having a date with Tanu and don't want to be late for it.

"I am gonna take a bath, you idiot!" she yelled, disguising her pain with anger and irritation.

The party was in full swing, and Abhi as usual, was surrounded by tons of girls - married and single alike. Tanu, as usual, liked to keep his attention to herself, but Abhi had better things to worry about. For example, where was the girl he married for revenge and later found out was innocent but still continued torturing and now is acting all too weird after confessing her love for him?

Aaah, there she was; with the old grannies. Serving them baked, sugarless and healthy stuff in a corner while the gorged on junk food the caterers had brought.

She was wearing a white sari today, and looking like a pari with natural makeup and hair put down in curls.

"Hey Abhi, I am Aman"

Abhi's attention was caught by a young dazzling man, who seems to have caught Tanu's eye too as she slowly slid off her arm from Abhi's neck when she saw the hotsome.

"Hi.. Aman. I am sorry but have we met before?" Abhi asked, rubbing the back of his neck.

"Uh.. actually no, I am kinda Praggu's guest!" he chuckled.

"Praggu? As in Pragya?" Abhi asked, somehow he had started to hate this total stranger already. He didn't like the fact that some random guy was in nicknaming terms with his wife and he didn't even know that?

"Sorry Aman, Fuggy never mentioned you, like ever!" Abhi smirked inside. He must be some random like Suresh after all.

"Oh actually, we're not in touch for a looong time, but Bubblu, that is Bulbul, contacted me and said she was going through a... uh tough time and.. really needed me."

"Excuse me ? But what makes you think you understand my wife better than m-"

"AMAN????????"

The both of them turned around to see an ecstatic Pragya. As much as he hated to admit it, Abhi hadn't seen Pragya this happy in ages!!

"HEY MERI SHERNI!!!"

"... And on graduation day while the girls were having fun and taking selfies, Aman was literally bawling his eyes out!!" Pragya laughed while Aman scowled at her.

"Hey, everyone knows I am a very sensitive person!!"

"Yeah right!"

The family were talking to each other over a midnight snack now. The party had ended and Sarla ma and Bulbul had left. It was arranged for Aman to stay at Mehra's much to Abhi's chagrin. Aaliya felt sparks whenever she came in eye contact with mysterious guy and she kinda very well enjoyed it.

As for Pragya? She has never been this happy and surprised in years. She even brought down the yearbooks that were packed in an old suitcase and was at the far corner of her cupboard. For a moment there, she had forgotten all about her miseries and tension.

"Enough now. Tum Aman ki burayi kal karna, ab tumhei rest karna chaahiye. [You badmouth Aman tomorrow,now you need rest]" Abhi scowled as he pulled a busy Pragya up the stairs.

"What is wrong with you?" she screeched once they reached the room.

Abhi pointed to a tray of desi food and large bowl of warm gulaab jamun.

"Chup chap kaayo aur so jaao! [Eat silently and go sleep]"

To be continued