I can't stop writing anyway, on that when Toni you reminded me, I couldn't control the urge. So taking it from the last update where Abhi was recalling how Pragya was seducing him. Hope you like it Toni, this one is for you love!
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Abhi sat perched on his bed, thinking hard. From the time he knew fuggy, she was never this upfront. Be it the time when they were married for a misunderstanding, to the time when they were friends and even for those few glorious hours when both of them had reciprocated to their feelings for each other - Pragya's love for him was always out there for the eyes to catch, yet it was subtle, it was overwhelming yet never overbearing. Abhi wondered what could have happened that had the capacity to change his fuggy so diametrically. She was his fuggy when the supermodel came to dance with him, she was his fuggy when she was singing with him, the head massage, the almost naked body spa, he smirked remembering, all this did indicated she was his fuggy alright, but why was she not claiming him? Why was she pretending to be someone she is not? And how desperate was she anyway to put up this faade? She was trying to seduce him? She seemed alien in her boldness, that was the only time he was feeling convinced that his fuggy has changed and this woman was an imposter in her body, he had run away in shock - all this was meddling his mind too bad. He had to do something, and somehow find out what Pragya was up to.
Next morning, he knocked her bedroom door. She answered and he entered the room. She looked at him in surprise and even tried avoiding his eye in embarrassment of her last night's act. Abhi smiled internally, this made her his fuggy again.
"After last night, I know you have changed. You are not the woman who I had fallen in love with. In fact she was a charade, she never existed. I have accepted that. I agree that you are the new owner of all my property and investments and even the brand name of Rockstar Abhi. But what you don't own is me. I know you don't care about owning me anyway, but I think it's important for me to clarify the border between the brand name and Abhishek Prem Mehra." He looked deeply into her eyes and hoped that she would crack now, because what he planned to do further, he didn't have the heart to do it himself! But to his dismay she just looked determined and maybe a little scared, and she just gulped. Abhi cleared his throat and continued.
"Abhishek Prem Mehra belongs to his daadi, family and most importantly his would-be wife Tanu and his unborn child. You don't have propriety over him. I will take away every trace of him from this room, and you can reign on with the money and the brand name." he noticed she had a thin film of tears in her eyes, and regretted saying all this gibberish, but it was the last chord left to break her, and right now breaking her was necessary.
He moved across the room, and picked up a select few things. He picked up the photo frame with his and Pragya's wedding photo in it. He picked up a photo of Pragya from the bedside table - it was a photo taken from the drunken night during Aaliya's engagement, he walked into the closet and collected his sherwani and the gatbandhan pink cloth which was used in their wedding, his diary and Pragya's spare chashma with him. He didn't look at her, but from his peripheral vision he saw her frame shaking, so she was crying. He was walking out quietly when she stopped him.
"You cant take the wedding photo, it has me too in it. You cant take the other photo too, that's me too, and neither can you take that chashma - rest you can" Abhi had to give her for the determination with which she still held herself, even though he heard her voice crack at times.
He looked at her and replied, "I was never married to you, this real Pragya Arora, I was married to the character you portrayed. This picture of the bride in the photo is the character you played then, it's not you - it's my chashmish, it's my fuggy, it's the woman I love more than life - it's not you. So you can't stop me from taking either of the photos. As for the specs, I see you can see very well without them, you don't need them, the character you played needed them, so I have every right over it, because I hopelessly love that portrayal of my fuggy. As it is, I lost her, you can't stop me from collecting her memories and keeping it away from you." He replied gruffly.
"And your would-be wife Tanu? She will be okay with the relics of your fuggy?" she asked in a voice that held both scorn and a hidden softness.
He didn't turn back to face her, as he was halfway towards the door, he just paused and replied, "unlike you, Tanu loves me, she will love and accept anything thing that I hold precious, she won't cheat on me" then he was walking away deliberately taking slow steps, wishing painfully that she stopped him, if she didn't his entire act would just be futile and she would be a prey to further misunderstandings.
Pragya was in good control all this while, but his last statement, "she (Tanu) won't cheat on me" struck a chord that she couldn't manage, she lost her cool and flashed out her carefully concealed raw wound, her charade fell apart and in anger, desperation and frustration she called out to him.
"STOP"
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