SS: Pyar Ki Liya || Chap.5 - pg.6 - Page 2

Chapter 2

The revelation of Nikhil's pari sent a shockwave over the family; and most importantly to one Abhishek Mehra.

"Fuggy!" he cried out hoarsely, taking a step forward.

It broke his heart that she took an uncertain step back, and looked towards Nikhil with confusion.

"Suniye?" she questioned hesitantly, quietly.

Something snapped in him at that moment and he swept forward, pulling her into his embrace, unmindful of Nikhil or his family.

"Where were you," he rasped, running his fingers through her hair and pulling her head against his chest. "Where did you go, leaving me? If not me, did you not think about your family? How could you have left us? Did you know how I spent each day without you?"

Through the haze of hurt and happiness that clouded his mind, he could vaguely make out that she was struggling against him.

"Please let me go," she cried. "Who are you? Please just let me go."

"Abhi!" Nikhil roared, pulling the two apart. Pragya slid behind him, regarding Abhi with terrified wide eyes.

"What indecency is this!" Nikhil snapped, anger clouding his face.

At the sight of his wife behind another man, Abhi's own anger reared his head.

"I don't know what kind of a sick joke this is but it's time to end it," Abhi demanded. "Pragya come here this instant."

"What is going on?" she cried, regarding Nikhil.

Seeing her look at Nikhil, in the way she once did to him, made Abhi's blood boil. He curled his fists inward and stepped forward, only to be held back by Purab.

"Bhai, control yourself!" his brother like friend commanded.

"Control?!" Abhi roared. "Purab, do you see what's going on right now?!"

"Abhi something is wrong," Purab began. "Look at Pragya Di, something is wrong."

With a bit of a cooler mind he looked towards his wife, and had to tamp down his anger once more, seeing her tearful face cupped into Nikhil's hands.

"Pari it'll be come," he heard the man whisper. "Breathe jaan, remember too much stress isn't good for you."

"Nikhil why are we here?" she questioned in escalating hysterical sobs. "Who are these people?"

"Pragya," Sarla ma cried, running up towards her daughter, followed by Bulbul and rockstar Dadi. "Bacha, what are you doing? What's going on?"

Abhi was shocked to see his fuggy shrink back from her own mother, hiding behind Nikhil.

"Nikhil...who is she?"

The question silenced the room immediately, sweeping away the storm of anger and replacing it with a haze of disbelief and confusion.

Sarla ma took a dazed step back, and almost collapsed against Bulbul. His sister-in-law regarded her sister with disbelief.

"Di, what is this?" the normally bubbly girl questioned. "What are you doing? What are you saying?"

"Di...?" Pragya questioned. "Whose Di?"

The uncertainty in her voice caused everyone to stagger back, and Nikhil took the opportunity to clasp her arm.

"Pari let's go," he soothed, pulling her towards the entrance.

"You aren't going anywhere!" Abhi roared, shaking off Purab's hold and striding forward. He grabbed his fuggy's hand and ripped her away from Nikhil.

"Please, let me go," she whimpered, twisting her arm. "Please..."

"Fuggy..." Abhi stared at her. "What is this? Fuggy come on, it's me Abhi. Your Suniye."

His heart tore to pieces seeing tears begin to stream down her face.

"Who are you?" she questioned pitifully, looking desperately towards Nikhil. "Please just let me go!"

She ripped herself away from him and backed away, beginning to hyperventilate as she saw everyone closing in on her.

"Nikhil!" she cried out desperately. She made to take a step forward, but at the moment, she faltered, and her body sagged, falling towards the floor.

"Pragya!"

"Pari!"

Abhi swept forward and caught his beloved in his arms. The sight of her unconscious face tore something primal from him. He hoisted her up, bridal style, and ignored his family and Nikhil as he made his way up the stairs, to their room.

He stepped inside their abode, slamming the door with his foot and glad that it locked automatically behind him. Ignoring the calls for him to open the door, he made his way to their bed, reverently lowering his love onto it.

"Fuggy," he murmured quietly, settling beside her and taking her hand. "Fuggy what is going on? If this is a game it's not a nice one, please wake up."

The rock star took the time to look her over, and committed each feature of her face to memory. He had his fuggy back, and there was no way he was going to let her out of his sight again. Sweeping her bangs away from her eyes, he entwined their fingers together, bringing her hand up to his mouth and placing a soft kiss on the back.

"Abhi! Open the door!"

The voice of Nikhil rang out, causing a thread of irritation to wind around him, but he ignored it; choosing rather to reverently stare at his fuggy.

"Abhi beta, please open the door. We've called the doctor to check on Pragya!" his Dadi called out worriedly.

It registered in his mind that his love would need a doctor. Yes, his Dadi had done the right thing in calling a doctor. He slowly got up, slipping off his beloveds shoes and pulling the covers up to her waist. He bent down and placed a soft kiss on her forehead, engraining the scent of her in his mind.

Abhi opened the door and stepped out, closing it once more behind him. His large frame filled the doorway, letting no one pass. He glared down at Nikhil.

"What have you done to fuggy?" he demanded.

The young man, looking quite dishevelled now, scoffed and moved away from the crowd that had amassed at the door.

"I haven't done anything to my pari," he exclaimed. Any further explanation was cut off as Abhi barreled into him, grabbing him by the lapels of his shirt and pushing up against the railing of his staircase.

"What. Have. You. Done. To. Her." He gritted out between clenched teeth. The girlish shrieks and titters of the females in his family didn't register, only the thought of getting to the answers he wanted spurring him on.

Nikhil too grabbed Abhi by his lapels, and snarled right back.

"I haven't done anything to her!"

"Then why doesn't she remember us! Is this some sick game?" Abhi demanded, shaking the man he had grasped onto.

"Sir, the doctor is here. Should I take him to Didi's room?" Robin questioned uncertainly from a few steps down the staircase.

"Yes!" Abhi barked "But only let the doctor and Dadi in!"

He restrained Nikhil who had moved to free himself and go past him, probably into his room.

"Why doesn't she remember me?" Abhi demanded again. Nikhil scoffed in his face and broke free, moving away from the infuriated rock star.

"Who are you for her to remember?" he questioned haughtily.

A red haze of rage flitted over Abhi's gaze, and it was only Purab's restraining hand that kept him from lashing out.

"Bhai, you have to control yourself," Purab attempted to soothe, trying to figure out the bizarre situation they found themselves in.

At that moment the doctor came out of the room, Dadi shuffling behind him. The solemn expression on the doctor's face caused a heavy feeling to settle in the pit of his stomach and he regarded him nervously.

"I will discuss the patient's prognosis downstairs," the doctor said quietly. "It's best that she rest now, and is not disturbed."

The family dutifully followed the doctor downstairs, with Abhi impatiently waiting for everyone to gather so the doctor could disclose what was wrong with his fuggy.

"Doctor what's wrong with fuggy?" Abhi questioned.

"Fuggy?" the doctor replied in surprise.

"Pragya, what's wrong with my Pragya doctor?" Sarla ma questioned tearfully, clutching onto Bulbul like she was a lifeline.

The doctor regarded each member of the family quietly, before settling on Abhi.

"To put this in simple terms," he began "Ms. Pragya has amnesia. Frankly speaking, she remembers none of you."

She remembers none of you.

She has amnesia.

She remembers none of you.

She has amnesia.

Disbelief won and Abhi's legs buckled beneath him as he fell onto the couch.

I'm really eager to read more!!
So Nikhil is with Pragya.
Do continue soon.

nice ...waiting eagerly for the next ...

Nice so nikhil is with Pragya! Poor Abhi, you write very nicely!

wow the story is awsm.
so pragya and nikhil acting
ur writing skill it is so good and describing awsm

all i can say right now is that i am as excited as any human can possibly be to see you again!!!!!

Originally posted by: -Nimmy-

all i can say right now is that i am as excited as any human can possibly be to see you again!!!!!

😭+😃<<<khushi ke ansoon

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Originally posted by: apple123flower

I'm really eager to read more!!
So Nikhil is with Pragya.
Do continue soon.

@bold me too !

The view to comment ratio concerns me...like 800+ views to 21 comments, 5 of which are mine? 😕 I have no idea what the thoughts behind the story are XD But here's chapter 3. I'm holding off on four until i get a better feel for whats going on with the community lol.

Chapter 3

She counted to a hundred, and then for extra measure waited another two minutes. When she was sure that she was truly alone, Pragya slowly opened her eyes and sat up. With a wistful smile she surveyed the room that once was, and still was, her home. Drawing her legs to her chest, she dropped her head up on her knees and smiled. Just remembering the tender love Abhi had shown her filled her with so much happiness, and courage. That small instance was enough validation for her to justify what they were doing.

Smirking, she got up from the bed, and began surveying her room. It filled her with delight to know her things were still there, untouched and preserved. Thinking back to the moment that occurred downstairs, a vicious smile worked its way onto her face; particularly as she remembered the face of Tanu.

There was so much disbelief and shock that Pragya regretted having to faint at the moment she did. But what made it all the better was the mounting fear that was very visible in the super models face. All thanks to Nikhil. Pragya wished she had been there when her partner first made his entrance.

A commotion downstairs caught her attention, and she curiously nudged the door open, to hear what was being said downstairs.

xXx

She remembers none of you.

She has amnesia.

She remembers none of you.

She has amnesia.

The phrases continued to spin around in Abhi's head, making it difficult to think of anything else. Faintly, he realized the doctor was still talking, however he was past the point of caring.

His fuggy didn't remember him. It was a cruel joke after all, one played by the Almighty. This was even worse than when she was away from him. In that case he could have at least comforted himself with the thought that she was pining after him in the same way that he was pining for her. But now, despite being so close to him she seemed worlds away.

"..bhi...bhi...Abhi!"

The insistent shaking broke him out of his reverie, and he turned to look into the tear filled eyes of his Dadi. He belatedly realized the doctor was heading away, and he turned to look at a stricken Sarla ma and despondent Bulbul, who were being comforted by an equally devastated Purab.

A movement caught his eye, and he turned to see Nikhil heading towards the stair case.

"Where do you think you are going?" Abhi demanded in a rasp, too fatigued from the emotional whirlwind he experienced to find himself getting angry.

Nikhil stopped, then slowly turned.

"I am going to see my pari. If she is awake, I am taking her home."

The answer sparked his previously missing anger, and Abhi's mouth cemented into a thin line.

"She is not your pari. She is my Pragya, and this is her home."

Nikhil scoffed and regarded the family with no ill concealed contempt.

"Who she was before no longer matters. What matters now is that she is my pari, and we are going home now."

"Beta-ji," Sarla ma sobbed. "Please don't say that, she is my daughter. Please don't take her away from me. Please let her stay at home. This is her home."

Nikhil seemed to soften a little, seeing the hysterical mother, but resolved himself again.

"I'm sorry aunty, I really am. But she doesn't remember you, and like the doctor said extra stress, or pressure to make her remember is not good for her health. I won't allow anything to harm her. It's best for her to be away from you all," Nikhil explained solemnly.

Abhi strode up to and steered him away from the staircase angrily.

"And who are you to decide that?" he barked. "She is my wife, this houses bahu, Sarla ma's daughter and Bulbul and Purab's Pragya Di. You are just a stranger spouting off nonsense about her being your pari. She needs her family, not a stranger!"

Nikhil was quiet for a moment, and Abhi hoped that he had understood what was being conveyed to him. But then, the young man laughed sarcastically and began clapping.

"Wah! What a dialogue," he sneered, contempt written all over his face. "You should be a writer, if not an actor with the way you said that Mr. Abhishek Mehra. No, sorry, rock star Abhi."

He backed away and surveyed each member of the family, a cruel laughter escaping him.

"What right do you have to my pari when you all abandoned her?" he demanded, rounding on each of the members. "Where were you all when she was broken and bleeding on the ground after being in an accident? Where were you all when she flat lined at the hospital, and for a few brief moments was dead? Where were you all when she woke up, not knowing where she was or who she was for that matter?"

He left the questions hang in the air before continuing on.

"You weren't there, I was. I was the one who nursed her back to health! I was the one who held her at night when her nightmares prevented her from sleeping! I was the one who put the pieces of her life together!" he screamed furiously. "God took her from you all because you didn't appreciate her and gave her to me! She is my everything, and you will find no one worse than me if you try and take her away from me! And for your information Mr. Abhi, she is no longer your wife, or this houses bahu. As for being Sarla ma's daughter and Purab and Bulbul's sister, that will remain to be seen; because even they weren't there when she needed them. Everyone was too absorbed in this wedding to even care a lick of where she was! And now that she's here, not because you looked for her, you want to take her away?!"

By the end of his rant he was taking heaving breathes in order to calm himself. A pin could drop at that moment and it would have echoed throughout the house. The revelations Nikhil brought out had silenced everyone, leaving them in a whirlwind of thought. That was soon broken with a cry.

"Suniye!"

His fuggy's voice broke him away from his thoughts, and without a moment he ran up the stairs, behind Nikhil who was a few steps ahead of him.

They both barged into the room, and before Abhi could get to her, Nikhil was already at the bedside, crouching in front of a frightened Pragya.

"Shhh pari," he soothed, cupping her face. The sight made Abhi sick to his stomach, and if it wasn't for the calming effect he saw helping Pragya he would have ripped the man away from his love.

"See pari, your Suniye is here," Nikhil murmured. Abhi was sure he would vomit from the sight. This was so wrong. That was supposed to be him helping her. Nikhil wasn't her Suniye, he was! But she didn't even know that and a part of him broke.

"Where were you!" she demanded, clutching onto his hands. Unseen to Abhi she dug her nails in, causing the other man to wince. A slight glare formed on her face and Nikhil nervously pulled back.

"I'm sorry jaan, you had fainted and we brought you here. The doctor came and checked you over, and I was downstairs with him." Nikhil explained, shooting a furtive glance over at Abhi. Pragya glanced at him too, eyes widening and she jumped. Nikhil placed a hand on her shoulder, and turned to Abhi.

"If you could give us a moment?" he asked coldly, moving forward and pushing Abhi out of the room, closing the door in his face.

The rock star wanted to cry and scream seeing the sight of the closed door in front of him. It seemed to taunt to, saying that his wife was behind that door with another man whom she thought was her Suniye, and he couldn't do a thing about it. He trudged downstairs, a broken man.

"Abhi," Dadi's strong voice said, seeing her upset grandson.

"Abhi, listen. This is not the time to give up. We have to do something," Dadi explained.

xXx

The dynamic duo waited for a moment before Pragya whacked Nikhil across the back of his head.

"Ahh, meri ma, please try to not damage the goods," he whined, flopping on the couch in the room. He rubbed the spot, trying to soothe the sting.

"What was the need to get so dramatic, nautanki?" she questioned. "It was like watching the next coming of Laila- Majnoo. If I hadn't called out who knows what else you would have said. We want to win back the love, not put them off."

"Oi, this is a dose of some tough love," he replied cheekily, mussing up his hair. "I thought I was spot on, if I do say so myself.'

"Duffer," Pragya bemoaned. "We need to find a way to stay in the house, but after that spectacle downstairs they'll practically roll out the red carpet out the front entrance and to the car."

Nikhil sulked like a scolded child, pouting and crossing his arms over his chest.

"I think I liked you better when you were a timid behenji..." he whispered under his breath.

"What was that?" Pragya questioned with a raised brow.

He clasped his hands in front of his face and fell down to his knees. "Oh forgive me Pragya devi, for I have committed a great misdeed," he beseeched.

She rolled her eyes at his antics, and pulled him up. "What am I going to do with you?"

"Love me, feed me, and extol my genius?" he offered with a smile.

She dropped her head to his shoulder and giggled, and he too smiled. It took a moment for her to compose herself.

"Well let's just hope the next part of the plan goes well," she mused.

Nikhil nodded sagely. "Yes, agent Dadi will fulfill her mission. Plan Pyar Ki Liya will be in full effect."

Pragya whacked him again.

"Ouch! What did I do this time?!"

"That's special agent Dadi to you!"

xXx

Dadi sat at the head of the living room, going over the lines she had prepared for this moment. It was key that she was convincing, because this step required her to be able to keep the duo upstairs in their home so they would be able to weed out Abhi's enemies; namely Tanu and Aliya. Her despondent grandson sat next to her, and while it hurt her to see him in such a state, she understood that this was for the best; for all of them.

"Abhi, we have to do something," she explained patiently to him. "We have to do something so that Nikhil lets Pragya stay here. She needs to be around her loved ones to recover, or else she might never get her memories back."

Tanu's face contorted into a look of irritation and horror.

"Dadi what are you saying, did you not hear what that psycho said?" she screeched. "He said he would do terrible things if we tried to separate them!"

"Haan Dadi!" Aliya agreed. "Why should we invite trouble onto our heads? If Pragya is happy with Nikhil, what does it matter if she has her memories or not? After all, we are all moving on with our lives. It's only fair that she gets to as well."

"Yes Dadi," Tanu simpered. "Maybe this is for the best. Maybe God made this happen so that everyone could get their happy ending. Mine and Abhi, and hers and Nikhil's. Why should we keep them back? Let them go and live their lives."

The hysteria that crept into the supermodel's face caused Dadi to inwardly smirk. If anyone else had said what her granddaughter and her friend were saying, then maybe she would consider it as a logical argument. However, she knew that their arguments didn't stem from concern, but rather their selfish desires to preserve themselves. She looked at the expectant mother, and had to tamp down her disgust. What sort of woman played games the way she did? And what type of sister wished for the ill being of the brother who raised her?

She knew the thought of keeping Pragya and Nikhil had set Tanu on pins and needles. And why not? The father of her baby, alongside the wife (she refused to think of her bahu as an ex-wife) of the man she wanted to con into marrying her, meant that she wouldn't be able to rest easy with her secret so close to being exposed.

"How could you say something like that?" Bulbul chimed in, angry tears pooling in her eyes. "My Di is living a lie right now. We don't know if this guy is good or not? She has a family, yet she's living like an orphan! What happens if she remembers everything? She'll think we abandoned her!"

Dadi nodded sagely. "Bulbul is absolutely right, our primary concern right now is Pragya and her safety. That's why we have to figure out a way to stop them from leaving. Let me talk to Nikhil, maybe he'll heed my words."

Abhi was silent through the entire exchange, a lost look on his face. "Bhai, what do you think?" Purab questioned, worry evident on his face. "Dadi is right. We have to keep Pragya Di with us, who knows what this guy is capable of? We have to convince him to let her stay with us."

"He can go to hell," Abhi rasped. "I'd like to see how he'll take fuggy away from here. I'm rock star Abhi, I'll turn the whole entire nation upside down if he thinks he can hide her from us."

Tanu's face twisted into jealous fury. "Pragya, Pragya, Prayga!" she yelled. "And what about me, Abhi? I'm pregnant! But it seems that doesn't make any difference to anyone!"

"Then congratulations are in order," Nikhil called, coming down the stairs. "And she's right, it's best to focus on your own lives, and let me and Pari deal with our own."

The sight of the man standing across from them made Abhi want to beat him to a pulp. Then he wouldn't be able to spout the crap he was spouting at the moment. Before he could say anything however, Dadi beat him to it.

"Nikhil beta," she soothed. "Please at least listen to our concerns. We are just as worried for Pragya's healthy as you are. We don't want to take her away from you."

Abhi looked at his Dadi in disbelief.

"However," she continued, ignoring the glare boring into her head, courtesy of her grandson. "At the same time you have to understand where we are coming from. You're asking us to let her go with you, someone who is a virtual stranger, and we don't know if she would be safe or not. That's why we are asking, that you let her stay with us, until we know that she is ok and that you are good for her."

Nikhil was silent, looking as if he was processing the information. "I'm sorry Dadi, but I won't let her be alone with you all. Who knows what else you might trigger."

"Then you can stay too," Dadi offered, ignoring the shocked choke of Abhi, who was being restrained by Purab. "Just stay with us for some time, and then when we know everything is fine, we will send you off with our blessings."

Her argument seemed to be working, and Nikhil's stiff stature softened. He slowly nodded to himself. "That could work..." he murmured to himself. "I'll accept, but on one condition."

"Anything," Dadi immediately chimed.

"Dadi you made me a promise when we first met. You promised that you would get me and pari married, and that we would have your blessings. I am holding you to your promise. We will stay with you for a month, and by the end of that month, I want us to be married, with full respect and blessings."

Abhi's jaw dropped at the demand and he opened his mouth to immediately refute.

"I accept your condition," his Dadi agreed. She looked over at Sarla ma, who had gone pale. "Sarla, if we find that Nikhil is a proper match, will you agree to the marriage?"

Sarla ma looked between the young man who was so fiercely protective of her daughter, and the rock star who had abandoned her. Resolve filled her, and she stood strong, nodding. "Yes Dadi, if I find that Nikhil is a good boy, I will get him married to my Pragya."

A victorious smile spread over Nikhil's face, and he stepped forward to take Dadi's blessings. "I'll go and explain to pari then," he explained, and bounded up the stairs.

"Dadi...what have you done?!"

omg you seemed inspire that's really great so it's all pragya plan lovely