SS: Pyar Ki Liya || Chap.5 - pg.6 - Page 3

I am very inspired, i would have loved for the track to go in such a way xD it would have had so much potential had Nikhil been there

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i couldn't make out what nikhil and pragya upto
waiting for next part
BTW This is awsm

glad to see nikhil helping pragz...here nikhil doesnt look creepy ..but how they know each other?

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Chapter 4

Abhishek prowled the length of his Dadi's room. He took in deep breaths, glancing at the door occasionally, before continuing his efforts of wearing down a canal in his grandmother's room. His mind swirled with thoughts and accusations, this time mainly aimed at one of the most important women in his life.

Dadi.

How could she have agreed to that idiotic man's absurd demands? Just the thought of his fuggy being near, let alone married, to that man made his blood boil. A possessive beast was roaring in his head, filling it with illogical ideas of taking his beloved and running off.

He poured himself a glass of water, drinking the whole glass in one moment. The sound of the door caught his attention, and he rounded to stare at the people coming in. Dadi strode in, Purab closely following her. She shut the door, and regarded the heaving form of her grandson with a little trepidation.

The rock star crossed his arms over his broad chest, and waited impatiently for his Dadi to start the discussion. When no one spoke his impatience finally won over. "Dadi...just what the hell!" he swore.

He resumed prowling the room, impatience and the inability to act in the situation making him restless.

"Abhi," she began. "You have to be patient, what we are doing is the best way to deal with this situation."

"Dadi is right," Purab agreed, trying to provide some comfort to his brother like friend.

"Have you guys completely lost it!" Abhi snapped. "Please, explain to me how this is the best situation! We are practically handing off fuggy to him on a silver platter! There is no way I will let this wedding happen. I should just call the cops and have him hauled out of here!"

"On what charges?" Dadi snapped back angrily, surprising her grandson who fell silent. "Abhi you were there. Pragya does not remember us, at all. Not only that, but Nikhil has become her anchor. Like he said, he was the one to take care of her during a difficult moment in her life. You saw what she was like when he was separated from her! Do you think it would be the best thing to separate the two of them? The doctor said that excessive stress and pressure on her can prove to me detrimental to her health. Tell me, do you want to take that chance?"

Abhi fell silent, sitting on the bed and drawing his knees up. Purab stood by him, and placed a hand on his shoulder.

"Bhai, I can't even fathom what you are going through right now," he soothed. "But Dadi is right. Right now our concern is Pragya Di and her health. We need to have her near us, this was we can be sure that she is safe. If we don't comply with his demands, and he takes her away from us, we won't know how she is. If she is with us, then we can work towards getting her memory back, and at the same time try and separate them."

The severity of the situation settled over them, and a tense silence went over the room. "We can try and figure out where we can go on from this tomorrow," Dadi offered. "Now the best thing we can do is get some sleep and think with fresh minds tomorrow."

Both boys nodded, and made to leave the room until something sparked Abhi's curiosity. "Dadi, where are they staying?"

The matriarch thought for a moment before replying, "Robin has given them the guest room."

Abhi paused. "For both of them? Together?"

"Yes."

"Oh hell no!"

xXx

Pragya came out of the guestroom's bathroom, patting her freshly washed face with a small hand towel. The sight of the guestroom saddened her somewhat. In her own home she was reduced to the status of a guest. She couldn't wait to move back into her and Abhi's room, where she belonged.

Nikhil had already changed into a white sleeping kurta, glasses perched on his face and working diligently on his laptop. He looked up and surveyed her in her nightwear, a mischievous smile coming onto his face.

"My, my, it sure will be hard to keep professional when you are looking so good my darling pari," he teased well naturedly, dodging the towel that was tossed his way.

The long haired beauty rolled her eyes, sitting at the dresser and combing through her hair. She looked up and stared at her partner, and thought how twenty days earlier had someone other than her husband made such a comment she would have gone speechless. He definitely was an...interesting...influence on her life and personality.

They went about their own business in a quiet camaraderie, in the way two old time friends did, not filling the air with unnecessary chatter. Nikhil made a disgruntled sound, and Pragya directed her attention to him.

"What is it?" she questioned, walking over and peering over his shoulder.

He enlarged the screen he was working on, pointing out a financial spreadsheet he had been reviewing. The one thing that was a truth in their elaborate ruse was that he indeed take over as Abhi's property manager and, unknown to him, financial consultant; thanks to Dadi.

"Half these companies don't exist," he explained, narrowing the window and opening up a search engine. "A simple search shows that a lot of these are non-existent or have skeleton domains. But the thing is a lot of money, up to crores, is being funneled into their deals'. And I have no doubt that this is something that Aliya has a hand in. Abhi is literally losing as much as he is making, and for no reason."

Pragya's mouth cemented angrily, tallying up another mark against her supposed sister in law. It hurt to see that Abhi kept such vile people close to him, but on a level she understood. What they needed to do now was expose and shut down these wrong doings, and in the process collect enough evidence to implicate Aliya for the vindictive sister she was.

Nikhil looked up and the angry look on Pragya's face sent a wave of sympathy threw him. This once innocent woman had to turn into a battle hardened warrior because of other peoples sins. He shut down his laptop and grasped her hands, giving her a reassuring squeeze.

"Everything is going to be ok. We will get through this together, for both our sakes," he promised solemnly.

A throat being cleared broke them away from their conversation, and fear hit Pragya upon seeing Abhi standing at the door way, a stony expression on his face. Had he heard their conversation? Nikhil stood up slowly, looking between the two. He protectively grasped her hand, and Abhi's eyes fell on the joined pair.

His jaw was throbbing with the force he was clenching it with, but he willed himself to be calm as he assessed the duo. Dadi shuffled in beside him and broke the tension in the air.

"Beta," she started uncertainly, looking at Nikhil. "Abhi has brought up a very valid point..."

"What's that Dadi?" the young man responded, not taking his eyes off the rockstar.

"Just that it isn't appropriate for you and Pragya to be staying the same room, before marriage," she clarified.

"Exactly," Abhi chimed in angrily, "You wouldn't want to ruin your pari's reputation prior to marriage? What would people say about us if they knew we let an unmarried couple stay together?"

"And that's different from you and Tanu, how?" Nikhil questioned angrily, trying to hide his desperation. It was key that him and Pragya stayed in the same room, because communication and planning was easier when they were together, as opposed to being scattered between their enemies.

"Tanu and I stay in different rooms," Abhi shot, glaring murderously at the duos still joined hands.

"Clearly not if she's already pregnant," Nikhil barbed back, ignoring the warning squeeze Pragya gave him.

Abhi flinched back at the retort, and eyed Pragya to see her reaction. She seemed calm, staring at the exchange, and he wondered if her mind had been elsewhere when that tidbit of information was blurted out.

"Suniye," she started quietly, grabbing everyone's attention. Abhi's heart ached when he saw her regard Nikhil with an expression that should have been reserved for him, with a nickname that was rightly his. "Dadi is right, even at home we stayed in separate rooms, and people will talk. I don't want anyone to point a finger at our relation," Pragya soothed, detangling her hand from Nikhils and giving him a reassuring glance.

"But Pari, what about when you get your nightmares?" Nikhil asked desperately, trying to keep the two of them together in the room. He glanced at Dadi, and indicated for her to do something to remedy the situation.

"Then..ah...she can stay with me!" Dadi offered, stumbling a bit with the idea. The trio looked at eachother, before glancing at Abhi.

"Yes that's a good idea," Nikhil jumped on the idea, then turned to Pragya, faking concern. "Will that be alright with you?"

Pragya nodded slowly, and was secretly pleased to see the joy and relief on Abhi's face. She grabbed her things, and made her way following Dadi out of the room, leaving the two men together.

Abhi turned to leave, a triumphant smirk on his face, but stopped when Nikhil's voice called out to him.

"Don't think you've won," he called out coolly, sitting down to work on his laptop. His heart hammered, seeing the imposing rock star walk back into the room, shutting the door behind him.

"I don't know what you mean," Abhi replied, leaning against the door with his arms over his chest.

Nikhil shut his laptop, and stood up again, walking forward until he was only a few feet away from Abhi.

"I know you want to keep us separated," he began, "But just know you won't succeed. No matter how much you try to keep us apart it won't work, and by the end of the month we will be married. So you can keep these little instances and games to yourself, because I am telling you right now they won't work. You think you are being smart in not letting us stay in the same room, but our bond is so strong that something like that is insignificant."

Abhi gave a harsh scoff, righting himself and stepping into the other mans person space. "You are delusional; spouting off all this nonsense about this great love and bond that you have," he hissed. "Whatever you think you have with her is fake, because she doesn't remember her true bonds and her true relationships. I can't wait for the day her memory comes back because she will be the one to throw you out of her life. This marriage will never happen, not so long as I am around."

Nikhil tried not to let the intimidating stature of the rock star get to him. At that moment Abhi looked like a lion protecting his pack, and Nikhil took a moment longer than he should have to reply.

"Why does it matter to you Mr. Mehra?" he asked sardonically, taking a step back and moving around the room to hide his unease. "You are all set to marry the love of your life and the mother to your child, are you so selfish as to deny your ex-wife a shred of happiness?"

To say that his child belonged to someone else physically pained Nikhil, but for the greater good he extolled the other man as the father of what was actually his child. He cursed Tanu for the umpteenth time, for being the vindictive witch she was and himself for falling prey to the physical demands of his body at a vulnerable time.

He didn't even want to be with the mother of his child, but as an orphan who had no one growing up, to know that there was a physical representation of him about to come into the world filled him with immense joy. To know that he could provide the love and care to an innocent child in the way he never had caused a bubble of happiness to grow within him; only to be overshadowed at the thought that all that could be taken away from him due to the greed of a selfish few.

"Because her happiness isn't with you," Abhi said childishly, with an undertone of seriousness.

"That's not for you to decide, your relationship ended with her a long time ago."

"My relationship with her has never, and will never end, but that's not something you would understand," Abhi shot back, walking out of the room.

The energy in the room settled down as the rock star took his immense energy and emotions out with him. Nikhil sank onto the bed, feeling drained with the constant back and forth he had to be apart of with Abhi. Dealing with the man took a lot of energy, and he could see how Pragya was a good parallel to him. Tanu was ill suited, it was evident, it took someone just as strong willed to deal with him; not the ditzy and immoral model.

"Pari you have one scary guard dog," Nikhil mused aloud, flopping back on the bed, willing himself to be able to sleep.

xXx

Pragya woke to soft troke brushing over her hair. She opened bleary eyes to the familiar sight of Dadi's room, and her heart hammered in joy remembering the events of last night. She sat up and regarded Dadi, who held out a prayer tray to her. Determined eyes stared back at her, and Pragya fully awoke with a strong resolve, knowing she would conquer the day and begin her fight.

"It's time to put our plan into motion," Dadi said, moving away and putting the tray down on her dresser. "Get up and adorn yourself in a way that Goddess Durga would be proud. Fight against Abhi's enemies and don't falter."

Pragya nodded, getting up and taking her blessings. She grabbed another elaborate sari, the colour of the endless blue sky, and prepared to adorn herself. This would be the first day at war, and she would look the part of a goddess of destruction.

xXx

The night seemed to drag on for Abhi. He was restless, tossing and turning, eyeing the clock only to get frustrated as minutes passed by as opposed to the hours he felt. Finally, in the early hours of the morning he slipped off into a slumber, when a familiar scent began to permeate through the room.

Slow burning incense.

Paired with hummed bhajans it softly filtered into his room, waking him up from the few precious moments of sleep but making him feel revitalized. For twenty days the sounds of bhajans and the smell of incense had disappeared from the mansion, but for the first time in days it once again filled the halls of the mansion. He stayed in his bed a bit longer, burying into the softness of his blankets and pillow, relishing the normality of what was once routine in his home. Eventually he decided to get up, curious to see if what was happening was real or just his imagination.

He slowly rose from his bed, magnetically following the soft humming to his door. He creaked it open, and joyfully took the sight of Pragya, head covered by the end of another elaborate sari. She carried a prayer tray in her hand, walking down the hallway and joyfully humming bhajans, occasionally singing a verse. Leaning against his door frame he took his fill of her, noting how everything seemed brighter once again with her around. She continued to walk, and almost walked past him, before she stopped and hesitantly turned. She regarded him and he regarded her, enraptured. She was beautiful in a way he wouldn't have ever considered, an allure surrounded her that was much more evident and prominent than before.

He could see something conflicted in her gaze, and he didn't know if that was a good thing or a bad thing. She finally raised the tray upwards, and silently offered the holy flame and prasad to him. To appease her, Abhi did the needful, and he was glad when she smiled. The moment broke as Nikhil entered the scene.

"Pari," he called. Abhi's irritation began early in the morning again, seeing her move away from him towards the bane of his existence. Hand curling into his palm he swore lightly, seeing her shyly offer the prayer tray to Nikhil, who smiled and leaned in towards her.

"Today is the first day of our fight," Nikhil murmured to Pragya, eyes slanting over to the disgruntled rockstar. He gave her shoulder a squeeze, before wrapping his arm around her.

Abhi watched them leave, a heat entering his veins. He turned back into the room, and regarded the small temple that had been set up by his wife so many months ago. Raising his eyes to the deity's statue he made a vow. By the end of this month he was determined to bring back his fuggy. Any damned be anyone who stood in his way, friend, family or foe.

gungun!! this is fantastic!!!! i love the bond nikhil and pragya share!!!

Awesome.simple request don't unite tanu with nikhil .she simply doesn't deserve it.I have started loving him in ur work n want him too to come out as a winner that is having his child.

It's just a great story, this is exactly what I was missing! Emotions Abhi just going wild! Nikhil - super! Magically written, thank you very much! 👏 👏 👏

Ohh!! This was awesome!! I just love this!!
Really eager to read more. :D