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Abhigya TS Confession

Part 1:

Pragya tossed on to her side. He was still not home. She knew he was angry, why wouldn't he be? She knew how much his fuggy meant to him - maybe more than her true self did to herself. The thought of him changing someday frightened her and her she was, inflicting all pain on him.

But it killed her to see him hurting each day, wasn't she going through just as much? Was she? She hated seeing his state but then she knew the truth, she knew all this would have an end someday.

He didn't. He had no idea what was happening, he didn't know if this would ever end.

She wiped a lone tear that trailed down the side of her cheek. How long would she have to continue this game of hers? Until the day he truly began to hate her again? Until they were back where they had started? Back at hatred?

He had left a few hours ago blaming her for breaking his fuggy's chashma, but then if she hadn't, who had?

Of course, there was only one person who wanted her out.

Her.

Pragya looked at the clock as it struck twelve. Where was he? Why wasn't he back?

'Fuggy' Pragya turned to see him struggle through the door.

He was drunk. Again.

He approached the dressing table gently placing the newly fixed glasses before him. 'I missed you fuggy, I missed you a lot. Now tell me, who did this to you? Who broke my fuggy? Tell me fuggy, I will kill whoever did this. You know fuggy, I love you a lot. I don't like anything without you, even my dear ones seem like strangers. Come back na fuggy, I miss you. A lot.'

He spread his arms wide. 'I missed you this much, no more than this' He stumbled onto the floor laughing. 'Look fuggy, I am losing fuggy, losing the will to live.' A tear splashed onto his lap. 'Come back fuggy, please?'

He felt a hand on his shoulder and he looked up slowly to find the pair of hypnotising eyes staring back at him.

'Fuggy!' He tried to stand up and she helped him. He placed his arms around her, clasping her to his chest. 'Why did you go fuggy? Did I do something wrong? I'm sorry fuggy' He held his ears.

'Please don't be. I should be sorry, I left you didn't I?' Pragya made him sit down on the edge of the bed and sat next to him holding his hand in hers.

'But why? Don't you love me anymore?' Pragya hushed him with her hand.

'Of course I still love you, more than myself, please don't say that, look your fuggy is back, now don't cry.'

Abhi again crushed her in his embrace. 'Fuggy, really? You're back?'

Pragya shut her eyes tight as the tears rolled continuously. 'Please don't be like this. It only makes this harder for me, please?' She whispered in to his neck.

His arms loosened and he made her look into his eyes which seemed more awake than they had ever been before.

'Then why are you doing all this drama fuggy?' Abhi asked her while she stared back in shock.

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Abhigya TS Confession

Part 1:

Pragya tossed on to her side. He was still not home. She knew he was angry, why wouldn't he be? She knew how much his fuggy meant to him - maybe more than her true self did to herself. The thought of him changing someday frightened her and her she was, inflicting all pain on him.

But it killed her to see him hurting each day, wasn't she going through just as much? Was she? She hated seeing his state but then she knew the truth, she knew all this would have an end someday.

He didn't. He had no idea what was happening, he didn't know if this would ever end.

She wiped a lone tear that trailed down the side of her cheek. How long would she have to continue this game of hers? Until the day he truly began to hate her again? Until they were back where they had started? Back at hatred?

He had left a few hours ago blaming her for breaking his fuggy's chashma, but then if she hadn't, who had?

Of course, there was only one person who wanted her out.

Her.

Pragya looked at the clock as it struck twelve. Where was he? Why wasn't he back?

Fuggy' Pragya turned to see him struggle through the door.

He was drunk. Again.

He approached the dressing table gently placing the newly fixed glasses before him. I missed you fuggy, I missed you a lot. Now tell me, who did this to you? Who broke my fuggy? Tell me fuggy, I will kill whoever did this. You know fuggy, I love you a lot. I don't like anything without you, even my dear ones seem like strangers. Come back na fuggy, I miss you. A lot.'

He spread his arms wide. I missed you this much, no more than this' He stumbled onto the floor laughing. Look fuggy, I am losing fuggy, losing the will to live.' A tear splashed onto his lap. Come back fuggy, please?'