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PLEASE BE ADVISED THIS FIC DEALS WITH MATURE SUBJECT MATTER.
But there is no actual mature content. Though there was supposed to be. 😛
Also this is totally alternate universe, branching off from the show before the MMS track.
Her Wish Granted
an AbhiGya OS by -mina-
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Pragya knew she shouldn't ask.
Things between them were already too complicated. They had finally established a hopeful peace, and she didn't want to ruin that.
It was only a few more days...a week and a half. Her iron-strong self-control had brought her this far, through almost a year of conflicted feelings and then eight months of hormonal variability. Surely she could manage just a little while longer.
A week and a half, and then their lives would change forever, and this would be the last thing on her mind.
Pragya desperately wished she could fast-forward the next ten days. Wished she could just jump into the future they were both looking forward to, when joy and new hope would definitely enter their lives.
But...it was still ten days. She still had to get through ten days.
And God help her, she couldn't get it off her mind.
She was thirty-eight and a half weeks pregnant, and she wanted to have sex with her husband.
If Pragya had a normal marriage, this would have been maybe a bit embarrassing, and maybe a lot humorous, and above all, maybe, potentially, possible.
Not for the first time, Pragya wished she had a normal marriage.
But she didn't. Her marriage had started as a compromise on her side and a mistake on his. It had continued as an extended natak for the benefit of both their families, until one sudden, tragic accident just before their first anniversary separated them forever from the two women they had been acting for.
After that it had twisted into a dark drama. They had been given the chance to be free of each other, but grief and bereavement drove her to make an insane request of him. Guilt and anxiety had made him grant it.
"I will divorce you, but first you must give me a baby."
Pragya wondered now how she had ever found the audacity to say those words. It was hard to believe that she had actually said that to him, and then managed to answer back all his arguments against it, and then actually gone through with it.
She could remember, now, how desperate she had felt back then, how more than anything else she had wanted someone to love and someone to love her, how her thinking had narrowed until having a child seemed the only way to heal her heart.
She could remember, now, how desperate she had felt back then, how more than anything else she had wanted someone to love and someone to love her, how her thinking had narrowed until having a child seemed the only way to heal her heart.
She could remember, but she couldn't relate to it anymore. Couldn't understand how she could ever have possibly been so lost.
And yet, it had happened. She looked down at her heavy belly, gently resting her hand where she thought the baby's head might be. By some dark miracle, it had happened.
And then...after he had met her condition, after their one, perfectly-timed, perfectly heartbreaking night...their marriage had almost ended.
She had left, as she said she would. They had filed the papers. They had both tried to move on in life.
He had made her accept an outrageous sum of money in the settlement, but she had been determined not to touch it yet. It was for the baby, as they had both agreed. She had tried to tell him he owed her nothing, but he had answered that his conscience and the memory of his Daadi wouldn't allow him to provide nothing for his child.
For six long, bleak months, she had tried to prepare for the future she had chosen. She had moved to a different neighbourhood of Mumbai, where her neighbours didn't know her history and wouldn't be as judgmental about her being a single mother. She had taken up remote tuitions, ghost-writing, research subcontracts - every way to work she could find using the skills and experience she already had.
The hardest six months of her life, but the thought of her baby had kept her motivated. She had ignored any stray thoughts about loneliness and regret, insisting to herself that she had made the right choice and she was going to have everything she would ever need once she could hold her child in her arms.
Until one day he showed up at her door...and she couldn't escape the realization that she needed so much more than she had allowed herself to dream about.
"I want to be your family."
She had never expected to hear those words from Abhi, the rockstar she had married under too many misunderstandings. And indeed, when he came to her that night, he wasn't Abhi the rockstar.
He was Abhishek Mehra, the man who had finally realized that he couldn't let his wife and child walk away from him.
And then, finally, their marriage entered its current positive, tentative, hopeful stage. They were still learning how to love each other - if the tangle of emotions they had for each other could be called love, anyway. Despite - or rather, because of - everything that had happened between them, they didn't really have a normal husband-wife dynamic. But they were now friends, and looking forward to being parents together. And for better or worse, they had committed to being a family - for their child and for each other.
They were friends, they were family, they were husband-and-wife...but they weren't a couple.
Which meant that...she shouldn't ask him.
She knew she shouldn't ask him.
But she wanted to. And ten days seemed an impossibly long time to get through. And besides, she wanted to spend the next ten days thinking about their baby, not...sex.
She looked at herself in the mirror, staring hard at her reflection as she tried for the twentieth time to talk herself out of acting on her inconvenient urge. Her belly was so huge, it was impossible to notice anything else about her. But she knew that she had gained weight in her face and arms, soft pudgy curves replacing the once-lean lines that had defined her features. She hadn't been able to see down to her toes for weeks now, so she had no idea what state her legs were in, except that she definitely hadn't shaved them in months.
Not that it mattered, really. Nevermind that there wasn't anything he could find physically attractive about her now - there never had been, to begin with. The one time they had gone to bed together, it had been a conscious deal, both of them thinking of their goal of making a baby rather than sensually exploring each other. He hadn't desired her then, so there was no question of him desiring her now.
And since he didn't desire her...then even if she did ask him, and he agreed out of duty...would they even be able to?
Her cheeks flushed, and she decided she couldn't look at herself anymore. She turned and slowly sat down on the bed instead, staring down at her hands as she thought over the ludicrousness of her situation. Here she was, almost thirty-two years old, married, pregnant...and she still knew next to nothing about sex.
She had read a lot over the years, of course, and even more so in the last few weeks as she tried to drown out her urge with research, research and more research. But all that theoretical knowledge felt pretty worthless now that she was faced with the reality of wondering if what she wanted was even possible.
Well. She knew it was possible. Other women had sex with their partners late into pregnancy. Some folk-lore minded doctors even recommended it to induce labour. She had found plenty of tips for how to make it comfortable, as well as cautionary lists of what to avoid. So it was definitely possible.
Just...maybe not for her. Not for them.
Frustrated with her dilemma, Pragya dropped her head into her hands. She slipped off her glasses, putting them distractedly on the bedside table. She ground the heel of her palms against her eyes, wishing she could just squeeze the tormenting ideas out of her head.
She took a deep breath, and let out an exhausted sigh.
Which was probably why she didn't hear Abhi entering the room until the door clicked shut behind him.
She turned to face him, scrambling to put a smile on her face before he could notice anything about her mood. But her efforts were too late, as he was already frowning in concern as he walked towards her.
"What's wrong?" He sat down on the bed next to her, automatically reaching to massage the small of her back. "Tired?"
Pragya squeezed her eyes closed, biting down on her lip to tamp down the craving that flared freshly with him being so close to her. To have him so near, touching her, caring about her, but not available the way she wanted him...it was maddening.
He tipped her chin to make her face him. His thumb brushed against her lip, popping it free of her teeth. Her eyes snapped open.
"What's wrong?" he repeated, and she could see worry starting to shadow his eyes.
Her heart flipped over in her chest. And suddenly, Pragya knew that whether she should or not...she was going to ask.
But she couldn't look him in the eye while she did it.
She set her hand on his chest, and focused her gaze there. But even that felt too exposed, and before she knew it, she was hiding her face in his neck.
"Pragya?" Abhi caressed soothing circles on her back. "Tell me what's wrong."
"I want something," she managed to say. Her hand tightened on his black t-shirt, bunching the fabric so it clung even closer to his skin.
"Ok, so tell me," he prompted. "What do you want?"
Pragya took another deep breath. Even though he couldn't see her face, she shut her eyes tight anyway. "You. I want you."
His hand on her back went still, and she could feel his body going tense against her. She held her breath, waiting for him to say the no' she didn't want to hear.
"I'm already here," he said instead, his tone neutral.
Pragya laughed helplessly against his shoulder. Of course he wasn't going to make this easy for her. After a moment, she tried again, being as explicit as she could bear in that moment. "I want you to take me to bed."
"We're already on the bed," he said in the same neutral tone. He gently pulled away from her, so she had no choice but to look up at him. "What are you really asking for?" he asked, holding her chin firmly in his hand.
"Sex," Pragya blurted, and then because she couldn't bear to watch the disgust that would surely cascade across his face, she focused her gaze on the wall behind him and let all her anxieties spill from her lips. "I know, it's ridiculous, I'm the size of a house, why would you even want to, and we're not like that, I know we're not like that, I'm sorry, it's just I can't stop thinking about you, I want to feel you inside me again, everything will change when the baby comes and I know you don't want me that way but I do want you and -"
He tapped the tip of her nose, and her jaw clicked shut.
For a long, tense moment, he simply stared at her in silence. His eyes locked with hers, and she didn't know what he might be thinking, but she did realize...he didn't look disgusted.
His gaze dropped to her lips, and then lower. He stretched his palm over the swell of her belly. "Is it safe?"
Stunned by his question, Pragya didn't think to answer until he tipped his head back and met her eyes again, his eyebrow raised in query.
"I...yes. Mostly. Yes, it's safe." Her blood started to thrum with something hot and sweet, a tiny spark of hope lighting in her heart.
"And it's not going to bother Guddu?" He pursued, using their nickname for the baby.
"No," Pragya said, starting to smile. "I read that for him it will feel the same as if I was going on a brisk walk."
"Really?" Abhi said, but it didn't sound like he wanted an answer. He straightened, slowly bringing his hand to cup her jaw. His thumb brushed across her cheek. "And did you read about how we could...manage?"
The spark of hope in her heart burst into a tide of delicious expectation. "Two options," she told him, feeling her doubts melt away. "Standing, with my hands braced on the closet and you behind me..."
The tiniest downturn of his mouth suggested he didn't like the sound of that. She continued quickly, "Or, right here, on the edge of the bed. I'd be lying on my back with some pillows for height, and you would stand and lean forward."
"And we'd be facing each other," he said, starting to smile in return.
She nodded. Excitement warmed her cheeks, and without thinking about it, she started to trail her fingertips slowly up his bicep. "Yes."
He glanced briefly at how she was touching his arm but didn't stop her. "And? Any other instructions?"
She curled her hand on his shoulder, unconsciously leaning close to him. "Just...don't be rough. Or...wild."
"Hmm." He cradled her head in his hand, also starting to lean towards her. "So then, slow and sweet."
"Not too sweet." Her last word blew across his lips.
A fleeting dimple indented his cheek. He smiled as he kissed her, his lips already parted as they caught hers.
And as Abhi granted the wish she hadn't dared to hope for, Pragya was glad she had asked after all.
THE END
This fic was researched...but lightly. Do not take medical recommendations from this fic.
The backstory with the almost-divorce was dreamed up by MMM - thank you for letting me play with it.
If the theme of the story interests you but you would prefer a happier AbhiGya setting, you might be interested in Rix's fic, The Unusual Craving (contains mature content).
If the theme of the story interests you but you would prefer more smut and less angsty brooding, you might be interested in my fic, Reunion (contains mature content).
A not-quite-up-to-date list of my AbhiGya fics can be found at my KKB fic index. Links to my writings on other shows can be found at my master FF index.
Thank you for reading. I would love to know your thoughts. 😳
The backstory with the almost-divorce was dreamed up by MMM - thank you for letting me play with it.
If the theme of the story interests you but you would prefer a happier AbhiGya setting, you might be interested in Rix's fic, The Unusual Craving (contains mature content).
If the theme of the story interests you but you would prefer more smut and less angsty brooding, you might be interested in my fic, Reunion (contains mature content).
A not-quite-up-to-date list of my AbhiGya fics can be found at my KKB fic index. Links to my writings on other shows can be found at my master FF index.
Thank you for reading. I would love to know your thoughts. 😳
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