AbhiGya OS - Without you by my side..
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Note- It has been ages since I last posted here. I am very excited about the new track (eventhough it is quite unlikely that it would go the exact way I expect it to.)😃 Anyway here is little something that has been in my mind for days now.Thought of sharing it here with u all, my fellow Abhigyans!⭐️⭐️
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Pragya opened her eyes and smiled seeing Abhi with his mischievous smirk staring at her already.
"Pragya!"
Hearing her Ma's voice somehow faltered her smile as she tore her eyes from the poster, getting out of her bed.
40!
Today is the 40th day since she last saw her Pati. Laying on a hospital bed unable to recognize her with no memory of her, most importantly of anything they shared: as a couple, as partners, as lovers...
Pragya went on with her daily routine getting ready for work as memories started to flood in. Memories always varied; their first meeting, their wedding rituals, their fights and mostly the small nuances that was exclusively 'Abhi', the way he smiled, teasing her... The way he lazily sprawled across the bed... The way he would focus intensely while he was composing... The way he strummed on his guitar...
Pragya kept her hair brush on the dressing table and adjusted her Chashma looking at the mirror.
Somehow, sometimes it felt like she was having retrograde amnesia too. The person staring right back at her is the same Pragya Arora that stared at her two years ago. The same simple anarkalis, the same Chashma, sans kumkum and Mangal sutra that marked the identity of Pragya Mehra...
Kaash it was her instead of him... Everything would have been so much easy!
So so easy...
Nahi!
How can she even think of trading places with him! She never wishes this pain even on her worst enemy so how can she even entertain the idea of switching places with him.
Grabbing her bag she looked around her room. Even her room looked similar to how it was two years ago. Just like two years ago the walls of the room held many posters of the country's number one Rockstar. While one corner held a collection of all his songs, in another corner was the newspaper articles and magazines featuring one and only Abhi Mehra.
And just like two years ago, Abhi Mehra was completely unaware of her existence.
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"Aahista aahista...
aahista aahista maan khone laga hai
dil ko naa jaane kya hone laga hai
Dekha nahi tha tujhe kabhi inn nazro sai
teri nazro ka asar ab mujh par hone laga hai
Bas mein nahi hai ab armaan mere
kehte hai pyaar jisse wahi hone laga hai
Paas aao toh mushkil... door jao toh mushkil
Tera na ho ab mera hone laga
Paad sakte ho toh aankhe paad lo
lavz kehte nahi ki tujhse pyaar hone laga hai"
"Fuggy! FUGGYYY!"
Flashes and more flashes..
"Bhai! Bhai!"
Flashes of the unknown slowly faded away as Abhi's sleepy eyes slowly registered Aaliyah hovering above him.
"Are you okay? You were mumbling in your sleep again..."
"Haan Haan.. I am.. I am okay!"
He muttered wiping the sweat from his forehead but Aaliyah didn't look convinced.
"Bhai you have got to share what is bothering you! Talk to me! I am your sister! You can trust me!"
Abhi glanced at her shaking his head.
"Really it's nothing Aaliyah. I guess I am just tired with everything that is going on. It's a lot to take in."
Aaliyah considered him for few seconds and finally stood up.
"Okay... If you need anything you just have to let me know. And here is your schedule for today! See you downstairs!"
As she left the room, Abhi flopped back on his pillow.
What was that! Who was that! He has been getting flashes ever since the accident and doctors have advised him to not to get too absorbed in them. He believed he was doing quite well with the support of Aaliyah of course... But then again there are moments like these that made him so restless that he couldn't help it but wonder will he ever be okay.
Who was that woman? He couldn't see her face but that voice... It sounded so familiar... And the words were they lyrics? Had he been working with that woman? Is she a singer!? But the words nah... They weren't his type!
Could she be a love interest? No! Then she would be here in the picture... And Aaliyah would inform him as she has been doing with every other important character that was erased from his memory...
He should have told Aaliyah. But something told him that she would not take the news well. And he didn't want to worry her anymore, his nightmares always bothered her. Better to keep it to himself for now.
He grabbed his schedule for the day and a quick glance at it told him that he would again be confined to his studio for most of the day except for one photo shoot.
He was thankful to Aaliyah for looking after every detail ensuring that the word of his condition wouldn't go out, but sometimes he missed the liberty and perks of being the country's Rockstar.
He rarely gave interviews these days and the handful of interviews he gave was arranged strictly on the basis of no personal questions. While earlier his social media was handled by both him and Purab now it is handled by a group appointed by Aaliyah.
He missed talking to his fans! He thrived on their appreciation and adoration and now he needed it more than ever.
Everything he has seen so far, only suggested that he had been steadily rising the ladder of success last two years but having no account of it was a frustration for the self made man he is.
He often wondered whether he is leaving behind something from those two years that he has forgotten. Sometimes he was mildly surprised as to how his life has barely changed within these two years... And sometimes deep within he feared that all may not be what it seems to be... There could be more... Waiting for him to be remembered...
"Take it easy Abhi Mehra!Stop worrying so much!"
Shaking his head Abhi got out of the bed to begin his day.
The End
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