If Only - A PriDa FF Part 6 updt on page 13 - Page 8

Nish, that was such a beautiful part, and so heartbreaking..Felt so much for PriDa, especially Damini..Can't wait for the next part..

And Diya and Nish, LOVEEE the name Krupz has given you..Disha indeed rock together.. 😊

Keep up the wonderful job..

Awesome ...Nisha.....this was just so angsty...WOOW

aww.....thnx for the pm!

@ Nish - That was a wonderful part!! Awww ... feel soooo much for Damini ... and Prithvi too! But Damini more right now .. she sooo doesn't deserve this!

hey.........firstly thanx for the PM
update was fantastic as usual.........damz going alone........and my prithvi's heart broken just like damz's........awwwww.........so sad.......but i know everything is gonna be f9
update soon..........

Great update Diyu......Damz going alone...😭....hopefully Pri comes to the airport....but loved it!!

wow NIsh!..that was superb...felt so bad for Damz...so is Pri gonna catch the flight?!..ohhh the wait is killing...cmon Diya hurry up!😉.

Sorry for the delay guys...I was on vacation for the past two and a half weeks and got sidetracked! So here is

22, 23, 24….B. Here it is, she thought. She had a window seat. There was already someone sitting in the middle seat. A young man in a grey suit, his hair neatly parted and flattened atop his head. He pushed up his horn rimmed glasses and gave her a toothy grin. She smiled politely as her eye drifted to the empty seat on the aisle, and the longing came rushing back. She shook herself mentally and was angry with herself again. Grasping her carry on firmly she lifted it into the overhead bin. She strained under the effort of pushing the heavy bag into the high bin, and was about to give it a final push with her fingers, when strong familiar hands kept the bag from sliding out. Their eyes met and held.

He came, she thought, wild happiness coursing through her. She wanted to smile and laugh and hug him tightly. But she looked away. No, she told herself firmly. She would not give him the pleasure of seeing the impact he had on her. She was angry with herself for feeling happy. She snatched her hands away from the bag and slid into the window seat. The man in the middle half stood to let her in.

Prithvi sighed. He knew he deserved this. But somewhere he had hoped that she'd be happy enough to see him and forget everything. That she would smile at him and hug him. He pushed the bag into the overhead effortlessly and closed the bin shut before taking the vacant aisle seat. He reminded himself of why he had come. He could not let her go off by herself. But at least she was still mad at him. Wasn't this what he wanted? Yes. This was good, he thought. The cold treatment he could handle. But her warmth scorched him.

His thoughts were interrupted by a soft hand on his shoulder and someone saying, "Please fasten your seatbelt sir". He looked up at the flight attendant and gave a curt nod as he snapped the buckle into place. Damini noticed that the pretty flight attendant still had her hand on Prithvi's shoulder. The flight attendant looked at Prithvi and smiled. "Can I get you anything…tea, coffee…a newspaper?"

"No, thank you. I'm fine" he said.

Why is she still here, thought Damini, annoyance clawing at her. Aren't there other passengers she needs to attend to. And could she please take her hand off her husband's shoulder.

The attendant leaned in smiling at him, her hand moving up a notch on his broad shoulder.

"If you need me, please press the button. I'd be happy to help".

Prithvi smiled back politely. "Thank you, I will".

Damini could not believe it. The man could smile and flirt with someone else, but while with her he looked like he had forgotten how to smile! Well good for him! He has now found himself the kind of woman whose sole purpose in life will be to bring him tea, coffee and newspapers without his asking! And why was she feeling annoyed anyway?! This thought making her even more annoyed. Her thoughts were cut by a cough from beside her. The man in the middle seat was smiling at her again.

"Hi, I'm Ramanuj. I'm a CA traveling for business".

"Hi," was all she said.

Unfazed by her lackluster response he continued on talking, telling her about himself and how he came to be an accountant, the Ivy League schools he went to and the big 5 accounting firm he worked for.

"I love numbers!" he enthused.

"Oh, that's wonderful" she said, feigning interest but cringing with sheer desperate boredom.

Prithvi couldn't believe his luck. It was bad enough that Damini was mad at him and now he had to endure Mr. I-Love-Numbers trying to impress his wife.

"Yes, there's a beauty in numbers. They never lie. Life is like a balance sheet when you think about it. Full of assets and liabilities," Ramanuj continued.

This statement gave the passengers on either side of him some pause. It held a grain of truth for both of them.

Damini turned to look at him and said, "You are right Ramanuj. I'm Damini, by the way". And she smiled properly at him for the first time.

"Oh! Damini…lovely! I…I mean your name…its lovely," he said appearing slightly flustered.

Prithvi frowned but willed himself to bear with it. He also willed for their destination to arrive soon. It was supposed to be a short flight, but seemed incredibly long to him.

Ramanuj was talking again. "You know my love for numbers has given me an avid interest in numerology. I can tell a lot about you just by your name."

"Oh, well I don't believe in…"

"Like for instance, I can tell that you are very short tempered. Gussa aapke naak par hota hain"

Damini was impressed. Prithvi smiled as he heard this. This was true about her.

"And you don't have much patience with people. That is, unless you love them. Because then you will give everything you have got".

Prithvi's heart lurched as he heard what he knew to be painfully true. She had given him her heart, her soul, even complied with his unreasonable and stupid demands…all because she loved him. And he had cut her down mercilessly every chance he got. But lord knew that he was dying a slow death too.

Damini thought sadly how she had given her marriage all she'd got, and failed.

"Waise main palmistry bhi kar leta hoon. Give me your hand".

Still lost in thought, she obliged.

Ramanuj held her hand reverently in his left, and with his right hand he smoothed out her palm with excitement.

An iron fist came out of nowhere and grasped his hand firmly. Ramanuj's throat went dry as he looked into the deadly face of the man whose hand gripped his.

"I believe it's my seat you are sitting in", Prithvi said, a thunder clouding on his face.

Ramanuj gulped and dropped Damini's hand. "Of course, of course!" he said, clumsily getting up and moving out on the aisle to let Prithvi in.

Prithvi sat next to her with a stormy expression, the silence crackling between them.

Suddenly he quietly said, "Damini tumhe iss tarah unjaan logon se baat karne ki kya zaroorat hain!"

"Toh kiss se baat karoon Prithvi?" she looked at him with hurt shining in her eyes. "Tunhari baatein toh mujh se milne se pehli hi khatam ho jaati hain. Aur waise bhi main kya karoon, kahan jaoon, kiss se baat karoon uss se tumhe kya farq padta hain!"

"Farq padta hain Damini!" he said grasping her arm. "Kyon ki tum meri…"

She looked at him expectantly. But the shutters had already closed in his mind. He released her abruptly and sat back staring straight ahead. Her eyed filled with confused pain as she saw him shut himself off from her again. She rubbed her arm where his hand had been a moment ago, trying to ease the sudden chill.

She looked away and out of the tiny window at the clouds drifting by. A silent tear slipped down her cheek.

wonderful Nisha-Diya 👍🏼