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Originally posted by: desire_nikki

mind blowing part yr Kriti...
awww abeer is too adorable na...
and abeer fighting with his mind devils..
and that was actually funny when he said to akash ..Who asked u. omg ...I was literally laughing at that...hehehe..it was way too funny .
well I hate akash in this part...he made abeer so jealous and pain..*sob* *sob*
waiting for next..plz continue soon..
thanx for pm..
love Nikki

Originally posted by: war_is_peace

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itti si kriti

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I was bouncing that same ball off of the same poor wall in Nissar's cabin for about half an hour now. Being the good friend he was, he suggested we take the day off to booze.

And as much as I wanted to, I knew it wasn't going to solve anything. So, I did what most men do when heartbroken--rant to "the best friend" and then proceed to silently co-exist in some comfortable silence.

We were at that second stage as of now. Well we were until Rati walked in.

"I don't know, kuch ajeeb sa lag raha hai mujhe." She said as she nonchalantly made Nissar's coffee without even having to look down. Two spoons sugar, 1 creamer. Is it just me, or she slightly strange? Just a little.

"Rati, I don't think we should comment on--" but Nissar was cut off half way.

"It's just so strange. She's never even mentioned seeing someone before this, forget date. And now she's getting married? There has to be something--"

Suddenly, for once, my interest piqued in what she was saying. "Never?" I didn't even bother trying to not sound curious.

"No, never! Yeah she's mentioned him a few times. But I never thought, you know, that she...saw him in that way or anything." She handed Nissar the coffee, who for the sake of his best-friend's sanity was hoping she'd shut up soon. But instead she continued, "If anything, I was pretty sure Akash was engaged or something. I didn't know they were engaged to each other though. Seriously, I thought they were just friends."

"But then why would she be getting married?" Nissar tried to restore balance in the room.

With the most certainty I've felt in days, I get up out of my chair. "I don't know, but I'm going to find out."

Tie now loosened and sleeves rolled back, it was decided.

I've had enough of this mature Abeer shit.

***

I calm myself down right outside her door--storming in there like a raging bull was going to do nothing. I needed a plan of action.

With a long calming breath out, I made my way in.

"Yeah, sorry your advertisement ran about 3 seconds over the 30 second mark. We're going to have to ask you to re-edit it for us and send it back, I'd recommend cutting out that irritating jingle at the beginnin--" she paused when her eyes landed on me.

I tried giving the most easy, laid-back smile I could force. "Got a minute?"

She smiled back, gesturing me to sit down. "Yeah so just send me the revised version by tomorrow. Alright, yes. Thank you, bye." And as she hung up, she got up out of her chair, proceeding to make herself comfortable on the front edge of her desk.

Was it even worth pretending like that didn't give me some unholy thoughts?

"Sure, what's up?"

"Nothing important, was just wondering how things were going. You know with the wedding and all," hopefully she bought that.

"Oh.. um, yeah..." she sounded confused, though I understand, such a question from me is kind of unexpected. "It's going fine. But why do you ask, you know all of a sudden?"

"C'mon Meher, you don't expect me to not take an interest in your life just 'cause we're divorced now do you?" I got up, and for a moment dropped the act, taking her right hand in mine, "Meher, I want you to know that regardless of what the status is between us, you will always be important to me. The way you've always been," I paused not knowing if I should've said what I was about to, "The way you still were, throughout these 8 years."

There was a silence, a much needed relaxed silence.

She finally broke into a grin, "Nice thing to tell your ex- right before she's trying to move on eh?" she nudged.

"Oh of course," I laughed along, appreciating her attempt comic relief.

"Well it's going to be a small intimate wedding, we haven't invited all that many people," she swung her legs on the edge of the desk as she picked up her diary, making note of something that looked vaguely important. But it all stopped for a second when she looked up, seeming to have landed upon a realization, "Abeer, are you...coming?"

I try not to laugh at the irony of the situation. Will I be coming? To my wife's wedding? With another man? I know I set myself up for this but damn that question hurt like a sucker punch right in the guts.

Was my gaze softening? Yes.

Was my voice breaking? Yes.

Was I going to hide it this time? No.

I ask defeated, "Main nai aunga toh tum shaadi nahi karogi kya?" I let the heartbreak seep through for a moment, letting it hurt before I fixed myself in front of her.

She let her eyes drop down to the floor before she smiled and look back. She knew how to minimize the damage when telling me things I didn't want to hear--something she became especially skilled at after we got married.

"Well besides, I'm just surprised you agreed to get married so quickly. I remember I proposed 4 times, tab jaake tumne haan bola tha. Yaad hai?" I join her on the other edge of the table.

"Of course," she almost laughed, "How can I forget. Though to be honest, I was going to say yes the third time, lekin tumne woh ugly green shirt pehni thi and I didn't that to be in my memory of the time we agreed to get married, you know?" she sounded nostalgic to point where it seemed like she had entered another dimension. "And remember that nariyal-pani wala, the fourth time, god I remember how he was silently judging us when you went about that whole joker-jaisa dance routine."

I couldn't help but chuckle along at my antics, remembering very well my little "Dil Na Diya" stint on the beach. God I was a weird man-child back then. But then again, she loved that weird man-child. "Don't lie, you found it hysterical."

"I did, but I still think I half-said yes only so we could get out of there..." she continued on talking about the night. It was reassuring to see she still remembered every detail, so carefully.

Now for the attack.

"So then how did Akash propose? And how many times did the poor guy have to, before you finally said yes?"

The laughter was gone and she was pulled back from Wonderland. It seemed as though I'd caught her off guard.

Perfect.

"Um..." she got off the table walking back to her chair behind the desk, with uncertainty she was failing to mask, "At home," she answered, "...in my backyard," she nervously added to sound more convincing.

"In your backyard?" I follow, mocking her confidence.

"Y-yes," she picked her phone up, panic dialing a random number, "Abeer I just remembered, I have to reschedule my meeting with Sattu Sir to discuss TR--"

Ending the call from the device itself, I remind her, "You mean the one that already took place, this morning?"

Her eyes were now wide open, she knew I was onto something. Before she could to dart to the door, I pulled her back and against the wall. "Meher, since when did flats come with backyards? Because your flat sure doesn't have one."

"I meant th--" she tried explaining really softly, hoping to keep the situation under control.

But as we both knew, it was too late for that.

"Look into my eyes Meher, goddamnit just look at me!" I half shout and half pleaded, "Just look at me, please..." I leaned my head against hers, "Kya majburi hai Meher? Is he forcing you? Tumhe woh dhamk--"

"Nahi!" She grabs onto my collar, now crying as well. "It's nothing like that! Akash is nothing like that!" she almost shrieked, "Aur tumhe kya haq banta hai poochne ka anyways? Why do you care all of a sudden? Jab chaha chod diya, jab chaha haq jataliya! Just let me breathe for once will you? 8 saal se chain ki saans nah--"

And then the inevitable happened--her lips sealed with mine prevented her from going on any further.

Murmuring a few words of morality and righteousness, she finally gave way. It only took a second before her last wall fell. She understood the urgency, the way she reached for the back of my head and ran her fingers through my hair said it all. After what we've been through, this whole thing felt like a fantasy. She wanted to make sure it was true.

With her body pressed against mine, the two estranged hearts, finally felt each other. They beat in unison.

Laying her down on the desk, I push her chair aside, leaning down and letting the clip in her hair go. She was beautiful.

And she was mine.

It was somewhere between the time I began unbuttoning my shirt and her left heel falling off that I caught her staring at a yellow envelope that sat on her desk.

And with that all of a sudden everything came to a stop. Brushing me aside, she got up reaching for her forgotten heel.

"Can you...leave me alone right now?" she whispered.

She was on the verge of tears, "Please could you leave me alone for a bit," she looked up.

"It's too late Abeer," her voice began breaking. I reel her in by the waist, trying to calm her down, but she wasn't having it. Her words like knifes, she said, "Abeer 8 years ago, you and I separated because you thought I...cheated on you. I don't want to put Akash in that same position, especially when I'm already partly guilty."

I let her finish, it was important for her to get this out of her system. I deserved the sting. But I still had to make her see, "Meher why don't you see? Akash doesn't have to be in that position. Call off the wedding love."

"I can't Abeer," she pleads as if she was trying to make sense to me, "I can't do that to him."

"Are you serious? Fine, then what do you think he's going to go through when he finds out that the woman he's marrying is still in love wit--"

"I am not in love with you!" She shouted, though very obviously trying to convince herself rather than me.

In the very next moment, I got an answer to my previously posed question from a familiar calm and collected, low baritone voice, "I don't think it'll be much of a problem, because 'he' already knows. And I'd appreciate it if you left me and my fiance alone for now."

There was Akash, in front of the door with his hands crossed and expression unamused. If this were yesterday, I would have walked out, respecting "their privacy." But today, I knew better.

And this time, with the deck stacked in my favor or not, I wasn't letting Mrs. Meher Abeer Malhotra go anywhere.

Originally posted by: VaticanCameos

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