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Here is my attempt at an AbhiGya fic. Please read and let me know what you think.
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The other two versions!
The Wedding Anniversary- Take Two
Take three: The Wedding Anniversary
The Wedding Anniversary: Abhi-Pragya
"Hey Professor, how was college today?"
Pragya was brushing her hair when she heard that oh-so-familiar husky voice.
"Just a regular day, Abhi." she said turning back to look at her anti-hero Rockstar leaning to the door. "How come you are home so early?" She queried in surprise.
"Couldn't get one line right. Just called off the whole recording session". He complained like a child.
"Go watch football. It's your favorite Brazil playing Croatia" Pragya wanted to cheer him up.
"I will give that a pass, I have a different plan, only if you agree." He smiled.
"Anything for you." Pragya smiled back. Oh, Yes! Anything for him.
"Really? Can we go out for a dinner tonight? You and me?" Abhi questioned.
"Dinner?" Pragya was a little stunned.
"My flight to London is tomorrow. Don't know when we will have this chance again." Abhi took a long breath and shrugged his shoulders.
"So you want to celebrate our good bye?" Pragya laughed a bit sarcastically.
"Or our anniversary?" Abhi joined her in her laughter. "It will never be a good bye between us, Pragya." he suddenly said undoubtedly.
"Yeah, I will still be in the city. We can meet sometimes." Pragya too sighed. "Where do you want to go?" she asked.
"I already called up this place. It's a bit far off, but no fans, no media. We can have a peaceful dinner." Abhi had it all planned.
"Alright. I will go get ready." Pragya walked towards the bathroom passing him. Abhi's eyes followed her until she disappeared from his sight. He rubbed his head, tapped his feet. He was perturbed inside. He had never craved or prayed for anything or anyone this way.
All he wanted to do at that moment was to pull her into his arms and kiss her endlessly. But yet, that was the last thing he could actually do.
They had done the unthinkable, a year ago. For him, it was his beloved Daadi, who was on a medicine strike to get him hitched, for her it was her mother who refused to undergo a surgery unless she wore sindhoor. There was also a love rectangle between their sisters and friends. They both thought that they will solve it for everyone while getting tied to each other with a limit of time.
Now after a year, His Daadi was happy on a long pilgrimage, her mother had recovered well from her surgery. After a year, they sure had realized they couldn't solve someone else's love matters while they got tangled in their own.
Love was more volatile than she had ever imagined. Love was more painful than any pain he had ever felt.
"Don't I look good in this kurta, Pragya? Like a Rockstar?" Abhi raised his brows. She chuckled effortlessly nodding her head in agreement. He had sported the only gift she had ever bought him. He looked gorgeous she thought. "You look like Marilyn Monroe in Seven Year Itch", he said to her looking at her flowing white salwar kameez. "I am not wearing a cocktail dress", snapped Pragya bursting into laughter.
He had that ability to make her laugh. No one had ever made her laugh the way he did. He just made her feel light and bright, like a fairy. He called her that too sometimes.
He not just called her a fairy, but believed so. He thought she was his fairy. The fairy, who gave soul to his music. The fairy, who brought a brighter perspective to his life.
"I will call the driver" Pragya tried to find her mobile phone from her bag. "Hey No, didn't I say it's just you and me? I will drive", said Abhi.
The drive to the beachside restaurant was long and longing. A gloomy air had surrounded their hearts. After all they had lived together for a year. His temper, her adamancy, his haste, her tears, his insecurity, her loneliness, his snores, her clutter, his pranks, her laughs, his songs, her lectures, his this and her that- they had lived through each other's lives, first inevitably, later wantonly.
Their destination was beautiful. A table for two by the sea, already decorated with flowers, a candle and a bottle of red wine. Abhi pulled the chair for Pragya and seated himself across her.
To ease the strain that had developed, Abhi looked at Pragya and smiled. Pragya wanted to capture that smile in her eyes. He had such an innocent smile, she thought. With her cheek rested on her palm, she looked at him lovingly.
Abhi, Oh Abhi. She so wanted to be hidden in his arms. She knew she would be safe in his arms, safe from everything that she was ever scared of.
"Hey" Abhi waved his hand in front of her. "Menu is here"
"Why don't you order for both of us?" Pragya requested coming out of her daydream.
Abhi read out a list of things as if it was all pre-decided.
"Why did you order everything that I like? How do you even know I like these things?" Pragya was up for a pleasant surprise.
"I know you always underestimate me. But I do notice." Abhi replied.
"I am impressed" said Pragya.
A delicious dinner was served. Pragya could hardly eat anything, while Abhi ate as if he will never get to eat again.
"Thank you for the dinner date, Abhi" Pragya sighed.
"We can have one more when I come back from London. I will be there for 3 months to finish this album and then I will be back in Mumbai for a week. After that, I will fly to the US for 3 months for..." Abhi counted his plans only to be abruptly interrupted by Pragya
"Abhi, can you sing for me?" Pragya's voice was wet.
"What?" Abhi couldn't believe his ears.
"Please. I want to hear you. Who knows I may never get to hear you live like this." Pragya revealed.
"I thought you hated everything about my music". Abhi still couldn't believe she asked him to sing.
"I had never heard your music to hate it. I used to hate your idea of selling emotions. But when I used to hear you sing and compose in the middle of the night, how could I not appreciate a moving voice like yours?" Pragya touched Abhi's hand.
Abhi took her hand and kissed it. "This is amazing. So, you are my fan. AWESOME! What do you want me to sing for you?"
"Anything. I will love anything you will sing" Pragya leaned back on her chair.
Abhi leaned back on his chair too and said, "I will sing this song from my favorite band, The Cascades- it's just for you, okay?"
Listen to the rhythm of the falling rain
Telling me just what a fool I've been
I wish that if you go and let me cry in vain
And let me be alone again
The only girl I care about has gone away
Looking for a brand-new start
But little does she know that when she left that day
Along with her she took my heart
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lC2Fu20X_KY
Pragya so wished that girl was her. But how could that be possible? She knew about his girl, Tannu. Tannu was waiting for him in London and he did too, she thought. After all, he had married her only to please his Daadi. Now he was going to London where Tannu stayed too. Eventually he was going to convince his Daadi to accept Tannu.
Pragya closed her eyes, not wanting to let the tears flow. She was not going to cry in front of Abhi and make him feel bad. What if she felt the most endearing emotions for him? He didn't feel the same way. He belonged to a different world. Tannu was tall, pretty, sexy and looked so good with him. They would make a wonderful couple. She could never be like her. She was not meant for him.
"Hello, did you sleep off? Bad choice for a song, huh?" Abhi shook her.
"No, Abhi. Just got lost in your song. It was great. Shall we go home?" said Pragya, for all she needed to do was to find a lonely place to cry her heart out.
"Alright" said Abhi reluctantly walking Pragya towards the car.
He didn't want this evening to end. But he had no control over it. He knew that Pragya would never consider him for a life partner. The day she shared with him the love she had for Suresh, his heart had sunk. He had met Suresh, and he knew he could never match a calm, composed and virtuous person like Suresh. Pragya needed someone like Suresh, who would take care of her, who would never hurt her, unlike a roller coaster of emotions that he would put her through. Abhi hoped she would get back with Suresh and live happy.
The journey back was torturous. The thoughts in their brain were killing them. There was a dead silence. He focused on driving and she looked away.
Minutes later, Abhi's chain of thoughts were broken to the excessive sobbing he heard. Pragya had her face covered in her hands and was crying.
"Pragya, what happened? Why Pragya" Abhi stopped the car on the side, in the middle of nowhere. He had to make sure Pragya was okay.
Pragya immediately got out of the car and ran towards a nearby tree. She stood there and cried her heart out loudly.
Abhi ran to her and moved her hands away from her face. He held her face to his chest and stroked her head in an attempt to calm her down.
"Go away from me" Pragya pushed Abhi hitting his chest with her wrists. "You are not gonna be there for me when I cry every day after this. Why do you want to be there for me today? Leave me alone and go away". Pragya howled.
"Pragya, I never want you to cry. I never wanted to go away. I want to be there for you. Please don't push me away like this" Abhi's eyes were wet too now.
"Nothing will work out, Abhi. Nothing will work out" Pragya tried to wipe her tears. "I am so sorry for crying like this. I just can't take it anymore. Abhi I..." Pragya held Abhi's kurta and sobbed into his chest unable to control her emotions.
"Pragya" said Abhi, caressing her hair, hugging her into him. He closed his eyes and tightened his arms around her, pulling her into him further. Her arms surrounded him too and her sobbing slowly subsided. He cupped her face and wiped her tears. He slowly removed her glasses and threw them away. He looked into her endearing eyes and he knew that he was hers and she was his. She knew it too. Just when Pragya's lips parted to say a word, Abhi shut them with his lips, kissing her endlessly.
The End
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