AbhiGya OS : Jealous Abhi *Fun Post*

AbhiGya OS : Jealous Abhi

Abhi was following Pragya again. He didn't know why he got up early every morning, got dressed and discretely followed the chashmish as she went to her college. Maybe he could have explained that to himself, but the fact that he stayed nearby her college for the next four hours, waiting for her to finish teaching her lecture so he could find her on the road, make up an excuse for being there and offer to drop her home ... that he really couldn't understand. Why did he want to spend time with her? Did he want to spend time with her?

"No, of course not! I just ... I just ... just want to make sure she's not meeting Purab. Yeah, that's why." Abhi said to himself as he stood inside Sharma's Jewelry, the shop right across the street from Pragya's college.

He looked at his watch, it was half-past three, Pragya was half an hour late. Abhi tried to be calm as he said to himself, "Why is she so late? Kahin usse kuch ... ?" The thought of Pragya being hurt or in any sort of danger scared him so much that he rushed out of the shop and ran across the street, standing in front of the gate of the college. He was about to go in and look for her, when he saw her coming out. He quickly hid behind a tree as she passed by.

She was wearing a plain pink anarkali suit, her hair pulled back in an elegant french braid ... Alia had taught her that style. To her right stood that nerdy chashmish from her neighbourhood ... what was his name, Mahesh...Rakesh ... haan Suresh! What was he doing here?

Abhi watched as the two of them crossed the street, and stood in front of the gol gappe stall. The vendor handed them each a small plate. He stared at Pragya as she savoured the snack, laughing all the while at something funny the ajeeb chashmish Suresh had said. He didn't know why, but he felt angry seeing them together.

"What are they doing together??" He said in an angry tone.

As he approached them, he could hear old women whispering to each other. "Suresh aur Pragya saath mein kitne acche lagte hain na?" One of them said. "Aur dono hai bhi toh itne acche dost, inki shaadi ho jaati toh kitna pyara rishta hota. Itni acchi jodi hai!" The other exclaimed.

Abhi clenched his fists as he heard them speak. "Acchi jodi? Dono kitne ajeeb lagte hain saath mein. They may be friends, but there are relationships more important than friendship ... Waise bhi, opposites attract. Two chashmishes can't look together. Meri chashmish ke saath toh mere jaisa rockstar hi accha lagta hai. Only I look good with her." He said aloud.

As he got near Pragya and Suresh, he heard her say, "Happy birthday Suresh! I hope that you achieve all the happiness in the world."

"Thanks Pragya. If you want to increase my happiness, you should meet me more often, my happiness is with your smile." Suresh said.

Pragya smiled shyly, and looked down. Suresh stepped closer, and took Pragya's hand in his, pulling her closer and closer until she was in his arms.

"I love you Pragya. Main tumse bohut pyar karta hoon." Suresh said as he gently touched her cheek.

"Suresh, main bhi tumse -" Pragya was interrupted by Abhi who appeared out of nowhere, pulled her aside, and stepped in the middle of her and Suresh.

Pragya watched, shocked, as Abhi held Suresh by the collar. "What did you say? You love her huh?"

"Ummm ... I ... I just ..." Suresh just stammered, scared of Abhi towering over him, not knowing what to say.

"Look here Mahesh ... Rakesh ..."

"It's Suresh!" Pragya piped.

"Whatever! Look, meri Pragya se door rehna warna acchha nahi hoga!" Abhi threatened him.

"Why would I stay away from Pragya? I love her!" Suresh said calmly.

That was the last straw. Abhi was so angry, he rolled his hands into fists, and punched Suresh in the stomach, then in the face, and kept going until poor Suresh was black and blue.

As Abhi pummeled Suresh, he could hear Pragya yelling his name, "Abhi, Abhi, Abhi! ABHI!!" That last cry was loud enough to damage his ear drums ... and it was loud enough to pull him out of his dream world and wake up.

Abhi's eyes opened wide and he shot up from his sleeping position, sitting up. Putting his hand on his chest, he realized his heart was racing, and he was sweating too.

He looked around and realized he was in his bed, in his room, in his house and Suresh was nowhere to be seen. He saw Pragya standing beside his bed, looking at him worriedly.

"Kya hua aapko? Aap theek tho hai?" She asked him.

"Yeah, I'm fine. Mujhe kya hoga?" He feigned ignorance.

Pragya scowled at him. "You have been punching your favourite pillow in your sleep for the past ten minutes, I thought maybe you were getting a seizure or something."

Abhi looked down, his favourite pillow looked as if it had been attacked by a monster. He gulped, realizing he had pummelled the pillow instead of Suresh.

"Yeah, well you annoy me to death. And I can't hit you so I decided to hit the pillow." He said.

"Poor pillow, first it has to sleep with you and then it gets beat up." Pragya said.

"Please chashmish! You know how many girls would die to sleep with me?" Abhi grinned as he saw Pragya's face go from horror to disgust.

"Chee! Kuch toh sharam kee jiye!" Pragya said, her face turning red, as she walked away. She turned back, "Aur please, shirt pehen leejiye. You're already getting seizures, if you get a fever things will get only worse."

"Haan haan, I'll wear one! Lecture mat do!" Abhi said as she walked into the balcony. Abhi looked down at his shirtless body. "Isse meri body se kya problem hai? I'm so hot, why does this chashmish not appreciate my attractiveness?"

Then turning this thoughts to his recent dream, he wondered why he had gotten so possessive over Pragya. He was possessive for a lot of things, his guitar, his music, his family ... but Pragya?