Abhigya FF - Enmity and Enchantment (Chapter 9 updated, pg.17) - Page 3

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Chapter 4

For the top of the stairs, Abhi's eyes wandered through the crowd, trying to spot the gleam of light from glasses that would tell him that Pragya had come back. Why wasn't she here yet dammit? It's been over 2 hours, how long does it take to go to the mall and back? Aaliya refuses to come out without wearing that specific set and the guests are getting anxious. I swear to God if she ruins today...

Abhi didn't want to admit that he was slightly worried that something had gone wrong. That maybe chashmish had managed to get herself into trouble yet again. After the incident at the hotel and police station, his mind seemed to jump to worse case scenarios whenever she was missing.

"God what am I thinking? Worried about bhanji? No, I just want Aaliya's wedding to be perfect. That's it" but even aloud these words didn't do anything to ease his mind.

He looked down to the crowd again and saw Dadi look up at him questioningly. He shrugged his shoulders, indicating that he had no idea where her precious bahu was.

In a moment the crowd went silent and everyone turned towards the entrance. Abhi rushed down the stairs, moving towards the door as if only the sight of Pragya would slow his heart down, calm his mind.

The opened doors revealed Pragya, dirt smudged on her face and the arms of her suit, deathly pale. Abhi's eyes moved up and down her frame, assessing any injuries that she might be trying to hide with that pathetically worn smile she was trying to put on.

His glance then moved to the man next to her. This guy again?! Where the hell did he come from?

Suresh moved to lead Pragya inside the house, but she gently pushed him away and made her way towards Dadi and her family.

"Pragya Di, what happened to you? Are you okay?" Bulbul rushed forward to her Di, also relieving her of the bag she held tightly in her hands.

"I'm fine Bulbul, just a little incident on the road. But I'm okay, don't worry" Pragya tried again to smile reassuringly, her headache getting worse as she forced herself to stand up straight. She motioned to Bulbul to hand the bag over to Dadi. "Here's Aaliya's jewelry. I'm sure she's been waiting for it."

A hand from behind Pragya grabbed the bag from Bulbul's hand, in the process knocking Pragya to the side. Abhi rushed forward to steady her, glancing at her face just in time to catch an expression of pain before she masked it.

He looked up angrily at the person who pushed her, seeing Aaliya unapologetically opening the box to inspect her set.

"I hope you didn't ruin it. You've already ruined todays function." Aaliya's face was full of contempt. This bhanji just can't seem to accept that I'm happy for once can she?

"Aaliya, can't you see she's hurt and tired? Just go upstairs and get ready. Nothing's ruined and Pragya came back didn't she?" Abhi tried to keep his voice down as he scolded his sister. The sight of Pragya looking pale and bruised still had him worried and his sister's attitude was getting on the last of his nerves.

The expression on Aaliya's face showed that she was hurt Abhi was angry with her over this chashmish, but she quietly went upstairs to get ready. Abhi turned his attention back to Pragya.

"You should sit down. There's no need for you to do any more work, understood? Bulbul can you take her up to our room?" Abhi slowly handed her over to Bulbul, making sure to be gentle lest she feel any more pain.

As her sister was leading her upstairs, Pragya stole a glance back at her husband, confused at the sudden concern he was displaying openly. It was probably an act, to show that he was a caring husband in front of Dadi and her family. But when he was scolding Aaliya, she thought she saw genuine anger. Since when did he get angry over someone hurting her, especially with his sister?

The guests went back to their conversations and the chatter commenced in the house. It drowned out the thoughts of the couple that were left confused by the concern and confusion that was flowing through their minds and hearts.