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Hello everyone! This is my first post on this show and the couple. I read through the forum often, finding marvellous stories and analyses on different topics. Today though, I thought I would try to write something of my own. Hope you like it.
A/N: There aren't any dialogues in this drabble, mostly owing to my laziness but partly also because I really enjoy writing stories without conversations. The POV showcased here is of Abhishek's.
Reasons - everybody has them, very few know them.
There was a sense of urgency in her movements, when he last saw her at the celebration. The wringing of hands, the deep burrow of her frown and the fidgety tapping of her feet were not the indications he was worried about. That was her normal stance; especially when her family came down to his home. This time though, there was something else. Her eyes weren't focussed. They were always focussed, those big, black, hypnotizing eyes of hers. No matter the situation, no matter the pain she was in - they were always sharp, with a sense of practicality assuring him that she wouldn't break. Not that it was a good feeling for him, when all he wanted was her to break and shatter. It wasn't a grudge for him anymore as much as a strange duty. The need to see her flustered and on the edge was overwhelming for a reason he knew to be hoax. Maybe it was that need which made him notice her even while he was being serenaded by his beautiful girlfriend. That must have been the reason he was out here in the dark, in the middle of a packed road, trying to weasel his way out to the BMC, where he knew she had gone according to the conversation he had overhead. Eavesdropped would be more appropriate, but he really didn't care, as long as he could reach there on time to watch her fall into another trouble she had attracted. Yes, that was the reason, he convinced himself, as he drove faster through the festive city.
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When he entered his room, he was attacked by that ever existing aroma of jasmine. He hated the fragrance, with it's pungent strength and migraine inducing skill. It was her favourite scent, quite obviously as it clashed with his preference of musk. Now that was bliss - bold, sexy and seductive bliss. Jasmine brought visuals of purity, peace and love - everything he didn't have and she didn't represent. He recalled the image of her face when he gave her the BMC clearance papers. The raised eyebrows, the slightly open mouth and the sharp gasp of surprise were something he could forget with ease. Those were never the problem. What remained etched in the frame though was the turmoil in her eyes. They were focussed now but had a new problem - they were focussed on him. The turmoil he saw wasn't one of fear, suspicion or even wariness. What he saw was something he hated even more than the darned fragrance of jasmine. The moist, wide eyes held gratitude. He had a good mind to undo the entire deed, go and tell the contractor to demolish the hall and everything he wanted, if he could erase the unsettling gratitude he saw. It was unnerving and made his insides churn in an emotion he was convinced should be disgust. He really didn't want her gratitude. Not when the reason he helped her was not her but himself. He did it to cover up for the blunder his sister-in-law had made. The foolish woman, who had manipulated his brother into signing the illegal document which sanctioned the demolition. It was all a clear plan to save his family. Not pity for her or the need to protect her - something which had evidently formed in her over-imaginative brain. No, the reason for his actions was his own family and not hers. That was what he convinced himself as he breathed in the fragrance of jasmine and drifted to sleep.
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He held the book in hand with a sense of foreboding. The title should have sent him running and the knowledge of who the owner was should have made him burn it. Somehow, he did neither and held on to it, trying to assess how it had helped her. The review written on the back cover claimed it to be a bestseller and portrayed, in words beyond him, that the book was fictitious in nature. How much of a fiction could possibly teach hypnotism, he wondered as he considered the risk of reading it. It was not as though there was a chance of her reclaiming it, after her sudden disappearance from his home and hopefully his life. Of course, the ridiculous plan Tannu had made with her fake pregnancy had made his life easier when he made sure that she stayed away from his family as well. Now with both women out of the story, he had all the time in the world to understand the book. If only he could find the courage to open it. It wasn't as if he actually believed in hypnotism, despite his claims and accusations of her earlier. He had known that it was ludicrous even when he spouted the garbage, trying to justify why his eyes locked with hers all the time. He wasn't a fool as all of them had reasoned out. He was merely safeguarding his boundaries with eccentric ideas, something he had picked up from childhood. Now as he sat with the book in hand and a mug of cinnamon coffee to accompany, he simply wanted to know why she never refuted him regarding the book. In fact, he wondered why she never refuted most of his claims, simply chalking it up to him being a spoilt brat and a Rockstar. In short, simply him being Abhi. That was another lie, when he knew her to be practical and self-respecting. She wasn't the type to take things lying down - a fact he had learnt in the first few days of their marriage. So what were her reasons for the endurance, silence and completely irrational 'favour' of leaving his life? That was what he wished to find out in the well worn out book which she read all the time. He was sure he would find something which would give a hint. After all, nobody and nothing connected better with her than her books. That was the reason he sat with her edition of The Hypnotist, in the room filled with the fragrance of jasmine he had begun using ever since she left.
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I know that it wasn't even a complete story and that there wasn't any plot. Despite that, I hope you read it and comment. It is a simple collection of thoughts from Abhi during different situations. I'm sorry if my Abhi isn't all that fun, but I really like him š
Kyunki Saas Bhi Kabhi Bahu Thi 2
Mannat Har Khushi Paane Ki
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