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Posted: 10 years ago

So AbhiGya lovers, I am very excited to present to you this rather daring fic 😳

This fic was requested by Columbia, who wanted an "abhigya SS where post divorce they have a chance meeting out of town and have a hot one night stand! All the pent up emotions leading to a hot night!" Many thanks to you, Columbia, for a very inspiring idea and for all your feedback as this fic developed! Apologies that I didn't include all the details we discussed, but the story sort of took on a life of its own.

As you can probably guess from the title and the story concept, this fic contains mature content and sexual themes. I have edited it to conform to india-forum rules, but if you are comfortable reading adult content I would be happy to PM you a link to the full version of this story.

Again, please be advised that the central concept of this fic involves sex between characters who are no longer married. If that offends you, you will probably be happier not to continue reading.

Otherwise, thanks for reading, and please do like and comment. Your feedback means a lot to me and motivates me to keep writing.

Thank you 😊

Chapter Index:
Part 1: Delhi (below)
Part 2: Mumbai (p10)
Part 3: The Rules & The Rooftop (p20)

Teasers & Previews:
Part 9(?) Preview: Surprise Gift (p9)
Part 3 Cookie: Kiss to eternity (off-thread -AbhiGya AT #188, p10)
Part 3 Teaser #1: Non-binding Arrangement (p27)
Part 3 Teaser #2: Nickname Request (p34)

The Hookup
an AbhiGya FF by -mina-

Part 1: Delhi
The Run-In | The Conversation | The First Time | The Afterglow

Abhi had been watching the woman across the hotel bar for nearly two hours, and he did not like what he was seeing.

He had recognized her immediately, though he'd never seen her dressed for the bar scene before.

When they'd known each other, she had favoured long-sleeved anarkali suits in sober solid colours. He used to taunt her that they covered her like an umbrella, hiding her figure so well that she effectively had none. To match her conservative clothes, she used to wear her hair traditionally long, down to her back, with a straight part down the middle for her sindoor.

Tonight she was wearing a very short, halter-style black dress which left no doubt that she had a figure, and a magnificent one at that. The satin hugged the smooth curve of her waist and the pert swell of her hips, making it incredibly easy for a man to imagine his hand spanning that trim waist. Her hair was in a modern cut, brushing her shoulders in loose curls, parted with a flip to one side. And of course there was no trace of sindoor, or that black-beaded mangal sutra she had always worn before.

But there was no mistaking that face, no matter how surprising the body beneath it. She still had that wide, full mouth, and the perfect teeth that flashed with every smile. She still had those large brown eyes, which he used to find dangerously mesmerizing.

And she still had those glasses. Those slim rectangular frames that he'd teased her about and snatched from her so many times...He couldn't tell from across the bar if they were exactly the same frames, but they were in the same style. And that was just like her, really. She was steady and stable and didn't change.

Which was why it was so strange to see her here, where she really didn't belong. And so he'd been watching her all evening, trying to figure out what on Earth she was up to.

She had come in by herself, and sat alone texting for at least twenty minutes. That was fine, completely normal and in character from what he remembered of her. Then a group of her colleagues had come by, and she had talked and laughed with them for a while.

Someone in the group had brought her a drink, which she had accepted with a smile. That wasn't like her, but Abhi supposed that it was possible that she'd taken up social drinking in the years they'd been apart. He told himself that one fizzy, sweetened, colourful mixed drink couldn't hurt her too much anyway.

Then her group of friends had moved on, except for this one creep who was obviously hitting on her.

Even from across the bar, Abhi could see that the guy was only talking to her with one goal - to get her to go back to his room with him.

The man sitting with her was playing all the tricks well known to pick-up artists and natural charmers alike. He kept her smiling with jokes and compliments, he told the occasional profound story to show emotional vulnerability, he talked her into trying a hard spirit rather than refreshing her girly cocktail. He found excuses to casually touch her hand, then her hair, then her face, then her thigh...

And she was clearly falling for it. She was responding to that sleaze's blatant attempt to seduce her. She laughed at his jokes, and leaned forward to drag his eyes to her cleavage, and found playful ways to touch his skin, and kept deep eye contact so that he would know she was interested...

The poor girl clearly needed rescuing. Abhi didn't know how she'd ended up at this bar by herself, wearing that disturbingly inviting dress, but she couldn't possibly know what she was doing. She was responding, but probably out of her naive niceness. She didn't know that she was raising that guy's expectations, and he should do something before the situation got too far.

He had been debating the best course of action for the last half hour, during which the woman at the bar had somehow ended up almost in her admirer's lap. She had also finished off her third drink of the night, a shot of vodka that the lecherous man had too-helpfully held to her lips.

While Abhi was still making up his mind about how he should intervene, the woman suddenly got up from her seat. She gathered her purse and touched the creep's shoulder, gesturing in the direction of the ladies' room. And she made sure to brush against him as she walked away.

Oh, hell no. Abhi knew what that was. She was going to "powder her nose," which was code for getting to the bathroom so she could text her friends. She would tell them about her impending hookup so they would know not to look for her the rest of the night, and so they'd know who to track down if she couldn't be found in the morning. And maybe she'd also take off her underwear to facilitate elevator groping. In his experience, that was a common maneuver for a woman looking for a quick lay.

He could not possibly just sit back and let this happen. Maybe she had changed enough to know what she was doing; maybe she wasn't still as innocent and old-fashioned as she'd been during their marriage. It didn't matter. Whatever the case, he had to stop her from leaving with the loser who clearly just wanted to take advantage of her.

Abhi drained the last of his glass of whisky, and got up to make his way to the man waiting for his ex-wife's return.

"Hey! What's wrong with you Abhi, I'm in the middle of a story!" Kartik slurred, reaching out to grab Abhi's arm. He tried to pull Abhi back to his seat.

Abhi had not been listening to Kartik's story, or taken much part in the conversation for the last few hours. And he didn't have time now to deal with his clingy friends. He simply shook off Kartik's hand and continued on his way across the bar.

When he got near the would-be Don Juan, he realized that the man was holding two mobile phones - one of them must belong to Chashmish. Abhi knew then that she couldn't have changed that much; she was still so innocent, she'd forgotten to take her phone to send those very important FYI texts to her friends. Obviously she didn't know much about hooking up. He didn't stop to wonder why that realization seemed to fill him with relief.

"Hey, cheers Ramdayal!" Abhi said, coming up to the man and clapping him heartily on the back.

"Uh, do I know you?" the man said, looking up at Abhi with surprise and confusion.

Abhi was not thrilled to see that the man had one of those classic pretty boy faces that women seemed to get crazy about, with aristocratic features and a slightly effeminate softness to his jaw. He also had a deep, appealing voice, which was not something Abhi usually noticed about men, but the musician in him couldn't miss it. Obviously, a simple girl like Chashmish wouldn't be able to resist this man's charms. It was really too bad of him to turn his talents on such an easy target.

"Yeah, sure, my sister told me you'd be here," Abhi answered, casually sliding into the seat across from him. He inched his hand forward until he could snatch the extra phone.

The man, whose name was probably not Ramdayal though he wasn't bothering to inform Abhi either way, tried to grab the phone back, but Abhi held onto it. "Your sister?" he asked skeptically.

"Yeah, cute girl with curly hair and dorky glasses, about medium height? She's wearing this short black dress today, which she knows I hate," Abhi said with a friendly smile. He kept his voice polite but just slightly aggressive, the same way he would if he was trying to scare someone off from Aaliya.

Thank God, Aaliya was usually able to scare men off herself. This Chashmish should probably take lessons from her. But that would require them talking to each other, which was an impossibility.

"Sorry, I think you have the wrong person," Not-Ramdayal said smoothly. "I'm just about to leave, I'm waiting for my date to get back."

Oh, yes, you're about to leave, Abhi thought to himself. But not with Chashmish.

"Yeah, listen Ramdayal, I know my sister probably gave you the wrong idea. She's really not going anywhere with you, and you should just head out before she comes back."

"I don't think -"

"She's going through a rebellious phase. She's mad at her fiance, you know? You don't want to get involved in this, trust me," Abhi lied easily, spinning the story in his head as he went along. It was really refreshing to find that he hadn't lost his nautanki instincts in the time since Chashmish left his life. He hadn't had to use them without her there to put on dramas, but it was good to know that he still had the skill.

"She doesn't have a fiance," Not-Ramdayal said firmly.

Abhi supposed that he probably knew a little about Chashmish's life, since they were in the same group of colleagues. But he wasn't really bothered about the truth, so he continued his story-making and said, "Yeah, she doesn't like to talk about it. It's really a complicated situation. Listen, my sister doesn't make the best decisions when she's been drinking. I'm here to see her home safe, so you can just head on out. When you see her again, just pretend this never happened. Trust me, she won't remember anyways."

"She doesn't have a brother, either," Not-Ramdayal retorted, looking at Abhi with growing suspicion.

"She doesn't like to talk about me for some reason. Listen, Ramdayal, it's been a treat talking to you, but I'm going to go meet my sister now. You have a good night, alright?" Abhi got up from the table without letting the other man answer. It would be better to catch Chashmish on the way back and lead her to safety, as the not-Ramdayal seemed too stubborn to take a hint.

Abhi stationed himself around the corner of the ladies' washroom, so that she couldn't miss him on her way out. Suddenly the phone beeped in his hand, and when he looked down it showed a message alert. He didn't mean to open it, but his thumb brushed against the screen

and it unlocked to show a whole conversation.

It was an exchange of messages with Bulbul, and the latest was GO FOR IT DI!!!!

Abhi knew he should ignore his curiosity about that message. He was just here to save poor confused Chashmish from that sly not-Ramdayal. He'd help her out of the bar, warn her to be careful of guys who wanted to buy her drinks, and then go back to his friends and enjoy his night.

He didn't need to know what Bulbul was cheerleading her sister about. It was none of his business.

But somehow he couldn't help himself from glancing over the messages. And then what he found nearly made his heart stop.

8:45PM Pragya says: I just feel so silly, I shouldn't do this

8:46PM Bulbul says: Di, you already decided! It's your birthday present to yourself!

8:52PM Pragya says: Maybe I can wait another year.

8:54PM Bulbul says: You've waited long enough. Trust me, Di, you need to do this.

8:58PM Pragya says: How do I even start? Wish I could just go up to the first hot guy and say "excuse me, can you get rid of my virginity for me?" That would be so much easier than this game playing

9:00PM Bulbul says: It's not game playing, it's flirting, and you can do it. It's not so hard Di. You look great tonight, it won't take long for someone to find you.

9:17PM Pragya says: Been talking to Dr. F from Jadavpur U. Going well I think.

9:19PM Bulbul says: The one who looks like Hrithik Roshan? The one you Skyped with last month?

9:21PM Pragya says: Yeah him he just ordered me vodka

9:23PM Bulbul says: Hold your nose and drink up!

10:06PM Pragya says: Told him it was my birthday yesterday

10:07PM Bulbul says: Still talking to Dr. F?

10:08PM Pragya says: Yeah he says he'll owe me a present

10:27PM Pragya says: I think he's going to ask me to his room

10:29 PM Bulbul says: You could always ask him to yours

10:31 PM Pragya says: I should do this right? He's nice, he's hot, he won't gossip about it
10:37PM Bulbul says: You've been crushing on him for months. Just do it.

11:01PM Pragya says: OK wish me luck. About to leave the bar.

11:09PM Bulbul says: GO FOR IT DI!!!!

What the hell? Abhi read over the messages in shock. He could not believe Chashmish had actually been trying to get that not-Ramdayal to hook up with her so that she could lose her virginity. And Bulbul had been encouraging her! Had those two gone crazy?

***

Inside the ladies' washroom, Pragya splashed her face with water for the third time. Somehow it wasn't helping her cool her racing thoughts. She felt like she was about to do something monumentally crazy, but she also felt like she would go crazy if she didn't do it.

She'd turned 33 the previous day, and her hormones were in overdrive.

She just couldn't stop thinking about sex. She had spent all her life being a good girl and a proper woman, waiting for marriage or at least a long-term relationship before taking that big step. She had ignored and suppressed all feelings, thoughts, and urges to just try something with any guy, and she had generally kept herself out of situations where any such temptation would arise. She had wanted to wait until she could be with someone she liked and trusted, someone who wanted her as much as she wanted him, someone who would want to build a whole future with her.

But her one attempt at marriage had been a spectacular disaster, and somehow she'd never really gotten into dating. So with every passing year, it just seemed more certain that this special someone would never come into her life. And she was really tired of waiting.

She had promised herself that this year, she would face her desires. This year, she would step up and take what she wanted from life, instead of just quietly hoping it would come to her. Her birthday present to herself would be one night of liberating, commitment-free sex, with some man who wanted nothing more from her than a few hours of pleasure.

She was torn between feeling empowered and pathetic. On the one hand, it felt great to finally take a step forward, to decide that she could have what she wanted and to make a plan to get it. On the other hand, she hated that she was giving up her dreams of romance and meaningful connection, that she was going to settle for just any guy, and that she was going to have to put herself out there to get a man's attention.

Still, she had decided that she owed it to herself to try. At least if she tried, she could cope with those pesky urges and thoughts by telling herself that she was working on it. It was better than endlessly hoping. Anything was better than endlessly hoping.

So here she was, the day after her birthday, in Delhi at the annual All-India Conference on Language and Literature. This year she was the only one here from her department, and it was a great chance to do something out of the ordinary for her.

She rarely saw most of the colleagues at this event, and if she could find just one who was single, semi-attractive, and discreet enough to keep the encounter to himself, she could surely return to Mumbai without her frustrating virginity. Of course she'd also have to be careful not to pick up a disease or a pregnancy, but she was confident that she knew enough about precautions to avoid those unfortunate consequences.

There was always a cocktail social after the first day of the conference, though Pragya usually didn't go. This year she was there on a mission, and she had come as prepared as she could possibly be. Bulbul had helped her pick out a scandalous dress and what she called "do me" shoes (Pragya did not ask her why she owned such shoes; Bulbul would tell her in her own time, or she simply didn't need to know). She'd also given her suggestions on how to do her makeup to look a little more glamorous, to show that she actually wanted attention.

They had debated on whether she should wear contacts rather than glasses, but ultimately Pragya decided that that would be one hassle too many. If in a group of four hundred college professors, she couldn't find one man willing to bed her because of her glasses...well, then maybe she would have to re-evaluate the scale of her problems.

Pragya dried her hands, patted her face with a paper towel, and put her glasses back on. She'd been careful not to ruin her eye makeup, but the sparkling blush on her cheeks was a glittery mess. She wiped at it until she looked almost normal. And then she just stared at herself in the mirror, thinking again about what she was going to do.

She knew she was stalling. Even though she'd decided she wanted this, even though Dr. F. was a really good-looking, warm and friendly man who would surely be a considerate and trustworthy partner, even though her body had been screaming with readiness for ages and ages...somehow her heart wasn't in it.

It felt foolish to walk away from this chance. Who knew if it would ever be this easy again? Dr. F. had guided the conversation, talking to her and teasing her in a normal way, so that she didn't even realize they were flirting. He'd simply suggested that they go back to his room to be more comfortable. All she had to do was say yes, and just let things happen.

But she wasn't going to. She just couldn't shake the feeling that he wasn't the right man. And she didn't know if there was ever going to be a right man, but at least she owed it to herself to not go ahead with the wrong one.

She felt better when she made the decision, though she still felt crummy because she'd have to go back and turn Dr. F down. It was going to be awkward, and then she'd be spending the rest of the night alone. Depending on how badly the conversation went, she might even have to avoid him for the rest of the conference and make excuses to avoid his colleagues.

She sighed to herself, and then realized that she needed to refresh her lipstick. She picked up her bag to dig out her lipstick, and only then did she notice that she didn't have her phone.

Oh damn it. She searched through her bag, but her phone was nowhere to be found. Either she'd somehow dropped it along the way, or she'd left it on the table. God, what if he sees those messages! She really didn't want anyone to see her exchange with Bulbul. She hadn't meant to write down exactly what she was doing that night, but somehow, out of nerves and frustration, she'd just been completely honest with her sister. It would be incredibly embarrassing if anyone read her plan.

OK, it's ok, he probably won't touch it. She calmed herself down, reminding herself that Dr. F. was a nice, polite person, and wouldn't invade her privacy. She just needed to go back, grab her phone, make some kind of excuse, and then hide up in her room for the rest of eternity. Or at least until morning.

She took a deep breath and met her eyes in the mirror one more time. Everything is going to be ok. Just one quick conversation, and then she could go back to her room and forget all about this doomed plan. And she could take off this ridiculous dress and the uncomfortable shoes, too.

Pasting a smile on her face, Pragya finally left the washroom. She stepped out of the door and scanned the bar for Dr. F. He wasn't where she'd left him, which was a bit worrying, but still she headed in that direction, keeping her eyes peeled for any glimpse of him.

She'd only taken five steps when she smacked into someone's chest.

~continued below~

Thanks for reading, please click "like"! 😊

And yes, the Ramdayal thing is a reference to Kal Ho Naa Ho. Shout out to everyone whose first chashmish/popular boy love story was Naina/Aman!! 😉

Edited by -mina- - 8 years ago

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The Hookup
an AbhiGya FF by -mina-

Part 1: Delhi
The Run-In | The Conversation | The First Time | The Afterglow

"Eeey, Chashmish!" Abhi caught hold of Pragya when she blindly bumped into him. "Easy does it." He steadied her on her feet, and held her at arm's length with his hand on her bare shoulder. He ignored the way his palm started tingling from the contact with her warm, soft skin.

Pragya stared up at him, her eyes wide with disbelief. Abhi was confused to realize that she was taller than she had been in the past, with her head coming up to his chin rather than his chest. He glanced down and felt his heart almost stop for the second time that night as he caught sight of her killer shoes. Bloody hell, she really meant business, he mused. He felt a bit dazed to see her wearing heels that high, and a new wave of alarm and concern coursed through him at the thought that she'd obviously dressed with her life-altering goal in mind.

"You?" Pragya exclaimed. "What the hell are you doing here?"

"Returning your phone," Abhi answered promptly. He took one of her hands and pressed her phone into it. "And rescuing you from yourself."

"Where did you get this?" Pragya asked, looking quickly at the screen. She cringed when she saw that it was unlocked, and hurried to close the conversation with Bulbul. "And what do you mean, rescuing me?"

"You left it with that creep you were sitting with. Don't worry, I got rid of him, no need to thank me."

"You got rid of him?" Pragya screeched. Her head snapped up and she glared at him so fiercely that he actually felt a little scared of her temper.

He decided to pretend that he was just trying to be helpful. "Well yeah, Chashmish. I don't know if you realized, but he was trying to get you into bed." He wanted to know if she would defend her crazy plan.

"Of course I realized! You - you interfering busybody, you had no right to get involved," Pragya huffed.

"Come on, Chashmish. You weren't seriously going to hook up with him? Not for your first time," Abhi blurted, completely abandoning his careful strategy of coaxing information out of her. Now he just wanted answers, subtlety be damned.

"You read my messages." Pragya's voice had dropped to a harsh whisper. She wasn't accusing or asking; she was just stating the obvious conclusion, with a blend of disbelief and dismay in her tone.

"Yes, I read your messages. And I don't know what the hell you and Bulbul were thinking, but this is totally the wrong way to do things."

Pragya looked past him, apparently searching the bar for the not-Ramdayal. "You really got rid of him?"

"Yes." He reached with one finger to tip her face to him. It annoyed him that he was standing right in front of her and she was looking for someone else.

She finally met his eyes, and he was intrigued to see the mix of emotions in them. She looked both anxious and relieved, as if she couldn't decide how she felt about his intervention. Finally she said slowly, "Thanks, I guess. I changed my mind and I didn't want to have to tell him."

"Oh, good," Abhi said, starting to relax at this sign of good sense. That was more like Chashmish, abandoning a crazy idea once she'd had a chance to think twice about it.

"What did you tell him exactly? I might have to sit with him at the symposium tomorrow."

For some reason Abhi did not like the thought of Pragya interacting with that not-Ramdayal. It would be better if they just never saw each other again, but he supposed they would have to meet during the rest of the conference.

He explained, "I told him you were my sister and you were rebelling against your fiance. I suggested that he didn't need to get involved in a complicated situation. Then I just picked up your phone and walked away, because he was asking too many questions."

Pragya laughed, a small smile lighting up her face as she listened to his explanation. "Still the same arrogant dramebaaz," she said, shaking her head at him.

"Hey! I just did you a favour, and now you're insulting me?" Abhi retorted. He wasn't really offended, but he couldn't let her get away with calling him arrogant for no reason. He had to admit to himself that he was a dramebaaz, but that side of him had gone into hiding while they'd been apart.

"Yeah, yeah, whatever. I already thanked you once," Pragya answered dismissively. She slipped her phone into her purse. "I guess it was lucky you were here. Thanks, again. And um, have a good night?" She tried to start walking past him, but he stopped her by catching her wrist.

"Not so fast, Chashmish! We haven't seen each other in two years, you can't just walk away like that."

Pragya pulled her wrist free and looked at him with impatience. "Come on, we're done here. You did a nice - completely intrusive, but nice - thing for me, and I thanked you, and now we can go our separate ways." She crossed her arms, and even though she said she was leaving it looked like she was gearing up for an argument.

Abhi felt an urge to take her hand again, but he ignored it. "Actually, I'd like an explanation about this plan of yours."

"Well, you're not going to get one," Pragya said cheerfully. "Now, if you'll excuse me -"

"Nope. Come on, Chashmish. Come sit with me, and let's catch up."

"I really should be heading to bed," Pragya continued protesting, though not very convincingly. She let him drag her to a corner booth.

Abhi ordered them both club sodas and crackers, at which Pragya made a disgusted face. He laughed and told her, "Just trying to help you avoid a hangover, Chashmish. You've already had a lot to drink tonight."

Pragya settled into her seat at the booth. She put her elbows on the table and propped her chin on her palms. "For your information, my tolerance has improved a lot since that night you gave me spiked juice at Aaliya's mehendi."

Abhi was not ready to believe such a claim. "Really? Developed an alcohol habit, have you?" he teased.

"No," Pragya answered, dropping her hands and leaning back in her seat. "But I gave up on abstinence. And I've learned my limits."

Abhi was still curious about her new attitude to drinking, but he couldn't resist such an easy opening to the real topic of the night. "About giving up on abstinence -"

Pragya held up her hand to stop him, shaking her head as she said, "No, don't even go there, Rockstar. You read the messages. You already know all you need to know."

"But what kind of a birthday present is this? Were you seriously going to just go have sex with that guy? You were going to give away your virginity just like that?" Now that he was actually facing her, the idea seemed even more unbelievable to Abhi. How could Chashmish make such a wild plan?

Pragya shrugged. "Well, I don't want it anymore. It's of no use to me. I've been married once, so everybody assumes I'm used goods already."

"Hey," Abhi chided, not liking the negative tone she was using. "Come on, don't talk about yourself like that."

Pragya was unaffected by his disapproval. "It's how everyone else talks about me. Potential husbands and their families. Over-opinionated aunties. Even my friends sometimes. Just the way the world works."

Abhi frowned, thinking about how unfair it was that people made such incorrect assumptions about her. But that didn't really explain her crazy new plan. He began, "OK, but that doesn't mean you should do something so reckless -"

"Why not?" Pragya interrupted. "What has being cautious and sensible ever gotten me? I mean, maybe if I'd been just a little bit more daring 10 years ago, I'd be married with kids now, instead of single, untouched, and wasting a night talking to my former fake husband."

"Hey!" Abhi had almost been convinced of her perspective, but then she had to go and make a dig at him.

"I just don't want to wait anymore. Is that so hard to understand?" Pragya sighed. "You probably lost your virginity at 15, and you never have to go without if you don't want to. You don't know what it's like -"

"I was 19. And I actually haven't slept with a woman in a year." And I have no idea why I just told you that, Abhi realized as soon as he said it.

"Seriously!" Pragya's eyes were shining with amusement. "What, are you getting old, Rockstar? Did you run out of supermodels to date and fangirls to bed?"

Abhi wondered where she'd gotten these ideas about him. "I never sleep with fangirls. Too many potential complications. And if by supermodels you mean Tanu, you must know that we broke up almost two years ago."

Pragya nodded and leaned forward, propping her chin on her hand again. "Yeah, I heard that she's engaged to Fawad Khan now. Well, at least you can take comfort in the fact that she left you for the sexiest man alive. I mean, there's no competing with that."

Abhi glared at her. "You must be misinformed, Chashmish. I'm the sexiest man alive, thank you very much. And she didn't leave me for him. She left me because she said you changed me."

Pragya wrinkled her nose in confusion. Some part of Abhi wanted to smile at how cute that was, but another part of him scolded him for having silly thoughts.

Pragya said, "I changed you? That's ridiculous, how could I change you? I meant nothing to you."

That's not true, Abhi thought, but instead of telling her that, he said "She said I wasn't the same Abhi anymore. I was less carefree, too serious."

"And she thought that was my doing? Silly Chudail. She should have given you more time. You must've just been preoccupied with Daadi's disappointment."

"Well, Tanu never did understand why Daadi's expectations mean so much to me."

"Yeah. And wasn't that the source of our problems?"

The server arrived with their order before she could explain that idea. Abhi watched as Pragya reluctantly took a sip of soda water. She grimaced as she swallowed the fizzy drink, but then she took another sip.

Finally she looked up and continued, "I mean, if she'd just agreed to marry you before Aaliya found out about Bulbul and Purab, you and I would never have gotten involved. You'd have Chudail as your Mrs. Rockstar, and I'd have married the next guy brought by the matchmaker."

She picked up a cracker and examined it from all angles. He tried to imagine a past where he'd never married her, but for some reason he just couldn't see it.

Pragya seemed to decide the cracker was alright. She started nibbling on the corners, and for a moment he was distracted by watching her mouth move. Her bold red lipstick highlighted the plumpness of her lips, and he found himself wondering if she would taste of cracker crumbs if he kissed her...then he wondered why he was thinking about kissing her and determinedly looked down at his own untouched glass of soda water.

Seeing that he was still listening to her explanation, Pragya elaborated, " The matchmaker would've probably brought someone completely normal and boring and plain-looking. But he'd at least have been happy to sleep with me. We'd have a proper suhag raat and maybe even a honeymoon. And for my birthday this year he'd buy me lingerie instead of me having to buy it myself." She tugged at something under her dress, apparently adjusting her bra.

Abhi had been getting annoyed at this utterly lame hypothetical husband she was so happily describing, but then he caught her last words. "You're wearing lingerie?" he asked in amazement.

"I was hoping I'd get lucky tonight." Pragya kept nibbling on her cracker, gazing absently at the mural on the wall behind him. Her eyes showed that her thoughts were a million miles away. "I should have known, I'd never get lucky. Out of all the hotel bars in Delhi, somehow I ended up in the same place as you," she concluded, finally meeting his gaze again.

Abhi heard resentment in her voice and protested, "Come on, you're not still blaming me for sending him away? You said yourself that you didn't want to go through with it anymore."

"Well, maybe he would've changed my mind. And then maybe I would have gone with him, and maybe by now I'd be screaming in ecstasy -"

"Chashmish! Seriously, get a grip. Come on, you deserve more than a one night stand," Abhi said. It bothered him that some part of her was apparently still fantasizing about that not-Ramdayal. Didn't she understand that a girl like her was not meant for hookups? Not only did she have no idea how to start one, she clearly wouldn't be able to handle the emotional distance required to walk away at the end. And besides, she needed someone who would take the time to carefully introduce her to bedroom pleasure, not some loser looking for a one night fix...

"I don't care what I deserve. I just want sex, and I'm tired of waiting," Pragya insisted. "At least if I'd hooked up with Dr. F, it'd all be done in Delhi. Now I'll have to find some way to have a hook up in Mumbai without ruining my reputation. Damn it, why is life so complicated?"

Abhi shook his head in disbelief. Her explanations still didn't make sense to him. "So you really mean it. You're really, seriously, intending to find some random guy to have your first time with."

"Yup." She smiled as if she was agreeing to a statement about the sky being blue or grass being green. Her lips closed around the black straw in her soda water and his eyes got stuck watching her mouth again, but his brain was still working.

He persisted, "And you don't care about the safety risk, or compromising your self-respect, or -"

Pragya looked up from her drink and frowned in irritation. "It's not compromising my self-respect to go after what I want! God, if I want to have discreet meaningless sex, why does anyone else have to have an opinion on it?"

She took another sip of her soda water, and then continued, "I'm sick of all these special rules for women. No one would ever tell a man he was compromising his self-respect by going for a one night stand." She waved her hand vaguely in his direction, as if to blame him for society's double standard.

That's not true, either, Abhi thought, imagining what his Daadi might have to say on the subject. But he decided to focus on a more pressing point. "OK, but let's be realistic here. There are safety risks to hooking up with a random guy you meet in a bar. For all you know, he could be a psychokiller -"

"Come on Rockstar, don't be ridiculous. The vast majority of single guys in bars simply want to get laid. And anyway if I was going to wait for someone completely trustworthy, I'd have to wait forever. Trust takes time to develop, and men never want to give me time."

Abhi hated the way she sounded so resigned, as if she accepted that she wasn't worth a man's time. That wasn't true. He hadn't accepted her when they'd been married, but after finding out that most of what he'd held against her had been due to misunderstandings, he'd be the first to say there was nothing wrong with her, really. She wasn't the right woman for him, but she was loving and sensible and beautiful in her own way, and she shouldn't have to resort to this desperate plan just to experience sex.

So he didn't stop his tongue when a crazy impulse from his brain made him say, "Well...do you trust me?"

Her head snapped up, and their eyes locked. "What?"

He fought the old instinct to lose himself in those eyes and struggled to remember his point. Then it came back to him and he said without hesitation, "Do you trust me to not be a psychokiller? Because if you're this set on giving away your virginity - well, I'm here. You're here. The hotel rooms are just upstairs."

"Seriously? You're seriously offering?" She sounded as disbelieving as if he was promising to catch the moon for her again, but he could read a hint of hope and excitement in her always expressive eyes.

"Yes," he affirmed, and the more they talked about it, the more he wanted her to agree. "At least if I do it myself, I won't have to worry about you getting into trouble with random men in Mumbai," he added. A chill ran through him as he thought of what might happen if she kept looking for hookups. It was mostly true that guys on the bar scene just wanted to get laid, but that didn't mean it was safe for a woman to go off with someone she didn't know at all...and something in him couldn't tolerate the idea of her sharing herself so intimately with just anyone.

"Do you mean it? You are willing to spend one night with me - no conditions, no expectations, just sex?"

"Yes."

"And our history -"

"Doesn't matter. Tonight we're just a man and woman. You want to discover sex, and I want to bring you pleasure. Simple as that." And as he said it he realized it really could be as simple as that. She'd get what she wanted, and he'd get the satisfaction of knowing he helped her. It was the least he could do in return for the mess he had made of her life with their marriage and divorce. And it would not be a difficult task, with her looking so damn touchable now...

"And in the morning we just walk away. No complications." She said it like a statement, but the question was implied.

"No complications," he agreed.

"And we're not likely to meet again anyway...actually, why are you even in Delhi now?"

"Had a business meeting, then met some old friends of mine. I have a recording session in Mumbai tomorrow afternoon, so I'm flying back in the morning."

Pragya smiled at this information, some of the doubt clearing from her face. "Oh, ok." But then something else occurred to her and she started to look tentative again as she said, "Then are you sure you have time for -"

"Yes, I'm sure." He'd made his decision and she'd accepted it, and now he just wanted to get started.

Abhi stood up and held his hand out to Pragya. "You're tired of waiting, aren't you Chashmish? Come on, let's do this."

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The Hookup
an AbhiGya FF by -mina-

Part 1: Delhi
The Run-In | The Conversation | The First Time | The Afterglow

On the way to the room, they didn't talk about what they were about to do. Abhi set his hand to the small of her back to guide her into the lobby. When they got to the elevator, he laced one hand into hers. She tried not to get excited about these little gestures, but she couldn't ignore the electric thrills sparked by his touch.

"My room or yours?" he asked, his hand hovering over the buttons on the elevator's control panel.

"Mine. Eighth floor. Then you can just leave when we're done to prep for your flight in the morning."

"Ok, but my top floor suite is bigger and more comfortable."

"We don't need luxury. We just need a bed, or even a wall."

"I'm not taking your virginity against a wall."

The fierceness in his voice made her shiver. It meant that he was already thinking of how it would happen, which mean that it really was happening...she shook free of those thoughts and told him, "I'm just saying we only need the basics. And my room is closer, so."

"Right. But the condoms are in my room."

"I brought condoms."

"What!"

"I came prepared, remember. This was my plan. It wasn't supposed to be you, but that's OK."

"Ok? Just OK?"

"I'm glad you're doing me a favour and all, but don't expect me to stroke your ego."

"Right. God, Chashmish, I'd forgotten you could be so sassy."

They arrived at her room, and she slid her key card to unlock the door. The sensor light flashed green, but she hesitated.

Going through this door with him would mean this was all very real, and suddenly she wasn't sure how she had got to this moment. Was it really a good idea to do this with him? Their past was so complicated, with so many bitter memories. Could she trust him now, after all that had happened?

She swallowed her doubts and turned to him. "Look, you don't have to do this. I mean thank you for the offer, but you're not obligated -"

"I want this," he said, gazing directly into her eyes, and there was no trace of the game-playing and silly torturing that had defined their interactions in the past.

"You do?"

"Yes. I want to be the one. And I want it tonight. I'm here as long as you want me to be."

"Oh..."

"Do you want this, Chashmish?" he asked, and his tone was soft and patient and encouraging.

She closed her eyes for a moment, searching for her inner balance. Then she opened her eyes and told him, "Y-yes. I want this. I want it now. And I want it to be you." As the words left her mouth, she felt sure that she meant them. This decision felt right, in all the ways that the prospect of moving forward with Dr. F. had felt wrong.

"Well, good," Abhi said with a smile. "So let's get started, baby." He put his hand over hers on the door handle and opened the door for them both.

Pragya stepped into the room and let Abhi close the door behind her. Out of habit, she leaned against the wall and reached to take off her shoes.

Abhi caught her arm. "Nope. I'm going to be in charge of all the undressing tonight. And those are really sexy shoes, so you should keep them on." He was grinning, with one eyebrow arched suggestively.

Pragya wrinkled her nose. So he has a shoe fantasy...well, that won't work for me. "But I don't want to keep them on," she insisted.

"Okay, then your wish is my command," Abhi said easily. Then he scooped her into his arms.

"Hey! What -?" Pragya punched at his shoulder, but it had no effect on him.

It only took him a few steps to reach the bed, and he gently set her down in the middle of it. Well this is an improvement from how he used to toss me around, she thought. For a second she could feel a phantom ache in her back from the time he'd roughly thrown her onto their bed after making her fall from a ladder and dropping her onto a tile floor. God, we got up to some weirdness.

She lost track of those memories as she watched Abhi kneel down and take hold of one of her feet. He slowly removed her sandal, taking care to slide off one strap at a time.

His fingers brushed against her instep, and for the first time in her life she realized how sensitive the skin there was. She felt a tingling start from those glancing touches, with anticipation and the first stirrings of arousal already sweeping through her. Damn, he's good. Even after all this time, it still begrudged her to acknowledge his virtues. He was so big-headed already, he didn't need her praises on top of everything.

When her feet were bare, Abhi started to massage along the undersides. She wondered vaguely what he was doing. It felt nice but in a cozy, comfortable kind of way. Then he firmly ran his thumbs along her arches, and she almost jumped off the bed.

It was like he had found a live wire under her skin. A jolt of pure sensation raced through her body, and the buzzing in her blood amped up to a heady new level.

Impatient to be close to him, Pragya pulled Abhi up for a kiss. She had to stand up to meet his mouth, and she took his face in her hands so that she could hold him steady.

She kissed him with the hunger of all her pent-up longing, years of desire and frustration finding expression as her lips tasted his. She had wondered for so long how this would be.

And she discovered that it wasn't anything magical, really. There were no fireworks, and her brain did not shut down in wonder the way that books described. The only surprise was just how intense and immediate it was. Her world narrowed down to the space between his arms, and no amount of thinking ahead could have prepared her for being so close to another person.

Abhi steadied her with his arms around her waist, and taught her mouth to be gentle by kissing her with patient control. He held her close, clinching her tight so that she could feel his firm, solid bulk against her own yielding softness.

He moved them onto the bed, sitting with her in his lap and continuing to kiss her. His hands roamed her body, spreading heat with every caress.

She tensed in anticipation when one broad hand slid under the hem of her dress, but he didn't venture far. He started to trace slow, teasing circles on her thigh.

It felt good, but it wasn't nearly enough. Pragya broke the kiss and straightened in his lap. She trailed one hand from his shoulder to his chest, toying with the buttons on his shirt. "Rockstar, can we take off our clothes now?" she asked with an expectant smile.

Abhi laughed. "What's the rush? We have all night." His hand came up to cup the back of her head.

Pragya pouted. "But I want to touch you."

His fingers danced along her cheek and jaw. "Then touch me, Chashmish," he teased. But instead of letting her explore, he rolled her onto the bed for another kiss.

Pragya pulled away. "Well, at least I can take off my glasses," she said, reaching to do that.

Abhi stopped her hand, and tugged her back to him. "Nope. You need to see everything. And I told you, I'm in charge of all the undressing."

She frowned in irritation. "Why does someone have to be in charge? Can't we just do what feels good?"

"Trust me to make you feel good," he said silkily, and then he claimed her mouth again so she couldn't reply.

~*~*~*~

For the next few minutes, Pragya tried to just enjoy the kissing. His hands continued to map her curves, causing the satin of her dress to slide against her skin in the most delicious way. She let her own hands explore his corded back and muscled arms, discovering for herself the results of the body-building he used to obnoxiously bother her with every morning. Ok, she had to admit that maybe it was worth it, if it gave him a physique as glorious as this.

The kissing was nice, and at least now she knew what sort of thing she'd missed out on by not having a college boyfriend. But she was beyond the age of wanting simple snogging, and she only had one night. She didn't have time to waste on anything as innocent as this. She wanted everything, and she wanted it now.

She needed to show Abhi that she meant business. So she let her hand skim down his body, with purpose.

~*~*~*~

Abhi broke their kiss in startlement. "Whoa whoa whoa, Chashmish. One step at a time. Let's work our way from the top down, alright?"

Pragya smirked at him. "I've already seen the top half of you, Rockstar. Nothing new there."

"Oh, I don't think you ever took a proper look - you always used to hide your face."

"Whatever. I want to see this part of you now. I want to touch you. I want to taste you."

"Taste? Chashmish, I don't think -"

"Please, Rockstar. This is my one night. Please," she requested.

And she looked so cute and sexy that he couldn't deny her. She wanted him this much, and he'd signed on to give her what she wanted.

"Alright..."

~*~*~*~

"Oh, damn," he groaned, and she looked up anxiously.

"Sorry! Is it ok?"

"It's amazing, baby. But you don't have to do this," he told her, biting his tongue because the need to be decent was hard, damn it.

"I want to do this," she insisted.

~*~*~*~

"Oh! Careful, teeth," he rasped, as she hit a bad angle.

"Sorry," she said, turning red with embarrassment.

He laughed and pulled her up to him. "I'm not hurt, and anyway it's your turn."

~*~*~*~

He searched the back of her dress for a zipper.

She brought his hand to the back of her neck. "It's just two buttons, here."

He undid them and pulled lightly at the top of her dress. The fabric easily slid down, baring her skin just like that.

"Damn it, Chashmish. This is a dangerous dress."

She smiled. "It's getting me good results so far."

"Don't ever wear it again."

"You don't get to decide that."

"I swear I'll tear it in half. I mean it. Don't you ever, ever give a man easy access like that again."

"Rockstar! Stop having opinions on things you've no right to and just touch me."

~*~*~*~

He slowly surveyed her and let out a low whistle.

"Not bad, Chashmish. Why did you hide this from me when we were married? Maybe I would've thought twice about letting you go."

"Because I didn't want you to want me just for my body, you idiot. Don't bring that stuff up. Show me if you can actually do something with your hands, or if you're just all talk and no action."

~*~*~*~

"God, that feels good," she sighed.

He smirked. "Thanks, but you don't have to call me God."

"Shut up."

~*~*~*~

"Relax," he murmured into her ear, kissing her throat and neck in a comforting way as his hand continued its explorations.

"I'm relaxed," she said, her voice wavering.

"Don't you ever touch yourself like this?" he asked in a low voice.

"I do, but it feels different with you doing it."

~*~*~*~

She could feel herself melting under his touch, every nerve in her body tuned to that one point of contact. Everything was all over sensation and she was tingling and tingling and it was the best thing she'd ever felt.

Then, suddenly, she couldn't stand it any more. She didn't want to feel this high pitch anymore, this awful sense of prolonged anticipation.

So she grabbed his hand and pleaded, "Stop, stop! Please stop."

~*~*~*~

"What's wrong, baby?"

"It's too much. I mean, it's enough. Just come and kiss me again. I'm ready to move on."

"Trust me, Chashmish. You won't be ready until you can let go and come. Let me help you."

"It's too much, I can't -"

"It's supposed to be too much. Just let me please you. Stop thinking and just feel."

"Easy for you to say! But -"

"Shh, just listen to me. You are gorgeous and perfect and you can do everything. You're going to come for me, baby. Just feel..."

"Abhi," she breathed, and his name was like a benediction, though she sounded so conflicted.

"Please, I can't -"

"You can. You will. I'm with you. I've got you."

"Abhi."

~*~*~*~

Pragya felt like she had scaled Mount Everest, only to have someone throw her off the peak as soon as she got there. She had fought every step of the way to release, feeling too intense and vulnerable. But Abhi had carried her through her doubts until the too-intense became not intense but just right, just everything. As he continued stroking her while holding her and whispering encouraging words in her ear, she had drifted away from the self-consciousness and anxiety that came from being naked with a man, at the mercy of his touch and intentions.

Then, all at once, there was the sudden drop from the cliff of arousal and anticipation into a dark void of pleasure that was as short as it was intense. For a few moments she had felt only the rush of relief, and the glorious (not unfamiliar, but oh too rare) sensation of her muscles contracting in release.

And then it was over, and she was thrust from the void back to the blinding brightness of reality, with her sweat soaked body here in this hotel bed with her one-time husband. Her breath came back in gulps and then it steadied, and all too soon she was back to herself, wishing as she often had before that if only that release could have been stretched one more moment, she would be satisfied for life, she would know what full satisfaction really felt like.

"Hey sweetheart," Abhi crooned, and his affectionate voice was as soothing as a security blanket, "How are you?"

Pragya sighed heavily. She brought her hand up to idly play in his hair. "Good," she answered, distracted by her inner thoughts.

"Only good?" he teased.

Her eyes snapped to his face and she saw that he was looking for validation. The arrogant arse, obviously he knew how he had succeeded with her, and still he wanted praise. But she couldn't deny him the truth and answered, "Really, really good. Ok Rockstar? You're fantastic."

"Mm, that I am," he agreed insufferably. Finally he shifted his hand up her body, sliding along her hip and coming to rest comfortably on her waist.

"We can stop here, you know."

"What do you mean?"

"I mean we don't have to go all the way. If you've had enough -"

"Of course I haven't had enough! The deal was sex, remember."

"Everything we just did was sex. You don't have to take the last step, Chashmish. Maybe you'll meet someone -"

"But I want it to be you. I want everything, tonight. Are you trying to tell me that you don't want -"

"I just don't want you to have any regrets. You only get one first time."

"And this is going to be it. This is my night, and I want you inside me." She sighed and turned her head away. "But not if you're reluctant. I guess -"

Abhi stopped her with a finger to her lips, tipping her head to face him again. "I do want this. But I couldn't face myself in the morning if I didn't give you the chance to change your mind." Then he leaned down and kissed her again, and she kissed him back in eager anticipation.

~*~*~*~

Finally Abhi pulled away from Pragya. "Condoms?" he asked, his voice thick with tension.

"The drawer on your side."

He turned and rummaged in the drawer. He brought out the box and examined it. "You bought a ten pack?" he asked with a laugh.

"I didn't know how many I would need. I wanted to be safe."

"You're more than covered for one night. But for reference, a guy will usually have his own choice of condoms."

"Sure, but I still need to be prepared, right? I mean it's my responsibility too. I'm the one who would have to deal with...consequences."

"Yes, Chashmish, and you're always so responsible," he said, and there was a familiar glint of mockery in his eye, though it was softened by a tenderness he'd never shown her during their marriage.

Pragya pouted as she set her hands on his powerful shoulders."Seriously, you're teasing me even now?"

He smiled as he shifted their bodies for better positioning. "I will never not want to tease you. Now, are you sure you want to do this? You're ready?"

"Yes, I'm sure! We've been over this. Come on, Rockstar. Let me feel you inside me."

He groaned and shook his head. "Damn it, Chashmish, you have to stop saying things like that. I could come just from you describing such wicked things."

She grinned in surprised delight. "Really? You're that easy?" She was unable to resist the opportunity to tease him back a little.

"Only because it's you, baby." He leaned forward to kiss her forehead, and something deep within her felt reassured at that gesture. She looked up into his familiar face, noticing how his handsome features were taut with focus. She thought, Yes, this is what I want. This is right.

~*~*~*~

"So, alright, is this ok?"

"If you ask me that one more time!" She dug her nails into his shoulders, trying to show him her frustration.

"Ok, ok! Relax, wildcat."

~*~*~*~

"Oh!"

"Easy, steady."

"Abhishek," she choked, barely able to push her voice past her caught breath. "Oh..."

"Relax, it'll get better in a minute," he whispered.

After a moment the shock of being filled started to fade, leaving just a sense of being stretched a little beyond comfort. She told him, "It's fine. I mean, it doesn't hurt. It's just - so full."

He laughed, a quick huff of breath against her ear. "Alright," he said, but he was still holding himself still, and she was starting to feel awkward about it.

"...You can move now," she said, feeling silly for prompting him.

He shifted a little, but only to be able to look her in the eye. "Are you sure?"

She scowled at him. "What did I say about asking me that!"

Abhi smiled and touched his forehead to hers. "I have to ask, baby, to make sure we're on the same page."

Pragya rolled her eyes, and tightened her grip on his shoulders. "We are most definitely on the same page. Now, please...!"

"Alright, just breathe."

~*~*~*~

He kept an even rhythm, sometimes kissing her, sometimes whispering naughty things into her ear, sometimes just keeping his eyes locked with hers.

She lost track of time as he guided them both through new waves of passion. She found that the stretch made it too uncomfortable for her to become aroused again, but she enjoyed the way he was obviously becoming more and more lost in the act.

Then his rhythm started to falter and his speed increased and it was too intense. She tried to bite her lip and bear it, thinking maybe it wouldn't be too long, but it proved too much and she found herself saying tentatively, "Sorry, just - could you - a little slower?"

He immediately gentled his actions. "Alright. I'm the one who should be sorry. Here..."

"Yes...I like that..."

"Good..."

~*~*~*~

"Baby, I'm close, I'm sorry, I have to -"

"Whatever you need. Go for it."

~*~*~*~

He came with an inarticulate groan, his whole body going still above her. She felt so very glad that he had come, that they had done this all the way for both of them. She affectionately let her hand wander into his hair.

"Chashmish," he breathed on a sigh against her ear. Then he rolled off of her and kicked at the covers beneath them, and it was all over.

She knew she would never forget the sound of him saying that nickname with so much wonder and satisfaction.

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The Hookup
an AbhiGya FF by -mina-

Part 1: Delhi
The Run-In | The Conversation | The First Time | The Afterglow

Abhi let his breath come back to him. Then he pulled the covers over them, suddenly finding the air too cool for his skin, even though he was still hot and flushed all over.

He turned his head and saw Pragya watching him. "Uff. Wow. That was...really great, Chashmish. You ok?"

She smiled slowly, and he felt a surge of masculine pride at putting that sated look on her face. "Mmm, yeah. Thank you. That was better than I dared to hope."

"What do you mean?"

"Oh, you know, first times are supposed to be awkward and painful."

Abhi snorted in amusement. "Only if you're with some idiot who doesn't know what he's doing."

Pragya looked into his eyes. "Or someone who doesn't care."

She reached for his hand beneath the covers and held onto it. "Thank you so much, Abhishek. I really mean it. I don't know if I could have gone through with it with anyone else, and I'm sure no one else would have been so understanding." Then she gave him a teasing smile and added, "It's a miracle that you were so understanding. I'm impressed, Rockstar."

He smirked in acknowledgment of her taunt, but something about her gratitude stung him. She was essentially thanking him just for being a decent man, and he didn't like that her expectations were so low.

However, he was savagely thrilled to hear her say that she wouldn't have done it with anyone else. But he remembered that she had come to Delhi with a plan, and he realized that if he hadn't been there tonight, it could have been that sleazy not-Ramdayal here with her now. It was a deeply irritating thought.

Even though they were hot and sticky with sweat, and even though it was his usual habit to keep the touching to a minimum after sex during a hookup, he reached for her and rolled her into his arms.

He kissed her shoulder and rested his hand possessively on her smooth stomach. "You're welcome, Chashmish," he answered. "Now I think we should sleep, hm? We'll see about round two later."

She turned her head to meet his eyes. "Round two?" she asked, and he could hear cautious anticipation in her voice.

"It gets better with practice. So yes, round two. If you're not sore. We'll see in the morning."

"But your flight?"

"Don't worry about it. We're not done here yet. But we do need to rest and recover first. So no more questions, close your eyes, and try to sleep, ok?"

He suddenly remembered saying something very similar to her when he'd been a jerk and gotten her drunk against her wishes. It had backfired on him and he'd had to spend the whole night taking care of her, including trying to convince her to sleep when she was ready to find fun in everything.

Back then he never would have thought he'd be repeating those words with her naked in his arms after a very satisfying hour in bed. His hands unconsciously tightened on her as he thought about how stupid he had been to waste all that time. She had been his wife, and he'd let all her curious energy and appetite go untapped...

She laughed and pulled his arm off of her as she sat up. "Ok, fine, but first we each have to go to the bathroom." She slid to her feet and started to walk away from the bed.

"Why?" he asked distractedly. He wasn't really listening to what she said, as he was busy watching her move through the room, still naked but without any self-consciousness.

Her voice grew distant as she reached her destination. "Don't you know that it's very important to empty your bladder post-coitus to minimize the risk of a UTI?"

Trust Chashmish to kill the afterglow with medical talk! He had no idea what she was talking about so he called out, "A what?"

She didn't answer right away, instead taking some time to wash up. When she came back out, she picked up a nightgown from her open suitcase and pulled it over her head, and he silently mourned the loss of the sight of her beautiful body.

"Gosh Rockstar, how have you made it all these years without a basic health education?" she chided as she rejoined him on the bed. "It means urinary tract infection. A very uncomfortable and common side effect of sex that can be avoided with a very simple preventive action."

Abhi laughed. He reached his hand out to her face and brushed his knuckles affectionately against her cheek. "Let me guess, you researched it?"

"Of course. I told you, I came prepared, naa? Now, go do your business," she instructed, swatting away his hand and pushing at his arm to get him out of bed.

"OK, ok Doctor Chashmish, I'm going," he said, smiling and shaking his head as he got to his feet. As he made his way to the bathroom, he thought about how in a way, the night was a first time for him, too. He'd certainly never hooked up with anyone like Chashmish before.

And he wasn't at all ready to walk away from her yet.

~continued in Part 2 (pg 10)~

So, what did you think? Thank you for reading this far! Would love to know your response 😊

I do intend to continue this fic to lead up to an eventual AbhiGya remarriage, but I'm not sure when or how much I will write. There probably won't be as much adult content...at least, there will be between AbhiGya, it just won't be on screen 😉

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UN RES!

EXCUSE ME ! Why did you stop writing/posting!!!!!

Mina, you have yet again amazed me with your writing talents! And oh how beautifully and elegantly have you written this!

THE WAY YOU KEPT THEIR BICKERING AND DIFFERENCES CONSISTENT AND THE TAUNTING AND TEASING AND THE COMFORT LEVEL! OH AND SO REALISTIC! No cliches and stereotypes !! Fabulous! I AM WAITING FOR THE REST!!!!!!

Loved it !!! Heres the stand out lines for me apart for the pure awesomeness of this story as a whole!

"No," Pragya answered, dropping her hands and leaning back in her seat. "But I gave up on abstinence. And I've learned my limits."

"We don't need luxury. We just need a bed, or even a wall."

LOVED THIS LINE^ YAY PRAGYA! You do not have to be trashy to be good!

"I'm not taking your virginity against a wall." 🤣 SO ABHI!

nd I want it to be you." As the words left her mouth, she felt sure that she meant them. This decision felt right, in all the ways that the prospect of moving forward with Dr. F. had felt wrong.

LOVED THE UNDERCURRENT THEY HAVE AFTER 2 years even!!!

Abhi caught her arm. "Nope. I'm going to be in charge of all the undressing tonight. And those are really sexy shoes, so you should keep them on." He was grinning, with one eyebrow arched suggestively.

THIS THIS THIS!

. Her world narrowed down to the space between his arms, and no amount of thinking ahead could have prepared her for being so close to another person.

"Oh, I don't think you ever took a proper look - you always used to hide your face

"I swear I'll tear it in half. I mean it. Don't you ever, ever give a man easy access like that again."

SUPERB!!!! The protective Abhi!

He smirked. "Thanks, but you don't have to call me God." BAHAHA! Again so Abhi!

"Shut up."

"Only because it's you, baby." He leaned forward to kiss her forehead, and something deep within her felt reassured at that gesture. She looked up into his familiar face, noticing how his handsome features were taut with focus. She thought, Yes, this is what I want. This is right.

^^^^

"Ok, ok! Relax, wildcat." ☺️

LOVED THAT HE KEPT CALLING HER BABY!

Over all mina , 👏 ❤️

Edited by -Martinski- - 10 years ago

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Mina

@-mina-

Stunner

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Posted: 10 years ago

Originally posted by: -Martinski-
I AM LEGIT FREAKING OUT (IN A GOOD WAY)
EEEP

RES RES RES

you are a naughty bachcha who started reading too early and i am upset with you 😡

umm...i mean...thanks for reading my stuff, as always, and i do hope you like it. heehee it entertains me to know that you are freaking out in a good way 😛

🤗

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FhatTheWuck.

@FhatTheWuck.

Trailblazer

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Posted: 10 years ago

Originally posted by: -mina-

you are a naughty bachcha who started reading too early and i am upset with you 😡

umm...i mean...thanks for reading my stuff, as always, and i do hope you like it. heehee it entertains me to know that you are freaking out in a good way 😛

🤗

You know me ;) i read Ittu ittu ;) and then BAM! Marathon!!!! Haha

UN RESD

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Diahh

@Diahh

Rocker

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Posted: 10 years ago

Wow Mina!!!! LOVED IT!😛😛😛

Give me few minutes will give you a detailed feedback!

Okaaayyy I am back... But don't know whether I will be able to give you a proper feedback after all...there are so so so many things I liked!!! No scratch that... So many things I loved!!!😉

Setting, characterization, plot all of that was amazing! Story was amazing and your writing as usual was fantastic!!😛

First Abhi.

OMG he was a treat! Protective, possessive, jealous, gentle, caring, loving, funny, sexy, hot the list goes on!!!

Then Pragya.

So refreshing to see an uninhabited sassy Pragya! And at the same time you made her true to her character... Caring, responsible, loving etc.. Etc...

Finally AbhiGyalicious AbhiGya!!!!!!

together!!!!!❤️

Well I can't express exactly how I feel Mina... But I will try my best..😉 They were so intense, hot, wild, mindblowing, exciting, passionate again the list goes on... I don't want them to leave that hotel room ever!! They belong with eachother!!!!

I love the story!!!! And there are many little little things that add to the story.. Like Abhi calling the guy Not ramdayal...etc etc...but I can't pinpoint all of it now... But I guess you already got my point...it was too good! You have done a good job!🤗

Oh Mina I would love to read how they would get on after this night... But if I may, I would like to suggest you to start a separate post on the story after this night... I guess that would be good... Dunno just my idea... Whatever you decide I would love to read what happens to AbhiGya after this!

And thank you for sharing this story!🤗

Edited by Diahh - 10 years ago