oh i am being called by flesh and blood pariwaar, sadly will do disappearing bhootni act again
here is a random off topic incomplete drabble from my files of annoyingly unfinished abhigya writing
Pragya stood in front of the mirror, lost in thought. She had started off brushing her hair, then staring at her reflection, but now she was so in her own head that she didn't even realize she'd been standing in silence for five minutes.
Abhi came out of their ensuite, drying his hair with a towel. He noticed her statue-like pose and grinned.
He came up behind her and wrapped his arms around her waist. He kissed her cheek and greeted her, "Hello beautiful."
Pragya snapped back to herself. She glanced up at him from the corner of her eye and smiled in return. "Hello badmaash."
"Hey, what was that for!" Abhi objected. He leaned in to kiss the crook of her neck, knowing it was one of her most sensitive spots.
He felt the gratifying tremor of her shivering against him.
"Subaah subaah kahan khoye ho?" he asked.
"Just thinking about how my body's going to change."
"What do you mean? It shouldn't change. It's perfect."
"Not for much longer."
"Why? You're not going to do some stupid diet are you?"
"No, but..." She slid his hand across her abdomen, setting it on her stomach.
"But what?"
"Abhi...I'm pregnant."
"You're...what?"
Pragya didn't repeat herself. She just met his eyes in the mirror and kept her hand on his, clasped to her stomach.
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