Abhigya:SS:The Girl Nobody Loved: COMPLETE - Page 7

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Originally posted by: pratyu29

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The Girl Nobody Loved

Chapter Four - Devastation

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Cause she's the girl that I never had,

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Abhi had prepared himself for a lot of things as he stood silently in her house for the past two hours.

Not because he didn't realize what he had done or that he didn't realized how deeply he'd wronged her.

Resentful anger.

Tortured tears.

And pure - undiluted - Hate.

He deserved nothing less.

He knew that.

But in truth his mute attempts to prepare himself had not evolved from that knowledge. Nor had it been because of all the subtle ways in which the past year had taught him to see the shadowed crevices of the human mind more than their carefully lit souls.

After all fear was not what drove him to his knees months ago.

Hope had.

And that was really all there was to it. In the end, nothing he learned, nothing he knew, could keep him from swathing himself in this cloak of shameless hope he wore as he stood there before her.

Nothing else mattered.

Not even today, when her first reaction was so painfully raw, that the man who had thought he had prepared himself for anything, realized he hadn't prepared himself at all for the naked anguish he now faced, or for the icy wall she'd seemed to build around herself the moment she had whispered her tormented denial.

Nothing else mattered - but her.

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She's the heart that I wanted bad.

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The hushed silence that had fallen over the room was achingly empty.

Her instant recoil, from arms she had once fit so naturally in, had torn brutally at the man who'd spent every hour of the last year reminiscing about her.

For months he had satisfied himself, with reports on her family's movements, using their moods to gauge how she was.

Every time Sarla Aunty had had a seizure, he'd died a little inside, wondering if it wasn't worry for her that had triggered it, which is perhaps why when she'd first raised her eyes to him - he had nearly died from the pure relief that had flooded him.

So what, if there were dark smudges under her eyes.

So what, if the ridiculous umbrella shaped dresses she still seemed to favor was hanging loosely on her obviously thinner frame.

So what, if tears had gathered in her eyes and tracked down her cheek as he'd pulled her around to him.

So what?

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The song I heard on the radio
That made me stop and think of her. _________________________________________________________

"Why are you here?"

Pragya finally asked in a harsh whisper that was in stark contrast to the way she'd been screaming inside. She wasn't the mute puppet she'd been a year ago. And the sooner he understood that the better.

So what if her voice had broke a little in the end.

So what if a part of her wanted to close her eyes to everything and just throw herself back in his embrace.

So what if her heart had clenched in protest when she'd jerked out of his arms.

So what?

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And I can't, I can't, I can't concentrate anymore.

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Abhishiekh Mehra, had not become the self made celebrity that he was without a keen understanding of people. And while that keen understanding hadn't always seen him through, he admitted silently, thinking of his ex-girlfriend, and sister, it more often than not, did.

It was that same understanding, now tempered by the touch of an emotion he had never truly revered, that allowed him to see just how much it had cost this proud, beautiful, woman to stand here and face him.

If it wasn't for the fact that she was breaking his supposedly non-existent heart, he'd have given her the salute she deserved for roaring back at him in words, if not in vocal range.

Hell, he had half a mind to do it anyway.

But for now he had more important things on his mind. He got one shot at this.

One chance.

Clearing his throat carefully, Abhi, motioned for Pragya to take a seat. Surprisingly, instead of stiffly moving away as he had expected her to, given her newly acquired taste for defiance, she took the opportunity to take a seat.

She ensured she was as physically distant from his as was possible in her tiny six by six sized living room, but she took a seat.

His gaze drifting, tenderly down to her still bent head, he felt a chill go down his spine, when he saw the deliberately empty parting of her hair.

So she didn't wear her kumkum anymore.

For some reason he hadn't expected that.

His own hand trembled slightly as he dragged it through his own hair.

"You're a...difficult ... woman to find." He admitted.

"Obviously, not difficult enough. You found me." She retorted, her voice flat and dispassionate.


And I intend to keep you.


Drawing in a deep breath, Abhi silently beat down the part of him that told him to be done with this damn farce, drag her into his arms and simply refuse to let go.


"It took me a year." He pointed out, his finger running carefully along the pane of her windows. "Even your lawyers claimed not to know where you were." He should know, he'd nearly had himself thrown in jail when he'd personally impressed on one of them exactly how far he was willing to go to find her.

"I didn't trust them not to tell you." She admitted, her hand going instinctively to the thin silver chain around her neck, before it froze and she pulled it sharply away. She looked up at him then, "Is that why you're here, Abhi? Did you need my lawyers to contact me for something? I thought the paperwork for the divorce was done, I signed everything they sent Ma."

A year ago, he would have sold his soul to hear her say his name just one more time.

"So you did stay in touch with your family." He murmured quietly, a hint of censure he couldn't hide seeped in. She'd stayed in touch with them, but she hadn't even bothered to tell him where she was going. Or that she was going. Not that he had the right to even ask...but it still stung.

Obviously she agreed with his latter assessment of the issue as a sharp bite of anger entered her weary tone, "What is this? Smalltalk? Are you here to ask me why I didn't keep in touch?"

No.

But she clearly wasn't done, "...why don't we make a list? Would you like to take notes? Let's see...why didn't I keep in touch - how about because, we're divorced and I didn't want to. No? I have it; maybe I had had enough of your pointless vendetta and your psychotic sister-girlfriend duo. Or better yet maybe it was because I had had enough of you, the Rockstar who loves the media, who courts the media only to throw his unwanted wife to them like a slab of meat when he finally gets what he wants or..."

As much as he wanted to rebut her litany of injustices, Abhi found himself honing in on the one accusation he hadn't even understood. Throw her to the media. What the hell...

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And I need, I need,

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"What are you talking about?" he interrupted sharply, as he took a step closer towards her.

But Pragya was having none of it. The memory of that particular betrayal still stung. She didn't know why but it did.

"Why do you care?" she snapped.


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Need to show her what her heart is for,
It's been mistreated badly,

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"Why do you care?" she snapped.

Because I love you.

As he looked down into the silent fury brewing in her eyes Abhi honestly considered admitting it.

Because I'm in love with you.

His gaze dropped ever so slightly to her nose, that same button nose that had endured countless hours of 'pause' and 'play'.

Because I fell in love with the memories you left behind.

He took another step closer, and her lips trembled softly, another memory of her trembling lips, racing through his mind.

Because you haunted me every day since you've been gone.

He'd been in a blind rage then the thought of her and another man tearing at his very soul in ways it had no right to. He didn't remember much of that night, but her remembered backing her up against their closet door. He knew the exact moment she had capitulated. He still remembered each soft shallow gasp that had fallen on his own parted lips.

Because, I miss you.

Because I need you.


Because it's you.

Because it's always been you.

"Because Dadi's dying. And we," he indicated, his hand jerking between the two of them, "Are still married."

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Now her world has started falling apart,
Falling apart.
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Author's Note:

Hello Loves! That was a rather longish update wasn't it. As always, thank you for the amazing feedback, I am pretty sure we have some of the most wonderful readers on this particular forum. Please do continue to like and comment. Your feedback and love has me updating practically everyday now!

Once again, buddy for updates.

Mucho Love,

-A

Love the way you set up the ambience in the room, and right when you finish your thoughts, you go back to revealing more of the setting.

I also liked how Pragya let him have it, and even mentioned a specific sister-girlfriend duo. Hmm but what's with the media...I smell someone's chaal

Great update!

Uh oh more skeletons?! What's with media?
I love how you weave in the song and quote - brilliantly done

You are an incredible writer! Each chapter keeps getting better and better and it draws me in further. Absolutely perfect :)

so so good ..you have a unique writing style and I really loving the journey you are taking us through every step of the way ..please update soon ..I send you a buddy request for the update..thanks in advance

I just love this ff, you have a wonderfull way with words your description of a scene, their inner turmoil, the manner in which Pragya expressed herself why should she keep in touch, why so she continue to be a doormat after they have divorced, and then the shock at the end, Abhi has a good excuse to meet her without expressing his truth.

Wow! What a cliff-hanger!!! Can't wait for next update!!!

the way you write is so beautiful... 😳 i just recently started watching KKB and started shipping AbhiGya immediately 😛 please do include me in your pm lists and hope you're story goes a long long way!! ⭐️

- Sanaya