I WROTE A THING IT'S NOT A DRABBLE
BHOOTNI MADE ME DO IT
please behenas give me some love. you always always always do and i'm the last writer to need more praise but talk to me about abhigya feels please! my day/week is just...argggh. everything is argggh. like abhi in this ficlet thing, though i do not have a problem like his 😆
A THING WHICH IS NOT A DRABBLE
inspired by this:
Abhi didn't want Pragya.
He didn't.
Not at all.
He didn't want anything to do with her.
He certainly didn't want to do anything with her.
And he definitely didn't want to do anything to her.
He really, really, didn't.
And yet.
The idea of
anyone else touching her made him want to kill something.
For preference, whatever bast-rd dared to lay a hand on her.
Abhi didn't understand this.
He didn't want her, didn't care about her, didn't even really like her - well, ok, he liked her, sort of, but she was nothing more than a giant inconvenience in his life, so.
So.
Why.
Why couldn't he stop thinking about her.
About how she'd never been kissed.
About how somebody, somewhere, someday would get to taste her lips.
Touch her body.
Hear her moan.
Breathe her scent.
See her everything.
Somebody, somewhere, someday, would get to do all that.
And it wouldn't be him.
Because he was just her fake husband, her temporary partner in an act for their families that was really stretching far longer than it should have.
She couldn't stand to even look at him shirtless, let alone considering taking advantage of their married state to...explore any curiosity she might have.
And any time he got close to her, she basically shut down.
Those cute smiles, that arch laugh, her so-expressive eyes - all of it got shuttered behind a kind of tense doubt whenever he approached her romantically.
Not that he ever had, really. Only to prove a point, a few times. Only as a joke. Only when he was drunk.
Never for real.
Because in the light of day, when he looked at her, he couldn't bear to reach for her in the way he increasingly wanted to.
Because he had taught her not to trust him and not to want him, and so she would never be ready to believe that any romantic gesture from him was genuine.
And so where did that leave him?
Confused. And frustrated. And aching.
And ready to murder anyone who so much as looked at her the wrong way.
And thus ready to murder himself to escape the madness of his impossible situation.
i know i have not dealt with the issue of the chudail in the above. rest assured she is gone from abhi's heart and mind. but she might still be in his life, which is another one of his impossible problems.
Edited by -mina- - 10 years ago
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