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Posted: 10 years ago

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Okkkay...so first of all, SORRY!! from the bottom of my battered heart. I didn't make the promised deadline. Forgive me? Actually, just blame AbhiGya. They kept wanting to do and say and think new things...😛

Secondly, THANK YOU!!! To everyone who has been waiting to read. Thank you for still being interested. I'm really sorry if it wasn't worth the wait! And thank you to the various people I've asked for help and suggestions over the last four months - you know who you are and all my ❤️ to you. And thank you to madam bandar Columbia for the idea and the encouragement. And some people don't want thanks...but there aren't words enough for that anyway.

Thirdly, please note: much of this was written before the MMS/divorce track, before the concert track, before we saw Abhi working on songs in his home studio, and before Pragya fell in love. So if you can remember what AbhiGya were like before all that, back in October 2014...that's who you need to remember for this story. And yes, this update contains adult content (part 4). This is the only version, there is no uncensored version elsewhere this time 😉

Finally, please be advised: this is not the whole of part two. This is part 2A. There will be at least a part 2B and part 2C before part 3. I have no idea when part 3 will come into existence, but parts 2B and 2C will be posted in less than four months. And I won't give a more specific date than that because I can't meet deadlines 😭

AND ALSO - Thank you for reading!!! Let me know what you think, and 🤗 to all. You guys are the best 😊

EDIT: October 11/15 - Correction. The next update did not occur in less than four months. Also, instead of part 2A/B/C, each update will be simply numbered, ie below formerly 2A is part 2; next part meant to be 2B will be part 3, etc. The original "part 3" will be much further along...part 2 kind of exploded 😳

The Hookup
an AbhiGya FF by -mina-
See page 1 for chapter index

Part 2: Mumbai
The Morning After | The Week Apart | The Apartment | The Second Round Two | The Decision

Pragya was hesitant to open her eyes. She was still just surfacing from sleep, and she felt so warm and cozy. Her blanket wasn't usually this comfortable, and she just wanted to snuggle further into it.

What was it she had to do today? Surely nothing so important that she couldn't afford a few more minutes under these super-comfy covers.

But when she tugged at the blanket to wrap more of it around her, it resisted. And when she reached her arm across the bed to pull further, she encountered something...confusingly firm and...alarmingly large...

She blinked her eyes open and her gaze fell on Abhi, asleep on his stomach with one arm hanging off the side of the bed. He was wrapped up in the covers, too, and she couldn't get more of them because they were stuck under his big heavy body.

For a moment she felt fiercely and sincerely annoyed at this little frustration at the start of her day, thinking it was just like him to get in between her and such soothing comfort as those blankets.

But then the sleep fog finally lifted from her brain, and she remembered where she was and why Abhi was with her.

The blankets hadn't been the source of that comforting warmth. And this wasn't just another irritating morning at Mehra mansion.

It had been more than two years since their divorce, and this was the morning after he'd helped her shed her virginity.

The full memories of the previous night played back in her mind, and at first she closed her eyes and tried to stem tide of images flooding her brain. But her mind insisted on running her through every moment of the night, from the tipsy conversation with Dr F to the sudden deal she'd made with Abhi and right through every little thing they'd done together, every new thing he'd shown her about her body...every way he had gone beyond her fantasies.

And when the catalogue of memories ended, she opened her eyes and smiled. Because she was absolutely happy about how the night had gone.

Finally, she felt free. No more wondering when or if. She'd done it, made it happen on her own terms, and whatever else happened, she would always have last night.

And it had been great, which was a bonus. She'd been worried about so many little things, but with Abhi...everything had fallen into place. Like it was meant to be.

No regrets.

She looked at Abhi again, fondly taking in his messy hair, his half-uncovered back and thick-as-tree-trunk arms. Desire welled up in her, warm and bubbly, and she wondered if she should wake him up about the round two he had promised.

Some part of her mind told her she should stop and think about whether that was a good idea. The surge of desire told her not to care if it was a good idea. But before either lust or prudence could guide her choice, she noticed the clock radio on the nightstand behind Abhi. And then she leapt out of bed, swearing under her breath.

It was almost 9AM. She'd have to miss the conference breakfast. And her big presentation was in less than an hour.

She started to gather her things for a quick shower, but then she remembered the sleeping rockstar in her bed. It wouldn't do to just leave him there. She would have to wake him up and send him on his way, and, well, it was really too bad about round two.

She didn't have time to worry about round two when the biggest moment of her academic career was around the corner.

She went back to the bed and shook Abhi's arm. "Abhishek! Abhishek, wake up!"

Abhi rolled onto his back, flopping onto her side of the bed, and pulled a pillow over his face. "Mmph. Sone do naa, Chashmish."

She felt a small thrill that he knew he was with her even when not quite awake, but she had to ignore that, too.

She grabbed another pillow and smacked him with it. "Abhishek, you have to go!"

"Uff! Hey, what?" He caught the pillow from her hands as she went to smack it against his face again. He sat up and looked at her with a scowl.

"What the hell, Chashmish?"

"You have to go, Rockstar. I have a presentation at nine thirty."

"So? I'll just sleep until you come back," he said with a yawn. He lazily ran his hand through his hair, and Pragya ignored the odd surge of attraction she felt at the sight of his unshaven underarms. Why did she like that he wasn't waxed to an inch of his life as he used to be? She didn't know, but she did like it.

"That won't work. I won't be back all day, the conference is in full session now."

Abhi frowned. "Wait, so that's it? You're just sending me away?"

"Sorry, we both overslept! And I really don't have time to argue, so -"

"Yeah, ok, I get it." He slid his feet off the bed and reached for his boxers. "I'll go back to my room. But maybe I can see you tonight?"

"You have your flight, remember?"

"Yeah, but -"

"But nothing, Abhishek. Look, maybe I can see you back in Mumbai? I really have to pay attention at this conference, and you said you have a recording session -"

"Oh, hell. Right. I can't cancel that."

"So, just leave your number on my phone, ok? We'll figure out something out. I'm flying back on Wednesday."

"That's four days from now!"

"I don't have time to argue with you." She turned to head to the bathroom, but he grabbed her arm.

"Ok, fine, go ahead with your presentation. Just let me ask one more time. Are you ok? After last night, is everything -"

"I'm fine! My only problem now is that I am about to late, and I'm supposed to be leading a panel in front of an audience of two hundred!"

"Ok, ok! Relax, you're gonna be awesome. Just, take care of yourself, ok? We'll see each other in Mumbai."

"Yeah. Great. Thanks. And thanks for last night, too."

He took her chin in his hand and smiled. "Thanks to you too, baby," he murmured. Then he pulled her into a startlingly hungry kiss.

On instinct, her hands curled around his shoulders. And then she was kissing him back, beyond thought and beyond intention as heat flared between them again.

For one perfect moment, Pragya forgot all her tension. His firm mouth led her somewhere nameless, a space of shared breath and sweet warmth. She leaned into him, pressing against his chest with a fierce need to be closer.

His lips pulled away from hers, brushing briefly at the corner of her mouth and trailing down along her cheek. Then his stubble rasped against her jaw, and the sting of it kicked her brain back into gear.

She pushed at his chest, and he let go of her - but not before running one hand obnoxiously down to cup her backside. He smirked at her and said, "Go, shower. I'll be gone before you're done."

She stepped away from him, shaking her head to clear the dazed feeling she still had from the way his mouth had moved on hers. She glanced up at him briefly, and the sexy arrogance she saw in his eyes finally snapped her back to herself.

"Thanks," she said again. Then she turned away and walked as calmly as she could to the bathroom, not wanting to show him that he'd flustered her - and not questioning why she felt goofy and reassured after such a thoroughly unnecessary kiss.

***

Abhi watched Pragya disappear into the bathroom, and his smile faded as the door closed. He looked around the hotel room, still trying to gather his wits.

That damnable dress was crumpled on the floor. He picked it up and gently set it on a chair. He wanted to make good on his threat to rip it in pieces, because Chashmish in that dress was a hazard to the public safety of men everywhere.

But she'd barely had time to kiss him, so he reasoned that she didn't need any extra stress this morning. He'd get his revenge on the dress some other time. For now it was more important not to annoy her without reason.

Which was too bad, because annoying her without reason was just as fun as he remembered.

He kept scanning the room and finally caught sight of her phone on the counter near the door. He flicked it on to enter his number, but just as it had the previous night, it opened her recent messages instead.

Abhi had no intention of invading her privacy, but...she had said he could touch her phone. And it had opened the messages by itself. So without a second thought he went ahead and read the the three new texts.

6:47AM Bulbul says: Everything ok Di? How'd it go?

8:04AM Suresh says: Best wishes this morning, you're going to be fantastic. Never doubt it, you always are 😊

8:29AM Dr. F says: Hey, sorry we lost track of each other last night. Hope everything's good. Looking forward to your presentation, and maybe lunch after? 😉

Abhi was sorely tempted to delete the last one. Who did that Not-Ramdayal think he was, chasing Chashmish after he'd already been warned off? The creep.

And he was annoyed about that Double Battery sending her flirty smiles and good wishes too. Just how close was he still to Chashmish that he knew what she'd be doing this morning?

But as with the dress, Abhi thought it probably wasn't worth incurring Chashmish's anger by deleting those messages. He would trust her to keep away from the Not-Ramdayal...or at least he'd text her enough that the stupid Not-Ramdayal's message would get buried. With that plan in mind, he simply closed the messages and went on about adding himself to her contacts list. .

He debated for a moment about what to enter for his name. He would've entered 'Rockstar Sex God', but that would probably offend her, and if anyone else picked up her phone she'd be embarrassed. Just 'Rockstar' was a possibility, but she always said it with a bit of sarcasm and that wasn't how he wanted her to think of him. Simply 'Abhi' didn't seem right, she almost never called him Abhi, except last night when he'd been pleasuring her and she'd been resisting her own feelings...

And then that reminded him of she had said his name when he was finally inside her, what she had whispered over and over in wonder and breathlessness as he drove into her.

Abhishek.

No woman had ever called him 'Abhishek' in bed before. And even though he usually hated his fusty first name, he did like the idea that she was the only one to call him that.

So he entered himself as Abhishek, and then he sent a message to his own phone so he could have her number.

He got dressed and took one last look at the room. Chashmish would be done her shower soon and he had promised her he'd be gone before she was out.

He caught sight of the mussed bed. A part of him couldn't believe it had really happened. He'd really f---ed her in that bed last night, given her her first time. And she'd been glorious.

It was all so weird.

He went for a closer look at the bedcovers, pulling them back to scan the sheets. No bloodstain. He'd never slept with a virgin before, but he'd heard...Well, now he knew for himself. Must just be an old wives tale, then.

Finally he gathered himself and headed out, thinking ahead to the flight he had to catch and the recording session he couldn't miss.

~continued below~

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Edited by -mina- - 9 years ago

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Posted: 10 years ago

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The Hookup
an AbhiGya FF by -mina-

Part 2: Mumbai
The Morning After | The Week Apart | The Apartment | The Second Round Two | The Decision

Saturday

9:27AM A-hey good luck this morning just remember you are rocking 😊

10:34 AM A-hey hope it went well

10:35 AM A-focus on your food at lunch you spent a lot of energy last night 😉

11:16 AM A-hey getting on my flight now wish I wasn't leaving you in delhi

11:30 AM Have a safe flight. I'll see you in Mumbai.

1:42 PM A-landed now going to the studio

3:31 PM I'll be in sessions until evening.

6:49 PM A-what are you doing for dinner

7:11 PM At a restaurant with friends. Talk to you later.

7:13 PM A-what friends

7:27 PM A-how many friends

7:33 PM A-focus on your food

9:22 PM Are you at home now?

9:24 PM A-yes. you in the room?

9:39 PM Yeah. So tired 😔

9:41 PM A-long day and long night before

9:41 PM I can feel you smirking 😛

9:42 PM A-you bring out the best in me baby 😃

9:42 PM The beast in you, maybe.

9:57 PM A-that too 😉

10:02 PM By the way - don't call me "baby" again.

10:04 PM A-what why? 😲

10:11 PM I don't like it.

10:11 PM A-you liked it last night

10:13 PM...I was distracted. Anyway, you used to call Chudail that. And I am not Chudail.

10:14 PM A-i know that

11:07 PM A-and anyway it wasn't for her it's just something i say

Sunday

8:12 AM Yeah, to other women. Not me.

9:46 AM A-jealous? 😉

9:52 AM Yes! Ok - pretend I had a boyfriend when we were married -

9:53 AM A-WHAT

9:54 AM Pretend I used to call him "studmuffin" in front of you

9:55 AM A-what the hell is studmuffin

9:56 AM My nickname for my hot boyfriend

9:57 AM A-what hot boyfriend

11:01 AM A-what hot boyfriend

12:12 PM A-hello

1:26 PM A-chashmish

3:44 PM A-hello!!

5:19 PM The point is, how would you feel if you used to watch me hug and kiss another man in front of you and [1/2]

5:19 PM you heard how I called him studmuffin and now I started calling you that too? [2/2]

6:02 PM A-i never kissed her in front of you

9:27 PM Just tell me - would you like hearing me call you that?

Monday

10:14 AM A-studmuffin is a stupid nickname

10:52 AM My boyfriend was very hot so he was a stud. And he was sweet like a muffin.

10:53 AM A-you didn't have a boyfriend

11:03 AM A-did you

12:42 PM A-is there someone you've been calling studmuffin

2:56 PM A-where did you get this name

4:18 PM Do you understand?

7:03 PM A-fine i'll try not to call you baby

7:07 PM Good 😊

Tuesday

9:31 AM A-what do you want me to call you

9:33 AM "Pragya"

10:17 AM A-no like a nickname.

10:18 AM A-how about doll?

10:37 AM No. I'm not your toy.

11:15 AM A-but we have so much fun playing together 😉

12:29 PM Not doll.

2:14 PM A-honeycakes

2:16 PM Gross!

6:22 PM A-princess

6:45 PM Eww, no. My dad used to call me that.

7:11 PM A-your dad? 😲

8:44 PM Just no. What's next?

9:36 PM A-tell you when i see you. back tmrw?

9:38 PM Yeah. But I'll be busy with work all week...

10:13PM A-saturday then

Wednesday

11:36AM A-welcome back to mumbai 😊

11:41 AM A-see you saturday?

Thursday

11:48AM I don't think we should meet.

2:21 PM A-no take backs you already agreed

2:23 PM Round two isn't really necessary. I got what I wanted.

4:19 PM A-round two is always necessary

6:56 PM I can't just go to your house!

8:27 PM A-don't worry there is a place. i'll send you the address. saturday at 2 ok?

Friday

11:17AM A- chashmish? did you get the address

1:04 PM I looked it up. There's no hotel there.

1:05 PM A- it's a private flat

3:29 PM Whose?

6:12 PM A- mine

6:23 PM Why do you have a flat there?

6:24 PM A- you'll see. 2pm tmrw.

8:18 PM A- you're coming right?

10:36PM ...It's your job to make that happen.

10:40PM A- naughty! you've been waiting to use that all week haven't you 😈

10:55PM 😛

10:56PM See you tomorrow.

10:57PM 😎

~continued below~

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Edited by -mina- - 9 years ago

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The Hookup
an AbhiGya FF by -mina-

Part 2: Mumbai
The Morning After | The Week Apart | The Apartment | The Second Round Two | The Decision

On Friday evening, Pragya decided to go to bed early. Normally she would have sat in front of the tv with Maa and Daadi, grading papers and keeping them company while they caught up on their favourite serials after dinner. But after her two hectic days back at work after the conference, all she wanted to do was get a full night's sleep.

Before changing for bed, she picked up her phone to set an alarm for the next morning. A misswipe of her finger brought up Abhi's last text - 8:18PM you're coming right?, which she still hadn't answered.

She had no intention of answering, either. She'd never planned to actually follow through on his proposed "round two," and only offered the idea of meeting up in Mumbai so that he would leave her room the morning of her presentation.

She'd meant to just ignore his texts and hope he'd get the message that she wasn't interested. Only, somehow, she hadn't been able to ignore his texts. And without quite realizing it, she'd spent the whole week in conversation with him.

She'd even changed his name from "Abhishek" to "A" in her contacts, thinking ahead to what might happen if someone in her family looked at her phone.

All week, he'd been friendly and flirty and somehow she just couldn't find the willpower to delete his messages without answering.

That was what a sensible woman would have done.

But Abhi had always had a destabilizing effect on her good sense, and what they'd shared in Delhi seemed to have revived that dynamic.

Her mind drifted into memories of that night - her one, beyond-dreams-perfect night with the last man on Earth she'd have expected - and she felt an odd urge to congratulate herself. A week ago she'd shed her virginity, changed one of the things in her life that she felt most powerless about, and she couldn't be happier about how it had gone.

And she wouldn't tempt fate by trying to see him again. Leaving aside whether she wanted to - and yes, in the tiniest whisper in her mind she could admit that she wanted to - she knew it would be a bad idea to meet with Abhi in Mumbai. There was press to worry about, and she'd need to lie to her family, and the whole idea had disaster written all over it.

Better to leave it at just that one night in Delhi, a space and time out of her regular life. An untouchable memory about an unforgettable experience.

She closed her text messages and went on with setting her alarm. A small spike of guilt stabbed at her heart as she thought about Abhi waiting for an answer, but she resolutely ignored it. She had to do what was right for her, not try to manage his disappointment. He would surely find his own way to deal with it.

As Pragya was setting her phone down, Bulbul burst into her room. She was dressed for a night out with her friends, in a blue mini-dress made only-just respectable by the white blazer she'd tossed on to avoid their mother's censure. The sight made Pragya smile. She never got tired of realizing how lucky she was to have a sister who was so completely different from her and yet also the best friend she could ever have.

"Let me guess," Pragya said with a grin. "Girls' night at the club?"

Bulbul gave an excited nod, but then she pulled Pragya to sit on the bed with her. "Well, yes, but first Di, we have to talk!"

Pragya shifted into a cross-legged pose and faced her sister. "About?"

"About last week! You still haven't told me exactly what happened in Delhi." Bulbul was pouting over-dramatically, as if to make Pragya feel bad for holding back secrets. But her eyes were dancing with excitement, and she was clearly looking forward to a good story.

Pragya felt her heart plummet and fought to not let her dismay show on her face. She'd been hoping to avoid this conversation for a little longer, because she had no idea what she would tell her sister.

She had not properly answered Bulbul's text about what had happened on the night of the cocktail social. She'd only vaguely promised to tell her more when they could talk in person. There'd been no chance for that right after her return from the conference, but now the dreaded moment had suddenly arrived. She had to face the conversation, and nevermind that she didn't have a cover story ready.

There was no way she could tell Bulbul the truth. After the way her marriage with Abhi had ended, Bulbul hated the rockstar. She would've been alarmed that Pragya had decided to go ahead with him of all men, and in no time she would've worked herself into a hysterical fit, convinced that Abhi had somehow taken advantage of her Di again.

Pragya knew her sister, and she didn't want to deal with Bulbul's predictable overreaction.

And she also didn't really want to talk about that night. It just...meant too much. Even to Bulbul, she couldn't put everything about her incredible experience into words.

And besides, it was supposed to be her birthday present to herself. Surely she had a right to keep it to herself, if she so chose?

So Pragya tried to shut off the memories still playing in her mind's eye and and met Bulbul's gaze as she lied, "Nothing happened."

"What?!" Bulbul threw her hands up in exasperation. "What do you mean nothing happened! You said you were going to go up to Dr. F's room!"

"Well, I was," Pragya said defensively. "But then I changed my mind at the last minute. It just...it just didn't feel right with him, Bulbul. He's still mostly a stranger, you know?"

She had expected Bulbul to be sympathetic to her nerves, so she was surprised when instead, her sister gave an irritated sigh and rebuked her.

"Di you can't be such a scaredy cat! Your life will never change if you don't take a chance." Bulbul shook her head in disgust. Then she got up from the bed and paced restlessly in front of Pragya.

Surprised and stung by Bulbul's scolding, Praga couldn't immediately think of a counter-argument. She just watched the younger girl walk back and forth in agitation, at a loss for how to argue a point she actually agreed with.

Then Bulbul stopped pacing and glared at her with her arms crossed. "Di," she said heavily, "Do you want to be stuck like this forever? Lonely and wondering and -"

Pragya frowned and answered quickly, "Who's talking about forever, Bulbul? I didn't know him well enough, just try and understand -"

Bulbul threw up her arms in frustration. "But that's the point, Di! That's what a hookup is. Meaningless sex with a stranger."

"But - but say if there was someone that you were comfortable with first, like a friend -"

"What, like how you're comfortable with Suresh, because he's your friend?"

"...That's not funny, Bulbul."

"I know. I know. Ok, I'm sorry. My point is just that it has to be someone you don't know, right? Because you don't know anyone that you could just go up to and say, Hey, could you just do me this favour...'"

Pragya thought fleetingly about how that was exactly how it had been with Abhi - except she hadn't even had to ask. But Bulbul was looking at her for an answer, so her thoughts quickly took another direction. "Well...you know, maybe if I get the Jadavpur job, I could get to know Dr. Fernandes a bit better, and then -"

"If that's what you want Di, then that's great. But this was supposed to be about sex, not a relationship, remember? Why put it off for months? And what if you take a different job?"

"I just don't want to rush into anything, is that so wrong? It - it will happen when it happens, alright?"

"No, not alright! You'll just keep putting it off forever." Bulbul's face softened then, and she sat back on the bed with Pragya. "How about this, Di? Take it in baby steps. Come out with me and my friends tonight, and maybe you can practice flirting with someone. You don't have to rush into anything, but it'll give you confidence for next time."

The prospect held no appeal for Pragya, but she could see that Bulbul would not easily accept no for an answer. So she raised her hand to her forehead and started to massage her temple, pretending to have a headache. "I would, Bulbul, but...I'm just so tired after this crazy week. Next time, maybe?"

Bulbul pouted, but then she got up and pulled pajamas out of the cupboard for Pragya. "Ok, Di. You're off the hook this time. But next weekend -"

Pragya stood up to take the pajamas and smiled at her exasperating sister. "Yes, ok. Tonight just have fun and don't worry about me."

Bulbul rolled her eyes. "Kya Di, don't you know I'm always worried about you?"

Then they both laughed, and Pragya pinched Bulbul's cheek. "Badmaash. That's my line."

"Not anymore! Not until you start living your life again, you get me?"

"Arre! Meri ma, that's not for you to worry about. You just enjoy yourself. And don't get into too much trouble, hmm? Are you going to wear those do me' heels?"

Bulbul shoved Pragya's shoulder in mock-outrage. "Di! You haven't given them back. Saving them up for something maybe?"

Pragya steered Bulbul toward the door. "Not at all. I can get them out for you if you want. But your friends will be waiting, so you should get going."

"Yeah, yeah. But, Di..." Bulbul stopped at the door, turning to Pragya with a frown.

Pragya set a hand on her arm, concerned by her sudden mood change. "What? Problem?"

"No, just - how did you leave things with Dr. F? I mean if you turned him down, is there really a chance - you know what I mean?"

Pragya looked away and hoped she wasn't blushing too obviously. She hadn't expected Bulbul to bring back the topic, and now she had to scramble for something convincing to say. "Oh, it...wasn't so bad. I think there might still be a chance...but nevermind that, for now. You're going to be late!"

Then she'd pushed Bulbul out of her room, promising to talk to her later...and not meaning to keep the promise at all.

She had spent the next hours thinking about Bulbul's point. Not about sex with a stranger, but about living her life again.

Bulbul was right - she would be stuck as she was forever, unless she chose to do something new.

She scrolled through her week of texts with Abhi, trying to find a reason to stick to her decision not to see him. He didn't have to be her something new.

Considering their history, he couldn't possibly be her something new.

She could wait for someone else to share herself with physically. Find someone she could have a future with, even.

But how long would that take? And how long would it take to build up to the kind of comfort level she had with Abhi, the sense of safety that she could trust herself to him?

It made no sense that she felt so comfortable with Abhi. There had been so much bitterness and so many misunderstandings during the course of their short marriage. When they'd finally decided to part ways they'd managed to live out their last few weeks together as almost-friends, but never anything closer, either physically or emotionally.

And yet it was easy to be intimate with him. Easy to tell him her feelings and frustrations, because he had no stake in her life anymore. And easy to share her body with him, because...well, there had always been chemistry between them. They'd ignored it when they were married, but then in Delhi they'd given it free reign and it had exploded...

And it had been fantastic. It had been worth the risk.

So maybe she should take the chance that round two might be worth the risk, as well.

Running into Abhi had been completely unexpected - just a really well-timed accident. She'd never have consciously considered turning to him for casual sex, and definitely not for a real relationship. But fate had brought them together again, and it hadn't been a disaster.

Far from it, in fact.

And so she'd decided to see Abhi again. For round two. Because she wanted it, of course she wanted it.

Having sex had answered some of her questions but satisfied none of her hunger. She had thought one night of memories was all she needed - but when she had the chance to make more memories, and all it took was going to the address he'd texted...she couldn't resist.

So on Saturday afternoon, Pragya told her mother she'd be catching up on things at work. Worried that someone would notice her going in the wrong direction, she took a bus to the college, and then took an auto from there to Abhi's address. It felt foolish to be making up lies like a naughty teenager meeting a secret boyfriend, but she couldn't tell her family the truth. They would not just accept that she was a grown woman going to meet her...lover?

What a ridiculous word. He wasn't her anything really. They'd had one night and now maybe today they'd have one afternoon - but that was going to be it. He was doing her a favour and she was taking advantage of her one chance and that was all.

As she rode the elevator up to Abhi's penthouse unit, Pragya noticed her reflection in the shiny chrome doors and frowned. She hadn't wanted to face any questions as she left the house, so she hadn't dressed up at all. She was wearing an old yellow anarkali and no makeup, and when he saw her, he was surely going to remember that she was just plain old Pragya, the kishmish jaisi sukhi Chashmish he'd hated being married to, instead of the bold and glammed up woman he had impulsively slept with in Delhi.

She fiddled with her hair and straightened her glasses to ease her nerves, but she had to admit that it just couldn't be helped. If he turned her away - well, it was nothing he hadn't done before.

Finally she arrived at his door, and for a moment she froze. Her good sense was still warning her that this was a bad idea. She'd come this far, but could go back. She could just keep ignoring this simmering desire to be with him again...

But then a memory of how it had felt to be under him flashed through her mind, and without even realizing it she knocked on the door.

She watched her fist fall back to her side in a daze. She realized then that her arms were swinging uselessly - her old nervous habit - and she clutched at her elbow to stop herself. Then she held her breath, waiting for him to answer the door and wondering why it felt like she'd been standing there forever.

When he did open the door, the first thing she noticed was that he was wearing a ratty old tee and his favourite acid-wash sweatpants - and looking more gorgeous than he had any right to. She suddenly didn't feel so bad about not dressing up, as obviously he hadn't gone to any trouble for her. Then his gaze swept over her and clear approval lit his eyes and she felt even better.

"Thanks for coming, Chashmish," he said, his voice low and alluring. "Come in."

Pragya smiled and stepped through the door, no longer in doubt about her decision.

***

Abhi had arrived at the flat hours earlier. He had nothing scheduled for work, so if Pragya hadn't agreed to meet him he'd probably have spent that Saturday mindlessly exercising at home and maybe meeting friends for drinks in the evening.

Knowing that she would be coming, he felt too restless to work out in the morning. He'd had a quick breakfast at home and then come straight to the flat, thinking that he should make sure the apartment was presentable as it had been a while since he'd visited.

However, when he got there, he found that everything was in perfect order. He went through every room, looking for anything that might seem out of place or bother Chashmish. But there was nothing to fix. The cleaning company was doing its job, of course. He'd just been too scattered to remember that they were on contract.

Finally he'd grabbed his guitar and sat in his studio, running through practice exercises to calm his excitement.

He told himself he should be ashamed of getting so nervous over a woman. He was Rockstar Abhi - a simple hookup should not shake him so badly.

But it wasn't a simple hookup, really. It was Chashmish, and that made all the difference.

He hadn't been able to get her off his mind since their night in Delhi. Hadn't tried, even, because really, what was there more worth thinking about? Sure he had work stuff going on and Aakash probably wished he'd been paying more attention in the week's various meetings, but none of that could hold Abhi's focus when he had such...unique memories of Pragya to contemplate.

The way she'd spoken to him, completely frank about her needs and frustrations. The way she'd touched him, eager for everything he could give her. The way she'd responded, adjusting to every hot turn as well as every awkward moment of their encounter.

He'd been with his fair share of women, but he'd never had a night with such effortless chemistry before. The combination of passion and tenderness was new for him, and he found it surprisingly to his taste. And to think that he'd found complete satisfaction with Chashmish, who'd had no experience and no skill - he almost couldn't believe it.

But his memories of that night were full of details he couldn't possibly have imagined on his own. So he couldn't not believe it either.

And he couldn't wait for more.

Sex was fun with her, and there was so much he could show her. He knew he wouldn't be satisfied with just that night and this afternoon, and he'd decided to do his best to make sure she wouldn't be either.

The trick would be convincing her that they could keep hooking up without it meaning anything. He knew she didn't really believe in casual relationships, but all she'd been looking for in Delhi was physical fun. That was all he would offer - all he could offer - and hopefully she'd decide she could take what she wanted.

Because there was no doubt that she did want him.

He thought about how after the first moments in her room, she'd had no hesitation. She'd initiated the first kiss, and then after that she'd just - given him everything. There was no constraint between them, though there probably should have been.

But going over his memories of their night only seemed to make lengthen the wait for her arrival. To distract himself, he moved on from practice exercises to working out a melody that had been teasing his mind since his flight back from Delhi. By the time the doorbell rang, he thought he almost had it.

Normally he'd hate to be interrupted at such a moment. But that afternoon he was only too happy to set his guitar down and let his guest in.

As Abhi closed the door behind Pragya, he took looked over her outfit and grinned. He was relieved to see Chashmish looking like Chashmish.

She'd looked gorgeous in that black dress in Delhi, but it warmed his heart to see her in an umbrella-like anarkali again. It wasn't one of the monochrome uniform-types she'd worn during their marriage, but it was much more her style than that evil dress.

He followed her into the living room, watching as she surveyed his flat. Her handbag slipped from her shoulder as she turned in a slow circle, taking in everything from the wide bay window to the open concept kitchen.

She caught her purse as it slid to her wrist and finally looked at him. "What is this place?" she demanded, and Abhi felt his goofy smile growing even wider at the realization that in her curiosity, Chashmish seemed to have forgotten why she'd come here. And that was just so like her.

He waved one hand carelessly, gesturing to the apartment as a whole as he answered, "This is my secret sanctuary. I come here when I need to work in peace. Want a tour?"

She dropped her bag on the coffee table and flashed him that eager smile he remembered from the lighter moments of their marriage. "Lead the way."

"It'll be a short tour," he said, one eyebrow raised. He lifted his hand again, gesturing at the window, the leather couches, and the sleek hi-def entertainment console. "This is the living room. Not that anyone actually lives here, but there's nothing else to call it."

He turned to point across the way and continued, "That's the kitchen, which again nobody uses, and the dining table, which is usually where I keep my gym bag when I come here after concert rehearsals."

Pragya frowned and crossed her arms. "I don't understand. You don't use any of this space?"

"Nope. The only part I actually use is down the hall." He inclined his head, inviting her to follow him. "My studio."

But Pragya stayed where she was and shook her head. "No, actually. Nevermind the tour. We need to talk about why we're here."

"Ah. Well if it comes to that..." He walked up to her and set a hand on her waist. The worn cotton of her chatri was enticingly soft under his fingertips. "We're not here to talk."

She stiffened when he touched her, but didn't move away. She tilted her head and looked into his eyes. "It was supposed to be one night."

He put his hand on her hip and pulled her closer. "Which we didn't get to finish."

She rolled her eyes. "We did finish. I got what I wanted."

"Did you?" He slid one palm along her back, bringing her nearer still. "Because that was just the beginning."

"What do you mean, the b-beginning?" she demanded. She was trying to be serious, but the nervous curiosity in her voice told him that he'd definitely affected her calm.

He lowered his voice and held her gaze as he said,"I mean there's a lot you didn't get to try yet. One night isn't enough."

She bit her lip and looked away. "...Right. So we're here for round two."

"Exactly."

"But then - that's all. I'm here because we didn't finish our night, but that's it. This doesn't mean anything."

"What would it mean? We're just here to have fun."

She nodded, still not looking at him. "Good. Right. And then we'll walk away, like we agreed."

"Arre? Didn't you hear me explain, Chashmish?" He took hold of her chin and made her face him again. "There's a lot more for you to learn about sex. Round two isn't going to be enough either."

She answered with a skeptical frown, "How much more can there really be?"

"Much more than I can show you in one afternoon. I'm good, but I do have human limits." He let his hand drop from her chin and trail down the side of her neck, noting that her pulse jumped as his thumb brushed against her throat.

But she rallied, responding with sarcasm rather than nerves as she tutted, "Haaye, India's only rockstar admitting he has limits?"

Abhi grinned slowly. "You have your limits too, baby. There's only so much pleasure a body can take in one day, you know. Or I guess - you wouldn't know. Yet."

Pragya flushed and dropped her gaze again. "...I told you not to call me baby."

Abhi chuckled. "Right. I'll work on that. But in the mean time -"

"What mean time? I don't understand." She was frowning again, but despite her resistance throughout the conversation, she still hadn't stepped out of his arms. "You're...offering lessons? You want to be my sex tutor, Abhishek?" Her mouth quirked as if she wanted to smile at her own joke, she managed to repress it.

Abhi sighed dramatically. "Haaye Chashmish, do you have to label everything?" He shook his head and continued, "I'm just saying, you had fun in Delhi, I had fun in Delhi. Let's just...keep having fun together."

"Look, Delhi was an accident -"

"Or kismat."

"You don't believe in kismat!"

"No, I don't. But anyway, you're overthinking this. All I'm saying is that I know you're still curious about a lot of things. And I could show you them."

She went silent then, scanning his face for a long moment and then dropping her gaze.

She reached out with one delicate finger and started to trace a line on his chest. "So then...what, we just keep hooking up?" She glanced up at him under her lashes, and Abhi felt an alarming pulse of...affection. To see Chashmish so...kittenish...did weird things to his heartrate.

He pulled his thoughts together and answered her question, sure that he'd finally won her over.

"Yeah. Until I run out of things to show you, or your curiosity is satisfied. Whichever comes first." He winked at her then, teasing her with the idea that his range might end up exceeding her curiosity.

But she wasn't in the mood to be teased. A flash of doubt softened her voice as she asked, "And what's in it for you?"

He hated to hear that self-deprecation, that same tone she'd used in Delhi when she'd said men never wanted to give her time. She needed to know that there was nothing lacking with her - that just being with her was incentive enough for him. So he explained, "I told you already. Fun. Delhi was good, and I think we could be good together. Not - don't look at me like that, not together together. Just sex."

"But do you really want to...I mean, you're willing to let me...practice on you? How's that fun for you? Wouldn't you rather be with someone who knows what she's doing?" she demanded, the doubt only heightened as she worked through her series of questions.

His mind scrambled for a way to present this to her that she would accept. She was too anxious to embrace the idea of casual fun, and he didn't want to saddle them with the odd framework of lessons that she'd sort-of suggested. So then..."Discovery. Think of it in terms of discovery. We discover together what sex is like for you. What works for you, what doesn't."

Her eyes widened, and she took a moment just to think over what he said. "That's...interesting."

Abhi grinned again, sure that now he had her. So that's a yes?"

Pragya pursed her mouth, and the arch look in her eyes warned him not to get too sure of himself. "I...need to think about it more," she finally said. "Why don't you show me what's so great about round two?" She slid her hand up his chest and along the side of his neck. "Maybe my curiosity will be satisfied with just that."

Something hot and quick was singing in his blood, and he saw an answering excitement in her eyes. He tugged her right up against him, crushing her chest to his. "That sounds like a challenge, Chashmish. A challenge you're going to lose."

She licked her lips and whispered, "Prove it."

He smirked and bent to kiss her.

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The Hookup
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Part 2: Mumbai
The Morning After | The Week Apart | The Apartment | The Second Round Two | The Decision

Despite Abhi's claims, Pragya found that the second time was not as good as the first. Abhi's week of waiting made him impatient, and his actions were correspondingly hurried. The soreness and awkwardness Pragya had expected for the first time showed up for round two, and she had to ask him often to change what he was doing, just a little please, because it was too intense. She didn't know if it was adrenaline, alcohol, or pure chance that had carried her through their encounter in Delhi, but whatever it was, it wasn't in play anymore.

As Pragya cooled down, she was thinking that she'd won her challenge with Abhi, but she didn't feel so great about it. It was disappointing to find sex so...well, disappointing. Probably the first time had been exciting because of the novelty high. This must be what normal, sober sex was like, and it was...alright. But she didn't need practice with it.

Abhi returned from disposing of the condom and slid back into bed next to her. She turned to tell him that he'd lost his challenge, but he stopped her with a finger to her lips before she started speaking.

"That was not a proper round two. That was a warm up."

"Abhishek! Now you're being ridiculous."

"No, I promise, it'll be better. You didn't come, right? I can fix that."

"It's not...a thing to be fixed. It's fine! I don't have to come every time," she said in a rush. The idea of him caring about her orgasm made her self-conscious, and she would have preferred if he dropped the subject.

But he insisted, "You'll like it a lot better if you do." He slowly caressed her bare arm, and her skin tingled even though the touch was innocent. "See, baby, I was in a rush to be inside you again because you feel so good. Let me make you feel good."

His voice dropped on his last words, and she found she couldn't meet his eyes. She felt a blush creeping onto her cheeks and scolded herself for responding when he was being so cheesy. She wanted to laugh at him, wanted to roll her eyes and tease him about not living up to his words. But suddenly, more than that, she wanted to know what he would do next.

He tipped her chin up. His eyebrows were obnoxiously raised, as if to dare her with his gaze - and wasn't that just like him.

"Fine," she finally said, and she wasn't able to keep the hitch out of her voice. "What are you going to do?"

"No words, Chashmish," he answered with a grin. "And turn around." He traced a circle on her shoulder.

She gave him a last skeptical look and did as he asked, turning her back to him. She found herself facing a plain beige wall, and it struck her that the bedroom was strangely impersonal.

Unlike the room she'd shared with Abhi at Mehra mansion, this room had plain walls and basic furniture. There was no touch of rockstar glam - no glass lamps, no framed records, no hint of the man who owned the place.

Which made sense, since he said he barely ever used the apartment.

Happily, the bedsheets were just like the ones he'd had when they lived together. She'd been enjoying the smooth slide of the fine-count cotton against her skin. Definitely more sensuous than the stiff sheets at the hotel.

Her wandering thoughts came to a halt as Abhi reached for her. She watched as his hand slowly moved across her stomach and lower. He paused to pat the thatch of thick curls he found along the way, and for the first time she felt self-conscious about that part of her body. He hadn't paid any attention there before and so she hadn't given it a second thought. But now she started to wonder if she should have shaved, or at least trimmed...?

"Close your eyes, Chashmish," Abhi whispered into her ear. "You're thinking too much."

Pragya had no intention of following his instructions, and yet her eyes obediently slipped closed, and she decided that maybe it would be better not to watch his hand for now.

His fingers moved further down, and as he started to caress her damp flesh she remembered how he'd held and touched her exactly this way in Delhi. A sigh of pleasure already wanted to escape her lips, but she bit it back and murmured archly, "This again?"

Abhi chuckled against her hair. "You say that as if you didn't like it before. Didn't you like this?" He stroked her with his thumb, and just like last time her body responded immediately to his touch.

"I...ooh...why does it feel so damn different when you do it?"

"Good different?"

Again he was asking for praise when he already knew the answer, and again she wanted to deny him. But how could she lie when he could feel the truth under his fingertips?

"...So good..." She sighed then, and relaxed against him. His hard chest was warm against her back, and surprisingly cozy.

His hand moved further. He sank two fingers into her, and instinctively she clenched down on them.

"And this? Is this good too?" He nipped her earlobe and started to work her with his fingers, apparently not needing an answer.

"Yes, it's good. Stop asking questions." She found his other hand under her pillow, and moved around until she had both his arms curled around her. She set his free hand on her breast and put her own over it, expecting him to take the hint.

He didn't, but his busy hand moved faster. Her hand fell back to the mattress as she started to focus on what he was doing.

"Abhishek...oh, don't stop that, just..."

"Definitely not...just the beginning..."

She didn't have anything to say to that, and for the next moments her mind blissfully blanked free of thoughts. She could feel her whole body humming, the thrill of his touch energizing every nerve.

She hadn't realized that this had been missing from round two, but oh it made so much difference...

Abhi started to whisper to her. "You know, I was thinking about you all week...about this. You blew my mind in Delhi."

It took a moment for her to make sense of his words - his fingers seemed to have found the perfect off switch for her brain - but when she understood what he meant, she couldn't take him seriously. "Really? But I didn't - I don't know how to...do anything..."

He laughed. His hand slowed down, settling into a soothing sort of rhythm. "You're a natural. And you were so impatient. I almost couldn't keep up."

She still couldn't believe that he meant what he was saying. She'd...impressed him? Outpaced him, even? The idea was ridiculous. He had years and years of experience, and she'd only had blind appetite. She tried to think of a counter argument, but then he continued his explanation.

"I never would've guessed Chashmish could be like that. And I loved it."

A wave of warmth surged through her, and it had nothing to do with the electricity he was sparking with his steady fingers. To have him admit that she'd surprised him, and in a good way...it was satisfying on a level beyond physical pleasure.

She felt suddenly restless for more, and decided to let him know that. "Mm. And you love making me wait too, naa? What were you promising me a few minutes ago?"

"I didn't say it would be instant, did I? Good things are worth the wait, Chashmish."

"Technically, this is your second chance. Good things were supposed to happen in round two, according to you."

"Arre! I told you naa, that was warm up. Round two was supposed to be the same night, or at least the next morning. But it's been a week...I'm sorry. I was...hungry."

"I'm still...hungry."

"Really? And here I thought I was...filling you up...like that, right?" He twisted his wrist, and the new sensation made her choke on her breath.

"I - ooh - I can't believe you just said that!"

"What?"

"F-fill - ooh!"

Her objection was lost as his wicked fingers continued their devilish work.

For the next minutes, Pragya gladly surrendered to the tide of arousal growing with Abhi's touch. She felt herself growing hotter and hotter, and she could even hear the evidence of her slickness as he stroked her.

But slowly she realized that he was working in a deliberate pattern - and he was avoiding what she needed to finish.

She didn't want to beg. She tried to make her voice commanding but even to her own ears she sounded helplessly needy as she said, "Abhishek. Don't tease. Please..."

"Please...what?"

Pragya cringed in frustration, knowing that it was pointless because he couldn't see her face. She knew that tone of voice. He'd used it all the time when they were married, because he'd loved provoking her to say more than she ever meant to say. And here she'd given him a whole new arena to play his tricks. She was almost more frustrated with herself than him in that moment.

Almost.

"Please. Please stop playing. Please just -"

Abruptly, his hand left her. His palm slid up her thigh, and she felt his sticky fingertips on her skin - and an unwelcome rush of cool air where he'd stopped touching her.

"Arre! I didn't mean -"

"You said, stop playing.'"

"I meant finish!"

"Uh huh. And how would you like me to finish, Chashmish?"

Despite everything they'd already done together, the thought of actually saying what she wanted made Pragya blush. She was glad then that he couldn't see her, as surely he'd find a way to tease her about that too.

His hand kept sliding away from where she wanted it, moving up along her side.

She tried to dodge the question - not expecting it to work, but still somehow hoping that she could get what she wanted without having to tell him. "You know what I want."

"Do I? I'm not a mind reader."

Pragya huffed. "No, but - damn it, Abhishek! I'm ready, you know I'm ready, and I - I can feel you, you know!"

"You can feel me? Now what does that mean, I wonder?"

His traitorous hand had made it all the way up to her breast, and now he was finally cupping and kneading as she'd wanted him to before. But it wasn't nearly enough, and his taunting words were starting to irritate her.

She could feel him hard and ready, pressed up behind her. And yet he didn't seem bothered at all by his own arousal.

She didn't know how to tell him what she wanted. Well, she knew the words, but she'd never really used them...

"Chashmish," he said softly, his warm breath blowing through the loose strands of her hair against her ear. "How can I give you what you want if you don't tell me what it is?"

She bit her lip. Fresh desire warred with ingrained modesty as she tried to convince herself just to use the naughty words.

Then it occurred to her that maybe she could show him what she wanted. He hadn't been that cooperative about taking her hints, but still...she knew he wanted it as much as she did, now. So maybe all she needed to do was...give him an invitation.

So she pressed back against him, and caught his hand in her own. Then, following instinct, she lifted her top leg over his, wiggling until they were in - just - the - right - position...

"Oh," Abhi breathed, and she was satisfied to finally hear a hitch in his voice, too. "So this is what you wanted?"

"Mmm," Pragya murmured, already sliding her eyes shut in anticipation. "Go on."

Abhi laughed and kissed her neck. "Forgetting something, sweetheart."

She pouted and opened her eyes so she could scowl at him. "What are you talking about?"

He sat up and reached to the sidetable, and when she saw the foil packet in his hands her heart flipped unpleasantly in her chest. She'd been so carried away that she'd forgotten about protection - how could she be so irresponsible?

But before she could work herself into an anxious fit, Abhi already had the fresh condom on and was beside her again.

He slid his leg under hers and positioned them as before. Then, gloriously, he shifted his hips, and he was inside her.

Pragya moaned in relief. "Yes." She grabbed the hand he'd had resting on her thigh, squeezing his fingers in excitement.

Abhi readjusted their bodies until he had a better angle for thrusting. Pragya closed her eyes and concentrated on how it felt to have him rocking into her, bouncing her forward with every plunge. The soreness from before had faded, and now she could enjoy the easy way he moved in and out of her...

The sensations blurred together as her arousal started to mount again... thick... deep.. hot... full.... Her pulse pounded in her ears, and that one sensitive spot he wasn't touching anymore throbbed in readiness...

Then he shifted again, pulling her close and sliding out a bit. The new angle was much shallower, and she was just about to complain, but then his hand trailed down and he started to rub slow, perfect circles right where she needed him...

"Mmm...yes, Rockstar. Just - yes."

Abhi didn't say anything, but he bent to press his mouth to her shoulder, and that was answer enough. Once again Pragya gave herself over to sensation, and she lost track of time as Abhi continued his slow, easy, endless movements...

There was nothing hurried about his actions now. Instead of asking him to slow down, Pragya found herself wanting him to go faster and harder - but every time she opened her mouth to tell him so, he changed what he was doing just a little, and a new wave of pleasure swept away her impatience.

For a while his hand stayed where they were connected, strumming the bundle of nerves that always seemed to be aching for his touch. She almost wanted to tell him that she wasn't his guitar and he should move on, but then his busy fingers wandered away on their own.

His palm went exploring, first mapping the curve of her hip and the dip of her waist, then skating down along her thigh, then journeying back up again to toy with her breasts. He tweaked the tips until they pebbled between his fingers - and then he leaned forward to blow on them, and the unexpected draft doubled the thrill for her.

After that he caught her mouth in a kiss. And all the while he kept thrusting, keeping their bodies joined without ever completely...filling...her.

He built her climax up slowly, feeding and banking the fire over and over again. She was too lost in the experience to protest his management of her pleasure. Her anxieties and doubts drifted away, and she felt that somehow she was floating on deep waters, but she was safe under his hands.

And then, finally, finally, his fingers dug into her hip, and he pulled her to him as he thrust forward, and he murmured into her ear that it was time to let go. In one last rush, he took her to her peak, and she tumbled freely into delicious release.

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Part 2: Mumbai
The Morning After | The Week Apart | The Studio | The Second Round Two | The Decision

As they lay next to each other quietly in the afterglow, Abhi remembered something that had been bothering him. He rolled onto his side and started to idly play with the ends of her hair. "Chashmish? I've been meaning to ask you something."

She blinked her eyes open and gave him that lazy sated smile that made him feel like a king among cavemen. "Mmm?"

He was distracted by a sudden flash of caveman thoughts, but then his eyes happened to fall on her chashma on the sidetable and he remembered what he wanted to ask her."Why the hell were you looking for a hookup before your big presentation? I mean shouldn't you have been practicing, or sleeping?"

Pragya smiled. "Yeah, I probably should've been. But for one thing, that was the night of the cocktail social, so it seemed the most likely night for something casual. And for another, well Daadi always says that the night before something big, you should be relaxed."

Abhi did not find this explanation at all convincing. It confused him that she'd been out looking for - for that kind of adventure right before something so apparently important for her career. That wasn't at all like the Chashmish he'd known, and he wanted to get to the bottom of it. "Yeah, but it would've been your first time. I mean that's not just light fun -"

"Well it worked out naa. It's not like you to worry about might've beens."

"It's not like you not to." His voice was probably sharper than it should have been, because she frowned and shifted a bit away from him on the mattress.

She crossed her arms against her chest and answered, "It was just...time, you know. Time to take a chance. My presentation was as ready as it could be and I wanted to focus on myself for the night."

Abhi still wanted to ask her about it, but he didn't like her moving away. He tugged her back to him and said in a softer voice, "Right. Did it go ok, the presentation?"

She relaxed, and her smile was bright as she told him, "It went really well." Her eyes lit up as she remembered something and she continued, "I met some hiring committee members and - well, nevermind, I don't want to bore you with the details. What about you, how was your business meeting? Your recording session?"

He wondered why she'd changed gears in the middle of her sentence. She didn't want to talk about herself - because she thought he didn't deserve to know? But no, she'd never been like that. Chashmish had always been warm and open and...probably she really did just want to spare him boring details.

So he accepted her deflection, and tried to think about what he could say about his own work. It wasn't his favourite topic to talk about either, so he answered briefly, "Good. We're finalizing tour dates actually. I have a new album coming out in January." He trailed a hand down her arm and marvelled for the hundredth time that her skin was so damn soft.

Pragya shifted closer to him. "Hey, that's great! Wait, is that your third new album in two years?"

He looked up at her in surprise. "You've been keeping track?"

Pragya flashed him her odd almost-smirk. "It's hard to miss your news. And Purvi is still a fan of your music."

"Just Purvi? Not Bulbul?" Abhi settled back on his pillow and slid his arms behind his head.

Pragya looked away from him. "Let's not talk about Bulbul." She start to tip-toe her fingers along his pecs. It almost tickled, but Abhi told himself he could bear it and so didn't stop her.

He cleared his throat so that she would look back at him. "Why not? What's wrong with Bulbul?"

"Nothing's wrong with Bulbul. Bulbul's great." Her wandering fingers started to dance down the centre of his chest, and it took some effort to shut down a fresh swell of caveman thoughts.

"But she doesn't listen to my music anymore."

Pragya met his eyes. "Haaye, come on rockstar. You have a hundred million fans. Does it matter if my sister isn't one of them anymore?"

Abhi caught her hand as it was gliding over his belly button."I dunno. Are you still a fan?"

She pulled back from him in outrage. "Excuse me! I was never a fan!"

He kept hold of her hand and slowly brought it to his lips. He kissed the inside of her wrist and then countered, "Really? Then what was that you were saying 10 minutes ago, Just like that, Abhishek, don't you dare stop -'"

She tugged her hand back. "Arre! That - that was for you. I could be a fan of you. Not Abhi the rockstar. He's lame."

"He is not! I mean, I am not. I mean - God how do you get me talking in circles?" He shook his head, irritated that she could confuse him so easily with a backhanded compliment.

She grinned, obviously delighted by his bewilderment. "It's not my fault you can't follow simple logic. Anyway, I think I should get going. Maa will be expecting me home for dinner."

On reflex, he reached to grab her arm. "What? But you've only been here a few hours-"

She carefully took his hand off her elbow and started to sit up. "Exactly, so they'll be wondering when I'm getting back. And can I borrow a towel? I better shower, I can't go home smelling like sex."

"Yeah, but -"

"And close your eyes, I don't want you watching me as I walk to the bathroom."

"As if I haven't already seen everything! And you didn't mind in Delhi," he protested. Something ridiculously close to a pout threatened to turn down his mouth, and to hold it back he bit down on his lip.

"Well, I was buzzed in Delhi," she said, as if that was sufficient explanation.

"You should be buzzed after two rounds with me. I'm just as potent as alcohol. More so," he muttered, but then since she was scowling at him he closed his eyes as she had asked. He even held his hand up in front of his face to reassure her that he wouldn't watch.

And he even repressed the urge to peek between his fingers.

When he heard the bathroom door click closed, he let his hand drop. He looked at the bed they'd made a complete mess of - the bed he'd never shared with anyone before, and that he'd hardly used himself - and realized he'd definitely have to change the sheets before the cleaning service came round.

He wondered too if he did have extra towels. Chashmish was welcome to the one he'd seen hanging ready by the shower, but...did this place even have a linen closet?

Maybe he'd just have to dry himself with his tshirt when it was his turn to shower.

And maybe he should stock up on some supplies for next time. Because he was pretty sure he'd won his challenge with the second round two.

***

Pragya managed to leave on Saturday without giving Abhi a definite answer about continuing to hook up. She didn't want to commit to anything while still blissed out from round two, though she knew that Abhi had concluded that he'd won his challenge. He wanted her to stay so they could talking things through, but once she told him that Maa's blood pressure would spike if she didn't get home soon, he let her go.

His goodbye kiss made her so dizzy that she had to stop beside the elevator doors to sort herself out. But she managed to get out of Abhi's building in one piece, and then the twenty minute auto ride home helped settle her mind further. By the time she got home she'd mentally compartmentalized the afternoon's activities so well that she could face Maa and Daadi without a hint of self-conscious blushing.

But it was a very lucky thing that Bulbul wasn't home to notice her frizzy post-shower hair.

Though she made it through the weekend without showing her family her preoccupation, Abhi's offer was all she could think about over the next days. About the only time she could keep her mind off it was when she was teaching, and she was utterly hopeless when it came to all the paperwork she had to do to further her post-dissertation job applications.

It was hard to focus on prospects so many months down the road when she had a more immediate decision to make.

She couldn't lie to herself. She wanted to take Abhi's offer.

There were so many things that she wanted to try, that she'd wondered about for ages. And he could show her. He'd let her practice. He'd proven to have just the right kind of patience, surprisingly enough.

She'd been foolish to think one night would be sufficient. All it had done was make her more curious, more hungry. And round two also had left her wanting more.

Not that she was unsatisfied - and that was another point in his favour. It was good with him. Despite their tangled history, she felt comfortable with him, and he seemed to have an instinct for what to do with her body and how to set her mind at ease. When was she ever going to find that with someone else? And even if she did it would take so long to develop.

But he was ready and willing, now. And she had...no prospects, no commitments. Nothing to worry about really, except for her job applications. And maybe seeing him regularly would help with that...give her something to look forward to, like a reward. Take the stress off - good sex was supposed to do that wasn't it?

And it'd keep her from being troubled by those stupid thoughts about how she was going to be alone forever. Because at least for the next few weeks, she wouldn't have to be alone, exactly. She'd have a man in her life, in her bed...sort of.

This could be her only chance. Was it wise to walk away from such a unique opportunity?

But. But. It was him, after all. And could she really do this to herself? Get involved with him, share herself so deeply, because it was her "only" chance? He didn't deserve her desperation. And she didn't need to be chasing for the dregs of his attention.

So much had gone wrong between them. The things he'd said and done...He'd made her feel so degraded. Worthless. Ugly. He didn't mind now...She was good enough to f--k, now, but back then she hadn't even been good enough to treat with basic decency. Could she forgive that?

Well, yes, she could. She already had. But should she?

Then again wasn't there some kind of sweet justice in the idea of those hurtful hands, that mean mouth, now applying themselves to her pleasure? He'd troubled her so much but now he just wanted to give her this...and he'd get something from it too. For once things would be equal between them.

Simple. Physical. For fun, no strings.

She could do this. She needed it.

She wanted it.

But it had to be on her terms. She couldn't just give him an open invitation. No, she had to make it clear to him. There would be boundaries. And a time limit.

Already a set of rules was forming in her head. Only once a week. Only in that apartment. No public meetings. No phone calls.

And it came to her, that she should make a list. That way there'd be a natural end. She'd write down the things she absolutely felt she had to try...give him the list...tell him that was all she wanted from him, no more, no less.

She could do this. It would only been a few weeks. Maybe a few months.

Just enough to explore all the ideas that had teased her mind for ages.

Just enough to try everything once. Or almost everything.

So she finalized her rules, and wrote down her list, and officially set aside a block on her schedule for the rest of the semester. And on Tuesday morning, she texted him.

10:26AM P- Hey. 3pm tomorrow, at the flat?

****

When Abhi got Pragya's text, he was at a breakfast meeting with Aakash and the producers for his next concert tour. He tuned out the conversation and started thinking about this surprising Chashmish. Smirking, he texted her back.

10:28AM A- Wow, Chashmish. Is this a booty call?

Her reply came back within seconds.

10:29 AM P- Sure, if those can happen in the mid afternoon.

10:31 AM A- They can happen anytime. And yes, I can meet you at 3.

10:31 AM P- Great. I'll bring the rest of my condoms. Need to use them up.

10:32 AM A- Seven left right?

10:38 AM P- Yes?

10:42 AM A- Just checking.

10:44 AM P- What's that supposed to mean?

10:53 AM A- See you tomorrow at 3.

With their "appointment" settled, Abhi started paying attention to the business discussion again. He felt suddenly more energized and positive than he had in weeks. He didn't even protest when the producers started detailing the acrobatic routine they wanted him to add to the Bangalore show, even though he'd been arguing for months that he didn't want to do such stunts anymore.

His mind was too busy thinking ahead to what kind of acrobatics he might be able to talk Chashmish into when they met the next day.

~Continued in Part 3 (p20)~

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columbia

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Posted: 10 years ago

#66

AAREEE YOU POSTING ALLL OF THE ABOVE TODAY?!?!?!!?!?

PLAESE PLEASE PLEASAE SAY YOU AREEE

I WILL BREAK 5 COCONUTS in your name for sankrati today

I swear I will

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Posted: 10 years ago

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sorry Madam Bandar...Feb 14th. There's a taster on the previous page now but I think you've already seen it 😛

Click here for the part two taster. 😃

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