Abhigya:SS:The Girl Nobody Loved: COMPLETE - Page 22

Originally posted by: putturani

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And once again - I plead the Fifth. Although to be honest, I go where the story takes me - so let's find out...

Originally posted by: kubare

Sigh ...Advena...you truly are brilliant with words that hit you just right...

What an emotional roller coaster it was...

Aww... Pragya...even in her hate ...or trying t hate Abhi shes still worried about him surviving without dadi...thats Pragya...

Her flinching from his touch...remembering that night...where he ..the person she loved turned into a Monster...and its the hardest to deal with when someone you trut, love, like or know becomes one...

His reaction to it and the reason of her flinch, coming back to him in pieces, after she bangs the door on his face triggering the last time she had done it...uff...

Awww...Abhi...Abhi ...he truly has no one to blame then himself does he...the hope he had of getting her back dying..sigh..that broke my heart..but then he needed to face that all...he needed to face what he became that one night...Brilliantly written...

Your writing truly leaves me speechless as words aren't right to express what all I felt while reading...I wish I was a articulate as you or one could send what one felt or thought while reading as msg to one another...

Till the next update😃

P.S...Sorry for the very late commenting...I reread it again...as I thought I commented but then remembered my previous comment was not posted due to my little ones...banging on the lappy...

The Girl Nobody Loved

Chapter Eight - Torment

- Part I -

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Let's start at the end

Becoming strangers once again
Or maybe that's all we ever were

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The first time Abhishiekh Mehra had been acquainted with the notion of shame, he had just been beaten to within an inch of his life for a bar of chocolate he hadn't stolen.

Not that he would have admitted it.

For one, shopkeepers didn't believe ragged urchin-like children, who stared longingly at their shop windows, everyday on the way to school.

For another, he may not have stolen it, but Aaliya had, and he he'd suffer through a hundred beatings if he had to for her. After all she was his baby sister, the one person he had promised his parents he would protect. She was family.

But even so he had felt shame.

He'd been ashamed that he hadn't been enough, that he hadn't been able to be enough.

But that was one of the simpler forms of shame.

Being ashamed of what you couldn't do was easy. It was uncomplicated. Forgivable even.

What wasn't so easy, was being ashamed of something you did.

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Do you know how it feels
To crave a body made of steel
To give your all for no return

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It was still hard, Pragya admitted to herself silently. Being here.

The entire house was eerily quiet.

Never in the countless nights she had spent here had the silence screamed so loud.

Part of her wanted so badly to simply rush back into Daadi's room and stay there till they took her away. But that was the old Pragya.

The new Pragya, the one she needed so badly to emulate, was taking shaky bracing steps towards what had once been their' room.

Their'.

The word brought a reluctant smile to her lips.

That room had never been theirs - she admitted. She may have wished it was, she may have even pretended, but in the end, half a dozen books, and the ghosts of days gone by did not make the room hers any more than she had been able to make Abhi hers.

The irony was - she'd never really wanted to make him hers.

She'd simply wanted to be his.

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'Cause I've been running marathons
While you're still standing still

And I'd be anything for you
But I'll never fit the bill

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One Year Ago, Mehra Mansion

"Abhi - none of this changes things. You know that, Daadi knows, even Pragya's mother knows - so what if the MMS was fake - you are only prolonging the inevitable. How much longer are you going to keep up this faade and for whose benefit?"

Raking his hand through his already disheveled hair, Abhi, glared ineffectually at Tanu, "Don't you think I know that already?" he snapped, his distaste for the inherent unfairness of what he was about to do leaving a bitter aftertaste in his mouth, as he battled with his already rousing sense of guilt.

Tanu was right.

He was prolonging the inevitable.

But it just felt so wrong, the thought of asking her for a real divorce, after the charade he'd just put her through the past few days over the whole Suresh debacle. Normally, Abhi wouldn't be one to give a rat's ass about what society thought, but after the major tabloid sensation they'd just weathered, him going through with the divorce would reek of scandal. And as always in this world - they would blame her.

She would be the Rockstar's cast off, and every media outlet in India would be hounding her for a sound bite. The image alone made Abhi want to pummel something.

There was no chance in hell he was going to let that happen.

But he couldn't keep pretending either.

She deserved better than a man who didn't and wouldn't ever love her.

Not the way she wanted to be loved.

The very notion of spending the rest of his life lying to her, about Tanu or some other woman no longer appealed to him. If he was honest, it never had - but being level headed had never been his strong suit.

He could hear Tanu talking again.

She was going on and on about how it was time he made a choice, and that was when it struck him.

He had forced her into marriage, forced her into almost marrying Suresh, forced her into a divorce - Hell, he couldn't think of a thing she'd been able to do in the six months that he hadn't forced her into.

For once, he owed her a choice.

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'Cause I'm irrelevant
You'll be fine without me
And it's evident, it shows

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It would never cease to amaze Pragya, how even just being back in this house stripped away every layer of carefully acquired indifference that she'd learned to adopt over the past year.

The realizations she had walked away with a year ago, had both simultaneously destroyed and saved her.

She'd been destroyed because after everything, the knowledge that she wasn't the one' again even though she'd always known - shook her. It shook her deep inside her soul, where the tremble it elicited, finally tore her apart, only to make her realize that her irrelevance' to Abhi, to Suresh and to the world didn't define who she was.

She had spent so many years, trying to be everything everybody else had wanted her to be, she'd lost sight of who she wanted to be.

In that moment, she still hadn't known who she wanted to be.

But she did know who she didn't want to be.

She didn't want to be who she was anymore.

She wanted to be anyone but herself, and to be anywhere but here.

All she had needed was a sign.

And for once, she'd gotten one.

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And in your excellence
I forgot I used to have my own
You won't even notice that I'm gone
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He'd heard her stop in front of the door a full minute before she'd opened it.

His hands carefully folded behind him as he stood still as a statue in front of the bookshelf he'd nearly destroyed weeks ago, he waited patiently for her to break the silence. As much as he needed to ask her, exactly what he should be hating himself for, he needed to hear her out first.

He owed her that.

She was fidgeting, even with his eyes closed and a door between them Abhi knew.

His eyes closed, Abhi found as he had almost every day since she'd been gone, he was able to see her down to every worry line, her furrowed brows were endowing her with.

She'd always been so predictable - in the best ways - she'd been safe - in a lifetime of uncertainties - she'd been his constant.

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You consume my thoughts
I'm not sure that I'm in yours at all

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Author's Note:

Hello! Normally I leave a quote and sometimes a song to accompany it - this update is different - the song is such a big part of it I decided to forego the quote and leave the song up, hoping that you do play it while you read or at least after - trust me it will be worth it!

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Also, I'm sure you've noticed that this is merely Part I of the Chapter, the 2nd looked like it was going to be massive as well so I figured a split was in order - Enjoy!!

Originally posted by: -mina-

and when can we expect part 2? 😲