Abhigya:SS:The Girl Nobody Loved: COMPLETE - Page 24

Originally posted by: simsim25

Amazing update! In love with the way you right! Next update soon? <3

Originally posted by: Humzy

wow fab update

loved it

continue soon

Originally posted by: adventure_gurl

loved it , so beautifully penned the anguish from both ends

Originally posted by: rosetreasures

Just when it was getting to the good part, you ended it! Argh...I despise cliff hangers, especially when they're from well written writers.


update sooon! 😆

Soi 4 d late cmnt the chappy is just beautiful and the song fitted in perfectly. Thanks 4 d pm and continue soon

Originally posted by: kubare

Advena...

Torment indeed..of two souls...

Loved it and the song fits in perfectly...

Can't wait for the next part from you soon...😃

Originally posted by: putturani

Hi Advena!

Another beautiful chapter with a beautiful song to go with it. Oh to have vocal chords like that! The slow pace of the song suited this chapter, as nothing much really happens, building up for future chapters.

I loved these lines:

- "silence screamed so loud" - such an apt description for Mehra mansion without dadi, especially contrasted with the warmth and cosiness of Arora house (most of the time anyway)

- "The new Pragya, the one she needed so badly to emulate" - perfectly shows how Pragya is trying so hard to be a new person but she isn't totally succeeding. Instead she is succeeding at being a stronger version of her old self.

And my favourite:

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

She'd simply wanted to be his.

Very, very true. And actually this is the concept behind my own little fic. I love it, and I love that you're exploring this dynamic too.

Thank you and can't wait to read the second part of this chapter!

Hello there P!

Thank you! And I know what you mean - I cried the first time I heard this song - I legit cried, the girl has the unique ability to project her emotions into her voice, which makes it so - WOW. And also why I felt it suited this chapter so much - one one hand the first part is indeed build up - while the 2nd tends to rush through bits of the past, until we are brought to the same standstill they were at to begin with.

A little lost and more than a little scared. Let's hope you enjoy the next part just as much!

<3

Originally posted by: rutu83

update?

Originally posted by: ...Anabella...

Soi 4 d late cmnt the chappy is just beautiful and the song fitted in perfectly. Thanks 4 d pm and continue soon

The Girl Nobody Loved

Chapter Eight - Torment

- Part II -

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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. 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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"I think it's time." Even as softly spoken as they were, the words rang out in the quiet room, as Pragya carefully slipped in the room, the soft click of the door echoing as she shut the door behind her.

They didn't need an audience - not this time.

How hard this must be for him, she realized, loosing Daadi, the one person in the world that he had truly let care about him, without shoving his millions before himself as a safety net.

She'd intended to make her point and then leave - but somehow, despite everything seeing him stand there, staring listlessly at the shelves inexplicably still full of her books, made her almost ache to reach out to him.

After all, this was the man she'd fallen in love with not so long ago.

And to be honest she still didn't know how to fall out again.

But, the reality was while she may have fallen in love, naively, reverently and occasionally ignorantly, with this very man - but he hadn't been hers to love. He had never been hers to love.

And in absolute honesty, she was simply too tired to fight for him anymore, she'd already tried that, futilely, she added with a cynical twist of her lips, as she forced herself to draw in a deep, steadying breath, as the memories came rushing back.

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The worst part of it all
Is that I desperately still want
Someone who never wanted me

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One Year Ago, Mehra Mansion

The realization, that Abhi, no matter what she did, would never love her was a crushing blow for Pragya. For the first time in her life, she had realized that compromise and contentment were far from what love was made of. Instead, with each of Abhi's teasing quips, about alimony and Mumbai beachside villa's, Pragya Aurora, had discovered the truest form of love - heartbreak.

It seemed that fateful day had been a day of firsts in many ways, her first true heartbreak, her first wave of gratitude towards Tanu of all people as she'd dragged an oblivious Abhi away, just as the tears became too hard to control.

Her knees weak beneath her, Pragya realized with an odd sense of detachment that she was sliding to the floor. Her hands bunching the soft Egyptian cotton bed-sheets as she buried her face into their soft almost silken depths.

And then came the tears.

Harsh, raw, broken sobs, that threatened to tear her apart, and yet she couldn't stop.

Where did she go from here?

What was she supposed to do?

Her entire life Pragya Aurora, had spent dedicated to doing the right thing. Not the smart thing, not the thing she wanted to do, not easier thing - the right thing.

In a way, after the lack of security they'd dealt with since her father had died, drowning in debt, with a single shot to the head, and a cowardly note explaining why he was running away' - a part of her had felt that it fell to her to atone for her father's sins, by always doing the exact opposite of what he'd done. She had tried, oh so hard to be bland, and predictable and selfless - that now she had no idea what to do anymore.

She'd married the man she'd been bade to marry.

She'd loved the man she married.

But despite her nave, even childlike efforts - he hadn't been able to love her back. She hadn't been able to make him love her. And now, it was going to happen all over again, the scandal, the reproach, the pity.

But he would be there. He's not you're father. He is not abandoning you. He'll be here. - The silent voice in her mind forced Pragya to take a sharp shuddering breath, as she lifted her face from the bunched linen in her hands.

It was hardly his fault he didn't love her. It wasn't anyone's fault - was it? And Abhi was nothing like her father, he wasn't running away, or abandoning her, he was going to be right here. He'd said as much. She could trust him.

She could trust him, she repeated to herself, dashing the last traces of tears from her eyes, as she brought herself to her feet. She would survive this, she would get through, so what if the mohalla' decided to talk behind her back, she hadn't done anything wrong. And Abhi's support would stem the worst of it. Maybe she could go back and finish her PHD now, maybe she could find a way to build a life for herself.

To hell with doing it society's way. This time, Pragya thought with a smile to herself, she was going to do what she wanted, she'd be best friends with her ex-husband, she'd be Daadi's laadli, she'd be close to her family and she'd go finish her damn degree.

She wasn't her father's daughter, she wasn't a runner.

Pragya Aurora, did not flee in the face of scandal.

Or so she told herself bravely until Aaliya Mehra waltzed lightly into her room, her eyes alight with an unholy gleam.

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'Cause you've been burning bridges while
I've been building homes

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"Hello Bhabi." Sneered the younger woman, the harshness in her eyes aging her in inexplicable ways. Not that she cared, Aaliya Mehra had ceased to care about a lot of things a long time ago.

Or at least it felt that way to her.

This woman - this one disgusting, masquerading bitch had done this to her. She had made her the way she was. She'd blinded her brother, stolen Purab for her own sister, and now finally, finally, when she was supposed to be free of her she wasn't really going anywhere at all. Despondent, at how much he was afraid of hurting her, her once loving Bhai had confided to Aaliya that he wasn't so sure about the divorce after all.

Things between Tanu and him weren't what they used to be.

"And I don't even know if I want them to be, Aaliya." He'd admitted, his voice almost rueful. "She's changed me."

It was then that the rage inside her had turned into the icy calm she'd longed for. It was then that she'd realized what she would have to do.

Being thrown out of this house wasn't going to make her go away - Pragya Aurora needed to run, she needed to disappear, and the only person who could make her do that without Bhai bringing down the wrath of God was Pragya herself.

"Aaliya?" the soft guileless lilt in her tone incensing Aaliya even further.

Forcing a herself to look concerned, and commiserating, Aaliya stepped forward, gripping her hand in a show of solidarity - "I just wanted you to know Bhabi, that you're very brave to be doing what you're doing - I mean I know Bhaiya is compensating you of course with the bunglow and everything, but even so, I can't imagine letting him go through with the divorce on those grounds was an easy choice for you. Not when you had to admit to it all."

"What are you talking about?"

Aaliya, smiled, "The MMS of course. The reason Bhai offered ...well, everything...it's all over the news - didn't you see?"

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And I'm only your everything
When you feel alone

'Cause I'm irrelevant
You'll be fine without me

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"I think it's time."

The dull ache in his blood, was now roaring through his veins as Abhi forced himself to turn and face her. God knows, when he'd see her, if ever again, he'd be damned if he was going to spend his last moments with his back to her.

He may be drowning in guilt, but even raging self-hate wouldn't stop him from drinking in every sweet line of her face, and soaking in every last second with her. He may be damned for it, and in light of recent events he probably would be, but an eternity in purgatory wasn't what he was afraid of.

"Will you be staying... for the funeral?" he asked, his voice cautiously even, as allowed himself to finally look at her.

Soft, tousled curls, had escaped, the makeshift bun she'd piled them in, while dark smudges marred her perfect porcelain skin. She looked so tired, and so very beautiful.

" - I presume you are, in which case, there is the question of whether or not you would like to inform your family, it's likely they'll find out anyway but -"

"No."

"No?" repeated Abhi quizzically. "No you don't want to tell them?"

"No - I won't be here. For the funeral." She clarified, he gaze carefully averted as she waited for Abhi to reply.

"I see." He replied hoarsely, in a voice that clearly stated he did no such thing. For a second, Abhi felt pride clog his throat, refusing to allow him to let her see that her rejection had mattered, but just as swiftly it passed and swallowing fiercely he forced himself to ask - "Why?"

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And it's evident, it shows
And in your excellence
I forgot I used to have my own

You won't even notice that I'm

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"Why?"

If Pragya had a coin for every time she'd asked herself that question over the past year, she'd probably be as if not richer than Abhi himself.

As things stood however, that question seemed to push her ever so slightly over her invisible limit.

Why?

Her eyes latching onto his in stinging scorn, Pragya felt an uncharacteristically derisive sound escape her.

Even today the sharp cutting edge of his betrayal stung as if it had been but yesterday, and yet he had the audacity to ask why.

"I don't owe you an explanation." She snapped, already turning to grab for the doorknob. But even as she reached for it, even as she laid her hand on the cool brass knob, Pragya felt Abhi move with almost panther like grace, as a gentle yet firm hand held the door decidedly shut, a good foot above her reach.

"Tell me anyway."

If Pragya had been in any mood to listen, she would have caught the thread of desperation that Abhi have woven in those three terse words.

But she wasn't.

It was the first time she had been so close to him since that night.

And in that moment, it hadn't mattered that this time, Abhi wasn't a sopping drunk intent on revenge.

It hadn't mattered that she wasn't that same stupid girl.

All that mattered was that she make him hurt - as she had that night -

"Or what?" she taunted, her eyes never leaving his own tormented gaze, "You'll rape me? Again?"

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Gone

Are the days that I'll cling to you
Throw me to the lions and start anew

And who the hell are you
For the hell you've put me through

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Author's Note:

Hello! FINALLY managed to finish Chapter 8, and yes it looks like it is a bit of a Cliffie - BUT I did give you lots and lots of flashbacks - so I think I kinda compensated...Don't forget to Like and Review if you like what you read, and even if you don't I'd love to hear what you didn't fancy.

For now, Good-night Ladies!!

Chapter Eight - Torment Chapter Nine - Tremble