AbhiGya Fiction - FROZEN - CHP. 10 C & HAPPY ENDING UPDATED - COMP - Page 8

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Chapter 7: An Almost Happily Ever After

"Abhi" I repeated a little louder this time, and opened my door to him.

"Aww, it's only Abhi, not pretty boy Viren" he mocked me.

"Abhi, you are pitch drunk. What are you doing here?" I whispered in surprise.

"Why, is entry here restricted for Viren only?" he spat, holding onto my door for support.

His arrogant ignorance irritated me, it evoked a deep seated anger in me. But for starters, I caught hold of his wrist and pulled him inside my house. He staggered inside with my support and crashed on a couch.

I rushed to the kitchen to fetch lime water.

"Abhi, drink this."

"No."

"Why?"

"I need to figure out a few things, keeping my ego aside. When I am drunk, I let go of inhibitions. It helps" he muttered looking at me.

"You are not in a state to discuss anything, so we won't" I retorted

"Says who?"

"Abhi, honestly, can't you see ----"

"No. First you tell me - Says who? Prags, Chashmish, Pragya or Viren's fiance?"

"How does it matter, according to you, all of them are the same - me." But I was surprised at the pain that came from my own voice. He seemed to have heard it too.

"No, they are all not the same - Viren's fiance is different. I hate her."

"You don't know her" I replied, I knew it that he wouldn't see through my statement.

"I don't want to know her - I just want to pluck her out of you - the rest all are okay - Prags, chashmish, Pragya - all are mine. Just mine." He finished. His dominating ownership over me, it infuriated me - I felt commoditized - I remembered all those days when I survived like a living dead after my first break-up with him - how I was never whole again - that feeling when he looked my eyes and said I wasn't good enough for him - how dare he now. In my anger I stopped playing Viren's fiance. I wanted to tell him off today - once and for all and get it off my chest - I couldn't act matured about it anymore - My long buried pain found utterance at last.

"Abhishek Prem Mehra. I am not Viren's fiance. He is engaged to someone else."

He stared at me aghast, he opened his mouth once or twice to protest, but he just gulped more air. I seized the opportunity and continued.

"However, you know what? That is the least of our worries. Prags, Chashmish or Pragya, none are your's to claim. I am an independent woman and I don't need you. You left me once, and I somehow managed to survive, I won't let myself go through the same pain again - You know what Abhi, now you're not worth it." I breathed out heavily. But in return he just smiled.

"What?" I asked irritated at his smile.

"Not Viren's fiance. Our worries. Us" he mumbled to himself, as I was shaking in anger at his fake sense of victory. I left him at the couch and was walking away inside, when he spoke.

"But Prags was always mine."

I shut my eyes in anger, and I don't know from where that wretched tear came escaping. I rubbed it off my cheek with fierce force and turned around.

"Prags is dead Abhishek. You killed her." I sighed.

"NO" he screamed suddenly, like he was hallucinating something painful. I looked at him surprised. But he sprang up from the couch and dashed towards me. He caught hold of my shoulders roughly and shook me hard.

"Prags is not dead. Never say that" he responded savagely. I only stared at him with treacherous tears threatening to come out. I didn't reply. He noticed my state and calmed a bit. Then he whispered,"Prags is all I have, never say that Chashmish"

"But she was never the one, remember?" I sneered.

"Don't say that" he whispered as his tears spilled out.

"I was quoting you" I whispered with a cracked voice.

"I was young, I had forgotten myself. It was always her. Bring her back" he pleaded.

"I can't. She is long gone." Now I was crying silently.

"Be mine Pragya, we will bring her back" he whispered hoarsely in my ears.

"What? Never." I replied, as my old anger was coming back again.

"I am Sorry Pragya. Please come back to me" he pleaded again.

"Never. I can never trust you. You don't love me. You will ditch me again" I stammered. At that point I knew one thing, that never in my life had I loved anyone more than Abhi - hence if Abhi kept coming close to me, I would eventually give in - but I also was sure of the knowledge that he never loved me - it irritated me to think, why he wanted me in his life, when he didn't love me at all? If it was a frenzy, he could pull out his whim on anyone - why be a sadist and choose the person who really loves him - it couldn't be difficult for him to not ask me out considering he didn't love me, but it was difficult for me to reject him - then why can't he just leave me alone and let me be? Male pride? I didn't trust his feelings one bit - but I hopelessly loved him always.

As I stood there looking at him absently, he spoke again.

"I almost lost you. I can't risk it again - I love you. And overtime, you will see that you can trust me this time. That's it then, in my head we are together again." He finished with a gentle smile. As I stood there in dismay, at his drunken brawl, he kissed my forehead softly and went inside my bedroom and crashed on my bed.

As for me, I followed him inside and stood there motionless as he slept peacefully on my bed - And guess what? I had Prags's silly, happy smile plastered all over my face - damn me. As for Abhi, he just rolled on to his side, and I heard a faint murmur.

"Mine, mine, mine"

***

I lay in my parent's bedroom, wide awake, the greater part of the night. I kept thinking of how to react, where was my stand? Was I with Abhi again? Did I accept him back? Who was I, the Pragya who knows, Abhi would eventually break her heart or the Prags who hopelessly swayed to his lead - who was I? What did I want? And most importantly, would Abhi remember any of this, when he woke up the next morning?

I only caught up with sleep in the early hours of the morning, so I had no clue when my alarm rang - I must have snoozed it in my sleep. But then my deep slumber was irked by a pair of gruff hands cautiously nudging my shoulder - and a faint voice.

"Pragya, don't you have to go for work? It's 10"

"Mmm, gimmefivemoremins" I mumbled in my sleep. But then, the strangeness of the situation made me conscious. Who was this man waking me up in my own house?

I jerked my eyes open, and it was burning due to insufficient sleep and the harsh sunlight filtering through the window. I automatically raised my hand to me eyes to block the sunlight, when I saw him. He moved towards the window and drew the curtains for me.

"Abhi?" I sounded surprised to myself too.

"I was drunk last night Pragya, not you. Why are you surprised?" he chuckled slightly, ad handed me my glasses from the bedside table. I adjusted the frame and saw that he had freshened up.

"What ---" I had only begun.

"Later Pragya, it's 10 now, you are late for work already. Go freshen up, I will fetch breakfast"

"What?" I again found myself repeating. This time many things didn't make sense. I was late for work? Like that ever happened with me! And it was 10!?! I was sleeping till 10? And he will go fetch breakfast? He? ABHI!

He didn't reply to my what, he just pulled me out of my bed and pushed me by my shoulders to the washroom.

"Now get ready fast! I will drop you at work"

I came out of the washroom, ready, but still bewildered. Why was Abhi acting thus? What was going on in his mind? Did he remember what he said last night? Or is he being his goofy, friendly self? But I didn't question him as yet - I silently came out in the living area, and was about to go to the kitchen to fetch breakfast - but to my surprise, I found it was already laid on the table. There was toast with marmalade, Spanish omelette and orange juice. I stood there gaping - Abhi had made these? Nothing was making sense.

Then I saw him coming out of the kitchen talking to a younger boy with a freckly face and spikey hair - I had never seen him around - I didn't know how to react - who was he? Why was he in the kitchen and how did Abhi know him? Abhi however didn't notice me coming and continued talking to him.

"Acha Robin, breakfast is okay, now go pack her lunchbox"

The so-called Robin nodded and went back to the kitchen.

"Excuse me?" was all I could muster at this point when he looked at me and smiled.

"There you are - come breakfast is ready" he smiled warmly. What the hell, I thought.

"Abhi, what is going on? Who is this boy? What are you doing?" I blurted out. His smile faltered for a second. But before he could respond. The boy named Robin came back with my lunch packed and ready.

"Ma'am here is your lunch"

"Thanks" I said automatically and took the lunchbox from him and looked questioningly at Abhi.

"Pragya meet Robin, and Robin meet your new ma'am" Abhi introduced.

"Hello ma'am, is there anything else you need? Or shall I go make the bed?" asked Robin earnestly.

I just shook my head and he left for my bedroom. I looked up at Abhi.

"What is going on? Who is he?" I demanded.

"Robin, Ramu kaka's nephew" he replied cheekily.

I exhaled in frustration, "And who is Ramu kaka?" I asked through gritted teeth.

"Daadi's domestic aid manager at home" he replied promptly.

"Abhi, this is not funny - what is going on?"

"I will explain everything, but not now. Let me drop you to work - we will meet for dinner in the evening - I will tell you everything then - I promise" he replied sincerely. My irritated and confused side wanted to argue more, but my rational side took over - I was indeed very late for work today. I couldn't avoid the dinner because I would get my answers there - answers I was a bit too keen to find out I saw.

"Okay - but you don't need to drive me to work. I will manage."

Then I had breakfast and left for work, leaving Abhi and Robin behind.

***

It was half past eight in the evening, Abhi was to pick me up in another fifteen minutes for dinner - and I was still as disoriented about the morning - and I still didn't know, what was going on in his mind.

***

We were sitting at a plush terrace bar that was fully booked by Abhi. It was nice and windy and the ambience seemed to calm my overworked nerves a little bit.

"So, what would like to drink Pragya?"

"Abhi, cut this nonsense now - what was all that in the morning?"

"I felt you needed taking care of, so when I told daadi, she sent Robin. Please don't refuse chashmish, you will break my daadi's heart"

"Thanks for your concern Abhi, but I don't need taking care of. I can manage myself"

"Managing isn't always enough Pragya - besides Robin has recently lost his parents, he has nowhere to go. He was staying at ours but being young he wasn't able to render professional services - he kept getting scolded - daadi thought the poor boy was unhappy and needed a less formal and cozy home - so when I mentioned you, she felt you both needed each other"

Something about Robin losing his parents touched me. He was in my team - alone and clueless, I knew it in my heart that Robin wasn't going anywhere. But now I had other pressing matters to discuss right now - and now when I could ask him those, and get his answers too, I didn't know what to ask him. What would I ask him? If we were together? What if he didn't remember anything? And other than the conversation and drunken brawl last night, there wasn't anything out of ordinary to discuss. I needed answers, but didn't know how to ask - and damn this man, he wasn't going to say anything unless I asked.

We ate quietly, other than his random jokes and comments and our age old banter. He was driving me back home - I had reached, I was about to get out of the car, when deja-vu hit me. I turned around and faced him - he looked like he was going down the same memory lane as I did - Delhi.

"Abhi, do you remember anything from last night?" I whispered.

He looked at me for a few long seconds and responded, "Yes, everything"

I was startled, the calculative part of my brain had long since assumed he didn't remember anything and loosely based on that, I let my thoughts wander.

"Including what you said, before passing out on my bed?" I asked, hating to hear the hopeful tone in my voice.

He bent his head down, "Yes"

"What did you mean?" I asked.

"I meant I love you Pragya. And I want to be with you. I can see why you don't want this, but I want you to know, that in my heart, I have taken you - you are mine. I have given myself to you too - it's up to you to take me or shove me away, I will respect whatever you decide" his eyes were dry, but strangely red, like he was under some tremendous pressure.

"I don't believe you when you say you love me. I don't trust you Abhi. If I open my heart to you, you will wound me and leave again. I can't risk it"

"It's my earning then. But please allow me to love you. Forever."

aafrah i almost thought that he forgot everything

Thanks for the lovely update dear. Pls update soon. Loved this one. Great going dear.
Loads of hatred 😆 kidding love,
Adah 😉

Robin.. Ramu kaka's nephew.. 😆 I was giggling when I read how Abhi answered..

Awesome! But remembering you said about a sad ending will Pragya experience a major heartbreak? Glad you included robin tho! <3