Abhigya FF:Night To Remember LAST ch PG 75 NEW FF LINK pg 1 - Page 10

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Ever since I had a word with him that night, wouldn't say a proper conversation, it was more of an outburst from his side which was much needed, things between us calmed down a bit. It didn't take me long to realize how much he hated my presence so I avoided as much as possible coming before him. Most of the time would get spent in reading newspapers or my books of the last semester and that too not in front of him, if he'd came in the room and find me sitting on the recliner, then I would step out in the balcony silently and if he'd wish to have some fresh air then I would go to the room giving him his much desired space. In one day he showed me how possessive he was about his every little thing and didn't appreciate my even touching them, so I did just what he wanted, wouldn't do the routine chores that a normal wife did for her husband, for instance taking out clothes for him in the morning along with his other important things like wallet, watch etc. If I'd find his things scattered around then I would quietly keep them on the table where he could spot them easily.

He wished to stay away from me and I was absolutely fine with it, even I wasn't interested in entering his private domain. Both of us shared the same room but still were complete strangers for each other yet pretty content with the way things were turning up. Until and unless it would become inevitable words were not exchanged between us, not just words even glances were not exchanged. Both preferred to live in their own world, turning a blind eye to the existence of the other.

Days turned into weeks and weeks into a month but nothing changed between us, if staying aloof, breathing in the same air which he did but separately, spending the days alone standing on the terrace, watching everybody lead a normal life and in the nights waiting for him to come back home drunk and not to forget having all the meals in isolation,( yes we never shared a meal together) meant living then I was very much alive. The deep and prolonged silence in our relationship was definitely better than the noise of breaking glasses and whiskey bottles.

I pulled the thread through the handkerchief and gazed at the pattern that I was stitching, apart from reading, handmade embroidery relaxed me a lot. A faint smile spread on my lips on seeing the letter B, Bulbull, simple and sweet person who would go out of her way to make me feel comfortable, though usually remained busy with her married life and oil painting but still was always there for me, not only she but even daadi ji and purab were always warm and nice to me.

He indeed had a small and loving family, though emotions were hardly expressed but still they could be felt. At least I could. Not sure about him because he always liked to stay quiet and recluse. There was an invisible glass wall between him and the rest of the family, through which they could easily see each other but couldn't reach out to him, probably he didn't want them to approach him or maybe even if they tried to his powerful cold aura didn't allow them to do so, whatever the reason maybe one thing that couldn't be overlooked was that he was a loner in spite of being with his family.

I sighed deeply and gazed at the wall clock it was past 12 and he had still not returned, either he would drown himself in his work or in alcohol. I continued to stitch different patterns for the remaining family members when all of a sudden the door opened and he came in carrying his trademark whiskey bottle, I shook my head and stood up gathering my things. With my eyes downcast I saw him walking slowly after locking the door. His walk was steady, maybe he wasn't drunk tonight. He unbuttoned his waist coat and dropped it on the bed. I shifted slightly. From the corner of my eye I now saw him slowly unbuttoning his shirt with one hand. And then the shirt was also thrown on the floor. Gulping the lump formed inside my throat my heart raced rapidly and my mind screamed loudly, what was wrong with him? Why had he bolted the door and why was he shedding his clothes? Tonight what did he have on his mind?

My eyes nervously wandered over the floor as I approached the door to go to the balcony . Suddenly a sharp groan escaped his mouth, I froze on the spot and turned sharply to glance over my shoulder. I was aghast to see a long deep cut on his back. For a moment my eyes were fixed on his back in disbelief, slowly my hand came up to cover my open mouth, I rushed to him and asked," suniye, what is this?"

He sat on the bed and looked at me through the mirror, wrinkling his nose he replied harshly," you are now Abhishekh Mehra's wife. Get used to all this."

He lifted the whiskey bottle and to my surprise poured it over his shoulder. I cringed as the alcohol flowed down reaching his back, he squeezed his eyes tightly as the liquid stung his wound. My face creased on seeing him in pain and I held his wrist to stop him from pouring more but he jerked my hand away and snapped," BACK OFF." I stepped back hearing him growl and rushed out of the room.

Reaching the kitchen I found purab having water and asked him worriedly," what happened to him?"

He shook his head dismissing my concern and replied proudly," nothing... some basta*ds were smuggling drugs in our area. Now how could abhi tolerate that?"

Even though he was a gangster but never indulged in drugs and human trafficking. Surprisingly he was a gangster with principles. Surely he must have beaten the drug peddlers black and blue and got wounded in the process but couldn't they visit a doctor before coming back home? If he didn't bother then at least purab could have taken him there.

"he is so badly wounded. Couldn't you take him to a doctor?" I asked while making a turmeric powder paste. He scratched the back of his neck and replied with a grin on his face," abhi, doesn't bother a doctor for such small things." His brother was bleeding and instead of getting him treated he was supporting his mindless habit of not visiting the doctor for such injuries?

Nonsense!

Annoyed and startled with his reply I left the kitchen, on the way back my gaze fell on some basil (tulsi) leaves kept for puja, picking some I crushed them with my hand and mixed them with the turmeric paste.

In the room he was struggling to cover the wound with a piece of cotton, I stood behind him and removed the cotton, his head shot up instantly and he roared," what the..." before he could scold me further I interrupted and said firmly," please, bear me for just five minutes. Afterwards shout at me as much as you want." His eyes glared at me in protest through the mirror but I lowered mine and started applying the paste on his cut carefully. He hissed in pain, the paste stung him but still it was far better than that alcohol. I bit my lower lip seeing the cut, why was he so careless when it came to protecting his own life? My eyes travelled up and noticed that his neck was also bruised, I inched forward and stood before him, he raised his eyes and glanced at my hand. Hesitantly approaching him, my trembling fingers touched his neck gingerly, he moved back slightly in response, my eyes shifted from his wound to meet his dark intense ones. My heart thudded loudly inside my chest, this sudden closeness was unnerving not only me but him too. But there was no other option. I moved my hand one more time and applied the paste on his neck, without dropping my eyes and surrendering before his sharp gaze.

"listen, don't tell daadi that I got hurt."

I nodded my head, perhaps he didn't wish to see anybody getting worried for him. Like always thinking first about his family. How typical of him!

The clouds thundered and lightning struck hard outside thereby breaking our eye lock. He chuckled seeing me startle, lowering my head I walked toward the balcony when I heard him ask," what? Scared of lightening? Not fond of rains? "

Thundering of clouds and rain reminded me of my past, in particular ofhim. There was a time when I enjoyed the rains but not anymore. One rainy night I lost everything, my love and my happiness. In fact I lost myself. Pulling the doors shut I replied bitterly," hate. I hate the rains." HATE, a very strong emotion but that's what I felt about the rain.

He cocked an eyebrow in surprise and said," so there is finally something about which we feel and think alike." He was amused that there was something in common between us, if our likes didn't match then at least our dislikes matched somewhere.

I crossed my arms before my chest and leaned against the door. The bells on my dupatta tingled along with my green glass bangles in the silent room as I peered at his wounded back. He brought the bottle to his lips and throwing his head back drank the liquid and said," it was raining like this when I spotted tanu for the first time. It was quite dark. And I couldn't see her face clearly. I wish I had seen her real face." He shook his head in defeat, blaming himself for falling for the wrong girl that evening.

I often thought, what hurt him more? tanu not loving him back or her leaving him stranded on the wedding day? Hardly afraid to open my mouth in front of him I asked," what angers you more, that you loved tanu or that she left you?" his head snapped up at once and his eyes once again glared at me, threatening for being so blunt and outspoken. Probably my questions made him forcefully face the reality which he always tried to shy away from. Noticing the hurt in his eyes even I wished I had not been so blatant with him.

Seeing me not bowing down to his angry glares, his eyes softened a bit and he dropped his gaze," had she been honest then I wouldn't have gone ahead with the proposal...wouldn't have to face the humiliation. Also I wouldn't have dreamed a future with her and perhaps it would have pained less."

I nodded my head, so I was right, it was tanu's betrayal that hurt him and his ego more, had she refused his proposal in the beginning itself he would have been less hurt, he had the capacity to deal with rejection but she played with his feelings which he couldn't tolerate. I looked at him as he continued to immerse his sorrows in alcohol," suniye, I don't think drinking helps. On the contrary I feel the more you confront your pain the less it begins to hurt." I didn't know why but it ached me to see him punishing himself for no fault of his, every night he drank hoping that he would feel better later but did it really help him? Did it lessen his frustration? No, then why was he ruining his life for someone who didn't care for him?

I picked up my sewing kit and handkerchiefs and opened the cupboard to keep them just then a handkerchief that had tanu embroidered on it fell. i picked it at once hoping that he didn't see it.

I turned around and looked at him in surprise, I always believed that he was oblivious to what I was going through and maybe he even found pleasure in seeing me distressed. But no, he did notice the loneliness in my lifeless eyes. We both were suffering in our lives, the only difference being that he made it quite apparent whereas I didn't. His eyes hovered around my face demanding an answer to his questions. I sighed deeply and said," I'll fetch you your dinner." My pain and grief solely belonged to me, which I didn't wish to share with anybody not even him.

Minutes later I came back with a tray carrying two dinner plates, yes I wouldn't have food before him not because I was in anyway emotionally attached to him nor did I intend to get into his good books, it was simply because of the way I had been brought up, since childhood I had seen Maa waiting for baba to have his meal first, she would do it out of love and care whereas I was doing it as one of the marital duties bestowed upon my shoulders. After laying down his plate I picked up mine and left the room, had it not been raining I would have gone to the poolside, that's what I usually did when he came back home late at night. He would drink, put a few morsels down his throat and then doze off unaware that someone would be watching him closely behind the curtains, waiting for him to sleep so that his legs could be placed properly on the bed and comforter be pulled up to cover him securely.

I peeped inside the room, he was struggling to have rice and dal, I asked hesitantly, "if you wish I can help..." before I could complete my sentence he raised his palm in the air, stopping me, I knew he would react like this, taking someone's help was just not him. I shook my head and turned around walking aimlessly in the corridor, stopping midway I looked down at the hall and dining table, a place where we sat together just once and that too only for a brief moment.

If he'd be having any meal of the day with the family then I would prefer to stay in the kitchen till he'd be done with and if he'd have any plans of eating out and daadi ji or anybody else would have prior information of it then I would join the rest of the family at the dining table. I didn't have the right to call on his cell and know about his whereabouts, in fact I didn't even have his number.

My eyes began to get heavy, one more time I peered inside, this time he was sprawled on the huge bed by lying on his stomach , I tiptoed inside the room, then carefully lifted his falling head and placed it on the pillow, pursing my lips I wondered," why? Why tanu? Why did you do this to him?" like always there was no one to answer me, I covered him with the comforter and walked to the recliner. After lighting the lamp I flopped onto the recliner.

As per daily routine the next morning I brought in his breakfast tray, just like I wouldn't eat with him, I wouldn't cook for him as well, the very next day of our marriage he had clearly showed how much he disliked food made by me, so the cooks did the chores and I'd just make sure that the food was as per his taste. If one out of three dishes would be prepared by me then the one which was cooked by me wouldn't be offered to him. I didn't wish to force anything on him.

He was trying to wriggle his arm through the shirt, his eyes squeezed a bit because of pain, the wound on his back was still a bit fresh, knowing well that he would not accept my suggestion even then I suggested," I guess we should call for the doctor." With his back facing me he stared at my reflection in the mirror and replied coldly while tucking in the shirt in his pants," No need." Making him understand the simplest of things was a tough task for people around him. Disappointed, I left the room after keeping the tray, there was no point in arguing with him, he wouldn't listen.

The day went by doing the normal daily chores, cooking, reading, stitching etc. Daadi ji wasn't feeling well and wished to have something light for dinner, I thought of making khichdi for her so stood on the stool to take out the necessary ingredients from the upper shelf, god knows what had gotten into me that I decided to pick both the heavy jars containing rice and lentils together, as a result was about to trip when I heard him call out, "PRAGYA ! " thereafter I couldn't balance myself and fell down. He was there by my side in a flash and asked with concern filled eyes," you're alright?" I frowned and looked back at him, what was it that had made me actually fall, the heavy jars or his taking my name for the first time ever since we got married? Seeing him look down at me waiting for a reply, I nodded my head in a daze, "yeah, I am fine." My back was hurting badly, rice and lentils were all over me, the kitchen was in a complete mess, I had no clue as to what had happened just a while back, totally in a state of shock, still I guess I was fine. He shook his head and went out. I stood up on my own gazed at the floor then slapped my forehead, how clumsy I could be?

His deep intense voice resonated in my ears as I combed my wet hair with my fingers sitting before the dressing table. It felt different to hear my name from his lips, I closed my eyes and his worried face flashed before me. My heart still skipped a beat or two as his voice continued to echo in my ears. What was happening with me? Getting irritated by myself I opened my eyes and saw him entering the room.

I turned around immediately on noticing his bruised neck swollen a bit, few hours back he looked fine or did I fail to take notice?," your neck..looks swollen." He was so careless, I thought while standing up. Then went close to him and found that even the cut was bleeding slightly, creasing my forehead I said," you're even bleeding." I opened the cupboard hurriedly to take out cotton but it had finished, I grabbed the embroidered handkerchief which came in my hand and went back to him and pressed the wound slightly with it," let me get an ice pack to bring down the swelling." To my surprise he didn't protest and cleaned the cut with the handkerchief. Before he changed his mind I stormed out to get the ice pack.

But when I came back, I found the handkerchief thrown on the floor," I told you I don't want to see anything that belongs to Tanu. Do you relish seeing me in pain? Do you like scrapping my wounds?" Upset and irked with his outburst, I picked up the handkerchief silently and handed him the ice pack.

Then opened the handkerchief fully before his eyes. His gaze fell onAbhi

Turning on my heel to leave, I stopped at the door and glanced over my shoulder. His head hung low. And that hurt me!

No matter how much we distanced from each other, our lives were closely connected because it was not just about his incomplete story butmine too.

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Great update 👏
He called her pragya 😳 that was beautiful.
What would be the reason for pragya's hate towards rain?
This is really interesting.
Could u provide link for this story which u have written in other forum and please update soon

I was checking daily for your update so it was a lovely surprice to get your PM today ..
I loved it ..the way you portrayed their private world together was so good they are close but yet so far they are together but so lonely and also the small careful unintentional steps towards each other ...I just loved it

please update soon can not wait to see what will happen to them next

I loved it rose.
Really a perfect upd.
Pragya anyways she doing her wifely duties I loved it.
Didn't know when they start to love soon.
Update soon, thanks for pm

Loved it! Your writing is so sharp, so many emotions. So Abhi hates rain and we all know why, but Pragya too, did the person whom she loved get murdered or something and is it linked with rain? Cause she has lost her love as well na? Nice to see Abhi taking her name, feeling so bad for both of them, hope their relation progresses soon! <3

awesome update. As your last chapters it was full of emotion. abhi may not like pragya but at least he cares for her safety even for a moment. Thanks for the pm and waiting for the next chapter.