Abhigya OS: The Muse (FINISHED)

Today was just not his day. He woke up with a cockroach staring down at him from the ceiling above (Abhi swore it even waved at him- the nerve!). Pragya and him had screamed for at least five minutes straight before Robin came to the rescue. After that rude awakening, it seemed Lady Mogambo 'nahi khush hua' and was extra mean to everyone- including him. She was ordering people around like no tomorrow.

"You're all going to clean this whole mansion and I want no rock, pillow or sauce pan unturned! I've been giving you all cleaning duties for days now so how could there be something as filthy as a cockroach in my room?!!! Obviously, you all haven't been working hard enough! Now go- clean!!!!!!!!"... and that was only part of her rant.

As usual, Abhi went to work with LM (Lady Mogambo) and was busy the whole day, working with his composer on his new album while Pragya worked on accounts and money. Abhi had to admit his office looked to be in tip-top order since LM took control. Even his (well, her...) employees had gotten used to their new strict boss and working much more efficiently.

The worst part of the day was when one of the producer's came to his office and when he saw Pragya working there, he began to hit on her! Of course, he did it subtly- he was pretending to propose a business deal with Pragya but Abhi could see right through him. Abhi was watching the whole scene in horror from outside the office, through the glass window. The producer kept staring down at her cleavage area (despite it being covered!) whenever she was reading a new file or looking away. The lust in his eyes made Abhi want to storm in and kill the sleazebag. What was worse was that Pragya was totally unaware of his filthy gestures! At the breaking point, Abhi watched with a terrible anger as the producer place his hand on top of her delicate ones. Abhi was ready to break the door down.

But by this point of time, Pragya had tensed and quickly stood up from her seat, now aware of what was really going on. She gave the man a slight smile (why would she do that?! Is she going to flirt too?!!!), handed him back his files and then pointed towards the door, telling him to leave. To Abhi's relief, the producer did just that and as he brushed past Abhi (Abhi made sure he did), Abhi said in a low ominous voice,

"Don't you dare even look at my Pragya again. Got that?" To which the producer, shocked, nodded and walked off quickly.

And what made the day worse was at that moment of time, Abhi was once again reminded of the fact that he wasn't actually married anymore to Pragya.

So it really wasn't a great day at all but his wait for the best part of the day kept him going.

Now LM wanted a new song- the best song he had ever written, but he was stuck. He had no idea what to write. Lyrics for his new song were just not coming to him.

LM walked into the room, saw the tensed Abhi on the bed, sighed, smiling, and locked the door of their room. She walked up to Abhi and bent over to give him a peck on the cheek.

"Don't look so serious! No pressure! The lyrics will come to you soon!" She tried to encourage him as she opened the bedside drawer to retrieve her Fuggy glasses. She turned to the mirror and put them on so that they fit perfectly on her nose. She smiled at her reflection, content. Just the way I like it. Just the way he likes it.

Abhi, in a dreamy state, finally looked up to see his chashmish and instantly, his face lit up.

"Fuggy! I missed you!" He grabbed her arm and pulled her down so that she sat in his lap, making Pragya scream out in shock. He then wrapped his arms around her and nestled his head at the base of neck, feeling her warmth and smelling the sweet fragrance he cherished. Pragya felt his beard tickle her bare skin and laughed.

"Ey, Rockstar! Why are you so tense?"

"Because Lady Mogambo wants the best song ever but I can't think of anything!" Abhi pouted like a child.

"Hey, you know that she's only saying that. Of course she wants you to be a super-duper hit but don't force yourself to come up with something!"

"But I don't want to disappoint her..."

"Hmm?"

"She's scary!"

"Are, meri Rockstar!" Seeing him so cute, Pragya couldn't help herself and cupped her hands over Abhi's cheeks, pulled him in closer to her face and gave him another peck on the cheek. Abhi looked up at her, smiling, his eyes shining. Pragya had noticed that she always had some power over him whenever she held his face. Pragya loved the look he gave, the way he just melted and succumbed to Pragya's touch. "I'll tell Lady Mogambo to go a little easier on you- just a little! You need disciplining!" Pragya smiled.

Abhi realised how close the two were to each other. His hands were all over her, holding her petite body in his big arms. And she had her soft hands on his face, her light touches, teasing and caressing, felt like small sparks on his skin. He could look into her eyes for as long as he wanted. She was his, he was hers and there was no-one in between. This was perfect. How he'd longed to do this in the days Fuggy wasn't with him. He couldn't begin to describe how happy he was. Since the day he met Pragya, they had to go through so much. Abhi knew those days of struggle won't over yet but at least at night times, when his Fuggy returned to him, they could stay in their own form of peace.

"Pragya, I love you. I love you. I love you, I really do," Abhi said, "I can't live without you. Please, don't ever leave me. I beg you."

Pragya noticed tears glistening in Abhi's eyes and felt her heart melt. She had never thought she'd find such happiness but there he was, the person she loved the most loved her back. What more she could have wanted?

Pragya smiled and rested her forehead on his, closing her eyes, "I love you too- more than you'll ever know. I'd never leave you. Never. I couldn't."

Hearing this, Abhi smiled, his eyes shining and tilted his face upwards so that their noses touched. He felt a tear drop fall on his chest.

"Fuggy, are you crying?!" Abhi nuzzled Pragya's face playfully. Pragya laughed, wiping away the tears on her face.

"Buddhu, you're the one crying!" Pragya said through tears and laughter. Abhi felt his face- she was right. He laughed as well as he wiped away Pragya's remaining tears while she wiped away his. They couldn't stop smiling.

"Enough of this emotional stuff! I don't get to spend much time with my Fuggy and I want to make the most of it before Lady Mogambo returns!" declared Abhi. He pulled Pragya in closer so that she was secure against his chest and then bent over to pick up the blank piece of paper on his bed. Pragya, realising he had had the intention of writing, tried to get up but Abhi quickly secured her down again.

"I'm going to hold you the whole time so don't even try to move," he said with such intensity that Pragya's gape slowly turned into a cute pout. She nodded in compliance and then wrapped her arms around Abhi's neck and looked down to see the paper as well.

"The thing is, now that I know what true love is, I want these lyrics to be perfect. I don't want it to be cliche or superficial," explained Abhi.

"Acha, so it isn't Lady Mogambo that was putting so much pressure on you- you were!"

"I want this song to be about us. It has to be perfect. I want to make my Fuggy happy."

"But I am happy-"

"No! Happier! You're always giving up your happiness for others and from and now on, I'm going to make sure you're always happy, no matter what."

"I... I thought we weren't going to be all emotional again... let...let's start writing the song..." stuttered Pragya with great difficulty as Abhi's intense gaze hadn't changed.

"Say, what did I do to get someone like you?" Abhi smiled, nuzzling Pragya again.

"I ask myself that everyday! I mean, I'm WAY out of your league. See, I'm so perfect. I'm an angel, and you're... you're...well," at this point of time, Abhi made a face, scrunching up his nose, "yes- you're that... a rascal."

"Hey, you're the one who fell for this rascal!" Abhi tickled Pragya's stomach who bent over, laughing, trying to stop him.

"Okay, maybe falling in love with you is the only mistake I've ever made!" Pragya laughed.

"Hey, what did you say?! Are you forgetting, you're in my lap right now?!" Abhi continued to tickle her relentlessly.

"Suniye!...Please! Please stop! The others will hear us!" Pragya pleaded and Abhi immediately stopped.

"Come to think of it, you confessed long time back..." Abhi said, deep in thought, "With that poem! You wrote a poem for me- that confession challenge! And that time, you helped me with those lines! What were they again? Adhora sa hai, adhoori si..."

Pragya blushed, going a scarlet red. "Those... those were stupid!" She couldn't look directly at Abhi.

"No, those words really affected me... can I use some of them? Or maybe, you can recite it to me, so I can get some ideas?"

"No-"

"I won't copy all the lines-"

"No, that's not the main issue! Whatever is mine, is yours. It's just... aren't they lame?"

"Where did all your self confidence go?! Seriously Fuggy, I've been in this music industry for a while and it's very rare to hear a song that truly means anything at all! One of the most valuable lessons I've learnt from you, from all you bak-bak, is that the most beautiful creations come from the heart. And your words are always from here." Abhi lightly placed his hand near Pragya's heart, making Pragya smile. All of Pragya's embarrassment and shyness seemed to have dissipated.

"Fine, if it'll help you, I'll find the piece of paper I wrote it on. I think it's somewhere in the change room..." Pragya tried to get up but Abhi pulled her back down.

"Ey, why don't you ever listen to me?! Why do you keep trying to separate yourself from me?! I said I was going to hold you for the whole night-!" Abhi shouted, acting enraged.

Pragya, seeing right through his acting answered back, "Aree! I'm getting what you asked for-!"

"We can get it together, can't we?!"

"What?! How-?"

"Like this!" And with that, Abhi carefully stood up from the bed, carrying Pragya in his arms. Once again surprised, Pragya had to secure herself by wrapping her arms around his necks. For a second, she felt quite disorientated but the feeling didn't last long. She was quite used to Abhi sweeping her off her feet. "Now direct me where to go, my lady," he said, courteously.

"This is so impractical," Pragya said sighing. Secretly, she was enjoying all this attention. "Just take me to the change room, my rascal."

---

Pragya's poetry did wonders for Abhi. He did end up using some of her lines and continued the lyrics so that they fit into the melody. With Pragya in his arms while Abhi acted as the scribe, the two discussed and shared ideas, writing most of the song together.

At one point of the writing, wanting a break, Abhi said, "You're like my Muse, Fuggy! You've given me inspiration to write in a time where I couldn't think of anything!"

"Hmm? A Muse?" Pragya asked, surprised at this sudden change of topic.

"Yes, a Muse- you know, those things that visit writers when they're stuck-"

"I know what a Muse is! I'm just surprised you know about them..."

"Hey, Fuggy! What are you suggesting?! That I don't read?!"

"You don't read," Pragya said bluntly.

"Yes I do!"

Pragya eyed him suspiciously.

Abhi finally buckled under the pressure, "Fine! I saw it in some Hollywood movie. It was such a boring movie except this one scene. There was this writer and this Muse came and visited him and then..." Abhi had his mischievous smirk on.

"And then?... Why are you looking at me like that?" Pragya asked, worried. That look only meant only one thing. He was up to no good. No good at all...

"And then... well, in order to give him inspiration...they... well... you know..." Abhi winked, leaning in closer to Pragya.

Pragya, a deep scarlet now, said, "No, I don't know!"

"Then let me show you..."

"No! I don't want to be shown anything! Anything at all!"

"Don't be so shy, meri sharmili Fuggy..."

"Shaadi ki baad!" (After marriage!)

"I consider you my wife so this should be okay..."

"Shaadi ki baad!"

"We're going to get married sometime. We're sure of that. We're going to have to do it one day or another so why not now, ey?"

"Shaadi ki baad!!!"

Abhi had gotten so close to Pragya that their noses were touching. After a few tense seconds, Abhi burst out laughing, moving his face away, much to Pragya's relief.

"You should see your face right now! You've gone so red! Sach mooch, fuggy tara! (really, like a balloon!)"

"Oh, whatever! You're trying to slack off! Get back to work! " Pragya looked away, but smiled to herself.

"Aw, you're no fun!" Abhi pouted but Pragya's glare remained, "Fine, fine! Right now, I'm finding it hard to differentiate you from Lady Mogambo... so strict, so mean..."

"Emotional blackmail won't work on me, Mr Abhishek Prem Mehra. And you ought to stop picking on Lady Mogambo so much! You know she's actually not that bad! Anyway, write-!"

"Vaise, Fuggy, while I was getting close to you, not for once did you move away from me." Abhi's grin was back, "Don't tell me you were actually wanting to..." Abhi winked.

"No! It's nothing like that! I just... stop smiling like that!!! I just knew you wouldn't do anything like that..."

"Really now? You have that much trust in me? What if I couldn't control myself? Like now," Abhi swiftly pulled Pragya's face up to his and planted kisses all over her face.

"SHAADI KI BAAD!!!" Pragya laughed through the kisses, trying to push Abhi away.

---

It was past midnight when Abhi was adding the finishing touches to his song and in all his contemplation, he hadn't noticed that Pragya was growing heavier in his arms. She had gone completely silent in the last forty-five minutes or so, initially allowing Abhi space to think before gradually falling asleep. When Abhi finally finished, he slowly drifted out of the dreamy world he was in in his head and the first thing he noticed was the tingling sensation on his neck from Pragya's soft breathing. In all the quiet, he could hear her taking long breaths. He watched as her chest rose and fell in a slow rhythm, her head resting snuggly on his chest, her eyes closed. Seeing her at such ease made Abhi too feel calm and content. He wanted to curl up right there and then and then fall into a blissful sleep with her but he realised their room light was still on.

He tried to get up from the bed as carefully as he could with Pragya still in his arms and walked to the light switch. He checked if the door was locked. Normally, before they went to sleep, Pragya always unlocked the door so as not to draw any suspicion from the others about Abhigya's true relationship with each other. But this night, Abhi wanted to keep it locked.

As he walked back to the bed, Pragya murmured in her sleep, "Did you finish the song?"

"Yes," Abhi whispered back, cursing himself for waking her up.

"That's...that's great! Let's go to sleep then?"

"Yes, let's."

"I'll go unlock the door-"

"No! I want to sleep with you in my arms tonight."

"But, people will think-"

"Just one night! Please! All I'm doing is just hugging you. Please?"

Pragya, too tired to protest, just pressed herself closer to Abhi's chest as her answer, seeking his warmth.

And so these two slept in this way, holding each other through the whole night, with Abhi's Fuggy safe in his arms. Abhi enjoyed it while he could as he knew he'd have to wait till the next night when his muse would come to visit him again...

aur chahiye, plsss :)

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