Abhi-Pragya fiction: RESTLESS (Epilogue- Page 85, Dec 29) - Page 60

I crashed into Abhi's arms hugging him as tight as I could. He repeatedly kissed my head holding me protectively. I was grinning and whimpering at the same time with joy and he caressed my head soothing me into composure. He let me go as we heard Bulbul squealing and she came and hugged me.

"Congratulations, Bhai. Finally...!" Aaliyah punched Abhi's arm before hugging him.

"Thank you, Aaliyah", Abhi said kissing her forehead.

"You guys had me do so much drama. Pragya, I can't believe you were hiding this from us", my mother complained.

"He was also hiding this from us until a couple of months ago", Abhi's Daadi pulled his ears.

"At least they have told us now and given us a reason to celebrate", my Daadi said conclusively and my mother instructed us to take blessings of the two old ladies. Abhi and I touched both the Daadis' feet and my mother's.

"I still can't believe rockstar is in my house. I have to be one of your biggest fans, my would be Jiju", Bulbul remarked in her unbelievable joy.

"Aww Bulbul, finally I have a fan in the family. None of these people appreciate me", he pointed to his Daadi, Aaliyah and may be me too.

"Beta, I am a bigger fan than her", my Daadi declared.

"Really, Daadi, you are a rockstar", Abhi hugged my Daadi.

"Maa" I hugged my mother and I had never seen my mother as happy as she looked, watching us all.

So the background story was that, Abhi's Daadi approached Pandit Aunty a few weeks ago to find my details. From there, they had approached my mother over the phone and discussed my birth chart matching fairly well with Abhi's. Then Aaliyah and her Daadi visited my home to discuss the matter and categorically revealed that Abhi and I had known each other from college. Aaliyah had talked to Bulbul about Abhi and my "love affair" through college and Bulbul who had seen me clutching to Abhi's time magazine cover, had realized the story. It was Abhi's request it seems to keep it a secret from me and to surprise me directly with a marriage proposal. All this story I had heard from Bulbul after Abhi and his family left to Mumbai that day.

I didn't really get a chance to talk to Abhi in detail about how this story came into play because he had left to Europe for a "Mehra family" holiday along with his Daadi and Aaliyah for almost two weeks. I was invited for the same but of course given the marriage date was set after three weeks, it wasn't appropriate for me to go. Later on, most of the stuff we talked about was regarding the wedding preparations and arrangements and there was so much to do. Although I was born in a family that ran a marriage hall business, we were not experienced in arranging the wedding for a celebrity and Purab as Abhi's manager had hired a whole team to help us. Nikki was going to join us for the wedding too along with her professor husband. Bulbul seemed to strike a chord with Purab amidst the wedding preparations and I was curious to see what would happen of that bonding.

The wedding was not elaborate in terms of rituals but was a grand affair. The guest list was celebrities and big names of entertainment industry along with chosen friends and family. Abhi was generally nice and affectionate with me throughout the wedding events and celebrations but I felt something was amiss or rather different. But then it was such a hoopla with the celebrations that I knew we had all the time to talk about things once we are married.

And finally my wedding day had arrived; Abhi and I married in front of our elders, family and friends to become husband and wife. The hardest part of the wedding for me was to bid an emotional goodbye to my family in Pune as I officially became a part of the Mehra family. I had clung to Abhi's Daadi in the car on our way to Mumbai overwhelmed with the agony of leaving my childhood home behind. However Abhi and Aaliyah's banter in the car had cheered me up a little.

And then I had entered Abhi's home as his wife, a dream that I always wanted to see but was afraid of not coming true. Abhi told me that he recently bought the home and had his Daadi and Aaliyah shift to Mumbai finally. Aaliyah was going to go to Australia soon to pursue her master's studies. We thought to shift my family to Mumbai too since Bulbul had found a job in the city.

Aaliyah took me to Abhi's room after a family dinner that night. It was 10 times the bigger room compared to Abhi's small room I used to visit when we were students. But I was surprised how this new room still had the characteristics of the old one. The thought of Abhi's old room brought back so many memories including the first times we had made love. It had been two years since we were close that way and the thought of the night being our wedding night thrilled me as well as made me nervous.

"Hey Chashmish, welcome to my room and my life", Abhi arrived after sometime.

"Nice room, Abhishek", I told Abhi as he walked past the bed excused himself to the washroom.

It was then I accurately realized what was amiss in Abhi's behavior. He was not showing physical affection with me at all. During the time I spent with him in college I did not remember a day he didn't touch me in one way or the other. And now after we met again, the most he had done was to hold my hand or give me a hug, more or less.

But he was warm and affectionate otherwise for me to think something was really wrong. Yet, I wanted to find out what was going on.

Few minutes later Abhi came out of the washroom drying his hair with a towel. He had showered and changed into just shorts, which awakened my senses.

"You have lost weight", I commented noticing his flatter abdomen.

"No Chashmish, I have better abs now. I have built muscles and gained weight. I work out more religiously now", he said throwing the towel on the sofa.

"Which side of the bed you want?", he asked as he walked towards the bed.

"I have no preference", I said and he laid on my right adjusting the pillows.

"Will you sleep in this heavy dress?", Abhi asked and I now started to worry a little bit at his odd behavior. I wondered if he really planned us to just go to bed. As far as I remember, he loved to undress me himself but today it was our wedding night and he was showing no interest at all. What was really going on?

"Chashmish", he called out as I was lost in my thought.

"Yeah I have to take this jewelry off. It has started to hurt", I said as I got out of the bed. I really wasn't comfortable in my heavy wedding outfit anyway.

I slowly got out of the bed but I felt vaguely sad and frustrated at the same time. I couldn't stop myself from questioning Abhi.

"Abhishek, it is our wedding night. And what's going on? Why are you like this?", I turned around and asked him.

"I know, but what can I do? There is a lot I want to do but..", he said mockingly, sitting up, and resting his back to the headboard.

"But?", I questioned him.

"I will do something and you will tell me tomorrow.. you know.. that I used you for bed and all.. I don't really like to hear that", said Abhishek looking everywhere else but me.

"OH MY GOD Abhishek, you are still holding on to that!? I thought you married me because we were beyond that fight", I said shocked.

"Of course we are beyond that and I married you because I love you to death. But this bed and all, I am not comfortable now. I don't want to "use" you, you know?", he said stressing the word use.

"Abhishek, we are married now. It's okay, right?", I said now starting to worry.

"No, it's not. So what if we are married, you can still accuse me of using you later on", Abhi said in an argumentative tone innocently.

"Of course I didn't mean in it "use" way. I had apologized to you about it right away. You never let me explain. But wait let me explain now. I didn't mean really that you were using me. In fact you have all the rights on me and "use" me the way you used to do. I don't mind at all", I said in a stretch and he was looking at me without blinking eyes.

"Which way? Hmm?", he asked biting his lips that I was flustered.

"Oh God, Abhishek. You are impossible", I said sitting on the bed. Now I had realized he was doing it just to frustrate me.

"Good night, Chashmish", he winked, as he stretched himself on the bed.

"You can't do this to me", I said now feeling annoyed.

"I told you na, I don't want to use you", he said and I could easily see a glint of wickedness in his eyes. I had to give him back.

"Fine, if you don't want to use me, it's okay. but I want to use you", I made a statement not looking at him.

"Haaww, you want to USE me? Use me? Hmm", he said almost breaking into a grin.

"YES", I said looking down.

"Ahaa Chashmish, use me then, I am all yours. I won't even accuse you of using me tomorrow. Promise!", said Abhishek as he locked his hands behind his head laying on the bed properly, not taking his eyes off of me.

I covered my face with my hands feeling suddenly shy realizing what it all meant.

"Haaye Chashmish, use me na? I am waiting", said Abhishek making me flustered all the more. The thing was although Abhi and I had slept together several times, I had never really initiated intimacy on my own. He was dominant that way never leaving me a chance, but then I also had my inhibitions, fears and insecurities about sleeping with him before marriage in those circumstances. However now the possibility of initiating intimacy seemed exciting although I felt nervous about it. Nonetheless, I was dying to be close to him again in every way.

"Come on, Chashmish, what are you waiting for?", coaxed Abhi.

I tried to move near him but the heavy wedding attire seemed a big hindrance. I decided to undo my jewels and walked to the dressing table. As I sat removing my bangles and necklaces I could feel Abhi's eyes following me. My dupatta was way too heavy and it was pinned in so many places that I slowly undid the pins so that I could release it from my head and undo my bun, which was almost giving me a headache now. While doing so my dupatta slid off of me and I heard Abhi say "you have gained some weight at the right places, babe", having me blush all the more.

"Abhishek", I walked to the bed and laid by his side. His hands were still locked behind his head. "Come, use me, Chashmish", he whispered seductively.

That was enough to make me all bothered and I hovered over him to kiss him on his forehead, eyes and cheeks. I had missed holding his face so much that I mapped it with my fingers and placed my lips on his. He seemed to move his lips a little but did not respond as he used to do. Realizing it was going to take more to get him respond to me I trailed kisses down his gorgeous neck and he arched it, giving me complete access. I kissed his ears and felt him flinch and I spent more time there nibbling his ear earning sighs from him. I moved to his solid chest and trailed kisses on while my hands moved freely on his sides. I could feel his breathing get heavier by the minute and I trailed kisses down south.

I wasn't sure how hot and bothered he was but I myself was feeling wet by then. My need was growing and it encouraged me to venture further and I finally placed my hand on his hardness, which surprised me seeming ready, already.

"Oooh, Chashmish", he cheered me as he started to move his legs showing signs that I was on the right track. I sat up and began to rub him and I couldn't resist taking his shorts off. He was more than willing to help me raising his hips.

I finally pushed myself to do something I hadn't really done before, which I knew he had wanted me to try. I was either shy or nervous to ever take him in mouth properly although he had tried to get me to do it at times. This time not only I had the challenge to break his "use me" protest, but I myself was excited beyond measure to try it out and wanting him to enjoy it. I knew he was watching me but I didn't want to meet eyes with him and get a second thought about my mission, feeling panicky. Without warning I quickly stroked him a couple of times and took him in my mouth.

"Damn you, Chashmish", I heard him say as he finally held my head. I kept my mouth moving exploring new angles and ways, tasting his hot mass which in turn made me desperate for him. He was bunching my hair together, and trying to reach out to my breasts as I carried on with whole concentration and dedication.

"Oh baby, stop it now, I can't hold it anymore", he growled and moved my head away from himself, brought me to his face kissing me breathlessly. His hands were all over me now grabbing at my curves, trying to get rid of my clothes and touching the spots that he himself had discovered to put me at his mercy.

My Abhishek was back.

He had soon bunched up my lehenga, and bared me at my entrance, exploring me in every way he knew. He came back to kiss me thoroughly again while his hands played with my breasts and quickly he had entered me, making me his all over again. I had clung to him as if there will never be tomorrow and our bodies had found our old but still familiar rhythm. Tears of joy had flown down my eyes because the pleasure had overwhelmed my heart as much as my body and I chanted his name trying to hold on to my bliss. But my bliss came to a full circle when he grunted his release in me, sealing my mouth with an intense kiss.

Finally we were one and I knew it was forever!

"I missed you so much", he sighed several minutes later as we cooled down in each other's arms.

"Don't ever walk away from me, again", I said adjusting my head on his chest further.

"Do you think I ever wanted to?", he asked me holding my face.

"I know I had hurt you, but you could have fought with me, scolded me", I complained.

"I had no choice left for myself", he said moving me to my side, making me face him.

"You wanted an identity for our relationship. And I had no identity for myself. I couldn't have given what you wanted at that time. You were unsure and I had no assurance to assure you. And I couldn't have lived with myself without achieving my dream. At least I had to make sure I had tried enough if I were to give up on it", he said caressing my cheek.

"Chashmish, my parents died before I knew how to talk. My relatives cheated us with our property and my grandmother had to work in her old age to raise Aaliyah and myself. Our relatives used to mock us because we had no money or no good clothes. I had sworn to myself I will make it big one day, richer, better and powerful than all of them and I wouldn't let myself be at peace until I got there. And eventually I discovered music was the way I could achieve it. And then you came to my life. And I grew fond to you beyond measure. But I couldn't give you what you wanted two years ago. Imagine I had come back to you at that time, it would have been again a circle of me struggling with my music, you growing insecure and we would argue, become heartbroken, and it would lead to nowhere. And me without a college degree, without a stable job could never face our elders either. So that night, I decided to only come back to you when I achieve my dream. I was going to give it one last shot. You remember I told you I had something to tell you that night? This Sony company producer had a long meeting with me listening to my scratches that night. He had asked me to compose songs for them promising to launch me if they liked them. That's why I moved to Delhi, where I worked in their studio. I worked day and night, Chashmish, worked on every note a 100 times to give my best. And after over a year, we had an album in hand and they launched me. You know the day my album was launched was the day I missed you the most. I wanted you to be by my side, but I didn't want to approach you, until I earned success, until my dream came true, until I knew my album would be a hit. Because I was not only achieving my dream for myself anymore, I was achieving it to attain you. I was going to treat myself with you the day I achieved my dream. And once I was successful you know what happened, I got Daadi to get us married, but it took me a while to convince her too to make her believe in my choice", he explained.

"Abhishek, how I wish I was with you when you achieved your dream. I am so sorry, I troubled you like that", I hugged him.

"Hey, I am the one to be sorry. I was the one to walk away. I hope you will be able to understand me for it and forgive me. But you know may be it was required to get us where we are today. But do you know something? I knew I will get you back. I knew you would wait for me. I knew you would never stop loving me", he said smiling.

"What if my mother had found a boy for me?", I asked him.

"Of course I wouldn't have allowed you to become someone else's, Chashmish. But before that you would have come to me. I am 100% sure you would not have married anyone else.", he pulled my cheek.

"You trust me so much, you believed in our relationship so much?", I held his face.

"Of course. Just like I trusted myself to achieve my dream. I don't know what it was, I just had faith in us", he sighed.

"May be you were right. If you were to meet me on that restaurant date you had given me, that Tuesday, remember.. I would have requested you to take me back, live in, live out, whatever, because I couldn't live without you anymore", I admitted.

"And I was dying to have you back in my life, Chashmish", he kissed me.

"I love you", I said kissing him back.

"I love you too. And I want to make love to you again", he whispered between the kisses, as his unabashed hands were all over me, again.

And I melted into him, yet again.

It was happy love!

THE END