| Abhiya FF - His Firefly | COMPLETED Chapter 108 Pg 88 - Page 40

Originally posted by: soniakhanna01

This part is too good

Finally they got married

Niw i cant wait for next chapter.

Continue soon plss.

yes they did! continuing in the next hour or so

Originally posted by: MS-meghasharma

Maithili is gonna be superpissed which might force her to either make a mistake or a stronger blow to them . The stone that pia got I have a feeling might help them in defeating Maithili

you are thinking in the right direction! 😃 let's see what will happen

Originally posted by: imkt

Hats off meghu..Great work done..

I'm not finding any suitable words to describe your amazing work...

Starting with Abhay and Piya... I love them and their relationship totally... Mandu care towards Piya... But at the same time I am worried 😟 for mandu too what is happening to her ? And where Sidharth is ? 💭 I hope I didn’t skipped anything .

Finally you bought Dragomir my fav I am wondering who else like him but Horatia was not there m sad 😞

Coming to Abhiya... Oh I just adore them... The way Abhay was trying to make Piya comfortable in all the rituals

And the way you described Abhay and Piya after wedding part . I'm still drooling over it...

But seriously great dialogues written by you Meghu ..

Amazing work..

Continue soon...

Lots of love...

glad you liked it kajal! 🤗 remember what Metz was doing in the previous chapter? that explains what is happening to Mandu

Horatia might come later who knows 😉

Originally posted by: cuteariya

a very light hearted chapter

totally love everything in this chapter❤️

riya understood the vow

poor madhu don't know what happening with her but shouldn't hide the problem

all were so happy for abhiya madhu remember the first time she met pia😃

wow madhu's headache & the feeling of someone looking at her gone whe she enter the venue😲

she should definitely concern with witch to know what happening

by the way where is siddharth?

pia was nervous but abhay was there🤗

wow abhiya's soul was so bright that blind everyone for a while so powerful soul😃

hope dragomir will find something abt the stone pia gave him

finally abhiya's wedding night☺️

abhay finally marked pia & as abhay said both got the mark😃

continue soon

siddharth was there 🤣 I just didn't mention him it was implied that he was there with everyone else

glad you liked it! ❤️

Originally posted by: simply.meghana

glad you liked it kajal! 🤗 remember what Metz was doing in the previous chapter? that explains what is happening to Mandu

Horatia might come later who knows 😉

oh yeah I do remember darlo

yayy then I guess horatia will be coming I know I know ❤️😍

Chapter 80

Who to Call Family

Darkness was her lover. A moving veil of shadow he was. A swift predator, faster than the human eye. Piya was barely able to keep track of him as he darted between the trees. Two days without blood, and instead of emptying the supply of blood bags at home, he decided to hunt in the forest. A break of animal blood would do him good. The intensity of thirst could become highly dangerous were he not able to quench it soon. Piya watched him hunt in between their small journey to his old home. He held a firm belief that she would be able to pass the barrier this time. He wanted to introduce her to his parents. But the lingering thirst had to interrupt. Even the feeble deer were looking delicious.

Piya stood waiting behind a tree, squeamish and too disoriented to watch. Despite being in a relationship with a vampire, she wouldn’t ever get over the queasiness she experienced when seeing too much bloodshed. He wasn’t making too much noise either, a quick and silent killer. Slow footsteps came back to her. She felt his hands slip into hers, fingers locked tight, and wisps of shadows caressing her skin. Her eyes examined his face. His mouth was heavily stained red. He pulled out his handkerchief and began to wipe the rest, after licking his lips. Piya frowned. His eyes faded back to their normal color.

She took the handkerchief from him, and wiped the corner of his mouth. He missed a spot.

“You’re so messy sometimes.” She scolded. He softly smiled, recalling a memory, and let her clean it. He licked the blood off his teeth, and retracted his fangs. “Feeling better?”

“Better. And you, so quiet. I remember when I first saw you, I got angry. You scared off my prey then with your steps. Now I could barely hear you.”

“I did?”

She didn’t remember actually seeing a wild animal. The only thing she mistook for a wild animal was him. He held her cheeks, and brushed his thumbs down her skin.

“You did. One deer, and I was pissed off.” He chuckled. Piya frowned, and refused to believe it.

“Did I scare off the deer, or were you too distracted by me to catch it in time?” She teased, taking handfuls of his shirt.

“Both scenarios are valid.” He smirked. “Though I didn’t want to admit the latter at the time.”

He would never forget the day he first met his beautiful little firefly. Now she was his, forever and always.

“Why are you smiling?”

“No particular reason. I thought you liked my smile.”

“I do.” She poked his dimples, took his hand, pulling him forward. Piya at least knew this time where they were, but not all directions were clear to her. “How much farther?”

He stared down their path a little more, then answered.

“About ten more minutes of walking. Shall we? It’s getting late.”

Piya nodded, and hugged his arm as they walked. The weather calmed and was just like any normal night. It made Piya less fearful for the future. She touched her head to his shoulder and walked, wishing for a forever just like this. The two of them, the beautiful forest, and the peaceful silence. An eternity of just this. Abhay stole one glance and slowed his pace. The glint of the diamond on her ring twinkled in his eyes.

My Piyashree.

He couldn’t wait to see her dressed again as a proper bride. His bride. And it was only appropriate for his parents to know about her. Even if they weren’t physically there, he was still their son.

The barrier was in sight. Abhay dropped Piya’s hand, and made sure he could still enter after the second blood bond. His hand passed through without any tension. He turned back, and extended his hand towards the outside. Piya gulped nervously, fingers shaking.

“Don’t worry. Just try.”

She extended her hand forward, and carefully inched towards the barrier. She could just barely see the whirling energies that surrounded it, an upgrade from last time. But maybe that was just the effects of Abhay’s blood in her system. She shut her eyes tight, and forced it through. If it got angry and hurt her, so be it. At least Abhay could heal her.

“As I expected.”

She opened her eyes, feeling the chill of his fingers enveloping her hand. He gently tugged her forward, her body passing through the barrier with ease. Piya’s eyes widened only some feet away from a huge wall. She recognized this wall. But now she could physically touch it. One palm lay flat against the ancient clay. It was nice and cool, perfect for keeping the heat out on a hot summer day.

“It….looks the same. From what I saw.” She said, looking back at Abhay.

He nodded, looking at the manor with nostalgia. Remembering the past, he touched the walls of the place too. He softly smiled and pulled a small paper scroll from his coat. Piya held onto his arm and looked at it with curiosity.

“What’s this?”

“Our wedding invitation. How it would have looked if this were still the 1700s.” He chuckled. Inside, written in perfect script, were their names, and the date and time, written in forms that would suit his era. It was handmade, the very first one. They would surely get more printed in the future in a different style, but he wanted his parents to have this one. His father was always one for tradition and the old ways. A card of modern design wouldn’t be up to his tastes. Piya smiled, and fared over the silk bindings of the scroll with her fingers. It was beautiful in its own right. “Wish to meet them?”

“I would love to.”

He took her hand and led her inside. It was clear of cobwebs and water damage, but did accumulate dust like any old place would. It looked mostly the same to Piya, from what she saw in the past. As she walked, the rooms once filled with color glossed over her vision to make the graying emptiness more lively. The scenery interchanged, as she peered into the different rooms. She was a little jealous of Abhay. Her childhood home was sold long back, after her mother passed away. She wished she could go back and visit it like he could his. Her fingers touched the fraying upholstery of one of the armchairs. From underneath it, a soft meow and furry head pressed and rubbed itself against her leg. She looked down, and found the bright yellow eyes of Raven looking up at her. She kneeled and petted her between the ears, while Abhay went to retrieve something. She put her paws on Piya’s knees, enjoying the attention given by a human.

Raven jumped into her arms, and kept her company around the house, flicking her tail back and forth across Piya’s nose. Old furniture and objects, just as she once saw laying around each of the rooms. Not much had changed. Maybe except for Raven. Piya turned the corner, and found the infamous painting in one of the hallways. The Rao family portrait. It was still as beautifully rich in color as the day it was made. And its story, just as funny. She burst out laughing, once her eyes found Abhay standing in the back. He came outside, looking for her.

“What happened?”

He turned the corner to where the painting hung. Piya was leaning over the walls, wiping tears from her eyes. She continued to laugh.

“Nothing...this...”

She pointed at his expression in particular, and gripped her stomach from laughing too hard. Abhay frowned, and shook his head.

“As if Siddharth wasn’t enough. It’s not that funny.”

He sounded upset, and began to leave. She ran after him and grabbed his sleeve. Raven let out a large meow.

“I’m sorry…..I just found it so funny in person.”

He kept his frown, and looked away.

“You are lucky. You don’t have to stand for hours for a picture nowadays. One click and it’s done.”

“You’re showing your age, Abhay. Where’s your ‘back in my day’ speech?”

“I don’t have one….before you, my main company was as ancient as I am.”

“Was?”

“Still is. But you get my point.”

Piya shook her head. He smirked to the side, and went back into the other room, searching the cabinets for a box. His mother had left some jewelry with him for his bride, ancestral jewels, but Maithili never touched them, save for a pair of anklets. It was the only thing she ever liked in there. Piya followed him inside, brushing her tears of laughter away, and watched Abhay. She pressed her cheek to his back and took in his scent. The sandalwood paired nicely with the old wooden smells of the room. She looked around. It was his old room, matching in terms of simplicity with his current one. Some things truly never changed.

“What are you looking for?” She asked, peeking over his shoulder.

Age had eroded the wood in such ways that made it harder for him to open the drawer smoothly. He yanked it open after some wiggling, startling Raven out of Piya’s arms to jump onto the floor. She scurried off underneath Abhay’s old bed, yellow eyes glowing bright from underneath. Abhay dusted the top of the box with his sleeve, and set it on the shelf inside the cabinet. Inside, a necklace, bangles, nose ring, and two pairs of earrings. Golden ornaments fit for nobles at the time. His shadows emerged from his fingers and burned the thin cobwebs inside to ash. He turned, and showed them to Piya.

“My mother left these for the girl I would marry. Maithili didn’t take interest in them, except for the anklets. And I never thought I would ever take these out again.”

But here you are, Piya. Its intended owner.

Piya took his hands, holding the box together, and peered inside. She smiled, and pulled out the necklace first. She brushed her hair back, and gestured Abhay to put it on. He set the box aside, and helped tie it. It wasn’t too heavy, but still held a radiant elegance. She took the small hand mirror on the table and took a look.

“It’s so pretty.”

“You like it?”

Piya nodded, and set the necklace back in the box. Taking each jewel between her fingers, she held it up to the mirror. Abhay watched tenderly. She placed everything back carefully after she was done, and held the box flat between her palms.

“Let’s go outside. I want to thank her in person. Will you take me?”

He squeezed her hand, tensed, from what she could sense from him. His emotions, from whenever he showed them, were endlessly complex. Trying to comprehend the feeling she sensed from him was too much for her sometimes. Outside in the gardens, she saw the headstones belonging to members of both families. The flowers Mandu left long back were wilted and dry, but their petals remained scattered in a loving manner. Piya brought her own edelweiss, tucked in a knot in her scarf. One for each, for paying respects.

There was a period of silence in words, but their emotions stirred and were felt by the other. Piya looked at Abhay, and took one of his hands.

“I like to think they also gave their permission last night.” He said, one fist at the side. Piya stood on her toes to kiss his forehead, and cupped his cheeks.

“It’s like a storm in there.” She said, pressing her palm over his heart. It began to glow. “It’s okay. Let it out.”

Bottling up emotions never did anyone any good. Abhay was no exception. He let a tear fall, but wiped it just as quickly. He took Piya’s hand, and took it to his parents' graves.

“Maa, Baba, this is Piya. My….would-be wife.”

Hearing the word wife as her title for the first time made her blush so deeply. She looked away, as if they were standing there in person. She didn’t know what to say, tight lipped and shy. Abhay touched his nose to her hair and kissed it. Raven rubbed her head against Piya’s leg again, then perched her body over one of the headstones.

“I’m sure you both love his smile as much as I do. I’ll do my best to keep it intact.” She said, mustering the courage. Promising them their son’s happiness was the least she could do.

Abhay placed the scroll in between their graves without a closing word. Piya clutched the box of ancestral jewels to her chest, and looked up at the starry sky. They were surely there, listening.

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Piles of fairy dust, matted with blood and consuming plucked wings like quicksand, coated her feet and made them itchy. The remaining survivors cowered in fear and bowed in her reverence, lest they meet death themselves. Maithili ignored them, though appreciative of her growing loyalties, and stepped into a moving stream down the hill. The cold water did little to soothe the raging fire inside her, but it did remove the mess from her delicate feet. She grew more and more frustrated with the matter of her fate working against her. Not towards the power-hungry ambitions, but towards the matters of her heart. Her little obsessive heart. Or as he would tell her, the lack thereof.

Maithili stepped into the soft grass, waved the water off her feet with the flick of her wrist, and knelt down, knees planted into the soil. She closed her eyes, runes ignited as bright as a newborn fire, and tried to see through her sister’s eyes again. Just the previous night, they all went somewhere, wearing fancier than usual clothes. Piya was there too, standing out from the rest. Something definitely happened between Abhay and Piya, but some powerful energies were blocking her spells. Her vision wasn’t clear, and at times disappeared and blinded her for minutes on end. It hurt sometimes.

What did you do, Abhayendra?

But finally, tonight, things weren’t blocked from her sight. It was like she was in that house, a part of that family. Though it was only through sight. The blood crystal inside Mandu wasn’t enough to allow full control over her body. That would invite too much suspicion anyways.

Her vision adjusted to match Mandu’s, and she focused on the objects in front of her. A table was strewn with decorative cards of some sort. There was a lady in front of her, and they were talking. That lady kept showing her more and more of those cards. Maithili wished she could at least hear the conversation. Wedding cards, she realized, on further observation. With both their names on them. The plants innocently thriving underneath her hands were uprooted and crushed between her fingers. Maithili stopped watching, and screamed into the air. Her attendant stood feebly at a few feets distance behind her, terrified that she might be torn through next. She didn’t want to end up like those dead fairies.

“Useless!” She shouted. The Vitael girl shivered, and Maithili cast her gaze upon her. “Go, bring Ayushmaan. Where is he?”

“He’s nearby. I...I will go bring him…your highness.” She stammered, vanishing from sight.

Ayushmaan arrived alone, relieved to finally have some work to do. Mindlessly killing things to scare them into submission wasn’t his go to pastime either. Maithili was erratic, and only concerned with Abhay. Even Nature had stopped her screaming and resigned to her prison, perhaps confident that she would be able to break free soon.

“You called for me, my queen?”

Maithili turned back, and gave a sneer. She remembered the thread that Dipanita tied into Piya’s hair earlier. The other pair to that thread was wrapped around her finger. If this first attempt didn’t work, the thread would come in handy for the second.

“Would you like to meet Piya again?”

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“Out of all the marks I have ever seen, yours has to be the biggest.”

Siddharth lifted his eyebrows and winked at Abhay, who ignored him and went back to drying his hair with a towel. He adjusted his bracelet, and compared the sole flower to the many that decorated the mark. The start and end, matched that of Piya’s. He longed for her presence more now, but she was still at her villa. Until the two got married legally, she would remain there. Abhay was already growing impatient.

“Mine is not even half that size. Look.”

“I know.” Abhay looked at the mark down his brother’s spine. His and Mandu’s resembled a singular rose, a symbol of their first meeting, from the base of the neck to between the shoulder blades. Flowers were common in the family marks, it seemed. But Abhay’s was much more detailed.

Mandu came inside, then backed out again. Both brothers noticed and fixed their clothes.

“You can come in now, love.”

She shook her head, looking back in.

“You two do the strangest things sometimes. Anyways, Siddharth, check this list please.” She said, shoving a notepad into his hands. It was a list of names and families.

“What for?”

“For the wedding, stupid. Your little brother is getting married, remember?” She smacked him upside the head. Abhay suppressed a laugh. Some semblance of normalcy returned to the house. Mandu was back to herself too. Besides the occasional headache, she felt fit and fine. The remaining wounds had healed. Now she could properly plan for the wedding. Siddharth rubbed the back of his skull, and examined the notepad again. Nothing out of the ordinary.

“Make sure we book the flight tickets for her aunt and family. And oh, we can deliver one to the Dobriyals tonight, at their party.”

“Great idea—“

“No.” Abhay interrupted, slamming the wardrobe doors shut. His mood shifted immediately south. “We’re not inviting them.”

Siddharth recalled the little chat Abhay had with Arnab at the jewelry store, still waiting to hear the explanation like he had promised. But typical of Abhay's nature, it wouldn’t come out unless absolutely necessary. He simply distracted them before.

“You still haven’t told us why you have a problem with that family beyond our personal issues. There’s something between you and Mr. Dobriyal that I’m not catching on.”

“Misha and her mom can come.” Abhay remarked, as a deflection.

“Abhay, that’s not how this works. You can’t selectively invite a family like that.” Mandu protested.

“Yes I can.”

“Now you’re acting childish, Abhay.”

Abhay glared at his own reflection, and adjusted his collar. He began to offer the most simplest explanation he could.

“I’ve known this for a while now. Just like ours, Piya's past is in this city. That too in the Dobriyal house. Arnab Dobriyal…..is Piya’s father. That same father that abandoned her.”

A pin drop silence. Mandu and Siddharth looked at each other. They never saw eye to eye with the man, but they could certainly never think that he could have an affair.

“Really? That Mr. Dobriyal? Arnab Dobriyal?” Mandu said, eyes wide.

Abhay nodded.

“Does he know about her?” Siddharth asked.

“Yes, he does. Everyone but Misha knows. And knowing that, I don’t want him here for the wedding. And that’s final.”

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“Is the CD ready? It better be good.”

The clerk nodded, handing the completed CD to an upbeat Misha. She was in full excitement today. She took the stack of photos back in their sleeve and checked the CD for any scratches or dents, handing the clerk his payment. Everything had to be absolutely perfect. Sameer appeared behind her, and patted her shoulder.

“Ready to go? We have to pick up the cake as well.”

“Yeah, let’s go! You got the projector set up in the living room, right? We’ll play it right before the cake is cut.”

“I did it this morning. We should test out the CD before they get back. We don’t have much time left.”

“Right! Let’s go, fast!”

Misha carefully prepared a photo slideshow for their parents on the occasion of their anniversary. Finding all the stacks of photos she could, in any corner of the house, back from their college days till now. Any photo she got her hands on, she used. They had to put the photos back too, before anyone else noticed the empty drawers and albums. The surprise gift couldn’t be ruined at any cost. So much work to do, so many things to double and triple check.

“I really hope they like it. This will be the gift of the century.” She exclaimed. Sameer laughed to himself, and pinched her cheek.

“They will, Ms. Favorite.”

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Marks cannot be seen by the human eye. Except you, since you bear one.

Piya sighed in relief, checking herself in the mirror twice and thrice more. Her midriff was exposed to mark for all supernatural to see, but thankfully not the humans. With great difficulty, she convinced herself to attend the party. Misha insisted she come, and she couldn’t decline without coming off as rude. It was only one night. At least Abhay was with her.

A pair of cold hands touched her belly and swiped past the mark. Piya couldn’t see anything in the mirror, and turned around with her hands ready to strike.

“Did I frighten you?”

One thought of him brought him to her. But she did have a moment of doubt. The lack of reflection confused her.

“For the first time, yes. You did.” She looked back in the mirror. He was still missing from it. “Why can’t I see you?”

“Silver must have been used in your mirror. You never noticed?”

Piya shook her head. Abhay dipped his head and kissed her neck. He could sense lots of bottled up tension inside her. He knew she didn’t want to go. Touching the mark and showing a little physical affection helped calm her.

“You don’t have to come if you don’t want to. We can say you fell ill. That way I can avoid the place as well.”

“You don’t want to go either?”

He touched his thumb to her bottom lip, and swiped it slowly, back and forth. Piya shivered, and pressed herself closer to him. He kissed her temple.

“Not in particular. I'd rather spend some time with you.”

“No, we should go. I don’t want to be rude.”

“But forcing yourself to see that…”

Piya shook her head, and touched their foreheads together.

“I already got dressed for this too, and so have you.”

“Alright. Are you sure? I finally told my family the truth, and they’re not in the mood for it either.”

Piya opened her mouth to say something, but she didn’t know what exactly to say. She nodded, and took his hand. He understood, and took her to the car, where Siddharth and Mandu were waiting.

“You came, Piya? You’re looking very pretty.” Mandu said, taking a hand from the front seat. Piya smiled as much as her mood allowed.

“Thank you….” She whispered, and said nothing more. Siddharth started to drive.

“We still have time to turn back. The club isn’t too far from here.” He said. Piya insisted on continuing. “I really don't know how you do it, Piya.” He finished, not wanting to stress the topic further.

“I don’t either.” She said.

Her heart sank as the lights became brighter, as the hills lowered to reveal the Dobriyal house. So much decoration for the silver jubilee. Why wouldn’t there be? Piya turned her head away into Abhay’s chest, and watched the stripes of light move past the window and their bodies. Abhay grasped her hand and kept it on his thigh. Her heart began to beat faster once the car stopped.

“Shall we, jaan?”

They exited the car as a pair. By now, half the city knew that they were engaged, the news spreading from campus and out towards the families. Piya huddled close to Abhay, happy that they could stay near one another now that the news had broken through the student body. Misha and Sameer were at the door greeting guests. Abhay gave Sameer a passing glance, and Misha was finally able to leave her post now that her friends were here. Piya saw them crowded in the bar area.

The couple of the hour, Mr and Mrs. Dobriyal, came to greet them. Piya shrunk back, and tried not to look at Arnab. The latter felt the most guilty, and it was very clear on his face when they looked at each other. Sameer was watching, and scoffed. Misha saw the change in expression, and only grew confused as to why Arnab was upset on this big day. Not only that, there was an awkward greeting shared between the Dobriyals and the Raichands. Piya couldn’t help but feel responsible for adding this tension to their already sour relationship. She looked at the floor, but Abhay touched her hand. Kabir, Ruhi, and the rest were calling her over. He spoke to her in her thoughts, breaking the cycle of bad memories.

Go to them, you’ll feel better.

And I won't be with you?

We’ll have the whole night together, jaan. But I’ll be right here if you need me, okay?

Okay.

It’s a cute update but I think next chapter will be like “boom” 💣 very nice 👍🏻 👏👏👏

Gr8 update

It seems party is going to blast nd what wrong with Sameer.. giving attitude to pia.

Love the Raichand couples 😘😘

Urgh....I hate both Maithili and Ayushmann. They are playing everybody like a doll. Hope they get their comeuppance soon.

Ye characters ka naam kahan se liye h 😆