Okay - you nearly have me in tears over this - no really - this wasn't a sex scene, or a love-making scene - it was SO much more than that.
"Abhi's heart dropped. You did this to her. You convinced her she was ugly. You made her hate herself. Regret buried itself in his heart like a knife. No words could take back what he had said. But maybe actions could make her forget."
#wipesawayatear
You are making it damned difficult not to love Abhi you know.
This was perfection. This was you as a writer, tugging on every damn heart string I have - every thought Pragya had, was echoing in my mind, making me close my eyes and peek through just to read the next line, and I LOVED how you didn't make this older Pragya some sort of sex-kitten or vixen - I loved how you made her real.
I loved that I could feel the palpable fear that she was unworthy, I loved that Abhi could feel it too,and that he recognised his role in creating those hesitant thoughts and I loved even more that he sought to fix them, with that adorable trademark 'off' that is somehow achingly sweet here.
You know what I loved the most though. I loved that it was him. Rakish, roguish, Abhi, the rockstar, the sex symbol for God knows how many women, showing Pragya, sensible, put together, OCD wala Pragya what sex is -what life is - messy, embarrassing, soul shaking ecstasy.
Oh I adored this P, I really did. It somehow reminded me of what real relationships are about, awkward firsts and the one person you are comfortable sharing them with.
Much Love,
A
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