A-Z Abhira drabbles - Page 6

M is for mole

He was a doctor, that too dil ka specialist as his dad was fond of bragging. So he knew the technical definition of mole/nevus

"a congenital or acquired usually highly pigmented area on the skin that is either flat or raised" It did not sound remotely sexy, but the moles on his Akshu,, they drove him crazy with passion. He loved all of them and spent hours tracing patterns, from the one on the right foot, to the one on her thigh ( she was ticklish), to the one on her shoulder but his favourite was the one on her neck. It was like a beacon, begging him to kiss her there and who was he to refuse?

Author's note: Sorry missed O yesterday

O is for outrage

He was busy reading some medical journal in the living room, when his wife appeared in front of him in a hideous dress of orange. She asked him if this dress made her look fat . He took his time to formulate an answer but his wife was outraged with his silence. She shrieked at him " You don't love me anymore. You don't think I'm beautiful anymore" and left in a huff. Neil and Parth Bhaiya, who were bystanders were snickering at him. He glared at them to shut them up. Akshu came down in another dress, this looked like it was made of some curtain cloth (He mentally decided to burn all these clothes and buy her some good ones). But this time he was prepared " Meri jaan , you look stunning, ethereal.. I have never seen a more beautiful woman" She was yet again outraged with him " you are lying to me now... This dress is hideous and i was planning on trashing it." Parth Bhaiya and Neil were practically rolling on the floor, doubled with laughter. He gave them the stink eye and proceeded to his room to calm down his wife

U is for umbrella

One rainy day, Akshu parked her car and crossed the short distance from the parking lot to Birla hospital with her umbrella in hand. A sudden gust of wind blew away her umbrella but before she could get wet Abhi was there , as always to protect his lady love. He was reminded of another time this happened, when she was there in her saree looking ethereal but so so out of his reach as he was to be her Jija then. Coming out of those bitter memories, he clutched her close to him and proceeded to show her how cherished she was, something he couldn't do that other fateful day

V is for Violet

It was his favourite colour on her. She always looked ethereal when she dressed in violet. Knowing his weakness, she dressed in her violet night gown whenever she wanted anything for him

W is for watch

He always complained whenever he had to stay away from his wife even for a moment. So his wife gifted him a watch and in some Akshu esque logic, told him that the small hand was Akshu and the big hand Abhi. Though they meet only occasionally they are always together. He shook his head at her silliness but was found looking at his watch longingly by his staff, who sniggered at the lover boy

X is for x ray

One day Akshu ran to his cabin with a panicked look. His heart stopped looking at her in that state. She started crying showing him her X Ray report. He didn't know how the minx had managed it ( with Neil s support, he surmised) , in her X Ray in place of her heart was the word Abhi .

Author's note : I generally enjoy watching the fictionalized version of couples and have never paid heed to their off screen personas. But this couple Pranali and Harshad have got me rooting for them. I am a Harshali shipper and hence this drabble but if it's against the rules or something I'll pull down this post. Let me know

Right and wrong - Harshali drabble

They had just finished shooting an intense scene where Akshu confesses her love for Abhi and everyone was chilling around with some coffee in their trailers. Pranali, true to her bubbly self was the center of attraction. She was entertaining all with her singing. When she got up to refill her coffee, she felt someone grab her and drag her inside an empty room. Since she knew only Harshad would take such liberties she smiled and followed him inside. He led her to the only chair in the room and made her sit on his lap, straddling him. ' Run your fingers through my hair' he requested huskily. She obliged him , inserting few kisses here and there. His breathing grew laborious. She knew something was bothering him but waited for him to open up. " I'm 38 to your 24" he began in a low voice " Even if we get married now and have a child a couple of years later, I'll be 40 " His anguish was evident. "Sure, and you will be 50 when the kid is 10 and 60 when the kid is 20.

Where are you going with this, darling?" she laughingly replied. "I'm too old for you . I should do the honorable thing and let you find a man your age" he said.

Pretending to think over she replied ' Yeah, you are probably right. Let me check with Paras if he is free for a date'

He growled possessively ' The hell you will go anywhere with him. You are mine, only mine' Saying so, he pulled her in for a kiss.

She kissed him back with passion 'Budhu, I love you, grey hairs and all, I don't give a damn about your age, if loving you is wrong I never want to be right again'

That brings us to end of all the drabbles. I only hope you all enjoyed reading them as much as I enjoyed writing them. Please let me know which was your favourite one in the comments. Though i would love to reply to each comment, since I'm a newbie I'm bound by the number of posts (11) per day. This is the first time i have shared my thoughts with the world and I'm overwhelmed that people actually like what I write. Thanks a bunch.. sharing some love your way ❤️

Originally posted by: PrincessJ

M is for mole

He was a doctor, that too dil ka specialist as his dad was fond of bragging. So he knew the technical definition of mole/nevus

"a congenital or acquired usually highly pigmented area on the skin that is either flat or raised" It did not sound remotely sexy, but the moles on his Akshu,, they drove him crazy with passion. He loved all of them and spent hours tracing patterns, from the one on the right foot, to the one on her thigh ( she was ticklish), to the one on her shoulder but his favourite was the one on her neck. It was like a beacon, begging him to kiss her there and who was he to refuse?

Thank you for writing for M—- Mole ☺️

Hum or humare desires 🙈

Keep writing,

looking forward for your next post 🥰

Hey please check pages 4&5 for N is for nights !!