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Pragya looked at the cheque and her grace turned towards Shilpa, who was waiting for her response.
Pragya: I think you have misunderstood.
Shilpa: I know about you girls and the reason for you to be in my son's back. I think you can have enough money by filling this cheque. If money is not enough, then tell me your demands. I'm ready to do it.
Pragya felt suffocated, hearing Shilpa's words. She kept the cheque on the table and sigh a breath. Shilpa gave a confused look.
Pragya: Sorry mam, but I'm not with Abhi for money. I'm with him because I love him and the price which you give won't compensate for it. So, I don't want this and I won't stop loving Abhi.
Pragya said politely, controlling her anger.
Shilpa: Don't let this offer go. You may regret it in the future.
Pragya: If I accept this offer, then only I would regret it.
Pragya said and gets up from her seat and Shilpa looks at her angrily.
Shilpa: You will regret rejecting this offer, Pragya.
Pragya: I know I won't.
Pragya said boldly and went from there.
That Night
Pragya was lying on her bed, engrossed in her thoughts. Shilpa's words were kept on ringing in her head. She was angry and at the same time, she feels an unknown fear inside her.
Pragya's pov: Typical Indian Serial mother-in-law. How can she do this? She is speaking as if I'm the one behind him. For the kind information, Abhi was the one behind me. She thinks that she can buy anything with money, but I'm not. Maybe she might think that I'm a gold digger. Whatever the reason could be, I didn't like her approach. She kidnapped me. Then too I was polite to her as she is Abhi's mother. But, what she did is unacceptable. Ahhh..... Anyways, let's brush all these. Abhi's birthday is coming in three days. I'm going to make his birthday even more special by proposing to him. I want to prepare for that.
Pragya thought and took her mobile, looking at the time. It's already 12.
Pragya's pov: I feel like I want to talk to Abhi. Shall I tell him what happened?
With the same confusion, Pragya dials Abhi's number.
Abhi: What a surprise?
Abhi said breathing heavily.
Pragya: What?
Abhi: Usually I would be the one to call you. But this is the first time you are calling me. Are you missing me?
Pragya smiles, hearing him.
Pragya: I just want to talk with you. And I miss you.
Abhi lifts his eyebrows in amusement.
Abhi: Pragya, what happened to you?
Pragya: I miss you. Why shouldn't I miss you?
Pragya said like an angry kid.
Abhi: I miss you too. It would be nice if you open your window for me to come inside.
