BREAKING FREE (pragya's story) (ON HOLD)

Chapter 9

Hey guys, I know it's been a while since our last update but I did mention that it'll be done intervals between updates.

The story begins....

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MUMBAI INDIA - MEHRA MANSION

Abhi's Room

Abhi stood Infront of the mirror combing his silky black hair into a smart formal bush back style. He carefully and meticulously brushed the comb through his hair with one hand and with the other applied a glossy rich hair conditioner with a sweet tropical scent, he smiled to himself admiring his own face in the mirror and wondered how on earth someone could be so devilishly handsome, when he was done with his hair he adjusted his collar confidently, dusting off some lint on his shoulder. He was dressed quite smartly in his black suit and tie completed with a smooth shiny pair of black dress shoes, and topped off with that infamous cocky attitude of his.

Why was he looking so formal today? Well it was a pretty big deal because it was the final step towards achieving his goal. So you can imagine he was on cloud nine seeing his big project materializing so quickly as well.

Where was he going? He was going for a very important meeting to seal the deal on his project, the meeting was with one of the biggest investors in the industry whom he had been trying to reach for the longest time over the years but could never manage to because this person was so high profile that even though they were to powerful, only a handful of people had manged a face to face meeting with them. But HE managed to do the impossible, and to top it all off, this VIP was coming to HIM, all the way from their palace to meet him because they were so impressed by his work, isn't this on it's own a testament to how great he was? Abhi The Rockstar!

He thought all these things to himself and I could swear his ego grew tenfold just by praising himself, he was so engulfed in his Dreamland that he did not hear his wife walk into the room, he only realized her presence when she lovingly back hugged him and encircled her arms around his chest and rubbed it sensually while smiling at his reflection in the mirror. Abhi looked at the reflection of the room in the mirror to check if the door was closed and on seeing that it was, he shifted his gaze to  her reflection in the mirror and his smile faded, it was replaced with brooding blank expression with a hint of disgust. He firmly held both her hands and removed them from his chest with a jerk which made her stumble backwards a little, then he proceeded to dust off his chest as though removing filth from it. That action absolutely offended Tanu and she yelled

Tanu : what nonsense! what's the meaning of this?

Abhi who was still facing the mirror slowly turned to face her with the same blank expression on his face, he put his hands in his pockets and looked at her from head to toe then rolled his eyes and looked away. Tanu was hell irritated by his behavior but calmed herself remembering something and smirked

Tanu : come on baby, how long will you keep up like this huh? It's been seven years already.

Abhi who was mute up to this point finally spoke to her

Abhi : first of all, we're alone here so don't call me such foolish things okay? And secondly, wether it be seven or seventy years that pass, I will never want you, get that through your thick skull.

He said coldly but still looking her dead in the eyes. Tanu was hurt by his words and at the verge of crying.

Tanu : why are you doing this Abhi? Can't you see you're hurting me? I'm your wife for god's sake, can't you at least fulfill your duty as my husband?