KUCH TOH THA

Chapter 3

Abhi's view:

I'm staring at myself. Yep! Myself. Me. Mr. Mehra! Abhishek Prem mehra! Noticing the small grey hairs on my beard. My toned body. My dark brown eyes still stagnate the love for her. Her! It's obvious, no? Maybe I was in delusion that I was in love with Tanu. The synonym of tanu is disgusting. Thankfully she chose a douchebag. It seems like I was always in love with her. ALWAYS. It's just that I didn't acknowledge it. I saw the reflection of myself through the glass door watching over the city. The regression of my personality after she left. I was standing on the 17th floor of AK EMPIRE's building. One of the most influential families in London belongs to the AK empire. Their origin is from India. They wanted to do some charity for NGOs. Not a small one. For all states in India. As they don't have any branch in India, the AK empire wants to sign a deal with an Indian company to execute the charity. It's purely non profit for mehra industries. Still I'm here cuz pragya used to participate in NGO activities. You might think this London city is making me remember her much. But trust me. After that day I never thought of anyone else. The last day I talked to her was when she kissed me. It's been 5 years. Fricking 5 years. The graduation day of ours went uneventful as both of us tried to avoid each other. I saw Aman tagging behind her. It irked me. Then mom & purab (Abhi's lil bro) tried to talk to me many times regarding Pragya. I was stubborn. What's wrong with them? I remember one time purab told me that pragya lives in London & he's still in contact with her. He never tried to establish anything about her. I never asked him to do so. When I told Purab that I'm gonna sign a deal with AK EMPIRE's in London he refused to deal with this. He said it's non-profit. So he won't handle it. Y'all might misunderstand that he's a gold digger. But he did that for me. He still thinks there's a high chance of us meeting up as Pragya is still here somewhere. He's probably an Idiot!!

She might had a small bacchi now with Aman. Maybe his/her name starts with Abhi. Bcoz I've seen that in every Indian movie. Naming their child with their ex lover's name. Thinking of this I faked a chuckle. Someone called me from behind and broke my trance. "Sir! AK is on the way. We are going to receive her. After grabbing a big deal for AK empire. We are all going to welcome AK. Would you like to join our celebration?” that man excitedly asked me. "Okay I will come in ten" I replied disinterestedly. Then I walked towards the lift & went down. I stood along with the other office staff. I saw one Lamborghini reaching us. Black Lamborghini. Lamborghini Aventador. I heard a song playing on the car's music system distantly. It's Alan Walker's Alone part 2.

The car reached us in a blink of a second. That should be AK. I thought to myself. The car was parked in our parking lot. Everyone's eyes were on that car. But none moved a bit. I was so curious to meet AK. Now again I remembered of pragya. I remember how much she loves sports cars. One girl climbed down from the car. Now I can hear the music clearly as the car's door opens . But none is
complaining of noise. Everyone is scared of AK it seems. What did I just said "a girl"? Where's AK? Wait, is AK a girl? She was wearing a black skinny jeans & black tee matching her black Lamborghini. She kissed her Lamborghini with so much love. The same way Pragya would love it. The girl turned around. And then my jaw dropped on the floor. It's Pragya. IT'S PRAGYA. IT'S PRAGYA. I'M SCREAMING! THROWING UP! OMFG! MY PRAGYA!!!!!!!!! I stood there with millions of emotions washing over my body. Felt blood squeezing in my every vein. In a better way tho!

She parked her Aventador & stood by there leaning on the door leaving the door open. I'm very much appreciating the way she hastily parked the Aventador. The song is playing now a little louder as the door is wide open. Now "scandalous" song. I can't believe it's actually her. She never likes loud music. She never wore such dresses. She used to wear chatris. She was more Desi. But now? I engulfed her sexy figure. Of course it's not my fault. (I would be happy if y'all put the Blame on her means) She coloured her hair in red wine. Wearing a sunglass which blocked my view from seeing her beautiful magical eyes. What a loss to me!? Her lips are naturally pink. She doesn't even need lip gloss. Her loose black tee slid on her one shoulder. Her skinny jeans!! I shouldn't forget to mention the feminine curve she possesses. Gawddd! Please! I want to embrace her. She's casually leaning on the car & scrolling through her mobile. But here I'm dying to kiss her. A badass pragya is turning me on like anything. My blood is rushing to the place I don't want it to be. Then the realization dawns. Why she became someone else's & not mine. Why did I never get to feel her warmth after that day? Why do I never get to taste her skin? Why do I never get to cherish my love for her? All these inevitable questions resurfaced in my brain again. A part of me screamed in pain. I'm now a messed up ball of emotions. Wait! None here moved a bit. Why are they not complaining of her loud music? None even talked about her rash driving. What's happening here? Am I hallucinating her to be AK? It's not her.