𝐖𝐢𝐥𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐃𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦𝐬 || 𝐀𝐁𝐇𝐈𝐒𝐇𝐀 ||

We Would Still Worship This Love Even If It's False God (18+)

SYNOPSIS: Abhishek and Manisha gets entangled together again after their one drunken night stand. Manisha believes Abhishek is too good for her. Abhishek thinks Manisha is afraid of relationships but who'll tell him it's not the relationship only. Their different societal status and family backgrounds stops her each time she wants something more than just a shared night together.

WORD COUNT: 5.1K

[Disclaimer: It's an alternative universe story (kuch sPEciAl logo ka nam included hain just for the sake of the plot.) and these days I'm kinda obsessed with this angsty smut gener pata nahi maybe life mein romance ki kami ka side effect hain yeh 🕳🚶‍♀️]
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Jiya wasn't his type. In fact, she was almost exactly the opposite of who he truly wanted. But that wasn't important - they both knew this wasn't love... this was merely a convenience, for the both of them. She had been tied down - married too young to a man who wasn't the Prince Charming she had thought he was - you know how these things go. All she needed right now was someone who would wine and dine her, satisfy her, and not try too hard to insert himself into her life. And all he needed was to get over Manisha Rani. And sometimes, when they were together, he truly believed that he was doing just that. But not tonight.

7pm, the first text came through. He was sitting at the table - breaking his own cardinal rule of no phones at the dinner table - trying his hardest to enjoy the overcooked meal Jiya had prepared for their 'two month anniversary'. He was opposed to this whole... celebration. Scared he had lead her into believing this - they - were something more than what he could actually offer. But she assured him that she just wanted an excuse to cook a fancy meal and drink expensive champagne... so he reluctantly agreed. And, of course, tonight would be the night that she reached out... after months of no contact - not since the last time.

A simple 'hey' was all she had sent. But that was more than enough to undo the past two months of his so called moving on.

"Nishchay hain kya?" Jiya asked, innocently, noting his change in demeanour. "Woh milne araha hain?"

"Haa. I mean nahi, not now, do hafte baad ayega woh." he lied, not even knowing why. An old friend saying 'hi' was all he had to say. It's not like she was an ex... no, they had never made it that far. He had nothing to hide - nothing more than one drunken night. And yet, he wanted to keep Manisha a secret from her.

She smiled, sweetly, and continued on with her meal. He looked down at his plate - barely touched - and tried to fake enthusiasm for the spread in front of him.

They had barely made it through dinner, when his phone lit up again. Same name, same number.

I miss you.

He flipped his phone over, so it was face down on the table - but he knew Jiya must had seen it. Her body stiffened as she began to clear the plates - his, still half untouched. When her back was turned, he cleared the notifications from his screen and placed his phone into his pocket - not that he was expecting a third text tonight... but better safe than sorry.

"We never agreed to be... exclusive, you know." she stated, as she walked back to the table, sitting down beside him again. "Tujhe mujhse kuch chupane ki koi zarurat nahi hain."

"I know... par aisa kuch bhi nahi jaisa tujhe lag raha hain. She's just an old friend. Bohot dino se hum mile nahi so I guess it just surprised me." he explained, pleasantly surprised by Jiya's nonchalance. He had known her to be quite a jealous person, at times.

She chuckled, "An old friend texting you - at this time of night - that she misses you.. Yeh to bilkul waisa hi hain jaisa Main soch rahi hu." she placed her hand on his thigh, squeezing it gently.