adhura pyaar ┃abhira (3.0)

janam

sunlight spilled through the sheer curtains, dancing upon her peacefully sleeping face. she mumbles incorrigbly before flipping onto the other side, reaching out for someone. she could still see his eyes, and smell his alluring scent. 

abhir sneaks up to an unexpecting akshara, and bounces on her bed effectively awaking her from her slumber filled with forbidden dreams. akshara wakes with a start, a groan slips out of her lips as she feels the effects of last night wash onto her- her head was throbbing with a massive headache. 

"mumma! finally you woke up" abhir threw his arms around her tightly, and snuggled into her shoulder. "i was so scared when you and papa didn't come home last night"

"i know baby, i'm sorry." she rubs his back with a smile, "we'll not do something like that again, i promise"

he frees himself and sits next to her, after throwing the cover onto himself as well. he motions towards the tablets and the glass of water on the bedstand next to her, she gives him a grateful smile and takes them. she shuts her eyes close, and after a couple of minutes she starts feeling better already.  there's a sticknote filled with bade papa's handwriting, she scrunches her eyebrows as she tries understanding the meaning of his words, 'we had found the two of you the next day and brought you home, we'll explain everything else later but dont' take much stress on the situation. everything is fine. '

she gestures for abhir to come towards her, and places him in her lap caressing his hair. 

"waise, what did you and papa do all night?" abhir asks innocently, and akshara takes in a sharp breath. in a instant, she recalls everything- everything that had happened. thankfully, they hadn't gone too far but still they had kissed again- and multiple times!

"oh god" she mutters, her face pales almost like she's seen a ghost. and biggest of all, she had told him that she loved him. her palm flies to cover her mouth as the realisation sinks in. 

there's nervous energy bundled up inside her, but there's a childish giddiness which makes it hard for her to bit back her smile at everything that had happened. 

"mumma? are you okay? one minute you looked like you were going to faint and now your smiling with your pink cheeks?" abhir touches her cheeks, trying to prove his point. akshara lightly pushes his hands away, feigning an annoyed expression. 

"chup kar" she scolds, but abhir doesn't buy it at all. "aise kuch nahi hua, hume kuch kaam tha bus"

"alright, but now that you're awake, we have to meet papa and go to his house. everyone is already there, practicing dances for Rohan uncle's sangeet" abhir informs, jumping off the bed and pulling the sheets off as well, an attempt to get her up. 

she had to meet him?

maybe she hadn't thought this through, things were definitely going to be awkward. but then something hit her- abhimanyu was equally as drunk as her and the thing was he always forgot everything that happened- the complete contrast to her. 

Akshara fiddles with a hairtie as she stands in front of the tall lean doors of the Birla Villa. she flattens her pink kurti paired with blue washed jeans, in hopes of looking put together.  her hair was clipped back, while the rest fell to her shoulder in soft curls- she had tried putting a bit more effort into her makeup today as well but felt silly once she remembered her particular reason. 

"what are you waiting for?" abhir tugs her arm, before giving up and pushing the doorbell himself. they can hear loud music and laughter coming from inside, and abhir grows more impatient while akshara grows anxious.