Abhisha oneshots

Fear -2

fantastic! now Manisha sound like the most dramatic, clingiest girl to ever grace the planet. She bury her face in her hands to hide the battle zone between her heart and mind, but her boyfriend seizes her wrists because he can’t bear another second of it. 

Abhi:-“is-is that why you’re upset…?” he asks with not a trace of malice or ridicule. he is only filled with guilt as it dawns on him then— how she’ve only gotten used to always having him around four years into their relationship, when he was taking a break from work.

the changes in his life are also changes in hers, but they still affect her in many different ways.

Abhi:-“then just come with me. i’ll make it work. maybe we can extend for a bit, spend an entire day by ourselves- there’s a lot of museu-” 

Mani:-“i thought you left,” she repeat herself, exposed and vulnerable, vision swallowed by the darkness because she can’t make herself look at him. “your clothes… they’re gone, and i was calling but you… you weren’t answering my calls so i thought…”

Abhi:-“my clothes?” he exclaims, eyes going wide as he realizes that they’ve accidentally slipped from his mind. “ahh, i thought about cleaning the closet while waiting for you so i moved everything to the other room!” 

Manisha open her mouth to speak, but much to her chagrin, no words come out. She purse her lips as her chin wobbles— the new wave of tears in her eyes mimic shiny crystals.

and at the stern mention of her name, she know that she is about to receive a (loving) scolding from her boyfriend. Her lips curve into a frown before a sob inevitably escapes past them.

Abhi:-“why would you think that? why would i leave you? that doesn’t make sense at all, does it…?”

Manisha shake her head, hugging him so tight, possibly tighter than she’ve ever done before. between their bodies, his heart is being unbearably wrung.

Abhi:-“i’m sorry, baby. seeing you cry like this breaks my heart…” he closes his eyes with a heavy sigh, resting his cheek on the side of her head. “but why would that be the first thing you think of…? i must be doing something wrong, right? have i been too busy with work? am i neglecting you?”

Manisha breathless, a little dizzy— bloodshot eyes meeting his that are now gleaming with sadness. “no, it’s not like that! i just panicked, i couldn’t think straight.”

Abhi:-“are you sure?”
he looks at her skeptically, scanning her face.

Abhi:-“manu-” his voice breaks, then he pauses with his gaze still trained on her. “okay, i’m sorry. i… should’ve thought about what cleaning the closet would look like.”

Mani:-“i was just being stupid.” manisha give him a small smile, rubbing her eyes to chase away the burning sensation. “sorry for scaring you.”

Abhi:-“stop, you’ll hurt yourself.” he tuts, pushing her wrists aside to cup her face in his hands, much gentler in comparison to her own self. his thumbs draw shapes on manisha soft skin, and then out of the blue, he curiously squeezes one of the space buns on top of her head. “wow, this is so pretty?”

Mani:-“huh…? oh, thanks.” she mumble, still feeling out of it. 

Abhi:-“this, too.” the white silk ribbon wrapped prettily around her neck, he means, which he hooks a finger on to tug lightly. it matches the lace straps on her shoulders that falls across the underbust of her dress, tied together to form a ribbon in the middle of it. that makes two, so clasically her.

and while it may be partly true that he’s trying to lighten the atmosphere, he just can’t defy the urge to express his admiration for manisha, even in a situation like this. he’s perpetually love-drunk.