Abhisha oneshots

Hold me

“abhishek had a rough week and all he needs to  feel a flicker of happiness again, Manisha strong  arms to hold him tightly and her soft lips to kiss everything okay again.”

Abhishek sounds exhausted on the phone when he asks Manisha to come over, his voice drained and without his usual boyish grin. It makes her worry, he only sounds like that when something burdening happened to him. Is everything okay with him? Armed with his favourite snacks, a bag filled with medicine for nearly every suffering and illness he possibly could have and a cheesy romance movie, she know she will cheer him up, she quickly make  her way to his apartment. 

He opens the door, eyes heavy and shoulders sloughing. His normally confident stance seems to have disappeared. Now nothing but a grey shell of what was once her colourful boyfriend stands in front of her, having to lean against the door frame as to not fall down. His face is pale, his eyes hollow and his normally lips are almost blue, turned down into a frown.

"Finally you are here", he sounds relieved to see Manisha, basically falling into her arms in a tight hug as he gratefully inhales her scent. He feels so light in her arms, as if he had lost too much weight.

"I am here. Babu, are you okay?" Manisha ask worriedly, trying to get a glimpse at his face. 

"Can we cuddle please? I just need you to hold me", he answers and she understand. 

It was one of those weeks for him. The kind of week, which doesn't seem to end. The kind of week, which chews her up and spits her out when she is reduced to a lump of tired bones. The kind of week, which gives her a little of taste of what hell feels like.  

Abhishek lies down in her arms, facing her and clutching the front of her jumper. He is shaking, even with the heater on and in his thick sweater he seems to be cold.

“Here lets cuddle up in this”, she tell him, sitting up for just a moment to grab the thick and soft blanket from the foot end of his couch. She pull the blanket up to his face, careful to wrap every part of his body in it.

he sighs, letting his eyes flutter closed as he nuzzles closer into her chest.

She hum an answer, not wanting to disturb the relaxing atmosphere by talking too much. Instead she decide to comb her fingers through his hair. It is not as soft as usual. Abhishek really must have had an awful week, his hair is really important to him and for him to let it get as tousled and lifeless as it is right now shows just how big of a toll this week had on him. She still love it however, even when it is a little messy and doesn’t have its usual  smell to it.

“Please don’t stop, it feels so good”, abhishek whispers.

“I can wash your hair for you later if you want. I could pour us a hot  bath and I can give you the one scalp massage you like so much”, she suggest, putting gentle pressure onto his scalp to get rid of the tension, she know he feels.

“Yes”, abhi nods softly, “I would love this so much”, he sighs.

He lets his head roll to the side, revealing his face to manisha. Lying here like this has painted a sort of ethereal tranquillity onto his face, the deep creases in his forehead seemed to have softened and the tight muscles of his jaw seemed to have relaxed. 

She reach out to touch his face, tracing the outline of his lips with her pointer finger before travelling it over the curve of his nose. He has gained colour on his face again, there is a slight pink glow on his cheek.

“You are so handsome my babu”, she tell him quietly, tracing his eyebrows before beginning to massage his temples. He always gets headaches there, the kinds which make him wince and dizzy.

“No I’m not”, he insists, not opening his eyes. Her fingers feel so good on his face, lulling him into a state of complete relaxation.

“Don’t say stuff like that. You are always handsome to me, you know that”, she sound angry, although her voice isn’t raised.

"I know”, he nuzzles his face back into her chest, “it’s just this week left me feeling like garbage. I thought it would never end", he confesses, enjoying her fingers combing through his hair once again. It makes him shiver so calmingly, rising goosebumps over his skin and lifting an invisible weight from his tense shoulders. He loves her touches so much. They are like a gentle remedy to his seemingly incurable stress, a way for him to calm down. They are his escape from reality, his safe space. 

"It's over now, you can relax my love. You got through it", she whisper into his ear, pressing a soft kiss to the shell. 

"Barely" abhi murmurs, melting deeper into her arms, inhaling the scent of her. Manisha is his favourite perfume. Even the prettiest of flowers or the most mellifluous of cakes could never compete with her smell. She is the sweetest scent to him, his haven to return to after a tiring day. 

"But you did. I'm so proud of you", she tell him, kissing his face over and over again. 

His cheeks, soft and slightly heated. His temples, so sensitive and warm. His forehead, free of wrinkles and so fragile. His nose, so gentle and perfect for his handsome face. 

"I'm so, so proud of you, Abhishekwaa", she whisper into his hair. 

Abhi  grabs more of her jumper, pulls her closer desperately. He whimpers, so painfully it makes her stop to look. Did she said something wrong to upset him?

He looks up at her, lower lip trembling and eyes glassy. He sobs her name quietly, slowly starting to shake. 

Abhi:-"Do you...do you really like me?" 

His question, the pain in his voice, makes her heart shatter in her chest. The worries and fears are torturing his mind again. They have a tendency to creep their way into his thoughts whenever he is the most vulnerable. 

Mani:-"Of course I do. I love you so much", she say softly, cupping his cheek to brush the tears away. 

Abhi:-"H-how do I know this is real? How do I know that you will stay and not leave me like everyone else did? How do I know that it is okay for me to-", he sobs, lowering his head into her chest, "-to open my heart to you?" 

Mani:-"Because I will never hurt you. Because I love you Abhishek. I love you so much", she tell him, tilting his head up by his chin. 

Manisha smile fondly, encouragingly. Just with that one smile she is showing him how much he means to her, that he can trust her, that she will always be there for him.

Abhi:-"How do I know you are telling the truth?" he whispers weakly, eyes racing between hers. 

Manisha lean down to kiss his lips softly. They taste like his tears, salty and yet she don't care. Kissing him will always be the sweetest treat to her. Abhi sighs, fingers falling from her jumper to hold her wrists. 

Mani:-"Because you are the only person in this universe I want to kiss like that", she whisper against his lips. 

Abhishek sobs, resting his forehead against hers s. She intertwine her fingers with his’.

Mani:-"Because you are the only person in this universe, whose hands fit so perfectly into mine", she tell him, giving his soft hands a gentle squeeze.

Abhishek whimpers, brushing the tip of his nose against hers.

Abhi:-"Promise me", he gazes up at her. Nothing but pure love fills his eyes. 

Mani:-"I promise you", she smile, she kiss his knuckles, tightening her finger, "I promise." 

Abhi:-"I promise too", he smiles, "I will love you until the day I say my last goodbye."