Abhisha oneshots

you broke me

Manisha was not surprised when Abhishek insisted on picking her up at the airport, even though she told him that he didn’t have to, that she could just get a cab home so he wouldn’t have to riskbeing spotted, but he wouldn’t hear of it. He’d been telling her for days that waiting at homewould have driven him crazy and that he wanted to see her as soon as possible.

In previous relationships, Abhishek had never really considered himself to be the needy type, butsomething about Manisha had changed him drastically in that department. Now, he didn’t care if itmade him sound melodramatic, the last three weeks without her while she was overseasvisiting family had been absolute hell for abhishek.

Later, as Manisha walked through the terminal, it was easy for her to spot him. Even with the hat and mask hiding his face, she could’ve recognized him anywhere, eyes scrunching up in asmile as he watched her steps begin to pick up speed until she was practically running to him.

As soon as she was close enough, he pulled her into a crushing hug, an audible sigh leaving him as he hooked his arms tightly around Manisha.

“Hi.” she giggled.

“Hey.” He said, burying his face in her neck.

Manisha let herself relax into his hold, closing her eyes in contentment. After having gone nearly amonth without his touch, the warmth of his body against hers felt like absolute heaven.

Eventually, she started to pull away in order to see his face, but he tightened his grip to keep Her where she was instead. “Just a little more.” He muttered.

Manisha chuckled. “babu, log dekh rhe hai .”

“I don’t care.” He grumbled, squeezing her more to prove his point.

After another long moment, he finally released his hold on her, pulling back just enough to cup Her face, his eyes dancing with happiness as they met hers.

Abhi:-“ghar Jane k liye ready?” He grinned.

Mani:-“So ready.”

He quickly helped Manisha wrangle all her luggage together before heading to the car, making sure to keep one hand free in order to hold hers as she walked.

On the ride home, Manisha talked about her flight and the trip, his hand never leaving hers formore than a few seconds, letting them rest together on the center console.

Once she got home, he quickly set hers bags down by the door before turning and dragging her to the sofa, pulling Manisha down so that she was straddling him.

Mani:-“kya kar rha hai abhishekwaa?!” she squealed.

“Catching up.” He said simply, pressing a quick kiss to her lips. “I have been neglected for an entire month, it’s a miracle I haven’t shriveled up and died.”

Mani:-“par hum to har roz baat krtye the.” she pointed out.

“  not the same, and you know it.” He groaned, letting his lips drag along her jaw before returning to hers, silencing any further potential argument or teasing.

Although Abhishek was normally quite physically affectionate with her, she was used to Abhishek being this needy and insistent, though she is complaining by any means, following his leadas he turned his head slightly to the side to deepen the kiss, her fingers having slipped into his hair and giving a slight pull, earning a pleased sound from him.

At this moment, however, Manisha stomach decided to announce itself, much to herembarrassment and abhishek’s amusement, earning her one of his breathy laughs as she separated.

Abhi:-“ tune kuch khaya?” He asked.

Manisha shook her head. “ shubhye se kuch ni khaa payii.”

“uff, no wonder your stomach’s complaining.” He said, sitting up more and rummaging for his phone. “Here, mai kuch order kr deta hu...fir Teri help kr dunga unpacking krne me.”

Mani:-“You don’t have to do that, mai kar lungi .” she said.

Abhi:-“Humour me, would you?” He frowned at her, making her laugh this time.

The two of them made quick work of unpacking her suitcases, chucking clothes into the washand putting the rest of her things back into their usual places around the house.

As Manisha was unpacking the last bag, he came over and wrapped his arms around her waist,hugging her from behind as she continued.

Mani:-“tu thik hai na babu?” she finally asked, still thrown by his uncharacteristic clinginess.

Abhi:-“Mmm, bass miss Kiya tujhe.” He mumbled, resting his chin on her shoulder.

Mani:-“Yeah?” she said, glancing back at him, biting back a grin as she took in the positively lovedrunk expression on his face.

Abhi:-“Mhm, bhut jadaa.” He hummed, burying his face in her neck as he spoke. “muhjye pata chala ki mai tere bina soo bhi nii skta.”

Mani:-“aree aree🥺.” she cooed, turning around in his hold to cup his face.

Abhi:-“Yep, I think you broke me.” He pouted, making her chuckle.

Mani:-“Well, if it makes you feel any better, you’ve broke me too. Here.” You held out a dark grey hoodie that had been tucked at the bottom of the case.

Abhi:-“ ohhh yarr...isse to mai har jagah khoj rha tha!” He exclaimed, snatching it and looking at her in disbelief. “You little thief!”

Mani:-“It smelled like you.” she explained quietly, avoiding his gaze as she felt her face heat up selfconsciously.

Manisha was expecting one of his usual teasing remarks, what she received instead, however, washim tackling her to the bed, pressing more kisses to her face and neck.

Abhi:-“Babu tu bhutt cute hai,  tujhe pata hai?” He said. “I can’t stand it.”

The fact that she had stole one of his hoodies should’ve annoyed him, normally it would’ve, but in the moment all he was thinking was that it showed how she had missed him, and knew that She was going to miss him, making his own longing for her seem justified, even though itdidn’t need to be.

Abhi:-“I love you, so much.” He said, slightly out of breath as he stared down at her.

Mani:-“I love you too.” she replied, smiling up at him.

Abhi:-“Promise you’ll never leave me for that long again?”

Mani:-“I promise.” she swore, kissing his nose and making him chuckle.

Just then, the doorbell rang, making them both jump slightly in surprise.

Mani:-“That’s probably the food.” she reminded him.

He let his head droop down against her chest, letting out a low whine. “I wasn’t done yet.”

Mani:-“We have all night.” she giggled, patting his head gently before nudging him to get up.

Manisha had all the time in the world.