Abhisha oneshots

Never sway

Summary:-No matter the situation, Abhishek has never raised his voice at Manisha, choosing patience and understanding instead. He loves her and cares about her too much to see her cry because of him. But his patience is put to the test when a situation arises.

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As the morning sun gently filtered through the curtains,Manisha slowly stirred awake from her slumber. And the warmth she expected from her husband Abhishek's presence beside her was oddly absent. Confusion clouded her sleepy eyes as she rubbed them and slowly sat up.

Mani:-"abhiiii?" she called out softly, her voice carrying confusion.

There was no answer, just the faint tweeting of morning birds outside the window. It was Saturday, and he didn't work during the weekend, so she was confused as to where he could possibly be.

Frowning, Manisha threw off the blanket and stood up, slipping her feet into her fluffy pink slippers. Her first stop was Abhishek's study room, the place he often disappeared into when he was drowned in work.

Manisha pushed the slightly ajar door open, and to her relief and mild amusement, there he was, sprawled on the couch. Abhishek was fast asleep with papers scattered around him.

A gentle smile tugged at the corners of Manisha's lips as she approached him. She reached out and carefully removed his glasses, setting them aside.

Abhishek had been pouring his heart and soul, working day and night, into a demanding project assigned by his boss. And his dedication was something Manisha deeply admired.

Manisha leaned down and planted a soft kiss on Abhishek's forehead, causing him to stir slightly but not wake. She reached out her hand to run her fingers through his hair, feeling the warmth of his presence.

Not wanting to wake him up, Manisha grabbed a nearby blanket and draped it over Abhishek, tucking it in with tender care. Then, she turned her attention to the scattered papers and documents that had taken over the study room.

With a sigh, she started by gathering the scattered papers and neatly organising them into stacks on the desk.

She then opened up the windows but kept the curtains closed to keep the sunlight from waking abhishek up.

Looking around the room and feeling satisfied, she turned her attention back to her sleeping husband. She walked over to him and squared down to his level, reaching your hand out to stroke his cheek. With a heart full of love and a gentle smile on her face, she leaned in and placed a soft peck on his lips.

Mani:-"Sleep well, you really need it" she whispered.

Manisha admired Abhishek's sleeping form for a moment before standing up. She carefully tiptoed out of the room. It was 11:30 AM, and knowing it was too late for breakfast, she decided to prepare lunch and clean up the house before Abhishek woke up.

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An hour or two later, Abhishek stirred awake, his eyes adjusting to the light peeking through the curtains. As his gaze wandered around his now-neat study room, his eyes shot wide open. Panic washed over him as he glanced at the clock on the wall opposite him, realizing how much time had passed.

He threw off the blanket and jumped up to his feet, knowing he had a lot of catching up to do. "Arghh" he groaned as he felt pain strike inside his head.

He stumbled as he held his head, feeling disoriented and unsteady as he blinked to regain focus. He sat himself back down and began massaging his temples, groaning and mumbling curses under his breath.