UNVENTURED DESIRES-akshnav

1- Akshara

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[P.S- CHANGED THE TITLE AND THE PLOT.]

YO! PUBLISHING AN AKSHNAV FANFIC BECAUSE I WANTED TOO WRITE ON THIS ONE SO BAD!

After thinking for a while and analyzing the story- Abhinav was a sunshine character introduced to bring freshness to the plot because OGAbhira was not working out.

FROM MY POV- Logically speaking, a stranger like Abhinav is rare to be found and no girl would agree to live in a stranger's house. ITV AND LOGIC DON'T GO HAND IN HAND.

Taliew's story is much better than the ITV way of making Akshnav because her story is way more logical. DO READ AND VOTE AND COMMENT ON HER BOOK- O RE KANCHI.

Just a thought- If Abhinav and Akshara would have met after Akshara had raised Abhir single handedly, it would have made sense. That's another side of the story. I wanted to be an Akshnav story critic before delving into fanfics.

We all love Abhinav's character and there are many reasons to agree.

ENOUGH OF MY RANT LETS BEGIN!

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DEDICATION-

FOR ALL THOSE WHO LOVE AKSHNAV THIS IS FOR YOU.

INSPIRATION BEHIND THIS PLOT- ANUBHAV 1971, A CLASSIC HEARTWARMING MOVIE BY BASU BHATTACHARYA WHICH STARRED- SANJEEV KUMAR, TANUJA AND DINESH JI ALONG WITH A.K. HANGAL.

THIS BOOK IS FOR ALL AKSHNAV FANS!

PLEASE DO VOTE AND COMMENT BECAUSE FOR A WRITER- ITS MOTIVATING.

UPDATES- EXTREMELY SLOW BECAUSE THE EXAM MONTHS ARE GOING ON.

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I suddenly wake up, drenched in sweat, despite the air conditioner working at its full capacity to cool the room. The chill in the air did little to calm my restless spirit. The reason was the dream -the same dream which I see every night, a fragment of reality from six years ago during a rainstorm in Mumbai. It is a moment that still haunts me since my miscarriage of my other twin- a boy.

I take a quick glance beside me and find the bed empty as usual. It was normal for me. Pretty normal.

My husband would be probably in the study working on his laptop, with a glass of wine on the side.

I sigh.

I get up and tie my hair in a bun and walk out to fetch some water. I could hear the soft tapping of keys in the background.

Pouring some water from the jug into a glass, I drink it smoothly. The tapping doesn't stop in the background, it intensifies.

I make my way towards the study, my slippers slapping against the hardwood floor.

And I see my husband. MY HUSBAND ABHINAV SHARMA- THE RICH AUTOMOBILE INDUSTRIALIST. He is busy typing something on his laptop and the wine glass is kept beside it, a little amount of the red liquid left to finish.

Behind him, is the wall and on that wall- there's a large frame- of me and him dressed in a wedding attire.

''Akshara?'' I hear his voice and focus my vision on him.