Abhi doesn’t know what to reply, simply asked her “What does it mean?” little hesitated, he was happy that she somewhat mean to be with him, still he want to be sure what does she mean. Pragya realized what she had spoken, tries to justify as “I mean to say, I am new here Abhi, very new to Mumbai. So if I want to go to some places, I don’t know how to go or the route for it, and if you don’t mind I can seek help from you right? So let’s be friends?” she tried to ease the awkwardness.
Abhi asks “Is that a promotion from Student to Friend?” Pragya smiles “A kind of” Abhi agrees and says “Sure, then whenever you need help to roam around Mumbai, don’t take help from ‘Google Map’ just ask ‘Abhi’ (pulls his collar corner with pride)” Pragya laughs and says “Done, I will” Abhi had coffee and start to leave the house.
Abhi turns and asks “And forgot to ask, I read the script, it was not the story I had read about Romeo and Juliet. Is that your own scripted story?” Pragya wide her eyes as he had read the script which she gave by evening only, then replies “Actually it is a fiction story my friend wrote in a Weekly news book, just got it with her permission” Abhi nods with disbelief and turns to leave.
He was starting his bike, Pragya called him from the entrance, he looked her. She says “It is good to see you smiling. Keep smiling.” He understood that she was trying to cheer his mood, because he was upset by thinking about his sister. Abhi nods with a smile and says “Thank you for the Coffee” and he left the place.
He entered inside his room, and fell on his back over the bed. After very long years, he felt eased with his past. It was always right, that sharing your pain with someone, will reduce your pain. But sharing it with Pragya gave Abhi an easing comfort. With the trail of thoughts he dozed off.
Bulbul and Purab often have some heated conversation regarding Abhi’s feeling for Pragya ma’am. Purab had started to understand that Bulbul was indeed right that, Abhi’s feeling wouldn’t be appreciated or accepted by the society so easily. Having a painful past, Abhi can’t lose his loved one again. They thought to make Abhi understand about the consequences.
Purab and Abhi were sitting on the play ground breathing heavily, with sweat all over them, after a long match between the juniors and seniors. Purab “Abhi, Do you find that girl?” Abhi turns and see him with surprise and says “I didn’t bother about her now, why asking suddenly Purab?” hiding the truth. Purab replies “No it’s been long while you talked about her, you said that she was our college right?” Abhi couldn’t understand why Purab was extending the conversation about his love interest.
Abhi asks irritatedly “What you want to ask, ask it directly Purab!” Purab replies “I suspect that whether the girl you liked and now avoiding as you didn’t bother was ‘Pragya ma’am’?” Abhi remained silent for a while and says “See, I like Pragya ma’am that is true. And I didn’t bother about the girl whom I liked before. So stop confusing, let it be whatever it was. As of now, I am not in love with any girl, and you well known that I won’t allow any girl to enter inside my world so soon” saying this he stood up and left the place.
Purab thought himself ‘Man, already Pragya ma’am entered inside, you knew it but you are not ready to accept it. Your heart had already fallen for her; still your ego hurts to accept it infront of us. All was because of your past. Also you're running from the actuality too” sighed and followed him.
It was the day of their three continuous English hours, Pragya asked the class students to assemble on the Literature hall, all the classmate entered inside the hall. Abhi was ready with the dialogues and he came to centre of the stage, everyone is waiting to know who was playing ‘Juliet’ character. Purab was searching Bulbul but she was nowhere. Everyone’s attention followed to a voice “Here comes Juliet” it was Bulbul’s voice. Bulbul came to the stage with a happy smiling face.
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FF - Wajah Tum Ho
FanfictionI am Abhi and she my life Pragya. Age doesn't matter infront of our love. I love her and my love is enough for her not my age. Her love is enough for me. she is the backbone of my life.