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This was the story which I thought I won’t get acceptance, due to the age difference between the leads, but the response and support you all gave was unexpected. Thank you so much guys. Hope you all liking the storyline as of now. Let’s get into the story now.‘Half Truths are always Dangerous – Never decide anything without getting into the depth of the matter’
It might look like normal still everything are complicated. Pragya tried her level to be casual with everyone. She had guessed that Bulbul and Purab know about her and Abhi, because they behave little strange nowadays. She could name their behavior as ‘protecting their sensitive friend’ and she was happy about it that Abhi was not alone.
Being the Music Competition guide, Pragya has to be with the students at Music hall while they practice and track on their progress. Since the chief guest for the fest was going to be popular music director, the students practiced hardly to give their best. For Abhi it was life changing event, because the winner of the fest would be getting a chance to be a part of the music director’s upcoming year’s album. So Abhi practiced both in home and in college, Purab and Bulbul kept on encouraging him. Purab and Bulbul was performing dance for mixture of bollywood songs.
Pragya was coming by her bike nowadays because Nikhil was the one picking her every evening from college but one day while Nikhil had came and picked her by car, Pragya noticed Abhi staring at their car and them, she felt hurt. The college and studies are more important for his life, and she was not going to distract him from that. So she bought a bike and it became her transport support. Abhi’s behavior was little changed that he used to talk with Pragya but completely regarding studies and during music practice at college.
**At Parking Lot**
“Daadi, I'm fine, you came here last month only. Don’t need to travel again. After two months I itself will come and see you” said Abhi over the phone to his Daadi.
“I could sense that you're not fine, so only I asked you like that anyways take care. Wait Indu wants to talk with you” said Daadi and handover the call to Indu daasi, Abhi Daadi’s sister.
They had a conversation for a while; Abhi didn’t bother about the place, so he kept on talking with these old beautiful ladies by leaning over his back on the bike. Suddenly he felt his bike was little shaking, he shrugged off the thought by thinking it might be because of his weigh over the bike. But the shaking didn’t stop.
Purab and Bulbul reached there, seeing the scenario.
“Abhi, turn and see” said Purab by gesturing him to turn.
Without disconnecting the call he turned to see what Purab saying was. Pragya was struggling to take her bike handlebar which was tangled with Abhi’s bike handlebar.“Oops! Daadi I will talk to you later.” He ended the call immediately and helped her to entangle the bike handlebar.
But unfortunately because of his panic act, while entangling, Pragya’s finger crushed between the handlebar of both the bike. She screamed in pain which made Abhi even more panic.“Don’t you care about you? What have you done? I was taking the bike right? Who asked you to keep your fingers there?” scolded Abhi couldn’t control his emotions of hurting her fingers.
“I tried to help you. Sorry” she said while blowing air to her fingers.
“Show me, I will treat” he pulls her fingers, took out his hand kerchief and wiped the oozing blood.For a moment they both forgot what happened in their life. The bond between both was unstoppable and indefinable. It was not only love; it was a mixture of every emotion of a relationship. Purab and Bulbul realized it at that moment. The way Abhi got panic and Pragya’s reaction for his furious words was worth to explain them that they both care for each other. She tried to help him; he feels the pain of her hurt.
Purab and Bulbul looked at each other and thought
‘Have we done any mistake by not understanding their bonding?’
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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.