What is LoVe? (Abhigya FanFiction) || Ongoing

Part 2

Abhigya FF: What is love?

Pragya flipped and flopped her cell phone in her hand absent mindedly, while looking at the ceilings of the fan. For her, Marriage is a pure relation sharing with someone special, and particularly sharing that relation with that member only. But he, will he share with that only? That was the question rang in her mind throughout her mind. When she entered her home, her firm resolution to cancel marriage spilled into fleeting air with her mom raising her hands on her.
Sarla is not her mom, she is her stepmother. But actually on these 20 years of her life, she had ne’er saw her like that, in case of Sarla, she even treated her like that. Her father had scolded her sometimes, but sarla stood beside her every time protecting her. It was the first time; she had raised her own hands on her on the earth. She ne’er made her feel she is her stepdaughter; she cared like her own children, Aarav and Disha who were younger than her by 6 years.
She had somehow known that her father would not agree on the matter easily, so she already had her back up plans A and B. Now she is going to execute her Plan A.
Having raised hands on her daughter, sarla decided to stay with her daughter and try to clear up her misunderstandings. She took her pillow, and knocked on her door. Pragya opened the door, surprised to see her mother standing there with a pillow in her hand.
“Is my bacha is angry on her mother”, she asked innocently, trying to cheer her up. She smiled at her, and nodded her negatively, disagreeing her comment. “Come in. Mom”, she said, paving way for her to get in. She got in, and looked at her daughter face. Her face was red, and there are marks of hands still appeared. She regretted at the moment, having raised her hands at her.
She raised her daughter’s face with her hand, holding her chin in her hands, “What is bothering you beta?” she asked still not comprehending what is making her confuse about this marriage. “Maa. You heard it na, he had so much women in his life, what if I was one of them”, she asked worriedly facing her eyes. “If you’re one of them, he would never have come up with this marriage on his own. And you’re not like his one of the girls. My daughter is special”, she said proudly, even though she is not defending his character of being with women, she is not registering what she is up to.
“Maa. Do you think how could I be with the man, who touched others”, she hesitated, to spill the word ‘touch’. “If that is your problem, If I had thought like that I won’t be as your mother pragya”, she said defending making a valid point of the conversation.

But her situation was different, it was fate. But in  his situation it was his choice to lead in mortify way.

Pragya sighed in defeat, there was no other way to get them her point of view. They had seemed to be registered her as his wife in their coconut head. But she is not a loser to accept her defeat without trying. Knowing that already her mother she had her backup plan. She need to execute that on morning.

"Pragya. Have breakfast", Sarla called her loving as she placed her food. She was feeling guilty for raising her hands on her daughter. She never wanted push her in dig. "Coming maa", she replied as she put dupatta pinned on her shoulder.

Her face was looking little pale, sarla heart melted seeing her sad. "Pragya. Come have food. Look at your face. It was dull", she complained pulling her in to the chair. And she continued slowly putting the rice, "We won't do anything bad for you. He is good and rich he had came forward himself to marry you. Even if we search we can't get a groom like him."

Yes. A groom with every bad habits is hard to find maa.

She paused at looked at her face to know whether she was listening or not. She was listening, she took a long breath. "You would be thankful for this life later",she said proudly. Pragya nodded her head. She don't want waste time in them convincing instead she can make move on the man who made them like this right?.

"Maa. I'm going out.", Pragya informed while washing the plate. "Okay beta. Careful", Sarla replied as she moved to make preparation for Lunch.

Pragya dialled the numbers clearly with her trembled hands, atlast she pressed the calling button. And with bated breath she put the receivers to her ear, her uneven breath rang on her ear. "Hello Mehra and Mehta Industries", the sweet voice came as reply.

Taking breath air to her inhalation, she gathered her voice, "I wanna to speak to Head officer", Pragya replied with her quivering lips.

"But Madam, to speak with him you need appointment", she replied sternly. "Can you tell your name?", she proceeded. "Tell him I'm Pragya Arora speaking", she answered.

"Okay Madam. Please on hold", her humble voice came as reply. Pragya nodded her head stupidly as if nodding her head in phone would visible through telephone.

"Hello", she heard a raspy voice replying her in a few moments, her voice and throat dried in a moment making her unable to speak.

"Hey. Pragya right?Speak up"