? Abhigya ?
He is a man of morals. Girls die for him and yet, he refuses to get close to any one, still waiting for the right one to enter his life.
She is an orphan, struggling to build a career in acting. To save the orphanage, she is willing to...
Aha! I knew there was one fic that I was forgetting to update!
Just found out which one it was. 😂 😂 😂
Anyways, Onwards!
"Words in double quotes" - Talking
'Words in single quotes' - Thoughts
(Words in braces) - Telephone conversations
Chapter 8 - Trapped in the Snow
Abhi took in deep gulps of air as he leaned against the tree. He raised his head to look at the men in front of him. All of them were slowly getting up on their feet. 'Won't they ever give up?!'
He had been fighting Damru and his four companions for almost half an hour, but they still wouldn't give up!
Where is Nikhil you might ask, no?
Abhi chuckled as he looked to the side. There, on the snow, lay Nikhil. Nikhil had been fighting against him as well. However, due to wrong timing, Nikhil ended up being the one to get Damru's hard punch on his face. Poor guy fell unconscious that very instant.
"Abhi are you alright?" Pragya asked him in concern as she stood beside him. She touched his shoulder and was shocked by how cold his shirt was. 'I'm wearing my coat and scarf. But Abhi... Abhi doesn't have any warm clothes on.' she looked up at the sky. 'Oh my! It's almost sundown. It's cold now, but it will be downright freezing in an hour or so! Abhi needs to get somewhere warm.'
"I'm fine Pragya. Just watching our sleeping beauty Nikhil. Looks like he needs a princess to kiss and wake him up." he joked.
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"Stop laughing you fool! We'll end you today and that's it!" Damru shouted getting his attention.
"Yeah. I'm your dreams Ugly!"
"What did you call me?"
"U-ugly. Didn't you hear well?"
Pragya felt her worry increase on hearing Abhi stutter. Not from fear, but because of the cold. 'Damn damn damn! I need to get him out of this forest and to somewhere warm. But how? How do we escape these men?!'
"You arrogant fool! I'll beat you into oblivion!" with a shout, Damru charged forward, and so did his men.
Abhi took a stance and got ready to fight. They all came and grabbed him, making him unable to hit. Just when Damru thought he had Abhi, Pragya came forward and gave him a hard push. As he fell to the ground, Abhi took the opportunity to throw off the rest four.
Before he could fight, he felt Pragya grab his wrist and pull him back. "Abhi, let's run!"
