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She got into home and thanked Fardiabhi and sent her home. Pragya felt herself lucky that the old woman across her area took care of her daughter when she was at work.
Refreshing herself, toweling her wet hair, after making her fit in pair of pajamas she made tea for herself and sat besides her sleeping little angel and traced her soft silky hair, she traced her thumb on her eyebrows which looked exactly like his, her baby is just like him., her eyes, nose, lips everything. In these years there was no day she didn't remember him, how could she restrict herself not to remember him when she has the most valuable symbol that he left in her.
Today is not a normal day for Pragya, she saw him again. He is the same. She saw him staring at her, she knew he recognized her, thats why she ran away from there probably she ran away from him. She just hated it, she hated the way his one glimpse made her to run away. She cant stand his reality and also she made a mental note that she is not letting anyway to let him to her reality.
Drowning in thoughts she heard a knock at the door, thinking that Farida bhi’s drunkard son thrown her out yet again, she opened the door. Pragya stood there with her mouth open, unable to speak.
Abhi looked at her, looked at her close to him after years. He look in her damp hair, and then his eyes moved down to her eyes, there was tiredness, sadness in those gorgeous eyes, he didn't miss to notice her dark circles, all he could feel that moment is GUILT.
Still he managed to smile at her, his breathe got hitched to utter her name from his mouth,"Hello, Pragya” he said almost like a gasp.
She became a dumb right the moment, words betraying, eyes filled up. All she could remember is the pain that she gone through, when he was not there, she missed him, she wanted him but not now, right now he is there before her eyes but she just don't want him to be here, she hate his presence, when she gather to voice out all she did was a screech “Go away” she then attempted to close the door but he held it open with one hand.
“Can I come in?” he asked in a soft tone but it sounds 'I have to get in’.
“I said go away” she shouted, going to shut the door but he stuck his foot in preventing it from closing.
“Not again,Pragya” he said sincerely , and she just don't want him to utter her name.
“Please, give me a minute. I only want to talk” without waiting for an invitation he walked in passing Pragya.
He looked around at the small apartment. It had a combination living room and kitchen. Two other doors, which he assumed was the bedroom and bath room.
“do you think? You are welcomed here” she asked sarcastically.
He scanned her from head to toe, she is still the same but more fragile.
