Abhigya Short Stories

Haunted House : Part Four

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Two weeks later.

Pragya was rebelling against the whole wide world because of her anger against a single man. Huffing and puffing, she replayed her insult in her mind for the millionth time as she lay on her bed. She was cursing the mighty Abhishek Prem Mehra in her mind when she hears her father calling her name.

"Pragya."

"WHAT?" Pragya snaps back at him, if it wasn't for him, she wouldn't have ever come to this stupid house and met Aliyah and then regretfully met Mr. Mighty-ungrateful-pig Mehra.

"Please come here."

"I DON'T WANT TO TALK ABOUT GHOSTS! I AM DONE WITH GHOSTS!" Pragya screams back at him, still furious at his audacity of asking her or infact pressurizing her about helping other ghosts with ungrateful family members.

"Pragya... please come out." Raghuveer says in a reasonable whisper.

He was standing outside the door.

Furiously, Pragya gets up from her bed and rips open the bedroom door.

"I AM NOT TALKING TO ANOTHER GHOST AND HAVE HER GOOD FOR NOTHING BROTHER THROW ME OUT OF HIS HOUSE."

"Ermm... I told you not to get attached." Raghuveer says in an embarrassed tone as he looked at Abhi.

"WELL I AM NOT GETTING CLOSE TO ANYONE." Pragya replies.

"Pragya... calm down... Abhi is here to see you."

"WHAT?" Pragya shouts in outrage and looks around to find Abhi sitting at the couch as he watched her like one watches a circus. "YOU!"

"PRAGYA, What are you wearing?" Sarala asks her in panic.

Mommy the angel. The only sane family member who agreed with her that ghosts and their stupid brother should be left alone.

"What?" Pragya asks her in a mild tone and looks at herself.

Pragya gasps in shock. As part of her rebellion she had refused to take a shower and was still wearing her faded shorts and t-shirts that were torn and had huge holes all over. Pragya gasps in shock as she put her hand to her head and stops in shock. She had refused to brush her hair for two weeks straight to show her father and all those ghosts and their stupid brother how serious she was about not helping ghost. Agitated, she starts to run her hand through her hair and her fingers get tangled in the knots. Frustrated and humiliated, Pragya turns to Abhi and instructs him, "You wait. I will come now."

Abhi nods in reply as he continued to watch her in amusement.

"Ask him not to smile." Pragya instructs Raghuveer who had belatedly only realized her shameful attire and nods his head.

Twenty minutes later, Pragya comes out scrubbed and cleaned and her hair wet and brushed down, her eyes and lips painted with eye liner, eye shadow and lipstick. She marches to Abhi.

"GET OUT." Pragya orders him hands on hips.

Abhi gives her an amused look. "Did you just dress up to throw me out of your house?"

Pragya gets flustered hearing him and then recovering she says, "Yes. Any problem?"

"Pragya... he is our guest." Raghuveer reminds her irately.

"He threw me out of his house!" Pragya complains in outrage.

"I did not. I politely asked you to never come again." Abhi reminds her.