Abhigya Short Stories

Bewitched : Part Nine

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"Hi." Pragya says smiling at the stranger.

"Hi." Abhi croaks realizing she truly didn't recognize him.

Pragya turns to look at Nani with a smile waiting to be introduced.

"He got the wrong house. He is on his way out." Nani tells her.

"Oh!" Pragya couldn't hide her disappointment.

"I'll see him out." Nani says.

Abhi slowly starts walking out trying to come to terms with the fact that Pragya didn't recognize him anymore. How can he heal her broken heart if she has no memories of him?

"Please don't come again." Nani tells him in a whisper as she closed the gate. What she had feared happened. She could see Pragya's smitten look. This was what she had tried to tell Pragya and Disha. The memories meant nothing when the feelings were so strong. She didn't need to remember him to feel her love for him.

Realizing he had already come out and Pragya was still inside the house, he says "I want to talk to her."

"No. please don't create a scene. She is happy now, let her be happy."

Nani closes the door and goes to the kitchen. Pragya disappointed looks out the window to see the stranger still there looking confused. She quietly sneaks out. She didn't know why she felt this pull towards him, as if he was everything to her. She wanted to be with him. Stay with him. Belong to him. Pragya chuckles at her own stupidity, completely in love with a stranger.

Hearing the door open, Abhi turns back and stands there shocked seeing Pragya coming out.

"Nani, said you got the wrong house. You looked confused so I thought maybe I could help you." Pragya says smiling.

Abhi couldn't help remember the first time they had talked. That time he had acted as if he had come to the wrong house.

"Who were you looking for?"

You.

Then he smiles, realizing that it didn't matter if she doesn't remember him. They can make new memories, beautiful pleasant memories.

"Sultan."

"Sultan? Sorry... I don't know... we just moved in like 2 weeks back." Pragya tells him smiling.

"Oh..."

"I am sorry."

"It's okay." Abhi says smiling.

"I like your car." Pragya says pointing at his black Maserati.

Abhi smiles, he so could see where this conversation was headed.

"Thanks. Abhishek Prem Mehra."

"Pragya Arora."

Then they remained silent.

"Sultan is my college mate... I was told this was his house." Abhi informs her.

"Oh!" then her face falls.

"Is there a problem?" Abhi asks upset seeing her upset.

"Are you getting married?"

Abhi chuckles, "Nope... no wife, no girlfriend and no fiance."

"What?" Pragya asks confused.

"I thought I should get that out of the way because I wanted to ask you something."