A short story on Abhigya on how Abhishek Prem Mehra, a successful businessman gets back his love of life, Pragya Abhishek Prem Mehra. #123 in Short Story - 20/03/2018 #93 in Short Story - 25/04/2018

[Highest ranking #1 in spiritual] [#2 on What's Hot list] "What are you doing here?" I asked her through gritted teeth. She looked at me confused. For the sake of her, I have to do this. "I asked what are you doing here?" I now shouted at her. She flinched. "I..I came here for you." She stuttered, playing with her fingers. "Aah! As if I don't know what you came here for!" I spoke menacingly. "What are you talking about?" She asked, confusion and hurt flickered through her eyes and I quickly averted my gaze. "Oh so you don't know huh?!" I said, taking two steps towards her and holding her by her arm tightly. "I know you married me just because you wanted money. You are just a gold digger. We are married but don't think that I like you. I don't like you nor will I ever like you. Forget about loving you. We are married but I don't consider you as my wife. You are nothing to me. NOTHING!" °○°○° Meet Sidra Qureshi. She is 20, a fun loving and happy go lucky person who cheers everyone around her. She is the only daughter of her parents but a part of her is lost when she lost her brother when she was 10. Since then she is the life of her parents. She had practically lived her life in oblivion about her past. Meet Nabil sikander. He is 23, an Arrogant, Ruthless and Cold hearted person. His dream is to be the CEO of his father's company which he is trying real hard to be and is adamant on it, living behind his cheerful life. He have insecurities and trust issues. Jealousy made him the person he have become. He is dying everyday from his guilt. A past which binds them both together. A past which she is unaware of and a past which he is guilty of. Unaware of her past, she tried everything in her attempt to make their marriage work and because of the past, he kept pushing her away. Finally things started to settle and love started blooming but will their love last long? Or will their past ruin their happiness, their lives and their love? Read to find out

He splashed some water on his face and removed his handkerchief to wipe his face when a piece of paper fell from his pocket. He looked at it through furrowed eyebrows and picked it up as he opened it to find the same printed letters. He recalled the events and understood that it was the man who collided with him a few minutes back who had placed the note in his pocket. He instantly took his cell and called the guard. "Search for a man in brown suit and mustache. He should not get out of this hall!" He barked and cut the call. He opened the letter again and read. "It's no use finding my man now Tsk. He's out of your reach! But let's do something more interesting? Shall we? Wanna see a magic? Another 20 seconds and the place will explode. I wish your sister a happy married life :) Counting begins.....Tick Tock." *** It is said that Time is the best healer but if you don't let it heal then how can it? She was broken He was full of life She was a dead soul, just breathing and alive for name sake He was living his life to the fullest, achieving new heights of success She was an orphan with no parents He had the most lovable ones A broken soul with no hope to live.. A lively one with intentions of winning every challenge of life.. What happens when this unknown stranger enters her world and starts slowly pulling her out of her shell without her even knowing it? What happens when this mere stranger starts making his place in her life and starts mending her broken world? What happens when she finds herself searching for reasons to live again? What happens when she start looking at the beautiful side of life? She had no reasons to live until he came along and dragged her in his life but the biggest challenge in front of him is to keep her away from the horrors of his life, which threaten to destroy him and leave her broken yet again. Will he be able to protect the love of his life? Or the psychopath who's after him will succeed in destroying his everything?

"But I'm your-" "I'm your what?!" He cut her off. She flinched at the acidity in his voice. "My wife?" He scoffed inching in on her until he was arms length. His eyes bored into the depths of her soul. He slurred the words with venom dripping from his tone. "You're only a signed contract, nothing more!" * * * "What's that shit doing on your face? you better remove it! you can't be walking on the streets of Chicago wearing that, this isn't your filthy Pakistan!" he ruthlessly spoke with disgust. "You mean my veil?" She questioned with fear placing a hand on her Niqab. "If it isn't obvious" "Please, don't call it that, it's my veil, my identity" "I'm sorry what?" "I can't remove it Saahir, p-please don't make me do this, its a part of me" she begged on the verge of tears. "I said take it off!" He yelled in a deep menacing voice and pulled it off her face throwing it mercilessly on the floor. Fresh tears pooled from her eyes Frustration built through him. He grabbed her shoulder and forcefully dragged her pushing her onto the floor. The floor hit Meeza harder than she had expected. "Oww" she yowled as the pain shot through her shoulder. Highest rank #1 IN SPIRITUAL Always in the top 15 Alhamdulillah #notyouraverageclichèbook. First published on 4th February 2018