credit for this scene goes to dee for mentioning that pragz should've tied abhi to a chair and made him watch the video with her alone, and to donny for endorsing my idea of restraint too...you'll see ;)
FICLET: Where the heart isPragya strode into her room, clutching her mobile in one hand. The rough edge of the glittered cover bit into her skin, but she hardly noticed. She made sure to close the door behind her, even turning the lock for good measure.
Nothing was going to interrupt what she was about to do.
Abhi was pulling his blanket from the bed. As he turned to walk to his sofa, Pragya came right up to him and snatched the blanket away.
"Hey! Mogambo, it's bedtime, I don't want to fight now, can we just -"
Pragya silenced him with a finger to his lips. She watched his eyes widen as she backed him a few steps behind, making him topple onto the ottoman at the foot of their bed.
"What are you -"
Before he could finish his question, she slid into his lap. A small part of her brain noted with delight that his arms came up automatically to hold her. She wiggled a little, wanting to make sure she was in just the right position. Even though she was focused on her mission, she did notice that his breath suddenly choked.
When she was settled at the right angle, sideways in his lap so that she was facing the door while he faced their tv, she reached one arm behind his back. His shoulder span was so massive that she could only just reach her other hand, but finally she was able to adjust herself so that she could hold her mobile for him to watch while she kept watch on his face for reactions.
Intent on her task, Pragya didn't notice that Abhi was uncharacteristically staying silent. With a few swipes of her finger she queued the video that would finally prove Tanu's lies beyond any doubt for Abhi.
She turned her head to tell Abhi to pay close attention - and saw that his eyes were glazed over. He wasn't looking at the mobile at all. He was - was he looking at her
hair?
"Suniye!" she snapped impatiently. "Zara dhyan dijiye, look here. You need to see this. Now."
Instead of responding to her instruction, Abhi tipped forward, suddenly burying his nose in her hair. She felt his lips brush against her neck, sending a jolt through her whole body.
"Arre!" She tried to jump back, but since she was so perfectly in position, and since he was still holding her with his arm curled on her hip, she couldn't move at all. "What are you doing? Will you pay attention, now is not the time -"
Pragya tried to pull his head away, but she didn't want to jostle her arm with the mobile, and she didn't have enough leverage with her other hand.
Abhi nuzzled against her, rubbing his face into her hair like a cat. A curious and happy cat.
"S-suniye -" Pragya tried again, her breath catching in her throat at the intensity of the moment. "I'm trying to sh-show you -"
"
How is your shampoo scent stronger than your perfume?" Abhi demanded, his voice a low murmur . "That's what this is, this fresh fruit scent. Fuggy used to use this. All this time, how did I never realise?"
"What?" Pragya asked in bewilderment. "Shampoo? Uff! Aap bhi na! Look, we can talk about shampoo later, right now we -
ah!"
Before she even realized what was happening, Abhi swept her hair to one side, tipped back her head, and
nipped at her exposed shoulder. Then he even
kissed the spot he had teased with his teeth, soothing the slight sting with a soft press of his lips.
Pragya's mobile fell to the floor. Suddenly she had to grip at his arm just to stay steady. Her mind whirled with a thousand thoughts and reactions, and she had no idea what was going on anymore.
"Fuggy's scent...Fuggy's taste...Fuggy's face..." Abhi said distractedly, his fingers weaving into her hair as he cradled the back of her head. His gaze ran over her face, and then further down, and Pragya felt her skin heat as she realized where he was looking now.
The heat flared even hotter when his hand suddenly landed...on her breastbone!
No...slightly to the
left of her breastbone...
"I only wish..." Abhi's gaze travelled back up, dwelling for a long moment on her lips but then finally meeting her eyes. "I only wish you had Fuggy's heart, too..."
Their eyes locked for a long moment, that old familiar habit they had never been able to break. As she looked into those portals of his soul, Pragya read...anguish. Loss.
Defeat.
All at once, a flood of regret doused Pragya's exhilaration. She looked away from him, unable to hold his gaze as every doubt she had ever had about this mission surfaced in her mind. She hated to face what she had done to him.
Her eyes fell on her mobile, face down on the floor.
Like the first beam of sunshine after a rainstorm, hope and excitement swelled freshly in Pragya's heart.
She carefully leaned forward to retrieve her phone, not wanting to leave his lap since he was somehow still holding onto her...and since they were about to
finally be free...
She tapped the screen and was relieved to see it was still in working order. The video was queued and ready to play again.
She straightened in his lap. She set her hand on his chest, mirroring the way he had just touched her.
"Watch this, please," she said softly, looking into his eyes with fresh determination. "And you will know all you need to know about my heart."
She slid the mobile into his hand. He looked down at it, his brow creasing in frustration, his body tense with attentive silence.
She took a deep breath...and pressed
play.
THE END
Edited by -mina- - 10 years ago
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