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Chapter 4.. Deference..

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  Once in a while the perfect relationship comes along. it doesn't flood you or leave you dry, but surrounds you with perfect peace.   

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Abhi took the forms from Sandy and started counting it.. Sandy sits beside him and murmurs into his ears softly.. Abhi.. The management has told to inform to just enroll 15 candidates for the Fashion Row and Science Row.. As there is limitations.. because of the Education Scholarship..

Abhi looks at him and whispers softly.. Already there are 12 enrollments done in Fashion Row and almost 10 Science Row is enrolled Sandy.. Look at the line.. They are crowding more..

Sandy gave an empty look and Abhi glares at him saying.. I don't want to get into their scowls.. Better you give this announcement to them..

What..?.. No way.. I won't.. Says Sandy.. Abhi glares at him again and Sandy sighs at him.. He stands up and looks at everyone saying.. Hello everyone.. There is a new announcement from the management.. There are only limited enrollments allowed for Fashion Row and Science Row.. So, already 12 are filled in the Fashion.. And only 2 places are left.. About Science 5 places are vacant.. Please decide among you all and enroll your names.. Other than that, forms are available for the other departments in many numbers.. Please guys.. Be calm and decide soon.. We will wait for few minutes..

He sits next to Abhi, who was busy in arranging the forms.. Meetu comes close to him, but his eyes fell on Pragya.. Who stood close to him already.. She was about to speak.. But Meetu rushes before her and keeps her hand over the forms which was placed over the table..

Abhi flips his face towards her and her hand that was placed over the table.. He was about to speak, but Meetu urged her voice saying.. Enroll my name and my friend's name in Fashion Row..

But Meetu, I too want to enroll my name.. Pragya says in a low tone.. While Abhi and Sandy looked at each other..

You.. What are you gonna do by enrolling your name for Fashion Row..?!.. Meetu asks folding her hands across.. and Pragya gives her a fragile look.. While Meetu continued with a smirk and sour tone.. Have you ever stood in front mirror.. Just do that first.. Look at yourself.. You and Fashion..!.. She laughs with high attitude and then continues saying.. I'm just feeling pity on you.. She then turns to Abhi and looks at him saying.. Give the last two forms to me and enroll my name and my friend's name..

Pragya steps back and looks at her saying.. But Meetu.. Mam has asked me to.. .. before she could continue, Meetu steps close to her and gives her a sullen look saying.. Didn't you hear me..?.. You are not upto the status of enrolling your name in Fashion Row.. And you are wanting to participate.. Oh, just stop kidding and get lost from my sight..

Pragya stood with a pale face and her eyes started to get moist.. She was about to move.. But stopped hearing his uptight voice..

Miss. Meetu.. Your name will not be enrolled in the Fashion Row as well.. Abhi says and looks at Pragya.. He gestures her and she rubbed her eyes..

Mr. Cultural Secretary.. Do you know whom you are messing up with..?!.. I'm Meetu Singhania.. I'm sister of Aman Singhania.. The General Secretary of this College..!.. Meetu says in a outrageous tone..

Abhi giggles at by flipping his eyes between her and Sandy.. Oh, that jerk.. I mean, you are the sister of that jerk.. the so called General Secretary.. I'm so sorry.. If I have known this before, I wouldn't have allowed you to step inside this room.. Better get lost and I will not enroll your name in the register and neither you will get the form.. Abhi says by stretching his hands either sides..

Meetu gasps at him and looks at Pragya.. who stood baffled.. Mr. Cultural Secretary.. I.. .. before she could speak further.. Abhi cuts off her saying.. Mr. Abhishek.. Call me as Mr. Abhishek Mehra.. 

Don't you dare to speak with me with that high tone.. Meetu said in a warning tone.. and Sandy giggles at her and whispers into Abhi's ears saying.. Dude.. I think you should kick her out of the class, it's high already.. Sandy chaffed into Abhi's ears while Abhi let a suppressive laugh.. And Meetu fumed on hearing it..

You blockhead.. How dare you..?.. I will not leave you that easily... And you Mr. Abhishek Mehra.. I want my name to be enrolled in the Fashion Row.. right now.. Just do it.. She almost ordered him..

While Abhi stood up banging the table and screeched his voice louder saying.. Miss. Meetu Singhania.. I'm not your charwoman to obey your orders.. did you get that..?.. And right now I will enter Pragya's name in front of your eyes.. and I'm ready to face all the corollary from you and your brother.. You just  wait and watch.. He says and takes the register.. But stops looking at Meetu, who walked close to him..

Mr. Abhishek.. You will pay for this..!.. She says and turns to Pragya saying.. And you Senseless dimmer.. You will never get what you need and I will not let you to get that.. Got it..!.. She pushes Pragya slightly, and she was about hit the table that was behind.. But Abhi held her arm tightly and Pragya eyes down wiping her tears..

Abhi looks at Meetu and was about to yell.. But she rushes out of the room with her friends..

Dude.. She is absolutely a slander and her brother.. that Aman Singhania.. he is not less than brute.. She will surely create a drama with him.. Sandy said..

Abhi looks at him and says.. Oh come on.. We have faced alot than this Sandy.. He smirks and saw Pragya walking across him..

Pragya stop.. Abhi let out her name and she turned to face him when he noticed her tears whimpering over her eyes..

She walked forwards looking at him and she was about to dash with the door.. But Abhi lifts his hand towards her and she turns by steadying herself looking at the door.. Within fraction of seconds.. her desolating face disappeared from his eyes..

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At Present..

I want your fingers to swab my tears like always.. I'm sorry Abhi.. I didn't have another choice  than this to accomplish my situation.. She mumbles hugging the pillow..

Pragya.. Pragya..!..

She heard Tanu voicing her name and wipes her tears quickly.. She looks towards the door  and saw Tanu walking with her breakfast plate..

She smiles walking towards her and sits opposite to her.. She forwards the plate to her and says.. Here is breakfast.. I don't want you to walk down.. I just recalled doctor's words a while before.. So, I got it here.. Pragya takes the plate from her and keeps it side..

Tanu Mam, shall I shift to any other room..?!.. Asks Pragya.. But why Pragya.. Don't you like this room..?!.. Tanu asks..

No, nothing like that.. This is Abhi.. .. She paused and then says.. I mean, this your room nah.. I don't want to interfere.. .. before she could speak further, Tanu urges her voice saying.. No Pragya.. You should stay here.. I want you and the baby to stay in this room.. So, that you will get used to Abhi's environment as well as the baby.. Only then the baby will get attached to it's father.. And you don't have to worry about him.. He is little hesitant about the new member.. I mean you.. But sure he will get attached to you and why not.. After all you are his future..!..

Pragya shrinks her eyes hearing to her words and Tanu says.. I mean, you are gonna set his future by giving us this happiness.. this baby is our future Pragya.. So, you are very important person in our life.. Pragya remained silent listening to her..

I will be leaving out for some work now.. I have informed Robin about your lunch, he will serve you here itself.. I just got a call from the doctor.. She informed me that, your diet plan is ready.. I will get it while returning home.. Tanu says and leaves the room..

She flipped her face and looks at the breakfast plate.. Her eyes fell over the little photo frame, that was lying over the bed side table.. She grabs it quickly and traces it with utmost care.. Just then she heard a crashing noise.. Stepping down from the bed she rushes out of the room..

Pragya came out of the room and peeped down finding the broad living hall empty.. She stepped back and was about to enter the room, but stopped hearing the same voice again..

She looks at the room, that was next to her.. Her lashes fluttered abruptly, while her legs rushes towards it.. She clutched the handle and stood striking.. "No Pragya, don't go in front of him.. Because you very well know that, why that noise sounded.. And if he sees you.. He will surely get more worse.."..  She turned to leave, but heard a thudding noise and without her insight, she pressed the handle and walked in to see the messy room.. She looks around for him.. Her eyes fell over the broken mirror of the dressing table along with the blood sprinkles all over it.. She panics and wandered her eyes all around.. She got to see his leg visible behind the door of the balcony..

Taking further steps with tears trimming down over her cheeks.. She kneeled in front of him.. Who was leaning over the chaise longue..

She looks at his distressed face and his bleeding palms.. Her eyes fell over his slitted fingers.. She urges her hand to touch him..

He pushes her hand away and looks to the other side ignoring her..

But she leaned forward saying.. I am ready to face your rages.. But let me treat your fingers, it's bleeding..!.. She said weeping her cries and touched his hand..

He once again pushed her hand away and ires his voice saying.. Don't you dare to touch me, he said thrusting her hand quickly and moves back pushing the longue..

Abhi.. .. She called his name, while he closed his eyes tightly and roared his voice angrily saying.. Just stop sounding my name with your sinful voice.. For me, you stand in the place of a deceiver.. I don't want to see your face.. nor feel your touch or to say your name.. Just disappear from my eyes, like how you left me alone 7 years ago.. Or else, you will have to see my dead face, and already you have ripped my soul mercilessly..!..

Abhishek.. just give me a minute.. I will explain you everything... Just once Abhi.. Pragya said in between her sobbing voice..

He stands up immediately and moves away from the face, while she kept calling him name continuously.. But he didn't bother to look back at her and rushed out of the room, by  closing the door with a bang..

Abhishek.. I'm sorry.. Please don't do this with me.. She almost screamed and cried vigorously..

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Back to past

---- Next day in college ----

Excuse me Mam..?.. Sandy stood assenting near the door.. and the Professor permitted him to enter in..

Sorry for disturbing the class mam.. I'm here to inform about the Cultural.. He said, while the professor gestured him to continue..

He looks at everyone, and said in a loud tone.. Those who have enrolled their name for participating in the Cultural competitions, have to assemble in the auditorium before lunch hour.. as there is a meeting arranged..

As he completed, his eyes fell over Meetu, who was glaring at him already.. She smirks at him and runs aside.. while his eyes flipped to Pragya who was sitting at the last bench..

Please make sure to be there on time, to confirm your name.. Because the registered names will be announced.. He said, while everyone nods and Sandy left the class after thanking the professor..

Okay.. tomorrow will be the last day to submit the weekly assignment.. The Professor reminded everyone and walks out of the class..

Let's go girls.. Meetu says and stands up.. She walks to the front, while one of her friend asked.. Meetu, how can you go there..?.. Yesterday your name wasn't registered nah..?..

Come on girls.. I'm Meetu.. Meetu Singhania.. My brother is the General Secretary.. And I'm taking part in this Cultural..!..She smile with a pride saying so..

Meetu left the class with her friends giving a smirked glance at Pragya, who was sitting in the last bench corner and viewing out of the window with a pale face..

Minutes passes.. The class got empty, and Pragya was the only person left all alone..

Hey Pragya.. You are alone here..?.. Come let's go for the meeting.. She walked towards her saying so..

She looks upto her and sounded in a low tone.. I'm not.. because, I'm not participating Nisha..

What..?.. Are you serious...!?.. But why..?.. You know right, that this is solid opportunity for you to get that Scholarship..?.. She asks walking close to her..

No Nisha.. I'm not interested.. please don't talk about this anymore.. Pragya said and flips her face by wiping her tears.. Nisha sits next to her and flips her face.. While Pragya tried hard to control her tears..

Are you okay..?.. What happened..?!.. Nisha asks.. Pragya sights down with a dim face while tears rolled down her cheeks..

Nisha throws her hands around her shoulders and pulled her for a hug, while Pragya parts away saying.. I'm fine Nisha.. Please.. leave me alone for sometime..

Come on Pragya.. You are not alone here.. I have said this to you so many times.. If you really trust me and respect me as your friend.. just tell me everything.. Nisha asks again..

Pragya mops her cheek and narrated about the yesterday's incident.. While Nisha was shocked hearing to her..

Have you lost it..!.. You are standing back because of that devil.. That Meetu is such a crude creature.. and you wanna stay away for her..!.. This is not done.. Just come with me.. Nisha says holding her hands and stands up..

But where..?!.. Asks Pragya.. To the Cultural Secretary..!.. Says Nisha..

Pragya reminisces his face, and his words which was on her favor.. She was already squeezing her brain, as how come he got got to know her name.. and above all, the way he stood for her in front of Meetu was lingering her from yesterday..!..

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