Sunday Morning*
Purvi slowly opened her eyes, groggily taking in her surroundings. She was met with an unsettling silence. She sat up, rubbing her eyes, hoping to find her beside her. But the bed was empty.
She threw off the covers and got out of bed, her heart sinking with each step. The living room was empty too, no signs of him being there.
Her gaze wandered to the wall, where their wedding picture hung. She felt a pang in her chest as she stared at the happy couple in the frame. They were beaming with joy, lost in each other's eyes. The memory of that day flooded her mind - the laughter, the tears, the promises.
Purvi's eyes welled up with tears as she approached the picture. She gently touched the glass, tracing his smile with her finger.
She felt a lump form in her throat as she gazed at their happy selves. They had promised to love and cherish each other, but now...now it seemed like a distant dream.
Purvi tried to shake off the sadness, telling herself she needed to focus on the present. She decided to take a bath, hoping the warm water would wash away her tears and calm her nerves.
As she entered the bathroom, she heard the sound of a car stopping outside. Her heart skipped a beat. She knew that sound, knew that engine. It was her husband's car.
She quickly finished her bath, her hands trembling with excitement.
She wrapped herself in a towel and rushed to the cupboard, her eyes scanning the rows of clothes. She knew exactly what she wanted - a saree, his favorite color, sky blue. He loved her in sarees, and she loved the way he looked at her when she wore one.
She chose the perfect one, the same one she had worn on their anniversary. She hurriedly dressed, her fingers fumbling with the pleats and the pallu. She took a deep breath, trying to calm her racing heart.
As she looked in the mirror, she saw a glimpse of the happy Purvi, the one he had fallen in love with. She smiled, hoping that smile would be enough to bring him back to her.
Purvi was getting ready, standing in front of the dressing table, adjusting her saree. She was humming a soft tune, lost in thought, when she saw him. Abhijeet was standing in the doorway, leaning against the frame, looking at her with an unreadable expression.
Her heart skipped a beat as their eyes met. She smiled, hoping to break the ice, hoping to see a glimmer of the old Abhi, the one who loved her with all his heart.
For a moment, they just looked at each other, the air thick with tension. Purvi's smile faltered for a second, but then she saw something in his eyes, something that gave her hope.
Abhi's gaze was fixed on her, taking in every detail of her appearance. He seemed to be drinking in the sight of her, his eyes lingering on her face, her hair, her saree. Purvi felt a blush rise to her cheeks as she realized he was looking at her like he used to, like he couldn't get enough of her.
She turned back to the mirror, trying to compose herself, but her hands were trembling. She could feel his eyes still on her, could sense his presence behind her. She wondered if he would come closer, if he would touch her, if he would tell her what she so desperately wanted to hear.
Purvi: Kahan the tum jeet,??
Abhi: Kaam se gaya tha kahi.
Purvi: Sunday ko bhi kaam? Batakr jaana chahiye tha na.
Abhi: kyu? Har jaghe tumhe batakr jana zaroori hai? Pati hu tumhara nokar nhi jo tumse puche bina kahi nhi jaa sakta.
Purvi felt a sting from his words, her heart sinking. She had expected a more thoughtful response, not this...this coldness.
Purvi: Maine toh bass yun hi pucha tha...chinta ho jaati hai..
Abhi: Chinta?? Purvi main apna dhyan rakh sakta hun.. chhota baccha thodi na hu...
Purvi felt a lump form in her throat as she realized that the distance between them was growing wider. She didn't know how to bridge it, how to reach the man she loved.
Purvi: Jeeet..
But He turned and walked away, leaving her standing alone, feeling lost and hurt.
Time skip*
Purvi was working in the kitchen, her hands moving mechanically as she chopped vegetables and stirred the pot. Her mind was elsewhere, lost in thoughts of Abhi and their strained relationship.
As she glanced up, she saw him sitting on the couch, watching TV with a blank expression. She felt a pang in her heart, remembering the way things used to be between them.
Suddenly, a memory flashed in her mind.
Flashback*
She was making lunch, when Abhi had hugged her from behind, his arms wrapping around her waist. He started nuzzling her neck, sending shivers down her spine.
Purvi: Jeet.. mat karo na kaam kar rhi hu mai..
she said, trying to sound stern but unable to hide the smile in her voice.
Abhi: Meri jaan.. aaj sunday hai.. matlab hamare pyaar ka din.. aaj ke din tumhara sirf ek hi kaam hota hai... Mujhe saara din pyaar karna..
He had whispered, his breath tickling her ear.
She had giggled, and he had picked her up in his arms, carrying her to the bedroom. They had spent the rest of the day lost in each other's eyes, their love shining bright
Flashback ends*
Purvi's eyes welled up with tears as she compared that memory to their current reality. She wondered if they could ever go back to those carefree days, if their love could ever be that strong again.
Abhi noticed Purvi's tears and immediately sensed a change in her demeanor. He got up from the couch and approached her, his expression softening.
Abhi: Purvi.. kya ho gaya? Ro kyu rahi ho..??
Purvi tried to brush off her tears, but they kept flowing. She couldn't help it. The memory of their past love, the contrast with their present, was too much to bear.
Abhi stood before her, his eyes searching for answers. He reached out a hand, hesitated for a moment, then gently wiped away her tears.
Abhi: Rona band karo... Koi baat hai toh bolo..?
Purvi took a deep breath, trying to compose herself. She looked up at him, her eyes locking onto his.
Purvi: Bss kuch purane din yaad aagaye the.. yaad hai Bureau ke naam pe hamesha ghar pe jhooth bolkr tumse milne aati thi... aur jab hamri shaadi hui.. kitna pyaar karte the na tum mujhse.
Purvi's eyes searched Abhi's face, hoping to see a spark of understanding. But instead, she saw a hint of impatience.
Abhi: kehna kya chahti ho?
Abhi asked, his tone a mix of frustration and resignation.
Purvi: Kya hum dobara pehle jaise...nhi ho sakte.
Abhi: Purvi hum teenagers nhi hain.. aur bhi kaam hain, zimedariyan hain..
Purvi felt a sting from his words. She wasn't asking for a romantic getaway or a fairy-tale love story. She just wanted some connection, some affection, some love.
Purvi: Maine zaada kuch toh nhi maanga jeet... Bss kuch samaya, thoda pyaar...tumhari thodi attention.. mujhe aisa lag raha hai main tumhe khoo rhi hu jeet..
Abhi sighed, rubbing his temples.
Abhi: Dekho mujhe thoda kaam hai..
Purvi shook her head, feeling tears prick at the corners of her eyes.
Purvi: Hamesha toh kaam hi karte rehte ho... Kya tumhare pas ab mere liye zara sa bhi time nhi.
Abhi: tum chahti kya ho yr... Thodi toh understanding bano...jaanti ho tum mai tumse pyaar karta hu.. baar baar sabit karna zaroori hai kya?? Aur ab main tumhare liye sab kuch chhod kar ghar toh nhi beth sakta na..That's not how it works.
Purvi felt a chill run down her spine. That's not how it works. Was their love just a routine now? A habit? She wondered if Abhi even realized how much he was hurting her.
Purvi: jeet please na.. hu...hum khoo rahe hain khud ko.. aaj sunday hai na chalo firse pehle jaisa sab karne ki koshish karte hain..
Abhi: Dekho raat ko main kaafi der tak kaam kar raha tha...mujhe bahut neend aarhi hai..
She realized he was shutting her down again. She reached out, placing a gentle hand on his arm.
Purvi: Jeet.. please thode toh efforts dalo.. hamare liye... Hamare pyaar ke liye..
Abhi's gaze drifted away, his voice barely above a whisper.
Abhi: I'm tired, Purvi. Just let me sleep.
Purvi's hand dropped, her heart sinking. She felt like she was losing him, like he was slipping away from her. She wondered if he even cared about their relationship anymore.
With a heavy heart, she turned and walked away, leaving Abhi to his sleep. She felt tears prick at the corners of her eyes as she realized that their love was struggling to stay alive.
Time skip*
Night*
Abhi woke up to the tantalizing aroma of his favorite food wafting through the air. He got up, washed his face, and made his way to the dining area.
Purvi was busy setting the table, her hands moving with precision and care. She looked up and smiled as Abhi approached, her eyes sparkling in the dim light.
Purvi: Jaag gaye tum.. aao khaana kha lo..sab tumhari pasand ka banaya hai maine aaj..
Abhi's heart skipped a beat as he took in the spread before him. His favorite dishes, all perfectly prepared and presented. He felt a pang of guilt for his earlier behavior.
He sat down, and Purvi lit the candles, casting a warm, golden glow over the table. She turned off the lights, and the soft flicker of the flames created an intimate ambiance.
Abhi looked up at Purvi, his eyes locking onto hers. For a moment, they just stared at each other, the tension between them palpable.
Then, Purvi smiled and said..
Purvi: Khaake batao na kaisa bana hai...bahut pyaar se banaya hai maine tumhare liye...
Abhi's heart melted at her words and he gaze lingered on Purvi's face for a moment before he said..
Abhi: purvi..meri eyesight pehle hi weak ho rahi hai.. andhere main khaana kaise khaunga..
Purvi's smile faltered, and she hesitated for a moment before getting up to turn on the lights. The sudden brightness made Abhi squint, and he raised a hand to shield his eyes.
Purvi sat back down, her eyes cast downward, her voice barely above a whisper.
Purvi: I thought it would be romantic.
They sat in silence for a moment, the only sound the clinking of utensils on plates as they began to eat.
Purvi: Waise parso headquarters gaye the na kya hua tha wahan?
Abhi: Kya hoga.. jo hota hai wahan wahi hua.
Purvi tried to make conversation, asking Abhi about his day, his work, anything to break the silence. But he responded with monosyllabic answers, his eyes fixed on his plate, his expression uninterested.
It felt like forced talk, and Purvi could sense the effort draining out of her. She tried to think of something, anything, to say, but her mind went blank.
She stopped talking, and the silence between them grew thicker, more oppressive. Abhi didn't seem to notice, or maybe he just didn't care.
Purvi's eyes dropped to her plate, her appetite gone. She pushed the food around, her mind racing with thoughts. Why was he being like this? Why couldn't he just talk to her, connect with her?
The candles, which had seemed so romantic earlier, now cast eerie shadows on the walls. The soft glow, which had promised intimacy, now felt like a harsh spotlight, highlighting the chasm between them.
Purvi's heart sank, and she wondered if this was what their relationship had been reduced to - forced conversations, awkward silences, and a deep, unbridgeable gap.
Purvi refused to give up. It had only been 7 months since Abhi's behavior changed, and she was determined to bring him back, to rekindle the flame that once burned bright between them.
She wouldn't give up, not yet. She would keep trying, keep fighting for their love, no matter how hopeless it seemed.
Purvi took a deep breath, her eyes locked on Abhi's face, willing him to look up, to see her, to see the love she still had for him. But his eyes remained fixed on his plate, his expression unyielding.
Time skip*
Abhivi's Bedroom*
Abhi was sitting in his room, lost in the pages of a book, trying to distract himself from the awkwardness of the dinner they had just shared. When he heard the bathroom door open, he didn't think much of it, assuming Purvi was just getting ready for bed.
But then, he saw her.
Purvi emerged from the bathroom, wearing a dress that made Abhi's heart skip a beat. It was red, tight-fitting, and hugged her curves in all the right places. She looked stunning, and for a moment, Abhi forgot about his exhaustion, his frustration, his detachment.
He forgot about everything except for the woman standing in front of him, looking like a vision from his wildest dreams.
Purvi's eyes met Abhi's, and she smiled, a sly, seductive smile that made Abhi's pulse race. She walked towards him, her hips swaying, her dress shimmering in the dim light of the room.
Abhi's eyes were fixed on her, his mind struggling to keep up with what was happening. He had thought they were done for the night, that the awkwardness of dinner would be the end of it. But now, as Purvi approached him, he realized that the night was far from over.
Purvi reached Abhi's side, her eyes never leaving his. She could see the surprise in his eyes, the hint of desire. She smiled to herself, knowing she had his attention.
Without a word, she climbed onto the bed, her movements graceful and deliberate. Abhi's eyes followed her, his gaze fixed on her legs, her hips, her curves.
Purvi leaned over, her face inches from Abhi's. She could feel his breath on her skin, warm and tantalizing. She whispered...
Purvi: Jeeett..
Abhi's eyes locked onto hers, his expression unreadable. But Purvi saw something there, a spark, a glimmer of hope. She reached out, her hand brushing against his cheek.
Purvi's heart skipped a beat as Abhi's lips touched her fingers. It was a gentle, tender moment, and she felt a rush of emotions.
She leaned in closer, her face inches from his, but he turned his head, refusing to kiss her. She felt a pang of rejection, but she didn't want to give up. She climbed onto his lap, straddling him, her hands on his shoulders.
Abhi: Purvi...kya kr rhi ho..
Abhi tried to stop her, his hands on her waist, but Purvi was determined. She opened the buttons of his shirt, her fingers trembling with emotion. She leaned in, her lips brushing against his neck, kissing him softly.
Abhi: P..pu..purvi..
Abhi's body tensed, his hands tightening on her waist, but he didn't push her away. Purvi took that as a sign, her kisses growing more insistent, more passionate. She trailed her lips down his neck, her tongue darting out to taste his skin.
Abhi's breathing quickened, his body responding to her touch, but he still didn't kiss her back. Purvi didn't care, she was determined to break down his walls, to reach the man she loved.
She kissed his chest, her lips tracing the contours of his muscles, her hands roaming over his skin. Abhi's eyes were closed, his face set in a mask of resistance, but Purvi could see the cracks in his armor. She knew she was getting to him, she could feel it.
But to her utter surprise, Abhi pushed her away, his hands firm on her shoulders.
Abhi: Get up ..
he said, his voice cold, detached.
Purvi's eyes widened in shock as she fell back onto the bed. She scrambled to her feet, tears filling her eyes.
Purvi: Kyu aisa kar rhe ho jeet mere saath..??
Abhi turned to leave, but Purvi caught his arm.
Purvi: Mujhe jawab do.. kitne mahino se mai dekh rhi hu aisa behave kr rhe ho mere saath jaise...koi parayi hu.. sach batao koi aur toh nhi mil gayi tumhe bahar??
she said, her grip tightening.
Abhi: Kuch bhi bakwas mat karo.. tum mujhe chain se jeene hi nhi deti isiliye...door jaa raha hu bss kuch samay chahiye hai mujhe..
Purvi's heart broke at his words. She let go of his arm, her eyes streaming with tears.
Purvi: 7 mahine ho chuke hain tumhe...yun doori banayi.. aur kitna samay chahiye tumhe jeet??
Abhi: Dekho purvi..
Purvi: Nhi dekhna.. aur nhi sunna mujhe kuch.. 4 saal ke rishte aur dedh saal ki shaadi ke baad tumhe yaad aaya hai ki tumhe khud ke liye bhi samay chahiye.?? Sabse ladd kar tumse shaadi kari thi maine aur ab... agar tum hi aisa behave karoge na jeet toh...
Abhi: Toh?? Toh kya??
Purvi: Main tumhe chhod kar chali jaungi.. It's enough jeet.. maine inn kuch mahino mai sab karke dekh liya jo ho sakta tha mujhse..but you haven't changed. You're still distant, still cold.
Abhi: Toh tum dhamki de rahi ho mujhe?
Purvi: Dhamki nhi de rahi.. bta rahi hu... Hadd hoti hai kisi bhi cheez ki.. aur self respect naam ki bhi cheez hoti hai kab tk gidgidati rahungi tumhare pyaar ke liye..
Abhi: Thek hai..Let's have a divorce.
Purvi's heart stopped.
Purvi: Matlb tum itni aasani se iss rishte ko jaane dena chahte ho?
Abhi: Agar tum khush nhi ho toh khatam karte hain na...tum bhi khush rahogi aur main bhi..
Purvi felt tears streaming down her face as she realized that Abhi was serious. He was willing to throw away their love, their relationship, without even a fight.
Purvi: How can you say that, jeet?? Can't you see that I'm trying to save our relationship?
Abhi's expression was unyielding, his eyes cold and distant.
Abhi: Tumne khud kaha hai na? Aur agar tumhe pta lag raha hai...kuch bhi pehle jaisa nhi raha toh dikhava karna hi kyu hai...khatam karte hain ise..
Purvi felt a sob rise up in her throat as she realized that Abhi was serious. He really wanted a divorce.
Purvi: Thek hai...tum yahi chahte ho toh yahi sahi...
Abhi nodded, his face expressionless.
Abhi: hmm.. kal lawyer ke pas chalenge..
Purvi felt like her world was crashing down around her. She couldn't believe that it had come to this, that their love had ended in such a bitter and painful way.
She turned and ran out of the room, tears streaming down her face, her heart shattered into a million pieces.
Next Day*
Purvi and Abhi sat in the lawyer's office, the tension between them palpable. They had barely spoken to each other since their argument the night before, and the silence was deafening.
The lawyer, a middle-aged woman with a kind face, looked at them with a sympathetic expression.
Lawyer: Aap dono sure hain aap logon ko divorce chahiye??
Purvi felt a lump form in her throat as, her eyes welling up with tears. Abhi's expression was stoic, his eyes fixed on some point on the wall.
Lawyer: Ahem... Mujhe nhi lagta aap dono ko hi divorce chahiye.. dekho main pehle hi bata rahi hu agar yeh rishta toot ta hai toh dobara nhi judega.
She saw tears in her eyes.
Lawyer: Thek hai... Main tum logo ko ek mahine ka samay de rahi hu...ek dusre se baat ko, samay do jo bhi baat hai use solve karne ki koshish karo...rishta todna hi har cheez ka solution nhi hota.. 1 mahine bad aana tum dono.. Divorce papers banakr rakh de rahi hu... Agar tab bhi tum logo ka wahi faisla hua toh kr dena sign.
Purvi: Ji..
Abhi: Okk..
Abhi didn't look at her as they left the lawyer's office, his eyes fixed on the ground. Purvi wondered if he felt anything at all, or if he was just relieved to be free of her.
She knew she would never forget him, never forget the way he used to make her laugh, the way he used to hold her hand. But now, all she felt was a deep sadness, a sense of loss that she couldn't shake.
Purvi: Mujhe bureau nhi jaana aaj...mere mayke chhod do mujhe..
Abhi: Thek hai.
He dropped her to her mom's house, tears streaming down her face. She flung open the door and rushed into her mother's arms, sobbing uncontrollably.
Her mom, seeing her daughter's distress, immediately enveloped her in a warm hug.
P.M: Purvi... Achank se yahan kaise beta??.. aur ro kyu rahi hai??
Purvi's words were muffled against her mom's shoulder.
Purvi: Maa.. jeet.. jeeet ko mujhse divorce chahiye... i tried to save our marriage, but he doesn't want to try anymore...
Her mom stroked her hair, her voice soft and comforting.
P.M : Maine pehle hi bola tha na beta... Wo ladka bilkul sahi nhi hi tumhare liye..pr tb toh teri aankho pe uske pyaar ki patti bandhi thi maa baap ki sunni hi nhi thi..
Purvi pulled back, her eyes red and puffy from crying.
Purvi: I'm sorry..
P.M : Koi baat nhi... Ab toh divorce ho gaya na..ab sab thek hai.
Purvi: Abhi nhi hua.. lawyer ne 1 mahine ka samay diya hai..
P.m: Koi baat nhi 2 saal kaate hain... 1 mahina aur sahi.. waise pta hai beta.. ek ladka hai mohit naam hai uska.. mai soch rhi hu divorce hote hi...tum usse shaadi karlo.. bhut acha ladka hu, ache pariwar se hai.
Purvi's eyes widened in alarm.
Purvi: Maa kya keh rhi ho..?
P.m: haa beta uss din..ghar aaya tha toh tere baare main puch raha tha.. shaadi ke liye keh raha tha maine bataya ki shaadi shuda hai tu toh thoda mayus ho gaya tha..
Purvi: Main kisi se shadi nhi karna chahti maa..
P.m: Pehle humne teri suni na..ab dekha na kya ho raha hai.. bss ab tu hamari baat manegi samjhi.. tum dono saath mai bahut ache lagoge.. ek baar abhijeet se divorce ho jaye fir shadi ki taiyari karenge..
Purvi shook her head vigorously.
Purvi: nhi ma.. please aisa mat karo.. main jeet se pyar karti hu.. mai kisi aur se shaadi nhi karna chahti.
P.m: Iss baar teri ek nhi sunugi samjhi.. shaadi toh teri ab mohit se hi hogi..
Purvi felt a surge of frustration. Why couldn't her mom just support her in her marriage, instead of constantly trying to find her a new husband? Didn't she know that Purvi's heart belonged to Abhijeet, no matter what?
Time skip*
Evening 6:40*
Abhi entered the house, expecting it to be empty. He thought Purvi was still at her mom's house, nursing her broken heart. But as he turned on the lights, he was surprised to see her sitting on the couch, lost in thought.
She was staring at something in her hands, her eyes glazed over. Abhi's gaze followed hers, and his heart skipped a beat as he saw what she was holding - their marriage photo.
Purvi looked up, startled, as Abhi's eyes met hers. For a moment, they just stared at each other, the tension between them palpable.
Abhi felt a pang of guilt, seeing the pain in Purvi's eyes. He knew he had caused it, with his indifference and his desire for a divorce.
Abhi: Purvi... he started, not knowing what to say.
But Purvi just shook her head, her eyes welling up with tears.
Purvi: Jab nibhana hi nhi tha toh jhoothe wade kiye hi kyu mujhse??
Abhi felt a lump form in his throat as he looked at the photo. He remembered that day, the happiness they had felt, the love they had shared. What had happened to that love?
Abhi: Dekho purvi.. purani baatein yaad karke koi fayeda nhi... Ab sab khtam ho chuka hai ..
Purvi: Kitna aasani se keh diya na tumne...
Abhi's eyes dropped, unable to meet Purvi's gaze.
Abhi: Dekho..pehle waqt kuch aur tha.. ab sab badal chuka hai..
Purvi: Sab nhi tum badal chuke ho.. main aaj bhi wahi hu... Mera pyaar aaj bhi waisa hi hai tumhare liye..
Abhi didn't respond, unable to refute Purvi's words. He knew she was right. He had changed, and he didn't know how to go back to being the man he once was.
Purvi wiped away her tears and stood up, a determined look on her face.
Purvi: Khair.. jaao fresh ho jaao.. mai khaana bana deti hu..
Abhi: Mujhe bhookh nhi hai purvi..
Purvi: Jhooth mat bolo.. shreya ne mujhe bataya ki aaj case ki wajah se sabne lunch skip kiya hai. Jaao fresh ho jaao aur khaana khane aao..
Abhi hesitated, but Purvi's firm tone brooked no argument. He trudged off to the bathroom, feeling a mix of emotions: guilt, frustration, and a hint of gratitude towards Purvi for still caring about him.
As he washed his face, he heard Purvi moving around in the kitchen, the sound of pots and pans clanging as she prepared dinner. He couldn't believe she was still taking care of him, still loving him, despite everything.
When he emerged from the bathroom, Purvi had set the table with a simple but delicious-looking meal. She gestured for him to sit down, her eyes soft with concern.
Purvi: ab in sabki khud aadat dal lo.. chali jaungi toh khud hi sambhalna padega sab..
Abhi sat down at the table, and Purvi started to leave, but he caught her hand, his fingers wrapping around her wrist.
Abhi: Ruko..
Purvi turned to him, her eyes questioning.
Purvi: Kya?
Abhi didn't know what to say. He just didn't want her to go, didn't want to be alone with his thoughts. He looked at her, his eyes searching for...something. Connection, maybe. Forgiveness.
Purvi's expression softened, and she sat down beside him, her hand still in his.
Purvi: kya hua? Aise mat dekho.. You're scaring me.
Abhi's grip on her hand tightened.
Abhi: K..kuch nhi bss keh raha tha.. tum bhi khaana kha lo..
Purvi nodded, and they both sat down to eat. The silence between them was palpable, but they both knew that words would only lead to more hurt.
They ate a little, their eyes fixed on their plates, the only sound the clinking of utensils on the plate.
The tension between them was still there, but for a moment, they just let it be, savoring the familiarity of sharing a meal together, even if it was in silence.
As they finished eating, Purvi got up to clear the table, her movements quiet and efficient. Abhi watched her, his eyes following her as she moved around the kitchen, feeling a pang of regret and longing.
The silence between them was still there, but it was no longer oppressive. It was as if they had both accepted that sometimes, words weren't needed. Sometimes, just being together was enough.
Time skip*
Abhi came out of the bathroom, expecting Purvi to still be awake. But she was already lying in bed, her eyes closed. He thought she was asleep, and his heart ached with sadness.
He lay down beside her, feeling the familiar warmth of her body. But as he turned to his side, he saw that her eyes were still open, tears slipping silently from the corners.
Abhi's gaze shifted to the ceiling, trying to hold back his own tears. But they came anyway, slipping from the corners of his eyes as he lay there, feeling the weight of their broken relationship.
Purvi didn't move, didn't make a sound, but Abhi knew she was still awake, still hurting. He wanted to reach out to her, to hold her close and make everything okay again. But he didn't know how.
So they lay there, side by side, both of them crying silently, the only sound the quiet sobbing that filled the darkness.
Next Day*
Purvi woke up to an empty bed, and her heart sank. She thought to herself..
Purvi: Ab iski aadat dalni padegi... Uske bina sone ki aur uthne ki..
She got out of bed and began her morning routine, trying to shake off the feeling of loneliness. As she went downstairs, she was surprised to see Abhi in the kitchen.
Her heart skipped a beat as their eyes met, and for a moment, they just stared at each other. Purvi felt a pang of longing, but she quickly pushed it aside.
Abhi broke the silence, his voice casual.
Abhi: Good morning.. breakfast bana diya hai.. khaa lo..
Purvi's response was equally casual.
Purvi: Thanks but mujhe sirf coffee peeni hai..
As she poured herself a cup, Abhi slid a plate in front of her.
Abhi: Eat something, Purvi. You need it.
She sat down, and they ate in silence, the only sound the clinking of utensils on plates.
As they finished breakfast, Abhi pushed his chair back and said..
Abhi: Bureau jaa raha hu.. jldi ready ho jaao sath mai nikalte hain.
Purvi shook her head, her voice firm.
Purvi: nhi tum jaao.. mai baad mai aajaungi..
Abhi : Okk... see you there.
He grabbed his car keys and headed out the door, leaving Purvi alone in the kitchen. She watched him go, feeling a mix of emotions.
As she cleared the dishes, Purvi couldn't help but wonder what the day would bring. Would they be able to work together, or would the tension between them be too much?
She took a deep breath, steeling herself for the day ahead. She would go to the bureau, do her job, and pretend that everything was fine. Even if it wasn't.
Time skip*
Evening 5:40*
As they walked in the door, Purvi turned to Abhi, her eyes searching his face.
Purvi: Jeet.. bss 29 din bache hain hamare divorce mai... Please kya hum saath main kuch samay nhi bita sakte?
Movie dekhne jaate hain na ya dinner pe?
Abhi hesitated, looking away, his jaw clenched. Purvi could see the conflict in his eyes, the war between his heart and his mind.
Purvi: Jeet please...Let's just pretend everything is okay, just for a little while. I don't want to spend our last days together like this.
Abhi's gaze dropped to the floor, his shoulders sagging.
Abhi: Purvi.. mujhe kaam hai bahut...
Purvi felt a stinging sensation in her eyes as tears began to form. She tried to hold them back, but it was too late. A single tear rolled down her cheek, followed by another.
Purvi: Koi baat nhi jaanti hu...tum busy ho... hamesha busy..
Abhi's gaze flickered to hers, a hint of guilt flashing across his face. But he quickly looked away, his jaw clenched.
Just then, the doorbell rang, breaking the silence. Abhi went to open the door, expecting it to be a neighbor or maybe a delivery guy. But to his surprise, he saw a boy standing there, looking up at him with big brown eyes.
Abhi: Aap kon??
Boy: hello sir.. mai mohit.. purvi ka hone wala pati..
Abhi's expression froze, his eyes widening in shock.
Abhi: Kya.. kya kaha tumne?? Hone wala pati??
The boy took a step back, looking scared.
Mohit: Ha..haaa 2 mahine mai hamari shaadi hone wali hai..
He couldn't breathe, couldn't think. Purvi, engaged? To this...this boy? No, it couldn't be. She wouldn't do that to him, not after everything they had been through.
He turned to see Purvi standing in the hallway.
Purvi: Maa chahati hai ki... Hamare Divorce ke baad mai mohit se shaadi karlu..
Abhi's face twisted in a mixture of pain and anger.
Abhi: Hmm thek hai..
he said curtly, trying to sound indifferent. But the word felt like acid in his mouth.
Purvi: Jeet main...
But he cut her off, his voice cold.
Abhi: I said okk, Purvi...Congratulations.
He turned away, trying to hide the hurt and betrayal that was tearing him apart. He felt like he was losing her all over again, and this time, it was forever.
Purvi: Jeet I'm sorry..
Abhi still forced a smile, trying to pretend like everything was fine. But inside, he was dying.
Purvi and the mohit, sat down on the couch together, looking like a perfect couple. Abhi's heart twisted with pain as he watched them.
He didn't want to leave Purvi alone with him, not now. He couldn't bear the thought of it. So he made an excuse, trying to sound casual.
Abhi: Mai chai.. bana deta hu..
Purvi nodded, and the boy smiled, looking grateful. Abhi went to the kitchen, trying to compose himself.
As he waited for the tea to brew, he couldn't help but glance at the couple on the couch. They were chatting.
Abhi felt a pang of jealousy, mixed with sadness. He realized he was still in love with Purvi, and the thought of losing her forever was unbearable.
He took a deep breath and brought the tea out, trying to play the perfect host. But inside, he was screaming with pain and heartache.
Mohit: Waise purvi main yahan isiliye aaya tha.. socha hum dono aaj dinner pe chalte hain.. thoda ek dusre ko janne ka time mil jayega.
Abhi's hand froze, his tea hovering near his lips. He remembered the exact same request Purvi had made to him just a few time ago, and how he had rejected her.
Purvi smiled at the boy, and Abhijeet felt a pang in his chest.
Purvi: Haa mohit... Lekin abhi nhi.
Abhi's gaze dropped, and he forced himself to take a sip of his tea, trying to appear nonchalant. But inside, he was seething with regret and longing.
Mohit: Kyu?
Purvi: Abhi mera Divorce hua nhi hai...mai abhi bhi jeet ki biwi hu tumhara yahan aana sahi nhi...
Mohit: Okk.. toh 1 month baad milte hain..
As the boy turned to leave, he gave Purvi a casual side hug, his arm wrapping around her shoulders. Abhi's eyes narrowed, his jaw clenched in anger.
He felt a surge of possessiveness, his mind screaming "SHE'S MINE!" But he knew he had no right to feel that way. He had pushed her away, and now she was moving on.
Abhi's fists clenched, his nails digging into his palms. He forced himself to take slow, deep breaths, trying to calm down.
Purvi smiled and waved goodbye to the boy.
As the door closed behind the mohit, Purvi turned to Abhi, a questioning look on her face.
Purvi: Jeet.. sab thek hai na??
Abhi's expression twisted, his emotions in turmoil. He shook his head, unable to speak.
Purvi took a step closer, concern etched on her face.
Purvi: Kuch hua kya?
But Abhi just turned away, unable to face her. He didn't know how to process his emotions, or how to stop losing the woman he loved.
Next Morning*
Purvi woke up to a surprise. Abhi was lying beside her, his eyes closed, his face peaceful. She felt a flutter in her chest, her heart racing with excitement.
She tried to remember if he had come to bed late, but her memories were hazy. She had gone to sleep early, exhausted from the emotional rollercoaster of the previous day.
Purvi turned to Abhi, studying his face. He looked different, more relaxed, more like the Abhi she used to know.
She reached out a hand, hesitating for a moment before gently brushing a strand of hair out of his face. Abhi stirred, his eyes opening slowly.
He looked at her, his gaze unfocused, then suddenly sharp.
Abhi: Purvi..
Purvi's heart skipped a beat.
Purvi: Haa..
They lay there for a moment, looking at each other, the tension between them palpable. Then Abhi sat up, rubbing his eyes.
Purvi: bureau nhi jaana aaj?
Abhi: Nhi.. aaj hum dono ke liye chhuti li hai maine..
Purvi: Kyu??
Abhi: Tum sahi thi purvi.. 6 saal ka rishta hai hamara.. yun narazgi ke saath nhi khatam kar sakte.. jitne din hain kuch achi yaadein banate hain.. baad mai yaad kar toh sake..
Purvi felt a lump form in her throat as she looked at Abhi. She saw the sincerity in his eyes, the longing for a connection they once shared.
Time skip*
Both sat in car..
Purvi: Hum kahan jaa rahe hain jeet...??
Abhi: No response*
They drove through the city, the lights blurring together as they passed by. Finally, they stopped in front of a familiar restaurant.
Purvi: Yahan.. hum pehli baar date pe aaye the...hai na?
Abhi: I wanted to bring back some good memories.
Purvi's heart melted at the gesture. She remembered that night, the way Abhi had made her laugh, the way they had connected.
They went inside, and Abhi requested the same table where they had sat six years ago.
As they sat down, Purvi felt a rush of emotions. She looked at Abhi.
They ordered their favorite dishes, and as they waited for the food to arrive, they talked, reminiscing about old times.
After lunch, Abhi suggested they catch a movie at the nearby theatre. Purvi agreed, and they walked to the cinema.
As they settled into their seats, Purvi got lost in the movie, But then, she felt a gaze on her...a gentle, warm gaze that made her skin prickle...
She turned to see Abhi looking at her, his eyes soft and adoring. He wasn't watching the movie; he was watching her.
Purvi's heart skipped a beat as their eyes met. She felt a flutter in her chest, and her face grew warm.
Abhi smiled... and turned back to the movie. But Purvi couldn't focus anymore. She was aware of Abhi's gaze on her, the way he was looking at her like he used to...
She sneaked glances at him..
The movie ended, but Purvi didn't notice. She was lost in Abhi's gaze, drowning in the depths of his eyes...
As they left the theatre..
Purvi: thankyou jeet..
As they returned home, the evening sun casting a warm glow over the city.
Purvi: Main dinner bana deti hu..
Abhi: chalo mai...tumhari help kr deta hu..
As they began cooking, Abhi noticed Purvi's hair kept falling in her face, disturbing her as she chopped vegetables. Without saying a word, he walked up behind her and gently gathered her hair, his fingers brushing against her neck.
Purvi felt a shiver run down her spine as Abhi's hands touched her skin. He expertly twisted her hair into a bun, securing it with a small elastic band.
Purvi: Thanks..
Purvi couldn't help but feel a sense of nostalgia wash over her. This was how they used to be, comfortable, easy, and in love. She wondered if they could ever go back to that place.
As they finished cooking, Abhi said..
Abhi: Khaana mai laga deta hu...tum change karlo..
Purvi nodded and went to change into something comfortable. When she emerged, she was wearing a simple yet elegant dress, her hair loose and cascading down her back.
When she returned to the dining room, she was shocked to see that Abhi had transformed the table into a romantic setting. There were flowers, candles, and fine china..
Purvi: Jeet yeh sab...?
Abhi: Uss din.. tum yehi chahti thi na..
he said, pulling out her chair.
Abhi: Sundar lag rhi ho waise..
Purvi felt like she was melting under his gaze. She sat down, trying to play it cool, but her heart was racing with excitement.
As Purvi sat down, she noticed something odd. There was only one plate on the table, in front of her. She looked up at Abhi.
Purvi got up to bring another plate, but Abhi caught her wrist, his fingers wrapping around it gently.
Abhi: Kahan jaa rahi ho??
Purvi : Tumhari plate laane..
she replied, trying to pull her wrist free. But Abhi held tight.
Abhi: Ain't we used to eat from the same plate?.
Purvi's heart skipped a beat as she remembered their countless meals together, sharing food, laughter, and love from the same plate.
She looked into his eyes, seeing the love and nostalgia there.
Purvi: Haa..
Abhi smiled, pulling her back down to sit beside him.
Abhi: then let's do it again..
Purvi's heart melted as she sat down beside him, their shoulders touching.
As Abhi tried to feed her, Purvi stopped him, her eyes welling up with tears. She got up from the chair, her voice shaking with emotion.
Purvi: Mat karo... Please jeet.. tum mujhe majboor kr rhe ho firse tumse pyaar krne pe.. aur fir chhod doge..
Abhi's eyes widened in shock, but Purvi continued, her voice cracking with pain.
Purvi: don't do this...Don't play with my emotions like this..
With that, Purvi turned and walked away, leaving Abhi standing alone, the morsel still in his hand. He looked down at it, his eyes filled with regret and longing.
The room was silent, the only sound the soft hum of the candles and the beating of Abhi's heart.
After sometime*
Abhi entered the room, his eyes scanning the space until they landed on Purvi, lying on the bed, staring at the ceiling. He walked over to her, his footsteps quiet, and sat down beside her.
Abhi: Purvi .. i didn't mean to make you fall for me again. That's not what I wanted... Mai bss tumhe dukhi krke nhi bhejna...
Purvi didn't respond, her gaze still fixed on the ceiling. He also lay beside her. But sleep was far away from their eyes.
After some days*
At Night*
Abhi lay on the bed, lost in thought. Purvi came in from the balcony, her phone in hand.
Abhi: Kiska phone tha?
Purvi hesitated for a moment before answering..
Purvi: Mohit ka..
Abhi: Tumhara hone wala pati na..
Purvi: haa..
She lay down beside him, their shoulders touching, both of them staring at the ceiling in silence.
Abhi broke the silence, his voice low and husky.
Abhi: 2 din bache hain... Fir tum finally aazad ho jaogi..
Purvi turned her head..
Purvi: Aazad?? Kon?? Main ya tum??
Abhi's gaze met hers, his eyes burning with intensity.
Abhi: Hum dono..
The air was thick with tension as they lay there, the silence between them speaking volumes. Two days left, and their fate would be decided. Would they take a chance on each other, or would they let go of their love forever?
As they lay there, still gazing at the ceiling, tears began to flow from their eyes. The weight of their emotions, the intensity of their love, and the uncertainty of their future all converged in this moment.
Abhi reached out, his hand finding Purvi's, their fingers intertwining like they used to. He squeezed her hand gently, a silent promise of love and support.
Purvi's tears fell harder, her body shaking with sobs. Abhi's eyes welled up too, his face contorted in a mix of sadness and longing.
Together, they lay there, hands clasped, tears streaming down their faces, their hearts breaking and mending at the same time.
Purvi slowly freed her hand from Abhi's grasp, turning onto her side, away from him. Her sobs grew louder, her body shaking with each ragged breath.
Abhi's eyes followed her, his gaze lingering on her trembling form. He wanted to reach out, to hold her close, to comfort her.
This time, Abhi couldn't resist. He reached out, his arms encircling Purvi's waist, gently turning her towards him. She didn't resist, her body melting into his as she hugged him tightly.
Abhi held her close, his heart pounding with emotion, as he wrapped his arms around her, holding her tight. They clung to each other, their tears mingling, their hearts beating as one.
Purvi's sobs slowly subsided, replaced by ragged breaths, as Abhi's warmth and love enveloped her. She buried her face in his chest, feeling safe, feeling home.
Abhi's lips brushed against her hair.
As they held each other, the tension and uncertainty of their situation began to melt away, replaced by a sense of peace and belonging.
They didn't say a word, no words were needed. Purvi simply looked at Abhi, her eyes locked on his, her gaze burning with emotion.
Slowly, Abhi leaned in, his eyes never leaving hers. Purvi's heart raced as she felt his warm breath on her skin.
Their lips touched, softly at first, then with increasing intensity. The world around them melted away, leaving only the two of them, lost in their love.
Their kiss was like a dam breaking, releasing all the pent-up emotions, all the love and longing they had been holding back.
As they kissed, Abhi's passion grew stronger. He gently lowered himself on top of Purvi, his body covering hers, his weight pressing down on her.
Purvi felt a rush of excitement as Abhi's body touched hers. She wrapped her arms around him, pulling him closer, deepening their kiss.
Abhi's lips moved hungrily over Purvi's, his tongue exploring her mouth, his hands roaming over her body. Purvi's skin tingled with pleasure, her heart racing with desire.
As they kissed, their bodies seemed to melt into each other, becoming one. The world around them faded away, leaving only the two of them, lost in their passion, their love.
They broke the kiss, gasping for air, their chests heaving with desire.
He leaned forward, his hands on either side of Purvi's head, his face inches from hers. Purvi's heart raced with anticipation, her body trembling with desire.
Abhi's eyes burned with passion, his gaze piercing through Purvi's soul. She felt like he could see right through her, like he knew all her secrets, all her desires.
In that moment, Purvi knew she was lost, lost in Abhi's eyes, lost in his love. She was his, completely and utterly, and she knew she would never be able to let him go.
Then he hide his face in crook of her neck and start sucking and biting there. She bite her lower lip to control her moan.
she just leaned towards him, pressing her mouth against his again, parting her lips open and tasting the inside of his mouth fully.
There was nothing that could stop her from loving him tonight.
Abhi's hand reached to her hair.
When she parted her lips open, he took the opportunity to taste her, his hands trailing to the back of her blouse. He tried to pull her even closer, trapping her in his arms, all the while still kissing her.
His fingers caressing the skin of her neck as he did so. He could feel the goosebumps erupt on her body.
As soon as he looked at her, his tears came back, and she just wrapped her hand around his head, pushing his face against her neck.
He breathed deeply against the soft skin of her neck, as she caressed his hair, his tears wetting her skin.
Her own eyes were wet, and she could feel his grip around her tighten as he pulled her body against his even further, his hands running across her bare lower back.
Along with the wet tears, she could feel his wet kisses on her neck now, as if he was desperate to love her, to worship her.
It was as if he was begging the Universe through his act, that she stay with him.Then he took her hand, laying his hand flat against hers, and stared at their joined hands tearfully.
Was this the... last time?
Purvi intertwined their fingers together, symbolizing that this was eternal. It was a lock that he wouldn't be able to get out of, no matter how hard he tried.
Her eyes brimmed with tears once more as she watched the way he looked at her -- the deep desire for her mixed with the pain of separation.
Abhi: don't cry..
he whispered, despite crying himself, and he leaned down over her, kissing her wet cheek.
A sob escaped her lips, and she clutched the strands of his hair, pressing his face closer to her skin, trying to feel him against her more.
This wasn't good enough.
She needed him closer than anything.
Purvi (sobbed): I'm yours jeet..I always will be."
He could feel himself choke on his own tears, his mouth moving to her lips and kissing those beautiful red lips again.
She was his Purvi..., and that could never change, whether they stayed together or not...
Her lips parted open and he deepened the kiss, his tongue tracing the shape of her lips, as if he was trying to memorize every small inch of her.
They were both still crying, their tears mixing and getting trapped between their mouths, as he kissed her. He grabbed her arms... and he pinned them down on the bed on either side of her head. He kissed her more deeply, with more need than ever.
Purvi's shaking fingers reached to his shirt, trying to get it off him.He broke the kiss momentarily, and helped her in removing his shirt.
She squeezed her eyes shut and... tears slowly trickling down her cheeks...
He let go of her hands, and caressed her hair affectionately as he kissed her forehead.
He had moved his mouth down to her neck, sucking on the soft skin there gently.
Abhi: You look so beautiful..
he murmured to her, as he nuzzled his nose against the base of her neck.
It's his habit that he always said this whenever they make love.
He placed his hand on her cheek gently, and she just smiled at him through her tears slowly. How could she not? He looked so cute, so adorable when he was looking at her with that kind of love.
Purvi: Really? she asked softly.
He took her hand and brought it down against his erection. She blushed as she felt how hard he was.
Purvi: Mujhe abhi bhi tum par yakeen nhi..
Abhi: Kyu??
Purvi: You... you aren't smiling...And... you're not calling me... missy... or flirting with me...
He couldn't help but smile at her adorable requests. He leaned closer to her and whispered, causing her heart to hammer wildly in her chest,
Abhi: Missy, whether you believe me or not, it doesn't change what's true.
He grabbed the material of her saree and he added on..
Abhi: I'm dying to get you out of this...
He didn't have to wait for a single moment longer, because she sat up and removed her saree quickly.
How couldn't she?
She was absolutely desperate for him tonight, and it wasn't just because she wanted his body. She wanted all of him. She was yearning fully to love him.
He watched with a small smile, his heart still aching, but a happiness in his heart upon seeing his Purvi's excitement.
They were both smiling for each other, their hearts beating with passionate love.
Purvi tried to hide her tears, as she ran her fingers down his bare chest once more.
Without warning, she reached towards him and started to kiss him everywhere -- from his chest, down to his navel. Any portion of him that she had access to, any part of him that she could heal, she wanted to set her lips on. She wanted to breathe life back into him.
He tangled his hand in her hair as she moved her mouth lower towards his pants, her hands pulling it down along with his underwear in one movement.
Their bodies were craving for each other tonight, and there was no time to waste.
As she lowered her mouth onto his manhood, her tears escaped again.
This was such a painfully beautiful night.
Abhi: Ahh..
Abhi gasped with pleasure as he wound his hand more tightly around her hair.
She could feel him in her throat as she sucked her cheeks in, rubbing the inside of her mouth against his shaft, causing him to moan.
Abhi: Uhhh.. purviii...
He pulled her off him quickly, because tonight he couldn't finish here.
Tonight was special.
Heartbreakingly special.
Abhi pushed her down on the bed, and planted soft kisses against her shoulder, pulling the sleeve of her blouse to the side. As she felt his warm breaths on her shoulder, she gasped with pleasure.
Without any warning, he grabbed her blouse, his fingers lost in unhooking it.
She leaned up slightly as he finished unhooking her blouse.
He threw it off her body and pushed her down on the bed again.
His mouth was now on her bosom, sucking on her breasts, fondling them with need, and she had gripped his hair tightly.
Abhi took one of her nipples in his mouth, sucking on it gently, the thumb of his other hand, tracing her other nipple.
Purvi (moaned): ummmhh Jeeettt...
He was trying to embed her in himself in every way. He needed to remember the feel of her, the taste of her.
He did the same with the other nipple, flicking his tongue over it, leaving wet trails on her breast.
Purvi: Aaaahh..
Purvi was breathing deeply, choking from both her moans and the tears. As he showered her breasts with love, his hands were already undoing the petticoat strings.
She arched her back, causing the breast he was passionately sucking to travel deeper into his mouth, as she let the petticoat fall down, removing her panties with it too.
Abhi continued to shower love on her breasts, as he used his hands to remove all her clothing off her legs. Then he moved his hand in between her thighs, caressing her folds lovingly.
As always, Purvi was dripping wet for him.
He moved his mouth off her breasts and looked in her eyes again -- she was still crying.
Abhi: Purvi..
he murmured, seeing how the endless stream of tears were pouring down her cheeks.
Then he couldn't help it, because his own tears, again fell of their own accord too.
How was he going to part with her? How was he going to live without her?
He tried to hide his face by moving down in between her legs and planting soft kisses along her thighs.
Purvi spread her legs so that he could get inside. She knew he was trying to hide his face.
Abhi slid his mouth against her opening, tracing it with his tongue before sliding it inside.
Tears trickled down her cheeks as he tasted her again, his hands lightly rubbing her thighs, caressing her.
Abhi moved his tongue out and traced the shape of her intimate area up to her clitoris, caressing her nub with his tongue and making her moan through her tears. He gently sucked on the area, putting a little bit of pressure on it.
Purvi: Aahh ummmhh...
He remembered the moment he felt this for the first time over her saree.
As he was pleasing her with his mouth, Her pleasurable moans showed him that she was ready, and Abhi moving up her body and kissing her lips deeply.
Purvi: Jeet... Please...
The desperation for him was evident. The desperation to love him, to feel him inside of her.
Abhi rested his forehead against hers, fresh tears slipping out of his eyes. The love he felt for her was something that was begging for release tonight, in every form. He just needed her.
Purvi: Jeet.. I need you.. I... I just... I'll die... without you.
She wanted to say, but she couldn't finish because he had closed the gap between their lips, kissing her hard.
Why did she always say such things?
She sobbed against his mouth, arching her body up against his with need.
Abhi sucked on her lips gently, his hands moving down to caress her breasts, to weigh them in his hands. Even this feeling of his Purvi, he was trying to ingrain in memory.
When they broke the kiss this time, the two of them looked at each other with deep longing, deep desire, and deep love.
She reached up and touched his cheek lovingly.
Purvi: Jeet tonight don't separate me from you for a single moment...No matter what tomorrow holds, I want to be with you tonight...
Abhi's eyes landed on the sindoor in her hairline.He kissed the parting of her hairline. He rested his forehead against hers and sobbed again.
Purvi: I love you jeet..
They were still married, but who knew if this would be the last night that he would get to call her his wife?
Abhi pressed himself between her legs gently, using his hand to stroke his manhood against her clit.
Purvi: Uhhhmmh..
Purvi moaned as she felt him there. She always wanted him to make love to her in the most romantic, sexiest, of ways.
Abhi gently pressed his lips against hers, caressing her lips with his, while he positioned himself against her opening.
Purvi's heart was hammering as she felt him between her legs.
She finally going to be able to feel him inside of her after long time
Her fingers dug into his back, as he finally, very slowly, drew himself inside her.
He felt her breasts press up against him, and she trembled as he entered her slowly, her teeth gently pulling on his lower lip.
She arched her body in such an angle that she took the whole length of him inside of her without much difficulty, causing him to gasp with pleasure.
Abhi was surprised, and she finally released his lip, moaning and falling against the pillow, feeling his hard manhood inside her.
Purvi: aaahh jeeett... Morreee please ...
He blinked a couple of times, as he looked at her. His tears were dried against his cheeks now.
The warmth of her insides felt amazing around him, and the way that her vaginal walls were clenching around his erection was making staying still very difficult.
Abhi relaxed and he pulled back gently,.Purvi again, moved her hips, sliding herself against him.
He pulled his hips back and then thrusting it towards her again. Oh, it felt amazing.
Purvi: Jeeet please kro...aaj bhi mujhe hi karna padega lagta hai..
He chuckled and he leaned down towards her, capturing her lips in a kiss.
She smiled, embracing his body to hers, as he finally started to thrust properly.
Abhi's hands reached to her breasts, gently rubbing them with his fingers, while his mouth worked on pleasuring her lips with his soft kisses.
He was making love to his wife, ever so gently, but with great need too.
Purvi: Umhh aaa.. aahh .
She moaned as he continued to thrust inside of her, tears sliding down her cheeks this time.
As her moans got louder, his thrusts became faster, his mouth kissing her everywhere he could -- from her lips, to her cheeks and ears. Wherever he could reach, his lips were there.
The fear loomed over his head like a hanging sword, as he loved her... who knew if this was the one and only time he would get to make love to his wife?
Tears filled his eyes at the mere possibility, and he pressed his lips against her mouth again, hard, as he grinded his hips against her, pushing himself deep into her, causing her to moan with happy pleasure.
Abhi had only one thing he had to do tonight -- and that was to show his purvi how much he loved and desired her, how she was everything to him, and that even if he had the entire universe, it was nothing if he couldn't have his Purvi with him.
Her eyes filled with tears as she felt his deep love, while he rocked his hips against hers.
Purvi's fingernails dug into his back gently, as his hands grabbed on to her waist. He continued to thrust inside her passionately, their sensual and loving moans filling the room.
Abhi looked into her eyes, her beautiful angelic face, and suddenly, he couldn't hold himself anymore.
It was like she was the most beautiful thing he could ever set his eyes on. Just that one look, sent her over the edge, and her breathing grew more staggered.
Abhi : Purvi...
he said softly, letting his forehead fall against hers, as he also climaxed, releasing himself inside her and filling her up.
The two of them took deep breaths, as he finally exited her. He fell on the bed beside her and she rested her head against his chest, a tearful smile on her lips.
He smiled too, with pain and happiness, the warmth of his Purvi now embedded in every form of his body and soul.
He didn't say anything to her as he felt the warm tears enter his eyes once again.
Today, silence spoke louder than words. And this silence tonight, only exuded pure love.
After sometime*
Purvi: Jeet??
Abhi: Hmm??
Purvi: Ab toh nhi lenge hum divorce hai na?
Abhi: Dekho main bss akhiri baar tumne jo jo manga tha... Pura krna chahta tha bss aur kuch nae... Ab so jao.
He said turned other side and slept.
Next Evening*
Abhi noticed Purvi's phone ringing nonstop for 10 minutes. He raised an eyebrow, asking her..
Abhi: Phone kyu nhi utha rhi ho...? Kiska phone hai..??
Purvi hesitated, her eyes avoiding his, before answering..
Purvi: Mohit ka.. wo chahta hai main.. uske saath bahar chalu..
Abhi: Chali jaao..
Purvi's eyes snapped back to his, her voice laced with a hint of desperation.
Purvi: Nhi jaana chahti mai...
Abhi: Lekin..
Purvi: Divorce ho jaye fir.. chali jaungi...
Abhi: Kal yeh rishta khatam ho jayega purvi... Jaao use samay do thoda.. ek dusre ko jaan lo hmm..
Purvi's face fell, her eyes welling up with tears, as she realized Abhi was pushing her away.
Purvi: Kyu kr rhe ho aisa..?
Abhi: Kyunki tum ek achi life deserve krti ho...ek acha parivar aur pyaar deserve krti ho.
With a heavy heart, Purvi picked up the call and said to Mohit.
Purvi: Hello.. mohit.. thek hai chalte hain.. mai ready hi hu.
Purvi hung up the phone, her eyes meeting Abhi's. He looked away, his jaw clenched, trying to hide his pain.
Abhi: Hmm ready ho jao..
Purvi: Main aise hi thek hu..
An hour later, Mohit arrived, ringing the doorbell. Purvi got up, smoothing out her dress, and made her way to the door. Abhi didn't move, his eyes fixed on the floor.
Purvi opened the door, and Mohit flashed her a charming smile.
Mohit: Hey, you look beautiful
he said, offering his arm but purvi didn't took it, and they left together, leaving Abhi alone in the house.
Abhi sat in the silence, his heart aching, his mind racing.
He stood up, pacing around the room, trying to shake off the feeling of emptiness. But it only seemed to grow, echoing off the walls, reminding him of what he had lost.
Time Skip*
Night 9:30*
Purvi returned home, the door creaking as she entered. Abhi was still awake, sitting on the couch, his eyes fixed on the floor.
Purvi approached him, her voice soft.
Purvi: Jeet.. mera wait kr rhe the..??
Abhi looked up, his eyes meeting hers, before quickly looking away.
Abhi: nhi.. mai bss.. mera matlb hai mujhe neend nhi aa rahi thi..
Purvi stood there, her eyes searching his face, trying to read his expression. She knew him too well, knew that he was hiding something.
Purvi: Jeet kuch baat hai toh bolo na mujhe please?
Abhi: kuch nhi hai.. bss thak gaya hu thoda.
Purvi didn't believe him, but she didn't push the issue. Instead, she sat down beside him, her hand reaching out to touch his arm.
They sat there in silence, the only sound the ticking of the clock on the wall. Abhi's eyes remained fixed on the floor, his heart heavy with emotions he couldn't express. Purvi's eyes were on him, her heart aching with a mix of guilt and love.
Next Morning*
They both got ready for their divorce proceedings, the tension between them palpable. They barely spoke, the silence a heavy blanket that wrapped around their hearts.
As they stood before the mirror, Purvi approached Abhi, her eyes locked on his. She reached out, her hand touching his cheek..
Purvi: You're looking handsome, Jeet.
Abhi's lips curled into a faint smile, his eyes welling up with tears. Purvi's gaze softened, her eyes filled with love and longing.
She leaned in, her lips brushing against his, a gentle, tender kiss. Abhi's instincts screamed at him to push her away, but something held him back. Maybe it was the realization that this could be their last kiss, their last moment together.
Instead of pushing her away, he pulled her close, his arms wrapping around her waist. He deepened the kiss, his lips hungrily devouring hers, tears streaming down their faces.
Their bodies trembled, their hearts shattering into a million pieces. They knew this was goodbye, and they clung to each other, desperate to hold on to what they had, one last time.
They kissed like it was their last breath, their last heartbeat, their last moment together.
Abhi pushed Purvi against the wall, his lips devouring hers with a hunger that couldn't be satiated. He felt her body tremble, her breathing becoming labored, but she didn't push him away.
Instead, she pulled him closer, her arms wrapping around his neck, her fingers tangling in his hair. Abhi's heart ached, knowing he should break the kiss, but Purvi's desperation was palpable.
With a heavy heart, he tried to pull away, but Purvi wouldn't let go. She deepened the kiss, her lips moving fiercely against his, her body pressed against his.
Both of them were struggling to breathe, their chests heaving, their lungs burning. But they couldn't stop, couldn't break the connection that bound them together.
Their lips were swollen, their mouths dry, but they kept kissing, kept holding on to each other. It was as if they were trying to consume each other, to become one being, one soul.
They were two souls, clinging to each other, refusing to let go, refusing to say goodbye.
Finally, they broke the kiss, their hearts beating so badly it felt like they would burst out of their chests. They stood there, panting, their foreheads pressed together, their eyes closed.
The silence between them was deafening, the only sound the heavy rhythm of their hearts. They stood there for what felt like an eternity, trying to catch their breath, trying to calm their racing hearts.
Purvi's hands were still tangled in Abhi's hair, his arms still wrapped around her waist. They didn't want to let go, didn't want to break the connection that still lingered between them.
Slowly, they opened their eyes, their gazes meeting in a moment of raw, emotional intensity. They knew that their love was still there, still burning bright, but they also knew that it wasn't enough.
With a heavy heart, Abhi slowly released Purvi, his arms dropping to his sides. Purvi's hands fell away from his hair, her eyes never leaving his.
They stood there, looking at each other, the weight of their impending separation crushing them. They knew that they had to let go, but they didn't know how
Purvi's voice trembled as she asked..
Purvi: Sach mai divorce chahte ho tum??
Abhi nodded, his eyes filled with tears, his heart heavy with sorrow.
Purvi's face crumpled, her body shaking with sobs. She pulled Abhi close, her arms wrapping around him like a vice.
Purvi: Okk...but one last time, love me please..
Abhi's resolve crumbled, his arms encircling her, holding her close. He kissed her with all the love he had, all the love they had shared, all the love they would never share again.
Their lips moved in perfect sync, their bodies pressed together, their hearts beating as one. It was a kiss that spoke of love, of loss, of longing.
As they stood there, wrapped in each other's arms, Abhi's lips moved from Purvi's mouth to her neck. He started kissing her neck, his lips tracing the curve of her skin, sending shivers down her spine.
Purvi's head fell back, her eyes closing in ecstasy, as Abhi's kisses ignited a fire within her. She felt his warm breath on her skin, his lips gentle, yet passionate.
Abhi's hands roamed over her body, his fingers tracing the contours of her face, her shoulders, her back. He kissed her neck, her collarbone, his lips burning with a desire that couldn't be quenched.
Purvi's body arched towards him, her heart racing with excitement, her soul aching with love. She knew this was their last moment, their last chance to love each other, and she gave herself to him completely.
As Abhijeet's kisses continued to ravage her neck, Purvi's hands tangled in his hair, pulling him closer, deeper.
He kissed her neck, her shoulders, his hands roaming over her body, memorizing every curve, every contour.
Purvi's breathing was ragged, her body trembling with desire, her love for Abhi overflowing like a river.
Abhi's kisses grew more passionate, more intense, as if he was trying to burn their love into his memory. Purvi's hands were everywhere, touching him, feeling him, loving him.
Abhi's lips finally stilled, his forehead resting against Purvi's shoulder. They stood there, holding each other, their hearts heavy with sorrow, their love shining bright.
As they stood there, holding each other, Abhi's hands began to roam over Purvi's body once more. But this time, there was a sense of urgency, a sense of desperation. They both knew that their time was running out, that soon they would be nothing more than strangers.
Without a word, Abhi scooped Purvi up in his arms and carried her to the couch. They fell onto the soft cushions together, their lips meeting in a fierce, passionate kiss.
Their hands were everywhere, touching, feeling, loving. They shed their clothes quickly, their bodies hungry for each other.
As they made love, the world around them melted away. There was only the two of them, lost in their own little bubble of love.
It was quick, intense, and all-consuming. They both knew that this was their last moment together, and they gave themselves to each other completely.
As they loved each other, tears streamed down their faces. They knew their love was ending, but they also knew it would never die. It would stay with them forever, a memory they would cherish, a love they would never forget.
In that moment, they were one, their love shining bright, their hearts beating as one. They knew they would never be together again, but they also knew their love would never fade away.
After 2 hours*
After spending hours wrapped in each other's arms, cherishing their last moments together, they finally reluctantly got dressed and prepared to face the harsh reality. They knew what they had to do, no matter how much it hurt.
With heavy hearts, they made their way to the lawyer's office, but with a sense of sadness and loss. They sat down in the cold, impersonal room, surrounded by legal documents and somber faces.
The lawyer's voice was detached, a stark contrast to the emotions that swirled inside them.
Lawyer: So aap logo ka final decision hai divorce..
Abhi and Purvi nodded in unison, their eyes avoiding each other's gaze. They knew what they were doing, but it didn't make it any easier.
Lawyer: Please sign these documents, and it will be official. You will be free to go your separate ways...
Abhi picked up the pen, his hand trembling as he signed his name. Purvi's parents and Mohit were present, their faces beaming with happiness.
But as Purvi picked up the pen to sign, she hesitated. She looked at Abhi, her eyes locking onto his, and saw the tears welling up in his eyes.
She couldn't do it. She couldn't sign away their love.
Purvi: nhi...mai sign nhi krungi..nhi door reh sakti mai...love him so much.
The room fell silent. Purvi's parents and Mohit looked at her in shock, their faces falling.
P.M: Purvi.. yeh kya bol rahi ho tum.???
But Purvi stood firm.
Purvi: Nhi karungi mai sign... Nhi hona mujhe alag.
The room fell silent. Purvi's parents and Mohit looked at her in shock, their faces falling.
P.M: Purvi.. yeh kya bol rahi ho tum.???
But Purvi stood firm.
Purvi: Nhi karungi mai sign... Nhi hona mujhe alag.
P. father: Aise kaise?? Tum apna faisla aise nhi badal sakti.
Mohit: Haa purvi.. dekho yahan office mai bethkr hangama nhi karna chahiye.. sign kardo aur chalo ghar..
Purvi: Tum hamare mamle mai mat pado mohit.. aur Divorce mera faisla nhi tha..
Purvi's parents were furious, their faces red with anger.
P.M: Pehle bhi tumhari suni thi.. kya hua? Ab nhi chalegi tumhari samjhi.. chup chap sign kro.. are iss ladke ke liye tum humse ladti aayi ho.
P.F: Iski zindagi ka koi bharosa nhi kab mar jaaye... Ise kuch yaad nhi rehta kal ko tumhe bhi bhul gaya toh?
P.m: Sabse badi baat anath hai yeh..bhagwan jaane kiska khoon daudta hai iski rago mai.. kisi ache insaan ka bhi ya...
Purvi: Bas maa.. bahut hua.. yahi kehkr aap logon ne.. jeet ko divorce ke liye majboor kiya tha na.
P.m: Purvi yeh tu kya keh rhi hai??
Purvi: Pta chal gya hai mujhe maa.. aap logon ne blackmail kiya hai use...pr kyu?
P.f: Hume tumhari chinta thi beta...bss isiliye..
Purvi: Mat karo meri chinta.. chhod do mujhe mere haal pe mere pati ke saath..
Abhi, who had been watching the exchange, his face pale, stepped forward.
Abhi: Purvi, please... Relax.. maa baap hai wo tumhare.. unhone jo kiya tumhare bhale ke liye hi...
Purvi: Bilkul nhi.. aur tum bhi kitne bewkoof ho jeet.. kaise kisi ki baat maan sakte ho.. kya tumhe main khush nhi lag rahi thi tumhare saath??
P.m: are maa baap hain hum tere kuch galat chahenge tere liye? Isme tera hi bhala hai... Mohit ke saath rahegi toh khush rahegi, acha khaasa kamata hai unche khandan se hai...rani ki tarah rakhega..
Purvi: aur meri khushiyon ka kya maa...jo mujhe sirf jeet ke saath rehne se hi milti hai..?? Aap maa baap ho aapne pala hai iska matlb yeh nhi ki apka liya har faisla sahi ho..
P.m: Chup chap sign kr purvi, warna hum zabardasti tujhe yahan se lekr jayenge.. tu apni zindagi barbad karna chahti hai iss ladke ke peeche isss..
she gestured towards Abhijeet, her voice trailing off.
But the lawyer intervened, his voice firm.
Lawyer: Bahut hua.. aap aise dhamkiyan nhi de sakti.. bhuliye mat wo bhi cid mai hai aap pr legally action le sakte hain.. aur purvi adult hai.. use pura haq hai yeh chunne ka ki wo kiske saath rehna chahti hai.
She turned to Purvi, her eyes serious.
Lawyer: Dekho purvi.. tum abhijeet ke saath rehna chahti ho.. pr yeh janna bhi zaroori hai ki wo Tumhare saath rehna chahte hai ya nhi.. wrna yun tum bss apni life khrab krogi bas..
Then, the lawyer turned to Abhijeet, her gaze piercing.
Lawyer: Mr. Abhijeet, kya aap yeh divorce chahte hain ya purvi ke saath rehna chahte hain..?
Abhi's eyes locked onto Purvi's, his face filled with emotion. He took a deep breath, his voice barely above a whisper.
Abhi: es, I want to stay with her. I want to spend the rest of my life making her happy...
Purvi's heart soared, her eyes shining with tears. She knew, in that moment, that she had made the right decision. She would follow Abhi anywhere, no matter what lay ahead.
The lawyer, a warm smile spreading across her face, took the papers from the table and walked over to a paper shredder machine in the corner of the room. With a flourish, she fed the papers into the machine, watching as they were torn to shreds.
Lawyer: It's done...apni zindagi ki ek neyi shuruvat kariye..
she said, turning back to Purvi and Abhijeet.
Purvi and Abhi looked at each other, their eyes shining with happiness. They knew that they still had challenges ahead of them, but they were ready to face them together.
Purvi's parents and Mohit, on the other hand, looked on in shock and dismay. They couldn't believe that their plans had been foiled, that Purvi had chosen to stay with Abhi.
As the lawyer handed Purvi and Abhi a certificate declaring their divorce papers null and void, Purvi's mother stormed out of the room, her father and Mohit following close behind.
But Purvi and Abhi didn't notice. They were too busy gazing into each other's eyes, their hearts full of joy and love. They knew that they had made the right decision, and that their love would conquer all.
Abhi opened his arms, and Purvi fell into them, embracing him tightly. They held each other for a long moment, the tension and stress of the past few months melting away.
Purvi : I love you..
Purvi whispered, her voice muffled against Abhijeet's chest.
Abhi: I love you too...I'll always love you, Purvi.
They stood there for a moment, holding each other, their hearts filled with joy and love. They knew that they still had challenges ahead of them, but they were ready to face them together.
As they hugged, the lawyer smiled and nodded in approval.
Lawyer : I'm glad to see you two happy...Remember, love is a choice, and you've chosen each other. Cherish that...
Purvi and Abhi nodded, still holding each other. They knew that their love was strong enough to overcome any obstacle, and they were grateful for a second chance to be together.