Prisha's POV
It's already 9pm.
Sitting onto the bed I was lost in my thoughts.
This week was just like an adventure.
It was a weekend full of care and love given by Abhiman.
The way he handled all my mood swings and cravings kinda melted me.
Thinking about all this my phone rang and it was Abhishek.
I picked it up.
"Hieeeeeeeeeeeeeeee" i said cheerfully.
"Mein yaad bhi hun ya bhul gayi ?" He asked.
"Ummm, tu vahi hein na? Jiski bandar jaise shakal hai?" I giggled saying this.
"Ane de mujhe udhar mein btata hun tujhe" he warned but later giggled.
"Aur bta? Sab theek?" I inquired.
"Haan sab badhiya. Tu bta apni love life ke bare mein" he teased.
"Dhat pagle, kuch bhi bolta hai" i tried changing the topic.
"Acha bta... acha hai na vo? Tu khush toh hai na pri?" He asked making my heart swelled up with warmth.
"Arey Han baba, mein khush hun. Bohot khush" i replied honestly.
"Kal ka kya plan hai?" He asked making me confused.
"Kal ka? Kal kya hai?" I asked being confused.
"Tera birthday hai meri maa. Bhul gayi?" He said.
"Tujhe pta hai na Abhi? I don't like celebrating my birthday?" I said more like mumbled.
"Pri? Why are you relating it to your birthday huh?" He asked.
"Because it was related to it" i replied.
"Pri meri baat sun! would your parents and your brother like it if you don't celebrate your special day?" He gently said
"I want no arguments on this" i told him this trying to dismiss this argument.
"And I will argue on it" he replied back stubbornly.
"You know me too well, and you know that I do not like celebrating my birthdays" i said in a low volume it was merely a whisper. I was on the verge of breaking down.
"But- I cut him off in between.
"Please Abhi" i pleaded choking onto my tears.
"Ro toh mat, theek hai! I won't force you please stop crying naa?" He pleaded.
"I-i w-ill ca-ll yo-u in a bi-t" i said hanging up the call.
After 15 mins, I took a deep breath in and out, and wiped my tears off.
I sighed walking towards the balcony.
I sat there on the swing.
I looked up to the sky, "i love you mumma papa and bhaiya" i said with my eyes dripping with tears.
I cried for a good time and eventually fell asleep on the swing itself.
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Abhiman's POV
I came into the room straight from work.
I looked around the room but couldn't find Isha anywhere. I further searched for her in the washroom. But it was of no use.
I could feel a fear gripping in my heart.
The sweat beads on my forehead were telling about my anxiousness, the anxiousness i never felt. The anxiousness of losing someone that I felt years ago. I am feeling it again. But this is something different. It's about her. My wife. My love. My Isha.
I looked around to find that the balcony was open.
Going there i saw prisha sleeping on the swing.
I took a breath of relief.
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Falling in love all over again
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