his revenge her wings (part-1)

Here we go now
The whole banquette hall is decorated with lilies and red roses, Bulbuls favorite flowers. Plenty of golden and red colored heart shaped balloons are flying tby the ceiling to give the wedding an extra romantic edge. The golden spiral candles with rose petals sprinkled around are on place and the wedding fabrics are in just the right colors.
The credit for every single detail goes to Bulbul’s best friend Pragya. Sia had taken extra care that everything is exactly the way her best friend and the bride to be Bulbul wants.
The banquette hall is buzzing with people and her groom to be will soon be arriving.
“You’re looking gorgeous babe.” Pragya tells a nervous bulbul who is reflecting herself infront of the mirror.
Bulbul faints a smile. “ isn’t it too much?” she asks nervously while all her relatives assure her that she looks absolutely stunning.
Pragya winks at her. “that can only be answered by the groom.” Bulbul blushes while giggling and everyone else laughs.
The makeup artist and the hairdresser have done an amazing job in highlighting Bulbuls features.
“the groom and his family is here!” Bulbuls cousin purvi screams and creates chaos.
The room gets empty in less than a second with everyone running around with trays filled with different sweets, flowers and gift bags to welcome the groom and his family. Bulbul is left alone with Pragya.

“ I am missing the welcoming rituals just because of you.” Pragya points out to bulbul who knows how muffled Pragya is by not being able to attend the rituals.
Bulbul smiles brightly with puppy eyes. “I am so sorry, I promise to miss them in your wedding too.” Bulbul promises and Pragya laughs.
“I am joking babe, I rather spend my time with you on your wedding than welcoming the groom.” Pragya says genuinely and walks to stand behind bulbul to see her ny the beautiful mahogany framed mirror.
“I know.” She smiles. ”I’ll miss you. I’ll miss everyone.” Bulbul sighs and Pragya hugs her from behind.
“I’ll miss you more.” Pragya said sentimentally. “do you really need to move so far away?” Pragya adds with a whisper and looks at bulbul through the mirror.
Bulbul’s fiancé is from Manchester. They know each other since last summer when they met each other at a family friends event. Purab came to attend the event from London with his family. Bulbul managed to fall right into Purab’s arms when her heels broke well they fell head over heels in love.
“yes babe, Purab is the manager of the Mehra firm there. Unless her gets a transfer, he wont move. It is his best friends company you know and he is obviously loyal to him.” Bulbul explains for the hundredth time.

The Mehra’s have a large export and import business of textiles. They have a lot of subsidiaries including a very famous fashion line. Due to the international recognition of the fashion line Mr. Mehra had his main focus to expand it. The head office being in London.
The door opens and pragya’s teenage sister Soumaya peeks in. “ Sis everyone wants you to bring the box of gifts especially for the groom and his family. No one is finding it.” She rants in one breath.
Pragya’s eyes widens in remembrance. “oh right! I had forgotten that I left it in the room. I will bring it right away.”
Pragya hurries past the decorated and the people crowded corridor at the second floor. The room she had been handed is at the very end of the corridor with a balcony attached to it.
She opens the door and finds the lights on. Her clothes are still piled on the bed with a few other girls. “ strange, I had turned it off.” She mumbles to herself.
She walks over to the beige couch beside the balcony where hse left the decorated round golden box and picks it up. Right the she hears footsteps behind her and turns around with a gasp to see a man coming out of the balcony. Her eyes widens and her heart beat increases. She gets startled seeing a man in the room only she and her acquaintances have access to.
She takes a step back to perfectly trip on the leg of the table. Closing her eyes she lets out a squeal while she hears a heavy thud when the box falls to the carpeted floor.
Slowly Pragya realizes that she is not anytime soon hitting the ground as an arm is securely around her waist holding her steadily in a compromising position. Pragya’s eyes shoot up in relief mixed with fear to meet two dark eyes. The man is bent over her and she can’t explain how her arms reached his neck. He uses lovely cologne, she involuntary thinks to herself. Staring at the big eyes with dark orbs she gets lost in the moment.

Unknown to Pragya that the man is non other than Abhi, best friend and the boss of the groom. Abhi is staring into pragya’s honey brown eyes which he , to his own surprise, instantly got lost in. the wind finds its way through the balcony to pragya’s long wavy hair softly cares it.
Pragya realizes that she is staring at the man with short dark hair, defined jaw lines and even a darker suit than his eyes. She forces herself up and pushes him by his chest while taking two steps back. Abhi stumbles back as his jaws tightens by the sudden gesture. She looks on horrified.
Abhi furrows his eyebrows and finds the girl in front of him unmannered. “ so that’s the way you thank me?” Abhi asked annoyed.
“what should I thank you for ? you just got yourself an excuse to lay your hands on a girl.” Pragya insults without thinking.
Abhi’s jaw tightens and his already dark eyes seem darker. “ what the heck IS YOUR PROBLEM YOU UNGRATEFUL LITTLE.”
“ hey! mind your language!” pragya warns him with a pointed finger at him.
Abhi gets furious and frowns , no one has ever dared to raise a voice at him and even lesser dared to raise a finger at him. “ or else?” he challenges and takes a step forward with clenched hands.
Pragya’s eyes widen and her heartbeats fastens. She takes a step back. “ Stop! Don’t you dare come near me!” she yells at him.
He takes another step. “Or?” Abhi asks now and looks at the terrified girl dressed in a white and black saree embracing her slender figure.
“ just don’t come near me.” She says with a stern voice and takes a step back.
He starts walking towards her and she walks backwards. Abhi finds it amusing to see that the girls courage and vocabulary is now out of the balcony. A smirk is tugging at the corner of his lips but he suppresses it.

Pragya walks backwards and she can only hear her heart pound loudly while her eyes are fixed on the intimidating ban in front of her. She keeps on thinking about ways of saving herself if the mans intentions turn out to be wrong. Scream, kick, bite, scratch and her mind rambles on.
Her back hits the door and she turns to the left for the doorknob but Abhi’s hand shoots up to her left. He is now right in front of her, he looks at her with amusement. The only sound he can hear are her furious heartbeats. She tries to get away by walking to the right but his right hand shoot up. She is now stuck between his arms and can feel her body radiate. Her breathing is uneven and she has a hard time thinking straight.
She turns her gaze slowly towards his cold ones. “Move!” she says to him with distaste and can feel her sudden cold palms sweat.
His gaze analyzes her. “Or else?” Abhi keeps chanting.
“Or else I will not be held responsible for my actions.” Pragya warns him with bitterness.
He bends forward and she closes her eyes while her hands shoots up to push him away by his chest but in vain. “ do you even know who I am?” Abhi questions with arrogance by holding her wrists.” Because if you knew your gaze would have dropped and your voice wouldn’t even have dared to whisper” he claims with venom.
Pragya frowns and looks up. “ who do you think you are? Even if you were the prince himself I wouldn’t bowed down to you, it is your character that speaks and not your height of fame, success or money.” Pragya retorts with eyes locked with his twinkling ones.
Abhi smirks. ”oh really, I don’t think so.” Pragya frowns with distaste. “ anyways, I am still thousand time stronger than you. What will you do now?” he challenges her while tightening his grip around her wrists.
“ouch.” Pragya frowns. “ is this your way of showing how manly strong you are? Pathetic” she remarks bitterly. “ what are you even doing here? Its my room!” Abhi was going to enlighten her that he just wanted to come away from the noise to attend an important call and that bulbuls mother sent him here but Pragya doesn’t let him speak.
She insults him in anger.
Abhi’s blood boils and without his notice shatters the black glass bangles in pragya’s hand. He slams the door besid e her. She closes her eyes in pain caused by him.
A: I never chase girls they chase me got it.
P: I don’t let morons like you touch me ! she fires back. ( his grip tightens even more) let go of me it hurts
A: apologize
P: never, in fact you should be the one apologizing here
Abhi startled by her steady voice
A: then I wont let go
P:I’ll bite you Pragya threatens him and he lloks at gher in disbelief.
A: what are you ten or something? I’ll bite you by mimicking her in a mocking voice.
Pragya raises her eyebrow and turns her head towards abhi’s right hand . he looks at her startled to realize that she is actually biting him. Even though it hurts he doesn’t give away a sound. He somehow finds it amusing and gets lost in staring at her. He can fell the two edges of her teeth with sharp one trying to hurt him. Wanna be a vampire, he thinks a chuckles in his mind. He lets go
A: ouch you are insane
Pragya goes to the washroom and rinses her mouth
P: are you serious ? you’re entering the washroom while I am still there.
A: you never locked it
With a shrug while washing his hands. She sees her teeth’s red marks and guilt starts to prick her conscious.
She looks at her wrist with red marks and a small stain of blood is even dripping. She looks at him in disgust and taking the box she leaves from the room.
She goes downstairs with a smile plastered on her face and cursing one in her mind. She finds bulbuls mother with her own. Bulbuls mother is overjoyed seeing the box
BM: thanks dear
Sarla: what took so long.
Pragya’s father: I have someone I want to introduce you to
“ here is my wife and daughter Pragya.” He introduces to the auntie
“ this is Mrs. Mehra” her father introduces
Mrs. Mehra: so beautiful children you have. Meet my daughter aliya
P: hello aliya
A: hi
MM: son come over here with authority shouts at a young man conversing with sagar( pragya’s bro) turns. Pragya’s eyes widen and Abhi frowns when their gazes meet
MM: and meet my son Abhi, son this is Pragya daughter of Mr. and Mrs. Arora
“ Great” they both murmur under their breath while having a glaring competition

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