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[P.S- CHANGED THE TITLE AND THE PLOT.]

YO! PUBLISHING AN AKSHNAV FANFIC BECAUSE I WANTED TOO WRITE ON THIS ONE SO BAD!

After thinking for a while and analyzing the story- Abhinav was a sunshine character introduced to bring freshness to the plot because OGAbhira was not working out.

FROM MY POV- Logically speaking, a stranger like Abhinav is rare to be found and no girl would agree to live in a stranger's house. ITV AND LOGIC DON'T GO HAND IN HAND.

Taliew's story is much better than the ITV way of making Akshnav because her story is way more logical. DO READ AND VOTE AND COMMENT ON HER BOOK- O RE KANCHI.

Just a thought- If Abhinav and Akshara would have met after Akshara had raised Abhir single handedly, it would have made sense. That's another side of the story. I wanted to be an Akshnav story critic before delving into fanfics.

We all love Abhinav's character and there are many reasons to agree.

ENOUGH OF MY RANT LETS BEGIN!

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DEDICATION-

FOR ALL THOSE WHO LOVE AKSHNAV THIS IS FOR YOU.

INSPIRATION BEHIND THIS PLOT- ANUBHAV 1971, A CLASSIC HEARTWARMING MOVIE BY BASU BHATTACHARYA WHICH STARRED- SANJEEV KUMAR, TANUJA AND DINESH JI ALONG WITH A.K. HANGAL.

THIS BOOK IS FOR ALL AKSHNAV FANS!

PLEASE DO VOTE AND COMMENT BECAUSE FOR A WRITER- ITS MOTIVATING.

UPDATES- EXTREMELY SLOW BECAUSE THE EXAM MONTHS ARE GOING ON.

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I suddenly wake up, drenched in sweat, despite the air conditioner working at its full capacity to cool the room. The chill in the air did little to calm my restless spirit. The reason was the dream -the same dream which I see every night, a fragment of reality from six years ago during a rainstorm in Mumbai. It is a moment that still haunts me since my miscarriage of my other twin- a boy.

I take a quick glance beside me and find the bed empty as usual. It was normal for me. Pretty normal.

My husband would be probably in the study working on his laptop, with a glass of wine on the side.

I sigh.

I get up and tie my hair in a bun and walk out to fetch some water. I could hear the soft tapping of keys in the background.

Pouring some water from the jug into a glass, I drink it smoothly. The tapping doesn't stop in the background, it intensifies.

I make my way towards the study, my slippers slapping against the hardwood floor.

And I see my husband. MY HUSBAND ABHINAV SHARMA- THE RICH AUTOMOBILE INDUSTRIALIST. He is busy typing something on his laptop and the wine glass is kept beside it, a little amount of the red liquid left to finish.

Behind him, is the wall and on that wall- there's a large frame- of me and him dressed in a wedding attire.

''Akshara?'' I hear his voice and focus my vision on him.

''You need something?'' He asks, his voice dark and velvety.

''Umm, no. Just came to drank some water'' I reply softly and he nods plainly.

I haven't seen him smile from day one. Never.

I step inside out of curiosity. I wanted to see what was he typing.

I stand near the desk, the glass of wine before me.

I purse my lips.

Abhinav gives me a quick glance and then returns to his job.

''Its a presentation'' he replies as I take a sneak peak.

''Is this about your merger with the Multanis?'' I ask and he nods affirmatively.

''Its very beautiful'' I compliment.

''Thanks'' he replied plainly.

My gaze shifts over to the glass of wine and I have an urge to drink it.

''Do you want to drink some?'' Abhinav asks and I turn my head towards him. Damn it! He noticed?

''There's a bottle on the table there'' He points out towards the shelf and I see the bottle.

I did not wanted the bottle, I wanted the already drunk wine. I don't know but I have an urge to complete the leftover of him.

''Would you mind if I drink the leftover? I am not in a mood to make another glass.'' I say and then think about my words. Did I mess up?

He looks at me with his eyebrows scrunched and then blinks his eyes twice.

I have screwed it, I really have. I am a dumb woman.

I look at him, curving my lips into an awkward smile and then walk away swiftly, not looking back.

My steps increase their pace until it slows down, the moment I see the door of my room.

I get inside and close the door sharply and I could hear the loud bang of the door. He would have probably heard it.

Shit.

My chest rises and falls. Deep breaths Akshara!

My relationship with Abhinav was less of a friendship and more of companionship, We were not the typical husband-wife. My marriage was a deal and Abhinav was keeping this and was going by the rules but somewhere I wanted him to cross the boundaries. I wanted myself to cross the boundaries made by me and him.

I remember the events that had led to this marriage.

I had been living in Pathankot until the discovery that one of my twins was still alive. This joy, however, was met with a cold reception from Abhimanyu and our conversation did not reach the main point. Abhimanyu had ended the call midway leading me to take a strong and firm decision of raising my child alone. And I did not regret it.

My grandfather, Manish had intervened after tracking me in Pathankot Girls Hostel and had shifted me to Mumbai. I was living in Mumbai in a farmhouse owned by my grandfather. And he had proposed a second marriage before me concerned for the well being of me and his great grand child.

Reluctantly, I had agreed and met Abhinav, a successful industrialist. Ours was a simple court marriage based on co-parenting the unborn child, with both parties setting clear boundaries- that both will not be having the typical husband-wife relationship. Abhinav had agreed first much to my shock and surprise and then later on I had come to know that he had had a traumatic past- first losing his parents at the age of eighteen, then losing his girlfriend in an accident. He had stated that he still loved his girlfriend.

I had too stated that I was not in a state to move on and try work out the relationship as a wife.

One thing was clear- that we will be the loving parents to the unborn child. Three months since my marriage and then a mishap had happened which had taken all my happiness away. I had miscarried on my sixth month. Before I knew, I was in the hospital, my clothes red due to blood and a sharp pain was searing through my stomach.

Despite the immediate medical attention, I had lost. My other twin- a boy had died. I was too weak to carry him- the doctors said.

Abhinav, had been the supportive husband but all I wanted was solitude. I was battling with depression and in the present, I was surviving on anti-depressants and therapy.

It has been six years since 'our' court marriage but there was no love, neither friendship. It was just compassion- for each other and the fragile bridge between us was- the unborn baby which was now gone.

I was yearning for love and I knew that I was being selfish and mean and other things like that but I WANTED HIM. I WANTED HIS AFFECTION AND WANTED TO GIVE HIM BACK THE AFFECTION, THE LOVE, EVERYTHING-

DOUBLE.

TRIPLE.

HUNDRED TIMES.

I had fallen in love with this man, my second husband and I yearned for him. But I knew that he would never be mine.

HE WASN'T MEANT TO BE MINE. PERHAPS

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