TS: Enroute (Part 2: Destination updated on page 3) - Page 2

Priya, I love how your OS has a different direction than the serial in real❤️. This is just many of the ways it could go.

I love Raghav's pov here. It's clear, explains'bt all the whys & why nots.

Jaldi jaldi, next part pleaseee, I want the non- heroine to be saved by our hero quick😎

This is beautiful ❤️

You just gave a glimpse of what would have transpired in an ideal situation; one where Raghav didn't barge into Deshmukh house to reveal the truth and dealt with the whole thing with more tact. And the best part, how their relationship would have progressed, had the makers not been making them go back and forth between hate and friendship. I hate how ITV shows don't have the concept of growth, which you've nicely portrayed here along with exploring the feelings of the man who's obviously conflicted inside. Love the writing ❤️

Originally posted by: SnehaSneha

This is ❤️❤️❤️

How elegantly you penned down his emotions ❤️

It was raw yet gripping, I'd love to see him like this, concerned about her, fighting for her, trying to understand her. Awwww. Albeit Raghav is more on that track than Pallavi(she would never learn) but I am glad through your story I can fulfill my dream of her realising how shitty her family is🤢

Amazing this is!!! Write moree sooon!!!

Thankyou Sneha. Glad I could portray some of the angst!

Regarding the serial, definitely agree that Raghav is probably on that track.

Serial Pallavi is burdened by pleasing some TRP audience and has to be aadarsh everywhere. This means sacrificing her self respect with her family over and over. It is a shame because the in-laws have literally not lived up to the one-note characterisation they had which is bahu = daughter. It is more like you thought bahu=daughter, we'll show you how wrong you are.

Stories give us hope, and thankfully imagination from the forum provides us an outlet to the frustrations we feel with some of the show's decisions. Loved your stories as well, I envy the ease with which you portray intensity.

Originally posted by: __VIHU

You managed to crack me up in the first line itself... and I don’t forget witty people... so there won’t be a “abbe kaun hai tu” next time...

I’ve read shattered... don’t know if I commented or not( i’m lazy..yes,) but it was angsty and so interesting to read and so was this one...

Raghav’s monologues are rarely given but you described his side so well... I could understand why he was reluctant to apologise despite wanting to..

I was waiting for him to reach her... but I’m glad there’s a next part... I’m excited...

Great work dear🤗

Ha :) Thankyou and glad I made you chuckle.

You did leave an equally lovely comment on Shattered and I'm very pleased that you liked both parts and some of the angst I was try to write in was reflected.

ITV sometimes has a dearth of monologues because there is a quota and at any given time in the monologue universe just one character can reflect (even if they are on another serial, quota khatam). Regarding the apology, I really wanted to address it in someway, because it would have been weird for him to be like Yo Pallo you are my bestie but then forget that he literally threw her in front of a truck (and that entire week of episiodes).

We are all insecure beings so in my head it made sense that he'd want to shove it under the carpet for now for the fear of losing her. Hopefully will post the next part tonight/tomorrow. Dialogues are not my strong suit, but what is Raghav without some dialogues.

Thanks for reading.

Originally posted by: bones123

Thankyou Sneha. Glad I could portray some of the angst!

Regarding the serial, definitely agree that Raghav is probably on that track.

Serial Pallavi is burdened by pleasing some TRP audience and has to be aadarsh everywhere. This means sacrificing her self respect with her family over and over. It is a shame because the in-laws have literally not lived up to the one-note characterisation they had which is bahu = daughter. It is more like you thought bahu=daughter, we'll show you how wrong you are.

Stories give us hope, and thankfully imagination from the forum provides us an outlet to the frustrations we feel with some of the show's decisions. Loved your stories as well, I envy the ease with which you portray intensity.

Nooo trust me I love to read more than I write. And your writing is so good I am looking forward to more of it. ❤️

About the characterization of pallavi, it indeed is a shame she is exactly what she tries to portray she's not. Her in laws are her in laws, not her parents, except maybe aayi can be given a benefit of doubt. Like Raghav in your story, I find it hard to understand why what she does with her life and body is anyone's concern.

Originally posted by: nautankitadka

Priyaaa..loved this one toooo!! ❤️

They are so domestic and in tune with each other 👏

Keep writing on this forum!🤗

Thankyou Tannu! As for writing, I will try to keep it up. As you know from past experience when the serial gets unbearable, the mood to write also disappears. I hope MHRW doesn't go down that route for a while because I really like the chemistry potential of these leads.

Originally posted by: Phoenix_75

This was so beautifully written❤️ Please continue ASAP. You left us on a cliffhanger.😆

Ha thankyou so much for reading and liking this story! Will hopefully update the next part tonight/tomorrow.

Originally posted by: ReemShah

You gave an insight into Raghav's thinking so well...how he would never want to accept defeat or lose his ego so that he could apologise to Pallavi.

He was really sweet when he wanted to help Pallavi out of the situation and didn't want her to undergo what he did as a teen based on a false accusation.

Keep writing..would be waiting for more

:) Thankyou for reading and commenting. I would probably say that it is maybe not his ego but insecurity of losing her that is preventing him from apologising to her (atleast in my head).

Originally posted by: TunesOfHeart

Loveddd this😍😍😍😍

Do update soonish😍❤😌😋

Thankyouu! Soonnniiish shall be attempted....how soon is soon? :)

Originally posted by: virmantaarey

Love this Continue soon

Thankyou for reading and commenting.

Originally posted by: Mihika

I am guessing there will be a part 3

Because I want a part 3 of this.

This is interesting and so deep.

Loved it

Bahaaah...yes there will be a part 3. Hero ki entry and hopefully baap ki dhulai...depends on my ability to write what is in my head in a way that is authentic to RR.

Originally posted by: SONIA441

Priya, I love how your OS has a different direction than the serial in real. This is just many of the ways it could go.

I love Raghav's pov here. It's clear, explains'bt all the whys & why nots.

Jaldi jaldi, next part pleaseee, I want the non- heroine to be saved by our hero quick

Thankyou so much Sonia! I'm so glad that you liked it. Raghav did deserve a monologue :) Will get to the next part soon. Picture abhi baaki hai!! Arthamainda?

Originally posted by: sankalpam

This is beautiful

You just gave a glimpse of what would have transpired in an ideal situation; one where Raghav didn't barge into Deshmukh house to reveal the truth and dealt with the whole thing with more tact. And the best part, how their relationship would have progressed, had the makers not been making them go back and forth between hate and friendship. I hate how ITV shows don't have the concept of growth, which you've nicely portrayed here along with exploring the feelings of the man who's obviously conflicted inside. Love the writing

Thankyou so much! Yes, i think sometimes tact gets sacrificed for drama. Again growth is something that is frustratingly slow and are at the whims and fancies of the . Hopefully they do show a good journey and some consistency in behaviours and character graphs!

This is great n a wonderful update.

Originally posted by: Avneel07

This is great n a wonderful update.

Thank you for reading and glad you liked it.

Hi all, thankyou for the lovely feedback to Enroute. Here’s the concluding part of this journey. Where it takes them next we don't know, that is for them to decide, but for now I bid them adieu.

I’ve littered Telugu statements through this teeeheeee...read it in the flow and see if you can translate the gist. Else all translations are at the end.

Enjoy and do leave comments.

Feedback = melted sugar on buttered toast!

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Manzil (Destination)

His car finally screeched to a halt in front of the Deshmukh residence. Raghav tapped the steering wheel and took a few deep breaths to calm himself down and not go in all guns blazing. He had to remember that this was about Pallavi and her safety and needed to act accordingly.

He was surprised their door was shut today. Waisa toh yeh saree ka dukaan ka ghar bus station ki tarah open rehta hai...aaj bandh kyun hai? He felt the unease in his stomach rising. Were things worse than he imagined?

He rang the doorbell while constantly tapping his foot to the floor. He was about to call Pallavi again to ask her to come out when the door opened and he was face to face with his least favourite human.

‘Tum yahan kya kar rahe ho? Humari ghar ki Shaanti aur izzat ko bhang karke tumhe thandak nahi mili? Kis kisam ke besharam insaan ho?’ said Vijay Deshmukh while trying to shut the door on Raghav’s face. Raghav was quicker than him and wedged his foot in between forcing the door open.

‘Ai sanki Rambo. Mereko tumse kuch nahi hona. Tumko toh hospital mein hi main sabak sikhata par tumhara beti beech mein aaya. Ab bulao usko, mujhe milna hai. Pallavi...kidhar hai tum...bahar niklo’

By this time the rest of the family had congregated in their courtyard space. Except Pallavi. He saw Mansi’s bloodshot eyes and his fear of something happening to Pallavi further escalated. He pushed aside the bald man and went in to her.

‘Mansi, woh saree ka dukaan kidhar hai? Woh mereko phone kiya...uska haalat theek nahin. Kidhar hai woh? Batao.’

At that moment the bindi wali Aunty stepped up with some lazy ass taunt about how she had been right all along about his affair with Pallavi. That it was their plot to ruin Amruta’s honour for a sin they had committed. How else do you explain Raghav’s presence in their house so late, and that too on Pallavi’s behest.

‘Ai bindi wala Aunty. Tum kitna bak bak karta hai...tumko kaun chillar deta hai itna bolne ka. Main tumko pehle hi bola ki Pallavi galat nahi hai. Main toh proof bhi bheja tumhare chipku ladki ke baare main. Phir bhi tum aisa bina platform ka irctc announcer ki tarah kyun chilla raha hai?’

Raghav felt his collar being held by someone, he turned around and saw wannabe Stallone with his eyes blazing.

‘Devuda, yemi pichhi illu ra Idhi’ he sighed to himself.

‘Ab tum bhi bako...par pehle bolo Pallavi kidhar hai...Pallaviii’ he shouted but still couldn’t find her.

What he heard through the callous voice of her aunt, knocked the wind out of his lungs but so many pennies dropped in place!! Pallavi was not the daughter of this house. She was the widow of the eldest son of the house. It made sense now, the longing he sensed in her, the freedom he saw when she was away from the family, the care he saw in her eyes when he was recovering. She was just like him, alone in this world...trying to break the isolation.

He further didn’t get this family! He had personally seen how hard she worked for them...she bent over backwards for them, fought with not just him but various others to make ends meet...had not a moments peace. Apart from brief moments, every step, phrase, action was for the Deshmukhs...her, how did she say it...aai baba. And this is how they repaid her? He had observed all this in a brief five month interaction. Surely they knew her for longer and would know her better? How thick were they?

Doubting her character at the drop of a hat and shattering her respect with no heed to her feelings.

‘Tum jaisa logon ki wajah se hi na, ladki log saas sasur ko amma naana nahi bolta hai. Woh saree ka dukaan, raat raat bhar tumhara kaam karta hai...woh yeh deserve karta hai. Perfect gift hai tum uske liye. He was angry at her and for her and couldn’t figure out how she stayed in the presence of this family.

‘Woh raat ko kya karti hai, yeh toh sabit ho gaya hai. Tum niklo hamare ghar se aur dobara yahan bhool ke bhi mat aana. Hum Pallavi ke saath khud deal karlenge. Doo teen din aur bandh rahegi, toh khud ba khud akal thikane aajayegi, aur phir hum decide karenge.’

‘Yei musalivadu...nor mooi’ Tum bolega aur main sunega, tumko aisa wrong idea kyun hai. Hato....’ he roared and pushed Vijay out of his way yet again and made his way to Pallavi’s room. Anger was seething from his body and he could feel the heat in his face. The other Deshmukhs steered clear of his way sensing his temper.

It was locked from the outside, he knocked lightly...Pallavi, tum andar hai...? Saree ka dukaan...kuch bolo. Tumhara phone kyun bandh hai, main kab se car se try kar raha hai tumhara number.’

He didn’t hear a response...he knocked twice more before breaking down the door. Just like everything Deshmukh this door was also old and rotten! The sight that lay in front of him made his blood boil.

Pallavi was laying unconscious on the floor. She had clearly been sick and was lying on that. How could a family be so ruthless that they treated one of their own like this? Was it better to have no family if the alternative was this? He knelt down on his knees and gingerly touched her shoulder. She was burning hot with a fever and his heart just ripped at the sight of it. He took her head in his lap and tapped her cheeks.

‘Pallavi....utho...Dekho...main aagaya. Eyes kholo...Pallavi...yeh ghamandi Rao aaya dekho. Pallavi...open your eyes ma!’

Pallavi opened her eyes slowly and couldn’t figure out if she was delirious. She was looking into the eyes of Raghav Rao, his face wrecked with worry and eyes threatening to spill unshed tears. She remembered calling him and nothing beyond that! How much time had passed? Had she conjured him in her mind. Was he truly here?

She tried sitting up and felt a sharp pain flood her head. She winced visibly and felt his hands support her immediately. He was here, this was not a drill! Raghav was here. He helped her sit against the bed. She looked at her self and the state she was in and immediately shame flooded her... But it was like it didn’t matter to Raghav, he took a pristine white handkerchief out of his pocket and carefully wiped her face, her hands and her hair.

He brought her a glass of water and made sure she drank it all. All the while her so called family was in the periphery. She could hear the murmurs of their speech and snatches of the barbs floated into her ear. Her eyes started welling up again, when she thought of the treatment meted out to her.

Raghav paid zero attention to any of the outside ruckus and only focussed on her. When he saw her eyes tearing up again, He gently held out his palm and his eyes posed an unspoken question.

She hesitated for just a moment before she looped her fingers around his. She didn’t know why she did it or what she’d do next. All she knew was she needed to get out of this house. She needed to chart her own path away from this house, and for that she needed the help of a friend....possibly the only friend she had...Raghav.

As he helped her to her feet, they ignored all else around them. Baba shouting, Kaku shouting...Mansi and Nikhil crying....she didn’t care. They had severed the bond with her and she didn’t have the mental or physical strength to hold onto the pieces. It was almost like she was rising out of ashes with each step she took towards the exit.

‘Pallavi...yaad rakhna, agar tumne iss ghar se ek kadam bhi bahar rakha, toh tum phir laut ke kabhi iss ghar mein nahi aaogi. Iss ghar ke darwaze tumhare liye hamesha ke liye bandh honge. Soch lo.’

She turned briefly....’baba yeh ghar kabhi mera tha hi nahi. Haan kuch samay ke liye main zaroor iss bhram main thi ki yeh ghar aur yeh parivaar mera hai, par aapne aaj mere uss bhram ko bhi tod diya. Main aapki shukraguzaar hoon ki aapne meri aankhein kholdi. Thankyou’.

Hands still intertwined with Raghav’s, she held her head a bit high and walked out.

‘Saree ka dukaan, tum car mein do minute wait karna, main abhi aaya’. He deposited her into the passenger seat and hurried back into the house.

Raghav had one final thing to do before he left this place. He couldn’t believe the self restraint he had shown in not wrecking this family after he saw Pallavi’s state. He had half a mind to call Swamy to get them arrested for in-law torture but for her sake he thought against it.

But he needed to make sure they didn’t try any funny business.

‘Oh Rambo aur Rambo ka family suno. Aaj ke baad Pallavi ka paas bhi mat aana. Tum merko jaanta nahi aur mera pahunch jaanta nahi. Tumhare liye better hai ki tum uss se door raho, nahi toh mere se bura aur koi nahi hoga. Idhi Raghav Rao promise. Pallavi ee rojunundi naadhi. Arthamainda?’

He didn’t wait for them to answer and swaggered out of their house. He walked back to the car and saw her looking at him keenly.

‘Kya bolke aaye tum Raghav?’

‘Kuch nahi...woh tumhara bindi wala Aunty mereko phirni de raha tha toh main kha ke aaya’

She rolled her eyes in exasperation at this ridiculous comment. But for the first time in the day which felt like a year, she smiled.

She didn’t know what the future held for her, but for some reason she wasn’t afraid of the unknown. The unknown was full of possibility and somewhere through the unspoken words today, she knew she wasn’t alone.

Fin.

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Ok done. Not really sure how this turned out! I’m not super comfortable writing dialogues so that definitely was a minus for me!! But hopefully it wraps up this three parter decently.

Thankyou all for reading and have a great weekend.

Translations

Devuda, yemi pichhi illu ra Idhi : hey Bhagwan kaisa pagal ghar hai yeh!

Yei musalivadu...nor mooi: buddhe chup (this was my favourite one..lol)

Pallavi ee rojunundi naadhi: Aaj se Pallavi meri (ok definitely this was my favourite).

Ok bye.