Once upon a time, there lived a handsome young man in a devastatingly lone mansion. A beauty that would put all its surrounding mansions to shame, the blue and green hues spoke of ancient Victorian times, one would wonder if the handsome young man walked through a portal from ancient times.
Devastatingly charming, undeniably handsome and a heart as soft as butter, he was the highlight of the city he walked in. The women would gush at the mere sight of him, while the teenagers wished that they were born in a different time, his time. Like a lone wolf, he walked past each and all, not caring to glance at any particular moving object, human or otherwise. He was often seen bashing bad men on the streets and as he bled profusely, the hearts of women wept for him, his blood was precious. While the women wept in silence, he was often found to be nonchalant about such situations, as if bruising, bleeding and hurting himself was his destiny, often dousing his pain in liquor, unflinchingly.
But as destiny had it, a gust of wind swept through him one fine morning in the form of a pretty young woman who seemed to have not taken note of his presence. Her mere presence swept him off his feet each passing day, and as months passed by, he found himself walking towards her light, finally doing away with the darkness that loomed over his life. A new found love found its way in his heart, like fresh morning dew. A new world started to take shape, with her by his side, a promise he swore himself to, until death did them apart.
His tough exterior gradually melted in her soft but warm embraces whilst happiness graced his beautiful face in the form of disarming smiles. The lone wolf started to move in packs, with a new addition to his beautiful family in the name of a tiny tot. He was now a complete man.
However, life always throws curve balls when you least expect it. One fine morning, he woke up to his beautiful wife sleeping next to him, while his little tot hold on to his collar, like a small monkey not wanting to let go off the sweet bananas. A strange pain found its way into his lower back and as he slowly moved away from his little tot towards the mirror, he discovered several bruises on his skin and a few aching muscles. As he stood there in wonderment, his wife walked up to him and led him to the bed. He raised his eyebrows inquisitively and that's when she giggled and lifted the mattress. What he saw left him stock still and as he wrapped his head around the unfolding of events, his head was buzzing with questions. Unable to comprehend the cause of the bruises and aches, he fainted into the arms of his wife, while she giggled away.
"Such a princess he is!" And she put him back to sleep next to her tiny tot, who took after his father.
Thanking the Gods, she removed the pea from under the mattress and threw it away. Her test was over. Her husband had finally changed into a soft human, her presence softening his hard exterior.
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While I laughed so much writing this, I hope you guys enjoy my little attempt of Raghav as the princess in the fairy tale, the princess and the pea, because he bruises easily, especially when his wife is around him. This is just a fun post. I LOVE RAGHAV RAO with all his follies, faults and flaws because he's just fine the way he is, with a nice, untouched heart ❤️
I had this unplanned but had a lot of fun writing it while I close for the day.
This may be a continuation to my other post called "Raghav, Nazuk Kali.....aye masakali"
