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Simply amazing what a narration
Keep writing š
I enjoy every line ā¤ļø
Pallaviās no doubt a heroine... And I just love how Krishna is there for her... We all deserve a friend like her... iām really excited about next chapter... itāll be about Raghav š³
And yeah... thank you so much for updating so regularly...š¤
Pallaviās no doubt a heroine... And I just love how Krishna is there for her... We all deserve a friend like her... iām really excited about next chapter... itāll be about Raghav š³
And yeah... thank you so much for updating so regularly...š¤
I know---I adore Krishna as a character. I love writing about the power of female friendship --- and in every tale I always include a bromance. Looking at you Raghav-Farhad :-)
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I don't know how to express it but your narration is like a music....the more you listen the more engrossed you are. You are talented girl...loved it.š
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I don't know how to express it but your narration is like a music....the more you listen the more engrossed you are. You are talented girl...loved it.š
What a lovely comment, Sister.
Thank you. I'm pleased you are enjoying the tale.
APRIL 8, 2021
EPISODE 7
I have now relayed to you, Sisters, all I know of Mandharās duplicitous dealings. Whether he is dead or alive is beyond my knowledge. And truth be told, beyond my current interest.
My interests and fears are wholly for our Heroine. Iām sure you agree with me that Pallavi ought to disclose everything to the Deshmukhs. Her desire to protect their feelings is commendable but in protecting them she does untold damage to herself.
For a full year she has been enduring immeasurable stress that is not decreasing but increasing. Because she has convinced Aayi and Baba that Deshmukh Saree Emporium is thriving, they have brushed all responsibility for the shop off their shoulders onto hers. They spend money believing it is abundantāwhile Pallavi struggles to earn every rupee. But were Pallavi to suggest they economise, they would demand to see the account ledgers and discover the truth which Pallavi is desperate to hide.
What kind of life is this for a twenty-four year old woman whose only error was trusting the wrong man?
Her life has become an endless series of crisis. The moment a problem is averted at the shop, another arises at home. This evening was a case in point.
It was nearing the end of the workday. And despite having received many customers, few had made a purchase. Such days are inevitable in any business, but because DSEās debt load was so heavy, a slow day was not easy to shrug off.
Pallavi was sorting through a stack of payables trying to work out which bills she could postpone paying, while Krishna was taking photographs of their newest stock to promote on social media.
Pallaviās phone rang.
It was Aayi. She sounded frantic. Pallavi could not make sense of her wordsāall she understood was that she was needed at home this instant.
Catching Pallaviās alarm, Krishna asked, āWhat is it?!ā
Pallavi came to her feet. Her brows gathered over her green eyes stormy with concern.
āIām not sure, Krishna. That was Aayi. I need to get home. Somethingās happened,ā Pallavi explained, returning the bills to the cabinet. āCould youā?ā
Krishna offered before the sentence was out. āāYou go on. Iāll lock up.ā
āThank you,ā Pallavi said, dropping a kiss on Krishnaās cheek. āAnd thank you for last night. Notwithstanding the casino drama, I can honestly say that it was the most fun Iāve had since college.ā
Krishna offered, āCome anytime. The best thing that has happened to my life is Amma joining that spiritual society. Sheās always going on pilgrimages and Iām often alone.ā
āThen itās the ideal time to acquire a lover,ā Pallavi teased.
āGo away,ā Krishna blushed.
Pallavi was on the scooter fastening her helmet when Krishna came racing.
She laughed, āDonāt forget this,ā pressing into Pallaviās arms a parcel neatly packaged in brown paper.
It was Raghav Raoās jacket dropped off by the dry-cleaner.
āOh! Thank you,ā Pallavi said, kissing her again.
āAnd the other items?ā Krishna asked.
Pallavi patted her purse to verify she did.
Krishna waved Pallavi off. āText me tonight.ā
***
When Pallavi raced into Deshmukh Niwas breathless and agitated, she discovered there was no emergency. It was only that the Panditji had provided the family with an auspicious date for Rahul and Mansiās nuptials. Rahul and his parents had dropped by and now there was an impromptu party.
Yes, it was happy news. There had not been much to celebrate under this roof for the past year so Pallavi could understand why Aayi had excitedly demanded she come home.
However, Pallavi couldnāt seem to summon the excitement everyone around her was expressing.
Her heart felt heavy.
Why did she feel this way?
She loved Mansi. She adored Rahul. She knew they would be very happy together.
No, she decidedāit was not about them or the weddingāit was because on hearing the date, her first thought had beenāwhere will the money come from?
Milind Kaka and Sulochana Kaku would bear the cost of their daughterās wedding but as in every joint family, Aayi and Baba would wish to contribute, and there would be gifts and clothes to purchase.
It angered Pallavi that she was looking at what was a source of happiness as a source of stress. And she didnāt want to be close-hearted and tight-fistedābut how could she prevent it when she was genuinely worried about money all the time.
āWhat is it, Pallu?ā Aayi asked.
Aayi had a keen understanding of Pallaviās body language and facial expressionsāshe could often read her before she herself knew what she was feeling.
Pallavi forced a smile. āNothing, Aayi.ā
āDonāt ākuch nahi Aayiā meāI can see on your face that you are worried. Come with me,ā Aayi insisted, leading her into the kitchen. āSpeak.ā
āReally Aayiāitās nothing at allāā but as Aayi raised a brow in warning, Pallavi decided to disclose some of her fears. āIām just concerned how weāll be able to manage everything in two weeks. Itās such a short time. Thereās a lot to plan. And there will be many expenses to meet. The shop hasnāt been very busy lately.ā
āItāll be fine, Pallu,ā Aayi said, her tone almost dismissive. āThis is always the caseāa wedding date is announced and it all seems impossible to accomplish in the time frame but somehow everything gets done. Youāll see.ā
Pallavi nodded. Aayiās response didnāt address her concern about the expenses. Maybe Krishna was rightāmaybe she should tell them.
Or what if she told Aayi alone? She was stronger than Babaāphysically and emotionallyāand together they could manage the situation.
āYouāre not sad because ofā?ā Aayi gently asked without completing her sentence.
Pallavi knew what she was askingāand she replied accordingly. āNot at all. My experience was my experience. Iām delighted for Mansi. I wish her every happiness.ā
āMy dear child,ā Aayi asked, her eyes moistening. āIf only I could see you as a bride againāā
āAayi, pleaseāā Pallavi protested.
āāSharda!ā came a sharp voice from the kitchen doorway.
It was Vijay Deshmukh. Her father-in-law. Baba.
He was a tall man, slim, and with fair eyes. Those unaware of his relationship to Pallavi assumed he was Pallaviās father because they shared a strong resemblance.
He made it no secret that he adored Pallavi and she him.
He continued, āYou know Iāll never allow my daughter to leave this house.ā And to Pallavi he said, āCome with me. I have something to show you.ā And taking her hand, he led her away from the kitchen.
She looked back at her mother-in-law who said, āGo, escape with your favourite parentābut know that this conversation is not over.ā
Pallavi was relievedābut it was a short-lived relief. Baba led her to the room he referred to as āMandharās roomāāwhich was, of course, now her bedroom. On the bedspread were architectural drawings.
Dread filled Pallaviās heart. She didnāt have to look at the drawings carefully to know what they represented.
Keeping her voice neutral, she asked, āAre these of Raghav Raoās new mall?ā
āYes, I met the agent this morning.ā Baba said, with pride. āThey still have a few spaces left to lease but as you can imagine they are going fast.ā
Baba had shown her a brochure of the mall Raghav was constructing next to his Sagar Lake Resort & Casino. That was where Pallavi had seen the photo of Raghav wearing Mandharās ringāand though Pallavi couldnāt remember much of what she and Baba had discussed, she was certain she had told him him that it was not the time to relocate the shop.
Yet, he had still gone to meet with the agent.
āIsnāt it a beautiful design?āwith views of the lakeāsee, there will be courtyard entrances on both sidesāand fountains,ā Baba said, pointing out the various features on the drawings.
Indeed, it was a gorgeous space.
One could fault Raghav Rao for many things but he knew how to create beauty and evoke luxury.
āLovely,ā she sighed, wishing she had it in her power to give DSE such a showroom. In this past year she had genuinely grown attached to the business. Like a mother nursing a difficult sick child, her love for the business had strengthened. And just like Babaāshe wanted to elevate the DSE brand.
Butāunlike Babaāshe knew what was within their means.
She had to be entirely clear with Baba before he build too many castles in Raghavās mall.
āItās beautiful but I donāt think the shop could support it,ā adding, ānot yet,ā to buffer the disappointment.
Baba said, āWell, it is your shop nowāand you know bestābut let me get some numbers from the agent. It canāt hurt to dream.ā
Oh, yes, it canāPallavi thought.
Fortunately, Nikhil entered the room to interrupt.
āWhatās up, chicken?ā he asked.
Baba pulled Nikhilās ear. āI donāt like all these nonsense names you address Pallavi by. Reserve that for your college friends. This is your Vahini. Address her with respect.ā
Pallavi laughed, āNo, please, I beg you, Babaānot Vahini. Iāll feel ancient. And I rather like the names Nikhil comes up with. I never know what Iāll be from day to day.ā
Nikhil gave his father a look of triumph.
Pallavi glanced at the wall clock. āI need to step out for an hour.ā
āCanāt it wait?ā Baba frowned. āWe have guests.ā
Pallavi was firm. āNo,ā she said, āI borrowed something which I promised to return.ā
This would be my first comment on the story. I have been a silent reader & only now starting to come out of my shellš. Your style of writing is amazing & commendableā¤ļøš. I wait for your updates everyday and today, when you updated 2 chapters back to back, I couldn't hold back my appreciation. So Thank You Ms. Jalebi Jane for keeping us sane with your amazing skills.š¤
Waiting to see what happens when she returns the ring ?
Will she tell the story of the ring ?
Will he know her real identity As owner of a store
Will Nik be a supportive of his vahini??
So good to see you back Jalebi Jane. Love love love this. Like all your FFs telling the story from our heroine's POV is always fresh. Engaging writing as always.
So ragahv is 10yrs older than Pallu. Love the hint of mischief in Pallu in her plans to learn about the ring shows us after all she is still young.
ā¤ļøyou describe pallavi condition very well
Cant wait fir her meeting with raghavš