This is a two part story, the first part will be more from Pallavi's Pov and the second would see Raghav's. I wrote it in haste, after a forum member asked me to try writing on this idea and here I am! Faster than Raghav's entry in pallu's life 🤣
Part 1 : She loves him.
She unlocked her phone and looked at the time again, 12.30 am, too late for her husband to come home without informing her. Not like he was supposed to or did it directly but he would always find a way to indirectly let her know he would be late nd she shouldn't wait for him. Like the last time he was late he called her and told her to keep his food in the fridge because he would be late. She had smiled all the times he did it. Even though she didn't show it but that gave her the relief, thought that he was fine.
She dialled his no. again.
"Switched off" she hissed. "Farhad ko call krti hu" she said and started scrolling Down her contact list when she heard the doorbell ring.
She opened the door in hopes of seeing her husband but the sight took the best of her imagination and her face went pale.
Raghav was standing there leaning on a woman's shoulder. A woman in her mid 20s, wearing quite explicit clothes. Not like Pallavi cared how she dresses but definitely about the proximity she had with her husband.
"Meet my wife" he said, the bottle still in his right hand, his left encircled around her shoulders.
"Ye hai meri biwi.. isse meri koi shikayat nhi krne ka ardhamainda??" He told her. She looked at him and than at Pallavi who was giving him dead glares.
"Aap le jaiye inhe" she said
"Nahi nahi, mai akele nahi jayega, ye mjhe lecture dena chalu kar degi tum bhi chalo mere sath" he said pulling her closer by the shoulder.. irking an already irked Pallavi.
"Raghav" Pallavi said sternly
"Kya Raghav Raghav laga rakha h, dikh ni ra mai yahi hai" he said pushing her aside
"Bus bhot pee li h tumne" she said as he started taking another sip. Snatching the bottle from him, she looked at the girl "Thank you for bringing him home" she said cold enough to let her know she should leave.
"Pallavi, tumne use isliye bhaga dia na taki tum mera fayda utha sako" he said encircling his hands around her neck and looking down at her
"Kyu pee k aaye ho itti? Mene kaha tha na jab tak navratre h nahi peeni tumhe " She said enraged, trying not to let the proximity effect her
"Ye baat tum apne ex husband se kyu nahi puchta? Usse kyu ni bolti apni harkatein sahi kre, ye saare rules mahaanta mere pe he apply hota hai kya?" He frowned
"Tum fir Mandhar se mile?" She sighed in disappointment
"Tumko bola h na uska naam nhi lene ka.. or mai nahi wo aya tha mere raste bakwas kr raha tha" he said get away from her and stumbling the next moment. Pallavi rushed to his aid and put his hands around her shoulder
"Mjhe tumhara help.." he began but was cut by her
Once in their bedroom, she laid him down on the bed and removed his shoes.
"Mai chodega nahi usko" he mumbled half asleep
"Sojao" she ordered, removing his socks
"Uska himaat kese hua ye bolne ka.."
"Mujhse cheen nahi sakta tumko wo.." he kept mumbling random things making Pallavi sigh. She was fully aware of this open war between Mandhar and Raghav. She didn't know why though. It was too late when Mandhar revealed he was alive, she was already married to Raghav Rao. She didn't love him but neither she loved Mandhar. Mandhar wouldn't tell why he did all.this except that it was necessary and she couldn't care less. Yes, she got emotional when the entire family came to take her, now when Mandhar was back and all misunderstandings cleared. She had stolen glances of Raghav and he was unusually quiet, later telling her she was free to do what she wanted to.
"You can go back if you want to or you can stay.. but.." he had said drinking the wine. "But?" She asked, a bit scared
"But whatever decision you make would be final, I will not question tht and I will not tolerate you going against that decision ever" He had ceased to look at her. she had told Deshmukh's she won't come back. She had a talk with Mandhar trying to explain and give unrealistic excuses because she can't simply accept she loved Raghav. Mandhar had challanged both her and Raghav that he will win her back. She didn't know why he was so confident she loved him, they weren't together for even one day.
"Pallavi" he heard his sleepy voice and came out of her thoughts.
Carefully making him comfortable, she removed his shirt dripped with the smell of alcohol. She had covered him with the quilt and moved to the couch. Sitting on the couch she closed her eyes trying to gather her thoughts. What suddenly happened to him. Why was he so drunk. Why does he want to hurt Mandhar? Why does he care so much about What Mandhar says? Is he in love with her? she jerk opened her eyes, the thought of him being in love with her gave her goosebumps. She did love him, she knew, she wouldn't accept it out loud but it hurt to see him with other woman, to see him never acknowledge he could love, always berating the concept of love. Time and again he would make her realise she was just his wife on paper. So what should she do of her love? How can she just go over there and confess her feelings, he would make a joke out of it. This love that was venomous.The love that was too strong to let go but too weak to accept. She tried to medicate herself with antidotes of work and pressure and tried finding love in her work but Every night she came to her side of bed, him being on the couch, she had forced herself to sleep by dreaming about him, making love and it has been sweeter every night, she would wake up shaking violently everytime. How can you love and hate someone so much at the same time? She didn't know. She had lost track of the difference between them. She wasn't drunk, but she felt like her head was spinning, her mind going numb,. Sitting wide awake on the couch, she looked at her husband's partly bare figure sleeping peacefully on the bed. She hated herself for the thoughts that ran across her mind at that moment. She was disgusted but she couldn't stop thinking. She stood up and took small steps, her desire taking a upper hand on the guilt. She knew she was gonna regret it all. The adrenaline and serotonin rushed through her and the next moment her fingers would trace the boundaries of his chiseled face. She looked at him like a starving wolf. She had thought of him every night, thought of his touches that burned her skin, that haunts her day and night. She nibbled on her lower lip trying hard to not do what she was about to do. She looked at him as she moved closer. His eyes were closed. He was in deep slumber. She shivered and leaned into him, barely. Her mouth came down on his and that was it, every shred of self control that she had exerted over the past months has gone down the broken dam. Her hands cupped his face and she kissed him, for how long she doesn't know. If there had ever been any hope that she would stop loving him, it was gone. She knew she won't. She can't. This was the man who will be with her all her life. But she knew she can't have his love in return. She never even hoped. She parted herself from him and kept her hand on her heart, counting the beats trying to slow it down. He was still asleep, too drunk to wake up before noon. She sighed and calmed her nerves. He would never know. He would never have an idea what happened. It's not a lost battle. She would not let her lust and longing for this man be the reason of him distancing himself from her. She was happy living with him under the same roof. She wouldn't destroy it by expecting more from him.
..............TBC..
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