FF: PALLAVI by Jalebi Jane SEE NOTE PAGE 117 - Page 25

Originally posted by: virmantaarey

Oh no please don't make this a big misunderstanding like they do in the serial 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

I confess I do like creating big misunderstandings BUT I like seeing them get resolved quickly. So wipe away your emoji tears, Sister :-)

Dear JJ - ❤️

Alas!!!! Our hero Raghav has already formed wrong opinion of his lady …  all based on circumstances..... Cannot wait how the next update will turn out to be....

So Anjali is alsona part of this tale ... Seems like an important one and a longer one too....hmmm....MUs exist but your handling them is far better than CVs. Nice Update dear👏

Originally posted by: Vibrant_Ana

Dear JJ - ❤️

Alas!!!! Our hero Raghav has already formed wrong opinion of his lady …  all based on circumstances..... Cannot wait how the next update will turn out to be....

I love an enemies-to-lovers tale:-)

Originally posted by: Mihika

So Anjali is alsona part of this tale ... Seems like an important one and a longer one too....hmmm....MUs exist but your handling them is far better than CVs. Nice Update dear👏

Thank you, Sister. Yes, Anjali is included in my tale. You know what they say about a woman scorned. hehe

Now that worries me. I am hoping he wud get to the truth before she has to explain herself 

Whaaaat? Anjali is playing a new game with them now?

This is getting complicated. 

Excited for future chapters.

Originally posted by: mayabhi

Now that worries me. I am hoping he wud get to the truth before she has to explain herself 

It's interesting you say that, Sister. I was thinking the same. 

Although sometimes it's nice to have a character explain herself. Like we do in life. On tv-serials, writers will often not allow the heroine to defend herself with the truth in order to build intrigue---but I think there might be a way to both build excitement and also have Pallavi tell Raghav the truth. Let's see how the track unfolds. hehe Look at me---using words like 'track'---like a tv-serial writer. I make myself laugh!

Originally posted by: nautankitadka

Whaaaat? Anjali is playing a new game with them now?

This is getting complicated. 

Excited for future chapters.

"Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned."

You know when I watched those episodes on MHRW with Anjali trying to get RR in bed, I was so disgusted with her. What a vulgar creature. HOWEVER, when RR has her fiancé Sunil turn up to catch her in the act, I had sympathy for her. Especially when Sunil slapped her. I hated that. No matter what---a man should never fit a woman.

And when she said to RR, "why did you do this? I loved Sunil. I just wanted a little fun before my wedding"---I felt that RR took to much onto himself. Yes, she was wrong. But who appointed him Minister of Virtue and Ethics? I still believe that to an extent. And I want to explore that in -PALLAVI-. Was he right? Does he deserve what he's getting?

Pleased that you are enjoying the tale, Sister. Keep reading.

April 16, 2021

EPISODE 13

“You’re telling me this now!?” Raghav shouted across the breakfast table. 

Remmy was approaching with a bowl of fruit. He stopped. Hesitated. Should he retreat to the kitchen to wait for Raghav to complete his tirade? Or—should he place the bowl on the table and make a run for it?

Farhad—who was accustomed to Raghav’s temper—took the fruit from Remmy’s hands and gestured to Remmy to give them ten minutes. Remmy sped off with relief.

Farhad served Raghav and himself the fruit and sat. “Annah, are you not always telling me to not come to you with problems but to come with solutions?”

Raghav agreed. “Yes, that sounds like something I would say.”

Farhad explained, “You were up till two with the PR team managing the crisis at Sagar Lake, so I thought this matter could wait until morning when I myself had some solutions to offer.”

Raghav leaned across the table, waving a finger. “Listen, Farhad. Write this down in that little book you carry around. When it comes to matters related to Amma and Chelli—even if I am on death’s doorstep, I want to be immediately informed. Ardham ayyinda?” 

“Got it.”

Raghav picked up his fork and harpooned a piece of melon. “So tell me what you’ve come up with. And it better be good.”

Farhad was confident he had the perfect long-term sustainable solution for Raghav’s mother and sister. He said, “All these years you’ve been finding sneaky ways to inject cash into Amma and Kirti’s household budget. But they always find out eventually and your relationship takes another hit—”

“—You forget that many of those schemes have been successful,” Raghav interrupted. “They have yet to discover that I’m subsidizing their rent. They’re still under the impression that the lease on Nanna’s village property provides them with a monthly income.”

“Yes, but now that Kirti has discovered that you’ve been paying Amma’s medical expenses, she may begin to more closely scrutinize those other streams of income. You forget that Kirti is not a child any longer. She’s twenty-one—”

“She’s twenty,” Raghav corrected.

“The point I’m making—attempting to make—is that tricks and strategems worked in the past. We need a better future strategy,” Farhad implored.

“And this strategy—am I going to hear it before dinner time?”

Farhad smiled. “You will hear it before you finish that bowl of fruit. I’m suggesting we find Kirti a job. She’ll be paid a salary and she’ll run their home with those funds.”

Raghav said, “Excellent idea. But have you forgotten that Chelli has no vocational skills? Because of Amma’s health, she never managed to complete college. And I won’t have my sister working her fingers to the bone at some menial job.”

Farhad said, ‘You always tell your staff that no job is menial.”

Raghav was not enjoying having his own wisdom thrown back at him. 

He said, “True. I believe in the dignity of all work. But I work so my family doesn’t have to. Do you think I could enjoy all this for a moment, Farhad—” he spread his hands to indicate his luxurious lifestyle, “—if I knew Amma was receiving sub-standard healthcare and Chelli was being harassed by an obese boss in a seedy little office?”

Raghav’s last few words were fuelled with such disgust that he pushed away from the table, and came to his feet.

Farhad saw what this was about. Raghav didn’t want Kirti to work because he saw it as his responsibility to provide for them. And he honoured his boss for that sentiment. 

Despite the fact that Raghav’s mother and sister wanted nothing to do with him; despite the fact that they rebuffed his every overture—Farhad knew that they were his foremost concerns. Night and day. All he thought about was their betterment—even when they threw it in his face. Every young woman Raghav helped he was thinking of his Chelli. Every old woman Raghav helped he was thinking of his Amma.

But Farhad had not exhausted his plan. He had more.

“Annah—” Farhad pushed, “Did I say that Kirti should work a menial job? That she should be unhappy? No. I’m saying we find her a job she enjoys and we subsidize her income behind the scenes. Just as you do right now with the rent. They live in a beautiful home in a lovely neighbourhood not aware that you pay the bulk of their rent.” He added, “And—by the way—you’re quite wrong about Kirti having no skills. She’s an incredibly talented artist. I follow her on Instagram.”

“Likes do not put food on the table,” Raghav said, gruffly.

“You are underestimating her. She could earn from her talent. Indeed, she has been quietly earning from her art for the past few years. She designs wedding invitations. She paints murals. She designs textiles. You should see her posts. And look at the big picture—the gratification she will have from believing that she is self-sufficient will be a tremendous boost to her confidence.”

Raghav had not walked out of the room. And he was silent. These were good signs. He was warming to the idea. He finally said, “Very well. You have almost convinced me.”

“Almost?” Farhad frowned.

“You haven’t yet presented a plan for how this will be executed. Who will hire her as an artist? It can’t be any of our companies. It has to be an entity entirely unrelated to us. And then once they have hired her, we’ll have to pressure them to pay her a high salary and hide that it’s coming from us.”

Farhad gave a satisfied smile.

Raghav said, “Don’t smile. It’s not done yet.”

“My job was convincing you that the idea was good. Now you worry about the details.” Farhad stated, boldly.

“I preferred it when you were terrified of me,” Raghav said, unable to prevent a smile at Farhad’s audacity. 

Farhad gave a salute and turned to leave.

“Where are you off to?” Raghav asked.

“I’m still tracking down the security leak at the casino,” Farhad explained. “I’m heading to Sagar Lake now.”

“I’ll join you,” Raghav said, lifting his jacket from the chair. 

“No! You must stay here.”

“You’re now telling me what to do?” Raghav lifted a warning brow.

“No, Annah—it’s just that I told Swamy to come here the moment he had that Anjali woman. He can’t take her to the police station because then it becomes an official investigation,” Farhad explained.

Raghav sighed and tossed his jacket back onto the chair. “Fine. I’ll sit around and get fat waiting for Swamy.” He lifted his voice, and called out, “Oy, Remmy! Are you going to serve me some breakfast or am I fasting for my future wife’s longevity?”