This is dedicated to all of you amazing ladies. I hope you will like it. š¤
He switched sides, grabbing the glass filled with whiskey from the night stand. Maybe this would help him sleep, he had a bad day. His heart ached, he had been successful in his act of sabotaging the image of Pallavi Deshmukh. From what he knew of her family, they will now keep her Locked inside or marry her off to someone. Marry her off, the mere thought somehow pinched him. She has done it to deserve what she got, he repeated again.
"Pallavi Deshmukh, tum jo kia uske liye bhot chota saja hai ye" he said sitting down on the bed.
Suddenly there was a knock on the door, he lifted his eyes to look at one of the staff standing over the door with something like a piece of paper in his hand.
"Kya hai?" He yelled irritated
"Sir..wo.." he gulped, scared at his demeanor
"Sir sir krega ya aage bolega tum?" He said getting up and moving towards him
"Sir wo aap jab din m aaye the... Tab mai kaam mai laga tha..fir aap chale gye.. and jab wapas aaye to gusse m the.." he stammered
"Tumko kya mereko mera routine sunane k liye rakha hai?"
"Sir.. wo subah..Pallavi madam aapke liye Ye chod k gai the... Wo kehri the ki aapse he mil k aa rahi hai.. apka kuch chut gya apko de du" he said extending the piece of paper towards him. Raghav looked at it confused. What could it possibly be? He snatched I from him and asked him to leave. He sat down on the bed and opened the folded paper.
"A letter?" He gasped as he began reading.
Raghav,
I generally prefix dear while writing a letter, but I guess that's not the case with you, I will skip any formalities and rather anything that gives you a hope that I might have started considering you, a friend or a good person. š
You got no idea how badly I stopped myself from writing Ghamandi Rao, it took all of my nerves to stick to just Raghav, since today, I don't want to fight with you. Yes, don't be surprised and raise your brow in suspicion, you read it right, I don't wanna fight with you, not anymore. If you're reading this, I suppose you're back at your place, and must be sitting on one of the couches, with a glass full of alcohol, it amazes me how much you drink trying to avoid the world you so confidently claim of owning. You drink because that gives you the courage and company both, both you seem to lack, and this is not a taunt but a concern. (Told ya, no fights) š
You know, Raghav, I used to pity you, but now I am just sympathetic as much as I am to me. I was so preoccupied in my problems, my situation that I never realised you too, are, just 27, too young to take the burden of the world on your shoulder. Too young to lose your family. I don't know about your past Raghav, I don't even have the right to ask.. but It stuck me that in this weird challange of ours, I never took a minute of my day to ask you.. How you were doing? But better late than never, Raghav, How are you? Are you doing well? Is there something troubling you? Don't you get tired of pretending to be the bad guy? Don't you get tired of facing the wrath of the world and your own family?
Your family, I know you enough to know that they matter the most to you, again I have no right to stuck in between you and your mother but I genuinely pray to bappa that your mend your relationship with her soon, she's a gem and if I will be of any help, ask me.
I know, you must be confused and your brain would be thinking so hard as to why I wrote all this, I just met you, I could've texted you, but my ego and your face masked with arrogancy would not let me, plus I wasn't sure how you will take this, maybe I am writing it because I am too overwhelmed by what you did, so if there's a smile in your face, keep this letter as a token of gratitude and if you think this is childish, curl it up in a ball and throw it in the bin, not like we will be meeting up again, right? However, I would like to sometimes barge into your house and order you to make some tea, of course this time I don't want to follow it with a full fledged action movie.
Anyway, in my chattering, I forgot to say what I couldn't earlier, THANK you, Raghav Rao, this might be a simple deal for you, but for me this is my whole life, my happiness, my purpose of living, if not for this, I would've given up. This is not a world renowned brand like Jayati but for me it's my world, my sole reason for survival. Khair, you must be thinking 'saree ka dukan' started with her lecture again, so I will stop it now, praising my shop.
I will forever be indebted for this kind gesture of yours. You could have easily snatched it away from me and continued keeping the facade of ruthless businessman but you chose to be kind, and I appreciate that.
Lastly, Take care, Raghav, and If you ever feel you need someone, to talk or to share your worries with, I am just a call away. ā¤ļø
Yours,
Saree ka Dukaaaan.
He read it thrice. Maybe more than that. No one ever asked him how he was, they only cared about deals, no read him better than her. No one ever dared to write a letter to Raghav Rao, not even hottest of his dates. She talked of Mending his relationship with his mother, was she capable of what he accused her of? Was she even guilty? Did he punish her for no fault of hers? Is she ever going to trust him again? Her loathing eyes flashed before his face, asking him, what did she ever do, to deserve this?
"Farhad" he shouted, bringing his most loyal man in front of him.
"Gaadi nikalo... Mereko abhi milna hai usse" He said, running out of the house. And even though he didn't mention who, Farhad knew, only one woman had it in her to drag this guy out at past midnight, on his ownn will.
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