MHRW FF - Strawberries and Whiskey, RaghVi's Story - Page 6

Originally posted by: varshaoforange

GUYS, i'm writing a killer scene where baba tries to talk to pallavi, and RAGHAV stops him hehehehehe

18.

A couple weeks pass by, things between Pallavi and Raghav seem to have found a new normal. The old normal was fighting every day, this normal was secret looks, awkward small talk, and basically nothing else. After ten or so days of this, Keerthi, Amma, and Farhad decide enough is enough.

“Pallavi’s mall showroom opening is coming up, Amma, what if we tell Raghav to go there, and we’ll all go, that way he won’t feel awkward, and more importantly we can prevent him from creating a stupid scene.”

“Keerthi, that’s perfect, we need to show Pallavi that Raghav, for all his bad qualities, appreciates good hard work and more importantly good business sense,” Farhad added.

Amma brought up the subject with Raghav, and surprisingly he agreed without any argument.

A couple more days pass by, and then the fated day, the opening of the mall showroom for Deshmukh Saree Emporium. Baba and Nikhil, Aai, Sulochona, Amruta, Mansi, and Kaka are early. Pallavi is running late, because she wants to make sure Amma has all her medicine and all her food for the day, because she’ll be gone all day.

“Pallavi, I’ll be fine, I don’t want to ruin your day or your surpr—“

“What surprise?”

“Nothing, nothing, I meant the surprise of seeing your own showroom for the first time.”

“It’s not my showroom, Amma, It’s Baba’s…” and with that Pallavi left.

Raghav caught a glimpse of her changing early in the morning into a stunning black and red sari, classic but amazingly sexy at the same time. He could have watched her fix her pleats and put on her jewelry for days, but for some insane reason all he wanted to do was grab her and never let her leave his room…their room.

Pallavi made it to the showroom, and right away Mansi and Milind and Nikhil gave her a big hug. She was courteous, but a little cold to Aai, Sulochuna, and Amruta. She basically ignored Baba. As she started with the preparations, telling Krishna where to put which sari, talking to all the live models on how to drape their pallus, and telling Nikhil and Aakash to fix the lights here and there, she was able to avoid Baba for most of the morning. Until right before the press were set to arrive.

Baba met her in the backroom, and Pallavi tried her best to control her anger, and to her disgust…her sadness at losing this man’s trust and pride.

“Pallavi, just let me say this.”

“Ba— Mr. Deshmukh, the press and the first customers are just about to arrive, we should go back to the front and get ready.”

Pallavi left quickly.

As she walked out, she smiled wide, there were Keerthi and Amma, dressed in two beautiful saris, her own design of pochampally sarees. She ran to them, and gave them a big hug, “so THIS was your surprise? I’m happy you didn’t tell me, Amma.”

Then behind them she saw Raghav walk in, in a dark blue suit, all the buttons buttoned up on his shirt for once, with a smart tie. She felt herself go weak at the knees, and then she suddenly heard Raghav’s voice in her head, “stop checking me out!”

“Saree ka Dukaan…nice.” Raghav walked towards her, Amma, and Keerthi

Pallavi nodded and then awkwardly said, “Oh Nikhil, what did you need, I’m coming.”

“I didn’t call you Di,” Nikhil yells across the room, unhelpfully.

Raghav smiles, and then is awestruck at the beauty of the showroom. He knows next to nothing about sarees, but even he can tell that Pallavi went all out to showcase as many designs and styles from across the country as possible. He tucks in his gift closer under his arm, hopefully she’ll like it.

It was that sari, the one he asked for, to represent all of India, and then basically stole to make copies of for his staff. But when he was packing the sari, he realized it might not be enough of a gesture, he wanted her to remake the saris for his whole country wide staff too, not just the Hyderabad workers. So he ran to his store, and found a bracelet in the back that he hadn’t put out yet. He had designed himself years ago when he was inspired and thinking about what it would feel like when his family was back with him. It was simple silver, but studded across the band were intertwining diamond leaves, bracelet made in such a way that only someone else can put it on and take it off your wrist. He hoped she liked the gifts. He knew she hadn’t forgiven him for the Anjali incident, or for accusing her of all those horrible things, and that was mostly his fault (she too could have just accepted his sorry, picchi ammai), because he stopped trying because of his ego after a while. But he started to have this feeling whenever she was around him, or even just in the house. In fact, the weird thing was the feeling got worse when she wasn’t home. It was like a warm prod in his heart, when she came close to him in her sleep in bed, the smell of her hair, made him want to pull her close and never let go. She just was…

“Raghav, yoo hoo.” Keerthi snapped in front of him

“What happened to you bhai?”

“I’m fine,” Raghav said, “just interested in all these sarees” and then his eyes fell on Pallavi again, her hair shone even brighter somehow on her black sari.

Keerthi sighed, “if only I could pull off a sari like that, am I right, bro?”

“Huh?” Raghav asked, “It’s a nice sari yes.”

Pallavi could feel Raghav’s eyes on him as she walked around the room, trying to find things to fix before the press arrived and the showroom opened. She also needed to avoid Baba at all costs, she would only notice or even talk to him when they revealed the sign. But somehow, more than Baba, she was trying to figure out what was wrong with Raghav.

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19.

“Pallu, please listen to me,” her Aai called her from behind.

Pallavi turned, Aai looked like she could cry.

“Everything you’ve done for us Pallu, everything you’ve done, it’s more than anyone can expect, even from God.”

“Aai, I don’t want to talk to him, I’m fine, we’re fine.”

“Please Pallu, just let him apologize.”

“Pallavi,” Baba came up to them, “please wait, just listen, I will do anything for you to forgive me, you’ve built this showroom from the ground up, you’ve made all our dreams come true—“

“I didn’t do it for you, Mr. Deshmukh, I made a promise to myself, that I would bring Deshmukh Saree Emporium to new heights…for myself, for Mandaar. But I stopped thinking about your dreams a while ago.”

“Pallavi please, forgive me. I should have never doubted you, I should have asked you more often if you needed help. I should helped you fight against Raghav, not judge you baselessly on his nonsense.”

“Mr. Deshmukh, forgiveness and apologies are for people we consider apna, and we’re strangers now, I’m just someone who used to live in your house, someone who used to be married to—“ Pallavi broke off at the thought of Mandaar. Then she caught Raghav’s eye cross the room, smiling and then turning back to Farhad and Keerthi.

“Pallavi, you didn’t do build this showroom for me, ok. I know, but the fact that you built it yourself, that showed me how wrong I was. Every human is capable of a mistake—“

“Woh galthi nahin tha, Baba, woh dhoka the!” Her voice raised a little.

Raghav hears her voice over the crowd and looks her way. Raghav’s brow furrows as he catches who she’s talking to, and realizes why she sounds angry and…so sad. He starts to walk closer to her to hear the conversation

“Pallavi, I want you to take this showroom, I want you to have the shop too, Aai and I don’t need anything. Listen, just come back home. I can’t let you rot in that hell of a house anymore. Every day you come to the office sad, only these past two weeks I’ve seen you get happier as you worked more on the showroom—”

Pallavi thought about that evening Raghav caught her dancing in his studio, how he helped her with her pallu, falling asleep on his shoulder and waking up feeling safe for the first time in a long time.

“—Pallavi please listen to me, I want you to come back—“

Pallavi felt a hand on the small of her back, and then noticed a familiar scent of musk, whiskey, and sandalwood.

“Wah, kya baat hai Saanki Baap. A month ago, Pallavi wasn’t good enough for you to stay in the same house, but today, now that she’s brought the store back into profit and opened up a new showroom, suddenly she’s the apple of your eye—“

“That was because of you Raghav, and take your hands off my daughter.”

“Raghav,” Pallavi whispered, “don’t make a scene. I’m handling this.”

“Sorry Pallavi, but aah toh scene hi banta. Rambo Dad, aapko kya lagta hai, I can’t see your greed behind those glasses of yours.”

“Greed,” Baba was confused, and slowly getting angry.

“I think you and your entire family are doing fine with your small shop on your small street, since Pallavi has done all the work for this showroom, seems sort of greedy to let you be the owner or the manager, no?”

“I don’t want this showroom, I want my daughter back.” Baba said, raising his voice.

More people looked to see what the commotion was.

Pallavi started to get nervous. Why was Raghav saying this, what did he care? He was the reason that I had to leave my home in the first place.

“Raghav, please stop.” Pallavi whispered louder.

“Rambo sir, I know, I’ve made a lot of mistakes in my life, I’m the reason you doubted your daughter in the first place, but the truth is: real fathers, real family, don’t leave their daughters behind, real fathers don’t kick their daughters out over the words of some man, while the other daughters in their house are literally spending their nights drinking and doing god knows what.”

“Eh, Raghav Rao,” Sulochana had heard the last thing Raghav said, “don’t drag my daughter into this.”

“I will, I will drag everyone into this. Your whole family, Saanki Baap, is crazy. First your son, Nikhil is a gambler. Your sister-in-law is the devil incarnate, your niece is spoilt to the brim, your brother can’t stand up for himself even if someone gave him a walking stick to hold onto, and you are the biggest hypocrite I have ever met in my whole life.”

“Raghav, that’s enough.” Pallavi grabbed his arm and pulled him away from the crowd, luckily the press hadn’t arrived yet.

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Raghav with buttoned up suit, and a tie! Ooooo...what’s that like! ❤️

Originally posted by: varshaoforange

“Pallu, please listen to me,” her Aai called her from behind.

Pallavi turned, Aai looked like she could cry.

“Everything you’ve done for us Pallu, everything you’ve done, it’s more than anyone can expect, even from God.”

“Aai, I don’t want to talk to him, I’m fine, we’re fine.”

“Please Pallu, just let him apologize.”

“Pallavi,” Baba came up to them, “please wait, just listen, I will do anything for you to forgive me, you’ve built this showroom from the ground up, you’ve made all our dreams come true—“

“I didn’t do it for you, Mr. Deshmukh, I made a promise to myself, that I would bring Deshmukh Saree Emporium to new heights…for myself, for Mandaar. But I stopped thinking about your dreams a while ago.”

“Pallavi please, forgive me. I should have never doubted you, I should have asked you more often if you needed help. I should helped you fight against Raghav, not judge you baselessly on his nonsense.”

“Mr. Deshmukh, forgiveness and apologies are for people we consider apna, and we’re strangers now, I’m just someone who used to live in your house, someone who used to be married to—“ Pallavi broke off at the thought of Mandaar. Then she caught Raghav’s eye cross the room, smiling and then turning back to Farhad and Keerthi.

“Pallavi, you didn’t do build this showroom for me, ok. I know, but the fact that you built it yourself, that showed me how wrong I was. Every human is capable of a mistake—“

“Woh galthi nahin tha, Baba, woh dhoka the!” Her voice raised a little.

Raghav hears her voice over the crowd and looks her way. Raghav’s brow furrows as he catches who she’s talking to, and realizes why she sounds angry and…so sad. He starts to walk closer to her to hear the conversation

“Pallavi, I want you to take this showroom, I want you to have the shop too, Aai and I don’t need anything. Listen, just come back home. I can’t let you rot in that hell of a house anymore. Every day you come to the office sad, only these past two weeks I’ve seen you get happier as you worked more on the showroom—”

Pallavi thought about that evening Raghav caught her dancing in his studio, how he helped her with her pallu, falling asleep on his shoulder and waking up feeling safe for the first time in a long time.

“—Pallavi please listen to me, I want you to come back—“

Pallavi felt a hand on the small of her back, and then noticed a familiar scent of musk, whiskey, and sandalwood.

“Wah, kya baat hai Saanki Baap. A month ago, Pallavi wasn’t good enough for you to stay in the same house, but today, now that she’s brought the store back into profit and opened up a new showroom, suddenly she’s the apple of your eye—“

“That was because of you Raghav, and take your hands off my daughter.”

“Raghav,” Pallavi whispered, “don’t make a scene. I’m handling this.”

“Sorry Pallavi, but aah toh scene hi banta. Rambo Dad, aapko kya lagta hai, I can’t see your greed behind those glasses of yours.”

“Greed,” Baba was confused, and slowly getting angry.

“I think you and your entire family are doing fine with your small shop on your small street, since Pallavi has done all the work for this showroom, seems sort of greedy to let you be the owner or the manager, no?”

“I don’t want this showroom, I want my daughter back.” Baba said, raising his voice.

More people looked to see what the commotion was.

Pallavi started to get nervous. Why was Raghav saying this, what did he care? He was the reason that I had to leave my home in the first place.

“Raghav, please stop.” Pallavi whispered louder.

“Rambo sir, I know, I’ve made a lot of mistakes in my life, I’m the reason you doubted your daughter in the first place, but the truth is: real fathers, real family, don’t leave their daughters behind, real fathers don’t kick their daughters out over the words of some man, while the other daughters in their house are literally spending their nights drinking and doing god knows what.”

“Eh, Raghav Rao,” Sulochana had heard the last thing Raghav said, “don’t drag my daughter into this.”

“I will, I will drag everyone into this. Your whole family, Saanki Baap, is crazy. First your son, Nikhil is a gambler. Your sister-in-law is the devil incarnate, your niece is spoilt to the brim, your brother can’t stand up for himself even if someone gave him a walking stick to hold onto, and you are the biggest hypocrite I have ever met in my whole life.”

“Raghav, that’s enough.” Pallavi grabbed his arm and pulled him away from the crowd, luckily the press hadn’t arrived yet.

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wa wa wa wa wa wa... kya sunaya raghav ne to whole the deshmukh clan👏👏👏 aremaja aa gya ab toh aage aage aur maja aayega

Originally posted by: Inese_20

Raghav with buttoned up suit, and a tie! Ooooo...what’s that like! ❤️

shocker like heart attack🤣🤣🤪

Originally posted by: ImHemangi

shocker like heart attack🤣🤣🤪

Exactly 🤣

Punch them on faces with words Raghav 🤣