MHRW FF - Strawberries and Whiskey, RaghVi's Story - Page 16

Originally posted by: SnehaSneha

Actually, Raghav started it 🤣 and we like the chamchi we are, followed him

27.

Raghav was quiet for the drive back.

“Sab teek hain? That wasn’t too bad right, except for Kaku…”

“Yes everything is fine.”

Pallavi wondered, maybe Raghav was regretting acting in front of Kaku, I mean if he really meant to say that I was beautiful, his mood would be better now. What was going on with him? Was this really because of Kaku calling me a “keep,” did it remind him of why we got married in the first place? How I forced his hand? She touched the bracelet, worrying more and more that last night might have just been a dream.

“Listen, Pallavi, I don’t know if we, or if you should go back to that house anymore.”

“Raghav, don’t take Kaku’s words to heart, she just doesn’t like me, she’s not going to cause any more problems for you…” Pallavi was thinking about Amruta’s abortion incident…

Little did she know that after Raghav tracked down Anjali, he had Farhad track down the phone number of the person who took Keerthi’s photos…and it was Kaku, not Pallavi. This was yet another accusation Raghav had put on Pallavi’s head, destroying her trust in him. He cursed himself, how could he have known that he would need her trust this much one day?

“No, it’s not Kaku, Teri Saanki Baap, mere matlab” Raghav almost cowered at Pallavi’s glare, “Teri Baba, he doesn’t like me, as you know, and he may have forgiven you, but he’s trying to control you.

“When will men understand, that I don’t need to have my hand held. I can’t be controlled, nor do I need to be!”

“I know, I know.”

“Raqhav, you don’t know, since we met, all you’ve done is try to control my life, where I work, where I live, who I can and can’t talk to. I’m sick of it. And I know Baba lost his trust in me. But sometimes our elders make mistakes too, and I have the right to give him a second chance, I’m not giving it to him just because he’s older than I am.”

“Pallavi—“

“I don’t want to talk about this anymore,” Pallavi turned to the window of the car, fiddling with her bracelet, worrying that Raghav’s words weren’t coming from a position of care like she thought they were, but instead that all he wanted was to control her like everything in his life.

Continued... (might take a little bit longer for the next one, I have to develop the plot in my head)

Ab toh hum FF complete hone ke baad hi comment karenge......I don't wanna miss the beat😆

I'm on the same page with Raghav, no need to go back to that house Pallu, assmukhs are not worth your time 😡

Take your time honey, I will read one bone by then. 🤣

28.

The next morning at 6AM, Pallavi wakes up before Raghav, like always, but today she’s very tired. She barely slept last night, and when she did fall asleep, she was haunted by one of the most beautiful dreams she’d ever had. The bracelet on her wrist started feeling tighter and tighter. She kept thinking about the night before last, she’d never gotten drunk before, did drunk people actually say the truth? Does Raghav actually want me to stay here, stay married to him? Why? Instead of getting up she tried to go back to sleep. She was having the most wonderful dream. She and Raghav were on a beach in Goa, there were tons of people around, but Raghav and her didn’t seem to notice anyone but each other. They spent what felt like hours walking along the beach, hand in hand. Raghav playfully pushing her into the water, and after she pushed back, he’d carry her and dunk her in the water. The dream shifted into them at a dance club on the beach. Raghav pulled her onto the dance floor, and swung her around, both of them equally bad at couple dancing even though they were classically trained dancers, laughing as they noticed everyone else on the floor snickering and staring at them. She turned around, and instead of getting her dream or her questions out of her mind, seeing Raghav’s sleeping face made her more confused. She felt herself moving closer to him, breathing in his scent. Her hand carefully, hesitantly moved to his chest. If she could feel his heartbeat, maybe the universe would send an answer to her questions. The slow beat-beat-beat of his heart it felt like a lullaby, singing her back to sleep again.

Around twenty minutes later, Raghav opened his eyes. Instead of the familiar sight of the back of Pallavi’s head, he was looking at her sleeping face. Barely inches away. He could still smell her jasmine perfume from last night, she hadn’t taken off the necklace. God, she was right, simple does look beautiful, mainly on her. He looked down and realized the warmness on his chest might not have been coming from his heart, but Pallavi’s hand. Her fingers were so small and delicate, he imagined what it would feel like to have that hand in his. To be walking down some dark street in Hyderabad late at night, after a whole day of adventures. Chaat at her favorite daaba, her favorite bookstores, my favorite views in the city. Wrapping his arms around her from behind on the balcony after this long day, and just enjoying the stars winking and the moon shining on her beautiful face. He shifted a little in bed, to move closer.

And then Pallavi woke up.

Continued

sorry i'm not good at writing...steamy scenes

Originally posted by: varshaoforange

sorry i'm not good at writing...steamy scenes

This is like more of realistic

Loved it

Continue soon

Kid me not, I could totally feel it see she's been moving closer and closer 🤣 I'm telling you it's hormonal locha ☺️ Pallavi woke up but will she wake up? 😆 stay tuned to know, like me. 🤗😆

It's goooood gurl.

Aaye, Caption, I love this new title. ❤️