Raghav was so forward.. i guess he believes, after that kiss they shared, it wasnt wrong either.
Wonder wat Rakesh thinks of it.. Clearly he saw Raghav touching Pallavi’s lips.I felt bad that Pallavi was thinking of restricting her enjoyment for the wedding fearing wat ppl wud say. But she does have some good ppl to support her..
Wud our hero see her in her short emerald green choli???
Yes, Hero will see Heroine in tiny choli! hehe
Lovely updates dear!!
Why should she allow Asha Chetty’s dour looks take away from the pleasure she had always taken in dressing up? She was not an old maid—and she was certainly not a widow.
She was Pallavi Sawant: A young woman with desires and dreams. She would not allow anyone to treat her as a bad-luck omen or a tragic figure.
oh I so love this PALLAVI❤️ go girl!!!
Love this fic, finally 3 dimensional characters with actual real life dreams, desires and not just caricatures of real people.
Literally binge-read it in a few days and can't wait to see where it goes.
I only have one constructive criticism, the chapters are very short but I also understand that you have a life beyond this so anything is better than nothing.
Enjoying your depiction of Pallavi as a rational being with actual feminine desires and her realistic ability to see the flaws with her in-laws rather than being a 1 dimensional self sacrificial lamb with no distinct personality beyond irrational anger and a disillusioned sense of loyalty to a family that does the bare minimum.
Love this fic, finally 3 dimensional characters with actual real life dreams, desires and not just caricatures of real people.
Literally binge-read it in a few days and can't wait to see where it goes.
I only have one constructive criticism, the chapters are very short but I also understand that you have a life beyond this so anything is better than nothing.
Enjoying your depiction of Pallavi as a rational being with actual feminine desires and her realistic ability to see the flaws with her in-laws rather than being a 1 dimensional self sacrificial lamb with no distinct personality beyond irrational anger and a disillusioned sense of loyalty to a family that does the bare minimum.
Thank you for your generous comment, Sister.
I don't see the criticism in your words---it's a compliment that you want more-more-more. But, yes--my writing time is necessarily limited. I write what I can each morning and share it hoping it will brighten someone's day as it does mine.
EPISODE 33
Had she not been so enraged, Pallavi might have appreciated the view from Raghav Rao’s Sagar Lake villa. She might have admired how the infinity pool appeared to cascade into the lake below. How the terrace was angled so it appeared the night sky belonged only to her.
But she was too angry to acknowledge that here was a man who knew how to live well.
He had called her out of her home. Away from a joyous family celebration. Leaving behind Deshmukhs and Chettys—and not to forget a dozen curious neighbours wondering what a girl had to do that was so urgent at ten pm.
What would they think if they had seen her climb into a black sedan parked outside the back garden gate and driven miles out of the city?
And for what purpose, Sisters?
This is a question which Pallavi would dearly love answered.
She had been shown through the villa and onto the terrace by a servant. Offered champagne—look at the audacity! And informed that ‘Annah’ would be with her shortly.
That was twenty-three minutes ago.
And as each waiting minute passed, and the more champagne she sipped—of course, she consumed it, Sisters!—the more outraged she grew.
So when he stepped onto the terrace, he was not given a chance to apologize for keeping her waiting.
***
Pallavi swiftly covered the distance between them, and shouted in English, “How dare you?!” Each word was punctuated with her palms thumping against his chest.
Raghav was not prepared for this physical attack, and the first of her three blows pushed him back a step. He planted his feet for stability and absorbed her remaining fury.
He had never seen anyone more beautiful—nor more enraged. Her eyes were snapping green fire. And the recollection of Harish’s description of her as a dragon made him smile.
To smile was a grave mistake, Sisters.
“You’re laughing at me?!” she railed.
“No, Pallavi—” he began.
She shook a threatening finger. “Don’t! I don’t want to hear my name on your lips. In fact, don’t speak a word!”
She swung away from him throwing her arms up in the air as though addressing the gods. “Who does he think he is?! They call him the don of Hyderabad so he thinks he’s entitled to make people dance to his every tune?”
She should not have turned away from him because it provided Raghav a full view of her open back interrupted only by a dental-floss dori.
Without being thin, her waist was small, and the lengha tied low revealed how her hips flared into a surprisingly round bottom. It was well that she did not see how the light in his eyes glowed at this vision. Perhaps on another day in the distant future, she might receive female gratification from eliciting such a response.
But not on this night.
Pivoting to face him, arms akimbo, she demanded, “Do you know how many lies I had to tell Baba to get out of the house? I’m already forbidden to see you after that casino video. What if he discovers that I’m back here at your resort?” Not waiting for a reply, she added, “I lied to him in front of Mansi’s in-laws. And all the neighbourhood spies who already despise me for not behaving as a widow should. And when I return, I’ll have to elaborate on those lies because you forced me to come out this evening. What gives you the right to threaten me about the shop lease every time I don’t do as you command? Do you know that difference between landlord and slave master?”
He knew better than to answer the question. It was best to remain silent until she told him to speak. He was happy to remain quiet as he was enjoying this display of her passion.
She continued, undeterred, “Just because I allowed you that one liberty at the hospital yesterday, you behave as though you own me. Well, Mr Rao, erase that episode from your mind. It was nothing. If you’ve been properly kissed, you would know that that slight touch doesn’t even deserve the title of a kiss. So don’t let your imagination run away with the idea that I’m in love with you and that I long to be your obedient mistress and satiate your every sexual desire.”
Here Raghav couldn’t resist. “Are you lecturing me or trying to excite me? My body’s receiving mixed messages.”
He doffed his jacket and opened his waistcoat to make himself more comfortable.
“I’m sure it doesn’t take much to excite you,” she retorted.
“You would be surprised.”
“Why? Because the don of Hyderabad’s standards are so high,” she scoffed. Adding, “Well, before you grow too attached to your fantasies about me, let me inform you that I’ll soon be married.”
Her words met Raghav like an ice bucket challenge.
“To that dandy with that girly accent!?” Raghav asked, adding a laugh to bury an expletive.
“Why not? Rakesh is intelligent, attractive—and a gentleman. It may surprise you to learn that he doesn’t have to bully me into going for coffee. And if he wanted me to come over to his gorgeous lakefront villa on this starlit night,” she said, widening her arms to incorporate the view, “he would just ask politely and I would happily accept. He wouldn’t need to threaten me.”
Raghav raised his brows in a mocking question. “How long until his polite lovemaking drives you to poison him?”
“Any self-respecting woman would choose him over you. Do you think that just because you have money and power, I would be with you? You are a gangster. You’ve built your life on the suffering of others. Rakesh has built his life helping others. He’s a surgeon. He saves lives. People are drawn to him when he enters a room while people cower when you enter a room.”
Raghav gave a sneering smile, “When you are stuck in rainy London with a surgeon in your bed, you’ll fantasize about the gangster you dismissed in Hyderabad.”
She sniffed, “I rather like rain. I find it romantic.”
“Is that how Mandhar Deshmukh seduced you? With his polite behaviour and his romantic words?” Raghav spat out.
He immediately regretted his harsh words and savage tone when her face drained of blood and a trembling hand lifted to cover her mouth.
“Wh-what did you say?” her voice was almost a whimper.
His statement had reduced her from a force to behold into a victim. And he despised himself for it. But it was too late to backtrack.
“I asked you here to show you something,” he said, exiting the terrace, expecting her to follow.
Nooo, you can't leave us at a cliffhanger. I know you don't have a lot of time, but this ending is making my curious mind run miles on what is going to happen--what is Raghav going to show Pallavi and how would she react- all is known to her or she doesn't know anything.
Raghav really doesn't have a great sense of timing--who would call anyone over at 10 o'clock at night. I really loved Pallavi's rant and how she casually mentions both the kiss and her marriage being fixed to Raghav, who assumes the groom to be Rakesh.
Ooh and liked the way Raghav took the time admiring Pallavi instead of retorting back to her.
Definitely can't wait for your next update- i know it is too soon to say that😅
I think I am stalking you!’ My personal best is 7 mins after you have updated I have began reading 😊. And now I must wait a lonnnggg time before the next update because this was just wowww. Did not expect their meeting to be like this. Especially because of the green choli!! I was expecting a lot of romance from Raghav!! Hopefully soon!!
Pallo dear before going all sherni mode atleast confirm why he had called you here
he he these two
please do continue
bye sumi
Originally posted by: JalebiJane
EPISODE 33
Had she not been so enraged, Pallavi might have appreciated the view from Raghav Rao’s Sagar Lake villa. She might have admired how the infinity pool appeared to cascade into the lake below. How the terrace was angled so it appeared the night sky belonged only to her.
But she was too angry to acknowledge that here was a man who knew how to live well.
He had called her out of her home. Away from a joyous family celebration. Leaving behind Deshmukhs and Chettys—and not to forget a dozen curious neighbours wondering what a girl had to do that was so urgent at ten pm.
What would they think if they had seen her climb into a black sedan parked outside the back garden gate and driven miles out of the city?
And for what purpose, Sisters?
This is a question which Pallavi would dearly love answered.
She had been shown through the villa and onto the terrace by a servant. Offered champagne—look at the audacity! And informed that ‘Annah’ would be with her shortly.
That was twenty-three minutes ago.
And as each waiting minute passed, and the more champagne she sipped—of course, she consumed it, Sisters!—the more outraged she grew.
So when he stepped onto the terrace, he was not given a chance to apologize for keeping her waiting.
***
Pallavi swiftly covered the distance between them, and shouted in English, “How dare you?!” Each word was punctuated with her palms thumping against his chest.
Raghav was not prepared for this physical attack, and the first of her three blows pushed him back a step. He planted his feet for stability and absorbed her remaining fury.
He had never seen anyone more beautiful—nor more enraged. Her eyes were snapping green fire. And the recollection of Harish’s description of her as a dragon made him smile.
To smile was a grave mistake, Sisters.
“You’re laughing at me?!” she railed.
“No, Pallavi—” he began.
She shook a threatening finger. “Don’t! I don’t want to hear my name on your lips. In fact, don’t speak a word!”
She swung away from him throwing her arms up in the air as though addressing the gods. “Who does he think he is?! They call him the don of Hyderabad so he thinks he’s entitled to make people dance to his every tune?”
She should not have turned away from him because it provided Raghav a full view of her open back interrupted only by a dental-floss dori.
Without being thin, her waist was small, and the lengha tied low revealed how her hips flared into a surprisingly round bottom. It was well that she did not see how the light in his eyes glowed at this vision. Perhaps on another day in the distant future, she might receive female gratification from eliciting such a response.
But not on this night.
Pivoting to face him, arms akimbo, she demanded, “Do you know how many lies I had to tell Baba to get out of the house? I’m already forbidden to see you after that casino video. What if he discovers that I’m back here at your resort?” Not waiting for a reply, she added, “I lied to him in front of Mansi’s in-laws. And all the neighbourhood spies who already despise me for not behaving as a widow should. And when I return, I’ll have to elaborate on those lies because you forced me to come out this evening. What gives you the right to threaten me about the shop lease every time I don’t do as you command? Do you know that difference between landlord and slave master?”
He knew better than to answer the question. It was best to remain silent until she told him to speak. He was happy to remain quiet as he was enjoying this display of her passion.
She continued, undeterred, “Just because I allowed you that one liberty at the hospital yesterday, you behave as though you own me. Well, Mr Rao, erase that episode from your mind. It was nothing. If you’ve been properly kissed, you would know that that slight touch doesn’t even deserve the title of a kiss. So don’t let your imagination run away with the idea that I’m in love with you and that I long to be your obedient mistress and satiate your every sexual desire.”
Here Raghav couldn’t resist. “Are you lecturing me or trying to excite me? My body’s receiving mixed messages.”
He doffed his jacket and opened his waistcoat to make himself more comfortable.
“I’m sure it doesn’t take much to excite you,” she retorted.
“You would be surprised.”
“Why? Because the don of Hyderabad’s standards are so high,” she scoffed. Adding, “Well, before you grow too attached to your fantasies about me, let me inform you that I’ll soon be married.”
Her words met Raghav like an ice bucket challenge.
“To that dandy with that girly accent!?” Raghav asked, adding a laugh to bury an expletive.
“Why not? Rakesh is intelligent, attractive—and a gentleman. It may surprise you to learn that he doesn’t have to bully me into going for coffee. And if he wanted me to come over to his gorgeous lakefront villa on this starlit night,” she said, widening her arms to incorporate the view, “he would just ask politely and I would happily accept. He wouldn’t need to threaten me.”
Raghav raised his brows in a mocking question. “How long until his polite lovemaking drives you to poison him?”
“Any self-respecting woman would choose him over you. Do you think that just because you have money and power, I would be with you? You are a gangster. You’ve built your life on the suffering of others. Rakesh has built his life helping others. He’s a surgeon. He saves lives. People are drawn to him when he enters a room while people cower when you enter a room.”
Raghav gave a sneering smile, “When you are stuck in rainy London with a surgeon in your bed, you’ll fantasize about the gangster you dismissed in Hyderabad.”
She sniffed, “I rather like rain. I find it romantic.”
“Is that how Mandhar Deshmukh seduced you? Stole your money? Pawned your ring? With his polite behaviour and his romantic words?” Raghav spat out.
He immediately regretted his harsh words and savage tone when her face drained of blood and a trembling hand lifted to cover her mouth.
“Wh-what did you say?” her voice was almost a whimper.
His statement had reduced her from a force to behold into a victim. And he despised himself for it. But it was too late to backtrack.
“I asked you here to show you something,” he said, exiting the terrace, expecting her to follow.
Absolutely amazing..letting Pallavi speak.
I'm still trying to process all that is happening in I think 48 hours per story timeline?
Woah! Love the pace and how they are so clear in communicating what they want from each other 😆
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