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Originally posted by: MsPrez

I know right! Don RR toh jaise gayab hi hogaya tha He has to come out of his Devdas mode in the show as well.

He will be Devdas but only alone and not in front of world. In front of others he will stand like a tiger, a don even though wounded but strong and challenging with his daring attitude.

But I really loved it when he gave reality check to Pallavi. Just becz Pallavi runs at every whim n whine of Deshmukh doesn't mean that even he will do the same.

To be honest I loved Mrs. Don than mr.don❤️❤️🤣

Because pallavi is always a atomb bomb 🤣🤣

Glad to know the marriage acts 🙈🙈 because it's will be useful for everyone🤣🤣

Still what Anna did is cruel 🙄🙄

Originally posted by: MsPrez

Mr. Don

"Pallavi Deshmukh!"

The name echoed in the Deshmukh House as if a thunderbolt hit the house.

It was very late at night, all the Deshmukhs were preparing to go to sleep. But one roar of Pallavi's former name jolted all of them to hurry out of their rooms.

"Kaha hain tum! Bahar niklo, Pallavi Deshmukh!" He roared again.

Pallavi came out from Sharda's room along with her. She was shocked to see Raghav in such an intoxicated state.

He was looking down, had one hand extended to take the support of a pillar and an almost empty bottle of liquor in his other.

Pallavi stepped towards him and yelled back, "Yeh kya bakwas kar rahe ho tum, Raghav?"

He looked up and his bloodshot eyes met with the angry ones of her. He let out a mocking laugh and walked towards her. "Bakwas kaheka? Yehi toh tum chahta tha na? Chalo, de diya tumhe!"

"Raghav, tum abhi nashe mein ho. Hum baad mein baat karenge. Thik hain?" She held his arm.

"Nehi!" He jerked her hand off. "Main nashe mein nehi, ab jake toh mera nasha utra hain!"

"Raghav Rao! Mere ghar mein...." Vijay started but was cut short by Raghav.

"Sanki Buddhe, ekdam chup! Aaj ek shabd bhi nehi. Tujhe main tera bahu lauta raha hain aaj. Chup-chap khara reh waha!" He snapped his fingers and gestured Vijay to step back.

"Haan, toh, Pallavi Deshmukh... Aaj main maanta hoon ki tum sach mein acting mein gold medal pane ke layak hain."

"Raghav, tum pagal ho chuke ho! Kya bol rahe ho yeh sab?" Pallavi questioned again.

"Arreh! Tumko ab aur acting karna zarurat nehi hain. Mujhe sab samajh aagaya hain."

He came dangerously close to her. She felt tiny in front of his towering figure.

"Tum shuru se hi mere se badla lena chahta tha na? Isi liye mera saath pyaar ka natak kiya na tumne?" He accused her. "Congrats! Tumne successfully mujhe barbaad kardia hain." He clapped enthusiastically and turned to the others, "Arreh, tum sab bhi tali bajao na. Tumhara ghar ka bahu ne tum sab ka badla le liya hain merese."

With tears flowing uncontrollably, she hugged him tightly with all her might. "Raghav, please..."

He clasped both her arms very roughly and separated her from himself. "Tumhe tumhara asli farz..." He glared at Mandar and held her mangalsutra in between two of his fingers, "....aur nakli pyaar mein kisi ek ko chunn mei bohot problem horaha tha na? Iss liye maine socha tumhara choice aasan kardeta hain."

In a split second, Raghav did the unimaginable. He snatched the mangalsutra off of her neck. Pallavi's eyes widened as if they will pop out of their sockets any moment.

"What the hell, Raghav!" She yelled and held his collars with both hands, "Ye kya kiya tumne?"

He smirked but didn't say anything. He raised the liquor bottle and poured it on her head, liquifying her sindoor. She couldn't believe what was happening. Her sindoor was trailing down her nose while blood grazed down her neck from where she was hurt when he snatched her mangalsutra.

Before she could react, he slammed the liquor bottle on the ground just beside them and grasped her left hand. "Tumhe ab inn sab ki zarurat nehi," he said in a shockingly calm voice and removed the ring he had given her.

Pallavi was so shocked that she felt like she has lost her voice. Other occupants of the household were literally frozen in their places. Never in their wildest dreams, they had imagined witnessing a scene as such. Luckily, Amruta had informed Farhad and he reached the scene.

"Le, Mandar Deshmukh, ye raha tera biwi...Pallavi Deshmukh. Aur, Vijay Deshmukh, rakh apna ghar ka bahu ko apna paas." Raghav said while taking backward steps.

After reaching the threshold, he turned his back on them and that is when emotions of sadness and hurt overcame his angry expression. But those emotions were witnessed by Farhad only.

"Farhad, humesha yaad rakhna... Jo ekbar pyaar ko janle, pyaar usska jaan le." Raghav said to him before dropping down.

Farhad supported his Anna and slightly nodded at Amruta to let her know that he'll take care.

Next:

- Mrs. Don

- Mr. & Mrs. Don

Awwww what a beautiful story dear.. so nice. Anna needs to lash out at everyone.👍

I want a drunk anna confronting pallu. If she wants to stay in Deshmukh house she can by all means. N he ll never bother her again.. i m so done with the episodes n d dumbness n cluelessness at part of pallavi. 😠😠😡🤬

Do continue soon dear.

Originally posted by: MsPrez

Mr. Don

Mrs. Don

Raghav woke up with the most horrible hangover ever but that wasn't the thing that was hurting him. He had hurt himself. No, it wasn't self-harm.

Last night, he must have been drunk but he didn't forget the occurrences. Probably, he won't ever forget those. He hurt himself by hurting Pallavi, the love of his life.

He will never forget the horrified look on her face when he snatched away her mangalsutra, which she would always hold so dearly as if it would give her strength, and the blood that dripped from her neck as the snatching had bruised the back of her neck. Physically, the pain had scared her skin but they were also inflicted on his soul.

Keeping all the thoughts aside, he let out a deep breath to begin a new chapter of his life without his cause of living, Pallavi.

"Mere bare mein hi soch rahe ho na?"

It was her voice and it wasn't from very far away. Without wasting any nanosecond, he turned around towards her side of the bed and there she was, just beside him. She had her head propped up with the support of an arm against the pillow. She was grinning at him. She had filled her hair parting with sindoor, like always. The only things missing were her mangalsutra and the ring.

Some of her hair flew over his face, due to the wind coming from the open window. Instinctively, he closed his eyes and smelled her hair. Strawberry it was, his favorite.

"Tum duniya ke pehle pati hoge jisska favorite kaam hain apne biwi ke baal smell karna," she stated the fact with a giggle.

That is when he snapped out of his dreamland and realized that she isn't supposed to be here. After what he did last night, she will never be this unaffected. All these might be his dream.

"Nehi, Raghav, tu pagal hogaya hain. Vo Saree Ka Dukan yaha kaise hosakta hain."

Dismissing her presence, he lightly hit himself on the head and rubbed his eyes.

"Aww... Mujhe nehi pata tha ki tum mujhe imagine bhi karte ho?" she laughed at his denial and pulled his cheeks. "Tum sach mein bohot cute ho, Ghamandi Rao!"

His eyes widened in disbelief. "Pallavi, tum sach mein yaha hain?" His voice was gentle, unlike yesternight.

She cupped his face, "Haan, Raghav, main sach mein yaha hoon," and gently caressed his stubble.

He stumbled out of the bed and stood up with his back facing her, "Nehi! Tum yaha nehi hosakta! Bhool gaya maine kal raat kya kya kaha tha? Chala jao apna Deshmukh House!"

She also got down and harshly turned him around to face her. "Excuse me, Mr. Raghav Rao! Tum hote kaun ho mujhe yaha nehi rehne dene wale? Yeh mera ghar hain!"

"Yeh tumhara ghar nehi hain! Kal maine humara rishta khatam karr diya tha na? Tumhara ghar ab sirf vo Deshmukh House hain. Ardhamainda?" He gave her his signature glance, which everyone feared.

But Pallavi wasn't just anyone. She didn't fear him, instead she laughed and walked towards the bedside table. Raghav was astonished at her behaviour. Last night, he behaved so violently. Yet here she was , laughing, absolutely unaffected.

While he tried to deduce the reason of her denial mode, she took brought a book from the bedside table. This book was an unforgettable part of their relationship. It's the book of Hindu Law Act, her favorite. He internally laughed thinking about what law she was going to use against him now.

"First one....Divorce with Mutual Consent." She read out from the book. "Pehli baat...mutual toh hain nehi. Chalo, agar main maan bhi gayi then.... As per Section 13B of Hindu Marriage Act, 1955 and Section 28 of the Special Marriage Act, 1954, the couple should be living separately for at least one year before divorce proceedings can begin. Section 10A of Divorce Act, 1869, however, requires the couple to be separated for at least two years."

He crossed his arms over his chest and listened to her attentively, impressed.

"Ab baat karte hain Divorce without Mutual Consent ki." She continued, "Reasons. First one, cruelty." She looked up and checked out his bare body, "Ek baar sirf jhadu se mara tha. Koi gaav toh nazar nehi aaraha. Next..."

One by one she listed out the acceptable reasons and also provided reasons why they were invalid in their case. After finishing, she slammed the book closed and threw it on the bed.

"Iss liye, Mr. Raghav Rao..." she walked closer to him, "Tumhare liye behtar yehi hoga ki meri aadat dal lo. Kyun ki na main tumhe divorce dene wali hoon aur na hi yaha se kahi jane wali hoon. Ardhamainda?"

This time, she was the one to glare and he went speechless. She spinned around, making her hair fly over his face.

"Ek aur baat..." She didn't turn back, "Jab main nahake bahar aaun, tab mujhe mera mangalsutra aur ring dressing table pe dikhna chahiye. Dobara itne achchhe se nehi mangungi," she warned him and walked into the washroom.

He couldn't help but smile at himself, thinking about how lucky he was to find the perfect companion for himself. The one who didn't fear to take a stand against him. But his happiness to get back his wife was cut short when he remembered how badly he must have hurt her the night before.

Previous:

- Mr. Don

Upcoming:

- Mr. & Mrs. Don

Wow u write so well dear. Absolutely loved it. Very beautifully depicted. Pallu d calm n smart one s only seen in RR mansion. D house she leaves all her brain cells in RR MANSION n goes to d house brainless.. 🤣🤣

I want anna to teach her d art of taking stand for herself. 🤗🤗😍🤩🤩

Mrs. Don part is so lovely 👏

Don Pallavi is total dhamaka & confused Raghav is cute one...😃🤣

this jodi is perfect for each other👍🏼

Loved it ♥️♥️♥️

Now that's how Mrs Don act😈

She definitely knows how to take her stand in front of Raghav. Pallavi will give Raghav heart attack with her such antics one day 😂

Like this calm and sensible Pallavi who knows how to pave way through the problems and turning table in their own favour.

What happens to her the moment she comes in vicinity of Deshmukh's. Seems like her grey cells either sleep off or go in hibernation leaving her altogether.😅

Originally posted by: MsPrez

Mr. Don

Mrs. Don

Raghav woke up with the most horrible hangover ever but that wasn't the thing that was hurting him. He had hurt himself. No, it wasn't self-harm.

Last night, he must have been drunk but he didn't forget the occurrences. Probably, he won't ever forget those. He hurt himself by hurting Pallavi, the love of his life.

He will never forget the horrified look on her face when he snatched away her mangalsutra, which she would always hold so dearly as if it would give her strength, and the blood that dripped from her neck as the snatching had bruised the back of her neck. Physically, the pain had scared her skin but they were also inflicted on his soul.

Keeping all the thoughts aside, he let out a deep breath to begin a new chapter of his life without his cause of living, Pallavi.

"Mere bare mein hi soch rahe ho na?"

It was her voice and it wasn't from very far away. Without wasting any nanosecond, he turned around towards her side of the bed and there she was, just beside him. She had her head propped up with the support of an arm against the pillow. She was grinning at him. She had filled her hair parting with sindoor, like always. The only things missing were her mangalsutra and the ring.

Some of her hair flew over his face, due to the wind coming from the open window. Instinctively, he closed his eyes and smelled her hair. Strawberry it was, his favorite.

"Tum duniya ke pehle pati hoge jisska favorite kaam hain apne biwi ke baal smell karna," she stated the fact with a giggle.

That is when he snapped out of his dreamland and realized that she isn't supposed to be here. After what he did last night, she will never be this unaffected. All these might be his dream.

"Nehi, Raghav, tu pagal hogaya hain. Vo Saree Ka Dukan yaha kaise hosakta hain."

Dismissing her presence, he lightly hit himself on the head and rubbed his eyes.

"Aww... Mujhe nehi pata tha ki tum mujhe imagine bhi karte ho?" she laughed at his denial and pulled his cheeks. "Tum sach mein bohot cute ho, Ghamandi Rao!"

His eyes widened in disbelief. "Pallavi, tum sach mein yaha hain?" His voice was gentle, unlike yesternight.

She cupped his face, "Haan, Raghav, main sach mein yaha hoon," and gently caressed his stubble.

He stumbled out of the bed and stood up with his back facing her, "Nehi! Tum yaha nehi hosakta! Bhool gaya maine kal raat kya kya kaha tha? Chala jao apna Deshmukh House!"

She also got down and harshly turned him around to face her. "Excuse me, Mr. Raghav Rao! Tum hote kaun ho mujhe yaha nehi rehne dene wale? Yeh mera ghar hain!"

"Yeh tumhara ghar nehi hain! Kal maine humara rishta khatam karr diya tha na? Tumhara ghar ab sirf vo Deshmukh House hain. Ardhamainda?" He gave her his signature glance, which everyone feared.

But Pallavi wasn't just anyone. She didn't fear him, instead she laughed and walked towards the bedside table. Raghav was astonished at her behaviour. Last night, he behaved so violently. Yet here she was , laughing, absolutely unaffected.

While he tried to deduce the reason of her denial mode, she took brought a book from the bedside table. This book was an unforgettable part of their relationship. It's the book of Hindu Law Act, her favorite. He internally laughed thinking about what law she was going to use against him now.

"First one....Divorce with Mutual Consent." She read out from the book. "Pehli baat...mutual toh hain nehi. Chalo, agar main maan bhi gayi then.... As per Section 13B of Hindu Marriage Act, 1955 and Section 28 of the Special Marriage Act, 1954, the couple should be living separately for at least one year before divorce proceedings can begin. Section 10A of Divorce Act, 1869, however, requires the couple to be separated for at least two years."

He crossed his arms over his chest and listened to her attentively, impressed.

"Ab baat karte hain Divorce without Mutual Consent ki." She continued, "Reasons. First one, cruelty." She looked up and checked out his bare body, "Ek baar sirf jhadu se mara tha. Koi gaav toh nazar nehi aaraha. Next..."

One by one she listed out the acceptable reasons and also provided reasons why they were invalid in their case. After finishing, she slammed the book closed and threw it on the bed.

"Iss liye, Mr. Raghav Rao..." she walked closer to him, "Tumhare liye behtar yehi hoga ki meri aadat dal lo. Kyun ki na main tumhe divorce dene wali hoon aur na hi yaha se kahi jane wali hoon. Ardhamainda?"

This time, she was the one to glare and he went speechless. She spinned around, making her hair fly over his face.

"Ek aur baat..." She didn't turn back, "Jab main nahake bahar aaun, tab mujhe mera mangalsutra aur ring dressing table pe dikhna chahiye. Dobara itne achchhe se nehi mangungi," she warned him and walked into the washroom.

He couldn't help but smile at himself, thinking about how lucky he was to find the perfect companion for himself. The one who didn't fear to take a stand against him. But his happiness to get back his wife was cut short when he remembered how badly he must have hurt her the night before.

Previous:

- Mr. Don

Upcoming:

- Mr. & Mrs. Don

Saara dard bhul gayi isse read karke.. Mann khush Dil khush

Originally posted by: MsPrez

Mr. Don

Mrs. Don

Raghav woke up with the most horrible hangover ever but that wasn't the thing that was hurting him. He had hurt himself. No, it wasn't self-harm.

Last night, he must have been drunk but he didn't forget the occurrences. Probably, he won't ever forget those. He hurt himself by hurting Pallavi, the love of his life.

He will never forget the horrified look on her face when he snatched away her mangalsutra, which she would always hold so dearly as if it would give her strength, and the blood that dripped from her neck as the snatching had bruised the back of her neck. Physically, the pain had scared her skin but they were also inflicted on his soul.

Keeping all the thoughts aside, he let out a deep breath to begin a new chapter of his life without his cause of living, Pallavi.

"Mere bare mein hi soch rahe ho na?"

It was her voice and it wasn't from very far away. Without wasting any nanosecond, he turned around towards her side of the bed and there she was, just beside him. She had her head propped up with the support of an arm against the pillow. She was grinning at him. She had filled her hair parting with sindoor, like always. The only things missing were her mangalsutra and the ring.

Some of her hair flew over his face, due to the wind coming from the open window. Instinctively, he closed his eyes and smelled her hair. Strawberry it was, his favorite.

"Tum duniya ke pehle pati hoge jisska favorite kaam hain apne biwi ke baal smell karna," she stated the fact with a giggle.

That is when he snapped out of his dreamland and realized that she isn't supposed to be here. After what he did last night, she will never be this unaffected. All these might be his dream.

"Nehi, Raghav, tu pagal hogaya hain. Vo Saree Ka Dukan yaha kaise hosakta hain."

Dismissing her presence, he lightly hit himself on the head and rubbed his eyes.

"Aww... Mujhe nehi pata tha ki tum mujhe imagine bhi karte ho?" she laughed at his denial and pulled his cheeks. "Tum sach mein bohot cute ho, Ghamandi Rao!"

His eyes widened in disbelief. "Pallavi, tum sach mein yaha hain?" His voice was gentle, unlike yesternight.

She cupped his face, "Haan, Raghav, main sach mein yaha hoon," and gently caressed his stubble.

He stumbled out of the bed and stood up with his back facing her, "Nehi! Tum yaha nehi hosakta! Bhool gaya maine kal raat kya kya kaha tha? Chala jao apna Deshmukh House!"

She also got down and harshly turned him around to face her. "Excuse me, Mr. Raghav Rao! Tum hote kaun ho mujhe yaha nehi rehne dene wale? Yeh mera ghar hain!"

"Yeh tumhara ghar nehi hain! Kal maine humara rishta khatam karr diya tha na? Tumhara ghar ab sirf vo Deshmukh House hain. Ardhamainda?" He gave her his signature glance, which everyone feared.

But Pallavi wasn't just anyone. She didn't fear him, instead she laughed and walked towards the bedside table. Raghav was astonished at her behaviour. Last night, he behaved so violently. Yet here she was , laughing, absolutely unaffected.

While he tried to deduce the reason of her denial mode, she took brought a book from the bedside table. This book was an unforgettable part of their relationship. It's the book of Hindu Law Act, her favorite. He internally laughed thinking about what law she was going to use against him now.

"First one....Divorce with Mutual Consent." She read out from the book. "Pehli baat...mutual toh hain nehi. Chalo, agar main maan bhi gayi then.... As per Section 13B of Hindu Marriage Act, 1955 and Section 28 of the Special Marriage Act, 1954, the couple should be living separately for at least one year before divorce proceedings can begin. Section 10A of Divorce Act, 1869, however, requires the couple to be separated for at least two years."

He crossed his arms over his chest and listened to her attentively, impressed.

"Ab baat karte hain Divorce without Mutual Consent ki." She continued, "Reasons. First one, cruelty." She looked up and checked out his bare body, "Ek baar sirf jhadu se mara tha. Koi gaav toh nazar nehi aaraha. Next..."

One by one she listed out the acceptable reasons and also provided reasons why they were invalid in their case. After finishing, she slammed the book closed and threw it on the bed.

"Iss liye, Mr. Raghav Rao..." she walked closer to him, "Tumhare liye behtar yehi hoga ki meri aadat dal lo. Kyun ki na main tumhe divorce dene wali hoon aur na hi yaha se kahi jane wali hoon. Ardhamainda?"

This time, she was the one to glare and he went speechless. She spinned around, making her hair fly over his face.

"Ek aur baat..." She didn't turn back, "Jab main nahake bahar aaun, tab mujhe mera mangalsutra aur ring dressing table pe dikhna chahiye. Dobara itne achchhe se nehi mangungi," she warned him and walked into the washroom.

He couldn't help but smile at himself, thinking about how lucky he was to find the perfect companion for himself. The one who didn't fear to take a stand against him. But his happiness to get back his wife was cut short when he remembered how badly he must have hurt her the night before.

Previous:

- Mr. Don

Upcoming:

- Mr. & Mrs. Don

Ye toh bht hi accha tha really!!! But I kinda wanted Pallavi to realise she has hurt him. Itni asaani se kaise sab theek ho gaya. It kind of feels too easy. Pallavi kind if treated his anguish yesterday like a temper tantrum and nothing else.

Don't get me wrong. I loved this chapter and Raghav must feel guilty for what he did but I cannot quite agree with Pallavi's handling of the situation.

No offence plz.

My girl is smart and not an emotional fool. She's well aware that she's hurt him and is at fault somewhere too. And this definitely clears that no one can tear them apart. Not even the great Don himself 😂😂

Mrs. Don over Mr. Don ANYDAY...subah subah jhatke pr jhatke mile

But now really looking forward to Mr. and Mrs. Don