“Uss raat…” Pallavi recalled the night when she had decorated the whole room but he came super drunk. “Ab main tumhe kaise bataun…” She looked anywhere but him.
Her hesitation was making Raghav nervous, “Saree ka Dukaan, aisa kyun behave kar raha hain? Bataon mereko. Kya hua tha humare bich?”
She touched his chest and slowly glided her hand to his neck, “Mujhe words nehi mil raha hain tumhe batane ke liye,” she said in low volume and softened eyes.
“Pallavi, please batao,” he pleaded out of helplessness.
Holding his gaze for a moment, she lightly hit him on his temple. “Buddhu! Kuch nehi hua tha.” Her tone had changed. “Kaise hota? Tum toh room mein aate hi behosh hogaye the.” She sounded disappointed.
“Thank God…” He sighed at the information.
“What! Thank God? Hey, Deva! Kahi Amma ka darr sach toh nehi hain?” She exclaimed in shock.
He was confused, “Amma ka konsa baat?”
“Yehi ki tum aur Farhad…” She began but was quickly interrupted by him.
“Chhi! Mujhe kya samajhta hain tum saas-bahu!”
“Humari koi galti nehi hain,” crossing her arms over her chest, she defended herself and her dearest mother-in-law and looked away from him, “Tumhari harkate hi aisi hain. Shaq toh hoga hi.”
In response to her accusation, he leaned very close to her face. Trailing a finger over her face to move some hair aside, he whispered huskily, “Thik hain. Aaj raat ke baad se tumhe aisa koi bhi shaq nehi hoga. Ardhamainda?”
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