The Beginning of the End [A Raghvi FF- Chapter 5 Page 10 updated] - Page 3

Thanks a lot! I'm glad you think so.

True! When I read back it does come out as funny. Raghav is a sweetheart, he knows how much terrified his Pallu is. And he thought he might not survive. He wanted this to be his last memory... telling her he loves her.

And poor poor Farhaad. 😂😂😂

Bechara mental hospital mein admit ho jaega after this story. Bht kaam karwaungi isse main toh...

Originally posted by: Innocentlove96

I so much wished that Pallavi slapped sanki buddha. Marvelously penned down Pallavi's outburst.

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That would have been too much. But I would love to see it first hand!

Originally posted by: AnushkhaA

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That would have been too much. But I would love to see it first hand!

I know such a beautiful dream that wouldn't come true

Amazing FR Anushka. One suggestion: maybe you can put the link to different parts on the first page. That way, readers won’t have to search through all the pages ❤️❤️

Hey Anushka!! There is absolutely nothing I can add to all the praises you have received but phir bhi

Outstanding, fabulous is my word of choice 🤗

You gave me all the feels !!! This Pallavi is dangerous and if looks could kill, then VD would have died a thousand deaths!!!

She is The Pallavi Raghav Rao and you have proved it and how 👏👏grand applause

When are you updating the next part, eagerly waiting!!! 👍🏼

Chapter 3

The doctor didn't know how to face the woman sitting in the waiting chair. Actually sitting would be wrong, she looked like a crumpled sack of potatoes lying abandoned in a warehouse. Like someone had severed her joins nicely with a bone saw before sticking it with glue and left it at that.

For a long moment he thought whether he should prepare for another surgery or not. The woman at once glance proved to be very beautiful but the paleness of her skin had turned her face ashen like a corpse. Her eyes though made the doctor wince.

They say eyes are the windows to your soul.

But if that is true then this woman seemed to have lost her soul somewhere. Cause he could see nothing except a painful emptiness in them.

Beautiful but cold.. just like snow.

There was blood on her saree but she didn't look as if she cared or had even noticed it before. The doctor had faced many harrowing situations like this before. His profession demands a certain detachment which is essential if he has to retain his mental equilibrium. But for the first time today he felt for the pretty, young woman waiting so forlorn and lonely in the empty corridor outside his OT.

Waiting for her husband to come victorious from the battlefield. Will she be able to digest the truth?

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Pallavi leapt up from the seat the moment she saw the doctor come towards her with measured steps. She was alone. She had sent Farhaad downstairs to the cafeteria for some coffee. She literally tripped over her own feet trying to reach the doctor.

"Doctor... mera.. mera Raghav... theek hain na woh.. kaisa.. kya.."

"Shaant ho jaiye Mrs. Rao. Your husband is out of danger. He is alive, don't worry."

Pallavi felt like the boulder set inside her chest lift off in a whoosh letting heady blessed air rush inside her frame. She experienced such relief that she thought she might just faint. But suddenly before her feet could drive her towards him she felt a weird stab of trepidation. The doctor had addressed Raghav was alive.. not fine..

And he was still standing like a statue in front of her not letting her go.

The fear and panic which had flown out previously came back with double intensity. The boulder began hovering over her frail heart teetering at the edge of a fall again crushing it beneath like before.

"Doctor..Raghav... theek toh hain na.. aap aise.. "

"Dekhiye Mrs. Rao aapke husband ko goli lagi thi. Woh bhi teen goliyan. Ambulance bht late pahauchi isliye bleeding excessive ho gayi thi. But woh bht strong hain. He must be having an iron will to have actually survived the trauma, let alone the surgery but.."

Pallavi's panic was increasing now, holding her in a chokehold. The doctor was gearing up to say something bad. She could sense it in her bones.

"But kya doctor!"

"But the bullets have hit in very critical positions. One of them had hit his right lung, the second one had scraped a good portion off the epicardial layer of the heart narrowly missing the centre and thank god for that, and the other had hit his left kidney. The surgery was very complicated and had taken quite a toll on him so I had to put him in a medical induced coma."

Pallavi staggered back catching the handle of the seat behind to halt her fall and the nurse caught her hand steadying it. She felt bile rise to her throat threatening to come out. She felt ill.

"Mrs. Rao... sambhaliye apne aap ko..."

"C...Co..Coma...? Woh coma.. mein chala gaya...?"

"Nhi!"

She looked up confused and petrified.

"Ma'am woh apne aap coma mein nhi gaye hain. Humne unhe ek monitored anaesthesia and drug induced coma mein rakha hain. Unki body ko bht time chahiye to recover. We have to supervise him 24/7 and he has to be put on the ventilator till his lungs retain their strength. Isliye it can be weeks before he comes to consciousness. We cannot in any way speed up the process warna bht zyadaa complications ho jaegi. Samjh rahi hain aap?"

Pallavi gulped dryly a few times waiting patiently for her panic to subside and so that she could hear her own words through the ringing in her ears. She tried forming words but of no avail. The nurse made her drink water forcefully and she thought she would throw up. Finally her heart rate came under control and she managed to hank the doctor and ask him meekly whether she was allowed to see him.

"Theek hain. But please ek baar mein ek hi ko jaane dena. Aap jaa sakti hain. Thoda sambhal ke, koi tube wagera touch jaise naa ho jaaye khayal rakhiye gaa. And don't worry he looks worse than he is. And that is saying something but still."

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If she had thought seeing Raghav Rao bleeding and gasping in her arms the few hours prior had been the worst sight she had witnessed then she didn't know what to call this. Seeing him, her husband, the most powerful person in this part of the world lie still like a log of wood, his ripped muscular limbs sprawled like an un-used rag doll as various machines were hooked to his frame. His torso was bandaged but bare. They hadn't been able to the patient scrubs through all the chaos of tubes and such.

Pallavi backed into the corner. She could feel a bitter taste spread in her mouth, making her throat feel like someone had rubbed sandpaper along it. She caught her throat with one shaking hand and tried very hard not to hyperventilate.

She rubbed her face and gazed at her hands next in confusion.

Her fingers were wet.

She realised then that she was crying.

Again.

She was surprised that she had any strength left. She dragged her frame fearfully towards the limp form on the bed and sat at a chair beside it. She wanted to touch him but was afraid she would jostle anything. With much deliberation did she touch his face, as softly as she could running her fingers through the dips and curves which had carved such vigour and beauty on a canvas so raw.

She was suddenly reminded of a time when she had only seen anger on this face. An explosive and boiling magma which had been on the verge of escaping from his eyes and mouth on the slightest pretext. She had wondered many a times what was it that made Raghav Rao so perpetually furious. And as she came to identify his tells, his nuances she realised the anger was directed at a world who never understood him, never took any time to even try. His frustration at not being able to lessen his own pain, his frustration at being left alone every time, his frustration of being tagged as a man he was not had sowed such deep rooted seeds of bitterness that he had made himself believe that he was the Devil they called him.

She also remembered how shocked she had been bearing witness to a different facet of his personality. The kinder, compassionate, softer side which made him support the less unfortunate in more than magnanimous ways. The pained vulnerable side which made him cry for the love of his mother and sister. The desperate longing side which made him cling to their petty and childish rivalry even as he thought staying with a potential enemy is better than staying alone.

Suddenly Pallavi gasped straightening up from her trip down the memory lane like the taut string of a bow. She blinked and looked at his unconscious face which was looking as if he was dreaming something pleasing.

To love a person means to accept the person as they are. To support and heal and direct them when you think they have lost their way or as they trip. To stay beside him or her through every storm and hurricane.

To love means to accept the whole, good, bad, ugly everything.

Then...had she only loved one side of this man? The good, soft and genial side. Did she still detest the monster lurking inside him? Was she trying to mould him into a person he is not. Pushing the lingering darkness in him under the carpet, locking it in the cupboard in a hope that one day he might forget the key? She had been in an effort to change him. The response he mostly received from her when asking her the reason for giving her heart was that he had changed himself. For the better.

But how can she say then that she loved him? If he had been playing a charade in front of her, forcing his inner demons inside and struggling to be someone who he is only a part of, trying to love her with only a half of him because she would not accept the rest. How can you love half of a person and detest the rest?

If she couldn't love him with his flaws? How could she love him at all?

Pallavi felt her hands shake at the revelation. Her pain had slowly started transforming into fear.

She understood now she loves her Ghamandi Rao. The person he was in front of her. The person she had wanted him to be.

Holding her husband's cold hand in her and shaking like a leaf in a tornado, Pallavi Rao faced the most horrendous truth of her life.

She does not love Raghav Rao. Not the man he is. She loves a part of the man he is trying to be. She jumped to her feet and ran inside the attached washroom just as Farhaad entered the room looking equal parts distressed and relieved.

"Bhabi! Aap theek hain? Kya hua..?"

Pallavi emptied her stomach in the sink and rinsed her mouth thoroughly and leaned at the washroom door on her way out and looked at Farhaad staring at her like she is a creature from another planet.

"Haan.. haan main theek hun Farhaad... but tum.."

Before she could continue or Farhaad could say anything Harish burst in the doors unceremoniously and they turned to him shocked at the sudden interruption. He looked like he had seen a ghost.

"Woh.. woh Farhaad bhai... woh... ek.. ek problem.."

"Badbad band kar Harish aur hua kya hain ye bol? Agar tu kuch utpatang baat keliye aaya hain naa toh Allah kasam.."

Pallavi blinked at him reassuringly and Farhaad shut his mouth angrily. She gestured at Harish who looked as if wanted the ground to swallow him up.

"Woh bhabi ek aadmi zabardasti ghusa chala aa rahaan.. security usse roki hui hain but bohot pahaucha hua aadmi lag raha hain.. khud ke guards hain uske.. main.."

"Bhabi aap chinta mat kijiye main dekhta hun.."

But as if on cue Harish moved away before a strange unfamiliar man pushed his way inside rudely. Pallavi gasped and Farhaad jumped in front of her as Harish jumped in front of Raghav's bed. Both of them had their guns raised at the intruder.

"Get out right now ! Or else we will shoot..."

Farhaad said and Pallavi frowned looking at the old man who was fully in white and had a gold bordered uttariya over him, and huge red eyes under bushy white eyebrows and a groomed beard. The way he was smiling at them made her skin roil automatically.

"Excuse aap aise kaise andar aa gaye..?"

She asked shoving Farhaad aside ignoring his protests. He looked rich so she assumed he might be any of Raghav's business rivals or such. If he so as much decides to taunt her or Raghav in this condition she will relive Farhaad of his gun and do the honours herself.

"Arre dear, is that how you speak to elders? And above that I am family after all.. hasn't Raghav told you yet?"

He had a hoarse whispery kind of voice which immediately set Pallavi's radar at a blinding blinks. She didn't like the look of him the moment he entered and from his tone and the way his jaundiced eyes went all over them she liked him even less.

Farhaad had had enough.

"Who the hell.."

"Krishna Rao at your services my love..."

TO BE CONTINUED

Truly amazing.

Eagerly waiting for the next chapter.

Oh boy!

Amazing update

Hope Raghav will be fine soon

Is that his dad or grandpa? Can't recall

Just amazing just loved it...