âUss raatâŚâ Pallavi recalled the night when she had decorated the whole room but he came super drunk. âAb main tumhe kaise bataunâŚâ She looked anywhere but him.
Her hesitation was making Raghav nervous, âSaree ka Dukaan, aisa kyun behave kar raha hain? Bataon mereko. Kya hua tha humare bich?â
She touched his chest and slowly glided her hand to his neck, âMujhe words nehi mil raha hain tumhe batane ke liye,â she said in low volume and softened eyes.
âPallavi, please batao,â he pleaded out of helplessness.
Holding his gaze for a moment, she lightly hit him on his temple. âBuddhu! Kuch nehi hua tha.â Her tone had changed. âKaise hota? Tum toh room mein aate hi behosh hogaye the.â She sounded disappointed.
âThank GodâŚâ He sighed at the information.
âWhat! Thank God? Hey, Deva! Kahi Amma ka darr sach toh nehi hain?â She exclaimed in shock.
He was confused, âAmma ka konsa baat?â
âYehi ki tum aur FarhadâŚâ She began but was quickly interrupted by him.
âChhi! Mujhe kya samajhta hain tum saas-bahu!â
âHumari koi galti nehi hain,â crossing her arms over her chest, she defended herself and her dearest mother-in-law and looked away from him, âTumhari harkate hi aisi hain. Shaq toh hoga hi.â
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, âThik hain. Aaj raat ke baad se tumhe aisa koi bhi shaq nehi hoga. Ardhamainda?â
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