heylo people..sorry for making you wait for the Raghav Diaries...I missed thursday's epi and yesterday's epi had no raghav moments...hoping today's epi provides me some fodder.😆
anyway here's a ermm..ficlet from Jahnvi's perspective to make up for the delay...
It's almost tragically ironical how I've always taken people to be different from what they actually are. Viraj was my Prince Charming, a dream come true, every possible cheesy cliche you could think of. You could call me naiive, but even my parents thought of him as an angel. The only person who ever saw through his facade was my grandmother, and she had the misfortune to be trapped in a wheelchair, mute and unable to warn me. I can somewhat empathize with her, given the events of my present.
Aunty calls him a 'Gunda', though to be honest, he really doesn't inspire any kind of disgust in me which I think reeks from some creatures. Oh sure, he definitely doesn't get any brownie points in the clothing department-Viraj was always immaculate, even when he was beating the hell out of me. This guy has messy hair that falls into his eyes and looks like he needs a good shave. He definitely doesn't get any brownie points in the Charming department either-the first time I met him, he was getting knifed. My parents would have died if they had heard of this man.
The only reason why I was scared of him was because of the inborn image of Viraj's sickly smile which imprints itself on every man I meet. But according to Aunty, I conquered that yesterday by holding a knife to the 'Gunda'. I'd expected him to be outraged, and had almost suffered a seizure when he'd grabbed my wrist without giving a backward glance. I was confident he was about to kill me. Instead he just walked away with the police like he always does, his violent streak suddenly tamed.
I know that I should thank my stars and move on, but I can't. This 'Gunda', uncivilized that he is, he isn't a creep. He doesn't inspire nightmares in me the way Viraj did. Humurously enough I feel that he was trying to help me by returning my phone. I don't feel like running away-instead I feel curious. Most goons, even the inexperienced ones at that, at least issue a few empty threats or make some provocative gestures before running away. This one almost seems resigned to spending all his time in jail.
It's strange how I'd fallen in love with Viraj on first sight, and he'd turned out to be a monster. I guess it was the whole novelty of finding love for the first time that did me in. And now this man, this ruffian, who I should be staying an arm's length away from, yet I cannot help but be fascinated by. It makes me wonder-is it a mistake to take people at their face value? Shouldn't we attempt to find out who they really are, and what drives them? This man is a stranger, and yet he ran the Olympics just to return back my phone. He looks almost as crazy as Viraj, but not as horrifying.
But I must be careful. I must not allow anyone to fool me again. Maybe Aunty is right in saying such people deserve a place in jail.
Except that I think this 'Gunda' actually has no problems with the idea-provided his madness is satiated.
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