Petrichor to his Heart

1.1

"Pallavi...

"Pallavi... shuffling between the files and dressing up for the occasion he called her again.

"Pallavi..." this time he nearly shouted her name but no response came. "Āme tana asalu pēru mātramē viṇṭundi" he muttered to himself. (she would listen to her real name only).

He sighed and walked to the door and standing on the top of the stairs he shouted.

"Saree ka Dukan..." he was unsure whether she heard him or not but he did hear some giggles downstairs.

His house help surely enjoyed his nickname to her but right now he didn't have time to spare them a look. Here he was getting late for the auction of land they were going to develop this complex and she was nowhere in sight.

"Ale ale." her flustered voice came from some distance and then she appeared in the hall.

"come upstairs..." he mouthed and left to their room.

"Ammai, he seems in a hurry, go help him." the older cook teased her taking away the bag of Sarees Pallavi was carrying for their special client. (lady)

"Veda manush, Nēhamī rāgāvato, can't wait for a minute." muttering to herself she walked to the stairs before she recalled something and ran to grab the small pot of holy water and the holy janeu strands. (Crazy man, always high on temper).

"tumko hazaar bar bola, jab koi important meeting ho tum idhar hi hone  ka  kar ke, par tum kahe ko sunega..." he told her without looking at her.

"arey ye naye collection ki delivery ayi thi vahi unload kara rahi thi aur ye dekho I have kept these two aside for Amma and Keerti." she kept the two packets on the bed.

"ab batao kya hua..." she asked him collecting her hairs to a side.

"Everything used to be on its place when Farhad was handling now I can't find a single thing," he spoke shuffling through the drawers.

"Farhad didn't know the right location he used to search everything for you," she muttered rolling her eyes and walked behind him to search for whatever he was needing at the moment.

"Pallavi, Abhi main mood me nahi hai varna mai answer Karega tumhe." he turned for a while and then resumed the search.

"achha batao ,kya nahi mil raha..." she swallowed the laugh seeing him going crazy over whatever it was.

"there was a cheque book kept in the drawer or somewhere in the study, kahin dekha?' he didn't look back but asked her anyway.

"didn't you send it to the bank last week to get the updated one... bank merger, cheque books not working... yad aaya kuchh?" she smirked and her beautiful eyes sparkled with obvious mischief.

He stopped the search operation and muttered something inaudible she was sure a curse to Farhad.

"ab is se pahle ki tum Farhad ko sunao, he came a few days back with the new cheque book and here it is." she grabbed the said book from the cupboard and extended it to him.

"Thanks." he smiled and started buttoning his blazer.

"arey ruko, you had to replace the janeu..." she grabbed the holy strands from the small plate and walked to him.

"bas yahi, yahi vajah hai. Main bolta hai tum idhar hi raho jab tak main ghar se nikal na jaye." he lost his cool in a moment.

"sorry, janti hu tumhe fir se kapde badlane honge but I'll help you." she offered sheepishly.