Do Pyaar Karne Waale [RAGHVI]

18: two lines

Raghav sat on the large chair in front of the cameraman and his camera. Pallavi was off to the side getting her makeup touched up by the hired makeup artists. It was the couple's fifth wedding anniversary and their family photoshoot was still going on, late into the evening.

The day had started after eating lunch, at 1 PM, when the wedded couple had first taken photos outside in Marathi traditional wear, including the family (Amma, Farhad, Aai, and Kaka) in some pictures. That had lasted till late afternoon and then they changed into Telugu ethnic wear to complete the second half of the photoshoot inside the house. By the time the 3 Raos, 2 Deshmukhs, and (1) Farhad had finished taking photos together, the sky was dark and the moon shined bright. The only photos that were left to take were the couple photos which only included Raghav and Pallavi.

From his seat, Raghav worriedly glanced at Pallavi as she fanned herself with her hands. The day had been pretty hot and tonight wasn't any less humid. He hadn't seen his wife eat or drink a morsel since she'd worn the Nauvari saree earlier today. When he questioned her about it, she had told him she didn't want to have to accidentally use the restroom when she was already decked up in her attire, which was difficult to get out of without assistance. Even when they had a break to change the theme from Marathi to Telugu, she claimed she wasn't hungry or thirsty. And with the scorching high temperatures all day, her heavy clothing, and a broken air conditioner in the house, Raghav could only worry about her wellbeing.

Multiple times throughout the day, between shots, during touchups, Raghav would tilt his water bottle towards her, asking if she wanted to drink some water, at least. But as stubborn as a bull, the woman declined it.

When she walked back towards him to finish the last segment of the shoot, she gave him a lazy smile. Raghav couldn't help but smile back in adoration at his decked up wife. She then sidled up beside his chair and placed a hand on his shoulder like the cameraman had instructed. The two then faced the cameras and gave their best smiles. When it was time to switch positions, Pallavi kept her hand on Raghav's shoulder as she made her way to the front of the chair. However, before Raghav could even stand up from his spot, black dots spotted Pallavi's vision and she stumbled as she stepped forward. Her hand tightened its grip on his broad shoulder to maintain her stability. Her breaths became labored as the heat of her body became overwhelming. She needed to sit down.

The moment she voiced her thought, Raghav's arms wrapped around her waist and she had sunken down into his lap. He picked up the water bottle he'd been keeping by his side all day and uncapped it. He held it near Pallavi's lips, urging her to drink.

Finally, not being able to deny her thirst, Pallavi drank from the water bottle he offered her.

"Aaj ke baad, tumhe aath paani ke glasses peena padega," Raghav told her. "Mein har roz count karunga."

"Raghav," she pointedly looked at him when she regained her balance and normal state of mind. When her husband just shrugged at her, she moved to get off his lap.