Destined to a Gangster

16 - I-A-M-S-O-R-R-Y

Pallavi was drinking coffee at her favorite spot in the entire house - the swing.  It was placed in a ideal spot in the entire house because you could see into the kitchen, living room and dining room from that one spot. Whenever she was downstairs she would make herself comfortable on the swing and sway back and forth to her hearts content.

Every family member knew that was her spot and would keep it open for her. Unless it was Nikhil, he would sit there just to annoy her. She would run to Aayi and Baba like a 5 year old and complain about him. Only then would he give her the spot. There was a running joke in the house that the swing will follow Pallavi when she was married.

This morning, wasn't a happy one for Pallavi. She was irritated at Raghav not only did he hang up on her yesterday but he didn't even call to apologize. So all she did in the morning was curse at men, specifically Raghav Rao. Such was her irritation with Raghav that she didn't feel like having any breakfast. Pallavi was a big believer in a having a full and proper breakfast daily. So when she grabbed her chai cup and sat down on the swing her irritation was increased on him.

She was so sure that Raghav would call her at night, that she kept her phone next to her all night. Yet he did not call her or text her. Same thing this morning he did not call her. She was sipping her tea thinking about what she should do about Raghav when Aayi came to sit on the swing. Pallavi stopped the swing to let Aayi sit down. Then she stared swinging again.

"What time do you have to go to the party tonight?"

"Nikhil said 7 pm."

"So you need to start getting ready at 5."

"Aayi I am not going to a wedding all I need it 30 mins."

"I still think you should wear that cocktail dress rather then a saree."

"I like my Sarees and I got a new saree anyways for the party. Nikhil insisted I should wear a black saree"

"You are young Pallavi. Why don't you wear those fancy party dresses and go? The saree will make people think you are older and unavailable."

"Aayi it's Nikhal's office party.  Not a marriage market."

"Are you the Aayi or am I?"

"You are."

The doorbell ring stopped Aayi from continuing on. Pallavi took the opportunity and went to open the door. A man in his late 40s holding a watermelon was standing there.

"Yes, can I help you?

"Pallavi Deshmukh?"

"That's me"

He turned the watermelon around to that she could see a yellow envelope stuck to it. It had her name written in beautiful script.

"But who is this from?"

He didn't reply rather shrugged his shoulder and held out the watermelon to her.

"I was just told to deliver it."

Pallavi took the watermelon from him. Before she could ask him anything else he was already walking away. She took the watermelon to the dining table and opened the envelope just as Aayi came in.

"Watermelon!, who sent it?"

"I don't know Aayi" had Pallavi not been distracted she would have noticed the gleam on Aayi's face.

Focused on her task she found a white card with a gold colored sorry written on the top. As she opened the card she realized who it was from.

Pallavi,
I regret my actions from yesterday,
You didn't deserve the curt behavior.
I am truly and utterly sorry.
Please forgive me,
Raghav

"Raghavvvv! Is that the same Raghav I met"