When they got in the car, Pallavi's nervousness had dissipated, "Raghav," she started, "did you say something to Vikram while I was in the washroom? He looked a little odd when I came back."
"Maybe he always looks that odd, and you're just now realizing." Raghav said, smiling.
"Raghav. Seriously, what did you do?" Pallavi was a little frustrated now, Raghav's jealousy was a little cute, but she knew him well enough to know that his anger was not cute at all.
"I didn't do anything. I just told him the truth." Raghav looked at Pallavi who didn't seem to believe him, "I'm not lying, I kept my jealousy at home...maybe I got a little angry, but I swear I didn't get violent."
"Why are you being so insecure? What kind of 'don' are you if you're going to get jealous—" Pallavi started
Raghav could tell this would be a long lecture, so he cut her off, "Saree ka Dukaan, before you give me a long lecture, if you promise not to talk about that...Vikram...anymore. I will go on my hands and knees and beg him for forgiveness tomorrow."
"You're definitely not going to do that, are you?" Pallavi smiled.
"No, but if he tries to tell me about how to be a good husband, I'll make sure to actually get violent." Raghav smiled at Pallavi's glare and pulled alongside the restaurant.
He tossed the keys to the valet and opened Pallavi's door.
"Raghav Rao, Hyderabad ka Don, opening the door for his wife, never thought I'd see the day." Pallavi smiled.
Raghav laughed, and took her hand, "You haven't seen anything yet."
When they sat down at the table, there was an awkward silence, Raghav had no idea what to say now. He had gotten her here, he knew he loved her, she loved him, but now what?
Pallavi broke the silence, "Technically, this is my first ever date, so tum hi bolo, dates mein log kya kya karthe hain?"
Raghav calmed down, and smiled noticing Pallavi's nervousness behind her casual question, "Well, khana kaa the hain, baat karthe hain, phir decide karthe hain ki yeh insaan accha hai ya bhura."
Pallavi laughed, "Is that so, well mujhe maheene se bata hai ki tum bhura ho—" she noticed his frown, "tum bhura ho, bahar se. Lekin andar se, tum ek dum naram ho. Duniya ki pehle Don, who will do anything for his mother, even marry his worst enemy."
Raghav laughed, "I know that the world's couples probably started their relationships as friends, lekin, hum bahut accha dushmanon the."
Pallavi replied, "Remember when you decided to forget how to eat and choke on your biriyani? Us din mujhe laga, agar yeh mar jaugea, toh main kisse lad sakthi hun?"
Raghav laughed and moved his chair closer to her at the small table, "When we got married we didn't make vows, did we? Teek hai, main ek vajan de tha hun. Main, apne pyaari se dushman ka saath kabhi nahin chodunga. Lekin main usko pareshaan karna bhi nahin chodunga."
Pallavi smiled and put her hand on his, "Main, apne cute aur ek dum naram dushman koh kabhi biryani khana vaqt usse marne nahin dunga."
They talked for over two hours, reminiscing about their past meetings, misunderstandings, and hilarious one-liners and lectures. They realized that the first time they talked wasn't that night when Raghav had burned Pallavi's sarees, but on the phone, when he thought she was Rupal, and she had thought he was a plumber. Raghav told her about his work as Mr. Ramaswamy, and Pallavi finally realized why they had become enemies in the first place.
"Main woh Anjali koh chodungi nahin, she ruined MY food, with sleeping pills?" Pallavi was furious.
"I may have passed out after eating it, but it was still good." Raghav laughed.
