Vodka on the rocks

Part-1 | Ehsaan Tera Hoga Mujhpar

A/N:- I have always wanted to see something like this in the show. Maybe had they confessed their love before getting married. This is not proof read so ignore the typos please. And PM me, anyone who can make me some covers for these stories.

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Ehsaan tera hoga mujhpar

Dil chahta hain woh kehne do

Mujhe tumse mohabbat ho gyi hain

Mujhe palko ki chao mein rehne do

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Raghav scrunched his face, trying to jerk himself awake, somewhere knowing that he was subconscious. His head was pounding like the God of Thunder Himself is hammering his brain against his skull. He winced, when finally he was able to peel his stubborn eyelids open. The world was still swirling in a haze of bright lights and rainbow colours. 

Way too many colours for Raghav Rao's liking. 

He was too used to the all encompassing darkness in his life peppered rarely with intersperses of grey. 

Such vibrant colours weren't his cup of.. whiskey. 

Then he realised that he couldn't move an inch of his body and his sluggish senses immediately went on a hyperdrive. His sixth sense, always the sharpest judged the exact way he was tied with ropes, bound to what felt like a wooden chair, the lethargy in his system a direct evidence of a strong anaesthetic in his blood. 

His scattered brain joined the dots astoundingly fast and he remembered the exact moments before he had blanked out and maybe how he had reached his current state of restriction. 

It was that Chota Bindi's wedding ceremony he had been attending!

After Amrutha's abortion mess was cleared up by him and a following cascade of painfully dramatic events which yet again circled around his life due to the interference of the one and only Pallavi Deshmukh, everything was finally going in the right direction. With only a few hitches, here and there... the only thing remaining constant, were his never ending fights with that chit of a girl who always seemed to transform into a fire breathing dragon when facing him.

Yet he found himself circling her orbit hopelessly like a pathetic moth searching a flame to perish in. Her aura was addictive, her personality bombastic and the feelings those languorous grey eyes evolved in him, baffling. 

Pallavi Deshmukh, what an enigma...

It was with much agony Raghav Rao had to admit to himself that, that wraith like Saree Ka Dukaan had him by the throat... hook, line and sinker. 

Trying to come out of this abyss is similar to  climbing out of a slippery vertical slope with nothing but your bare hands. 

In short, impossible.

So resigning himself to his horrible fate and glaring helplessly at the Gods of Karma seated above his head, he had kept pestering the woman within an inch of her life, all the while pretending to keep up with the challenge. On a better note, he could finally sense his mother's heart thawing as she watched him interact with the guests in wedding. 

Well, that Bindi Walaa Aunty had some use finally. If not for that weirdo, he would never have been able to get an invitation. 

The Deshmukhs were a strange lot. He somewhat envied them for their simplicity and sometimes he couldn't help but get bewildered at their ability to remain cheerful throughout all the hurricanes passing through their lives. 

It was an interesting experience, no doubt... this entire month and half of skittering around this family but mostly their eldest daughter.  

And all Raghav remembered was lounging bored at the corner of the Hall while the Vidaai was in progress and everyone was busy shedding rivers of tears. He faintly remembered Pallavi coming towards him, looking absolutely mesmerizing in that pale gold saree and minimal jewellery she was wearing, those luscious locks open to spread their fragrance of wild strawberries in the surrounding winds. She was oddly stern and he had been preparing a witty comeback for any of the vicious comments she could spit at him when suddenly a cloth had been pressed on his face with such strength that he had been momentarily blindsided and that few seconds of lapse in action had evidently spelt his doom.