Vodka on the rocks

Random OS [Ft. Raghvi]

Pallavi ran inside the hall of the Rao Mansion, her long hair almost dishevelled in the wind, eyes wide and searching. She almost dashed with Reddy as the latter came hurriedly from the kitchen on hearing her rapid footsteps. 

"Madam.. aap?"

"Reddy... where is he? I.."

"Madam, Anna is actually.. I mean.."

"What has happened? Woh theek hain naa? Kahan hain? Maine news mein dekha.."

As if on cue, Raghav trudged up gingerly upstairs, to appear suddenly at the top of the staircase from where he could look down on them. 

"Reddy! How long will my dinner take...."

He stopped short finally noticing Pallavi who had whipped her face up to look at him. Their eyes met and incidentally both felt a jolt of something unknown travel like lightning through their spines. Raghav looked at her in shock and hurried downstairs, forgetting about Reddy and his dinner, his eyes trained on only Pallavi as she stood almost rooted to her place. 

"Pallavi..?"

He asked tremulously, having forgotten about the canvas of pain splattered all over his bruised and battered body, wrapped securely under the black housecoat and robe, his impressive torso not on full display, for maybe the first time since she had found him in his manor. 

He had reached at the bottom most step of the staircase when Pallavi finally managed to shake herself out of her trance and what followed next was almost a blur. She had covered the fifteen feet distance between them in a matter of a nanosecond maybe, almost flying into him. Raghav didn't get time to even exclaim as his arms automatically opened to accommodate her slim frame.  

They both got the waft of the other's fragrance. 

Her lavender perfume and strawberry shampoo mixed with a hint of vanilla of the body lotion. 

His musk cologne and spicy aftershave mixed with a draft of the citrusy aqua bodywash. 

The contact sent an almost electric shock through their individual bodies and Raghav swallowed a painful gasp at the strong impact on his bruised chest. Pallavi had her arms wrapped around his powerful shoulders, almost hanging from his neck at this point and he had his arms wrapped around her willowy saree wrapped waist. 

His face was buried in her hair unknowingly and she instinctively burrowed her own face in the crook of his neck, inhaling his natural scent hungrily. 

Tears had sprung in both of their eyes, which they wanted to hide from the other. Which in itself was a pretty lost cause consider they could feel the moisture over themselves because of the way they had entwined with each other like two limpets. 

Had someone seen the silhouette then it would have casted the shape of only one person. 

Pallavi separated first, after what must have been a good five minutes and immediately attacked Raghav's face with a flurry of kisses which the latter had tried to initiate as well resulting in their aquiline noses colliding adorably. 

"Ghamandi Rao!"

"Saree Ka Dukaan!"

They exclaimed frustrated simultaneously and then glared at the other with wet eyes and flushed faces. 

"Mujhe kiss karne do!"

"Tum mereko kiss karne do pehle.."

"Nhi!"

"Kyun!"

"Mujhe pehle karni hain.. tum baad mein kar lena.."

"Arre par.."