His second wife (#SaRaj)

24) Drunk Rajat speaks to Savi

As Savi stood there, surrounded by the warmth and love of Isha Maa's words, she felt a sudden rush of memories flood her mind. She remembered the first time Sai had called her "Mumma", the way the little girl's voice had trembled with excitement and affection. And in that instant, Savi had felt a spark of joy ignite within her, a flame that had burned away the darkness of her grief and misery.

As she recalled that moment, Savi felt her heart swell with emotion. She remembered the way Sai's tiny arms had wrapped around her neck, the way her small hands had held onto her face. And she remembered the feeling that had washed over her, a sense of being alive again, of being needed and loved.

Tears pricked at the corners of Savi's eyes as she stood there, lost in the memories of that special moment. She felt a sense of clarity wash over her, a sense of purpose and direction. She knew what she had to do, and she knew that it was the right decision for her, for Sai, and for everyone involved.

Savi's voice was filled with a sense of determination and resolve as she spoke to Isha Maa. "Isha Maa, I am ready to say yes, but before that, I need to meet Mr. Thakkar tomorrow to discuss a few things."

Isha Maa's face broke into a warm and encouraging smile. "Anything you wish, my child," she said, her voice filled with love and support. "You take all the time you need, and we will wait for your decision. But I must say, I am very happy to see you taking this step, Savi. It's a new beginning for you, and for all of us."

Savi smiled back at Isha Maa, feeling a sense of gratitude and love for this woman who had become like a mother to her. She knew that she still had a lot to think about and discuss with Rajat, but for the first time in a long time, she felt a sense of hope and excitement for the future.

At Night. At Rajat home.

Rajat's voice was slurred and groggy as he answered the phone, the effects of the alcohol still lingering in his system. He rubbed his eyes, trying to clear the haze, and looked at the screen to see who was calling. His eyes widened slightly as he saw Savi's name flashing on the screen.

"Savi?" he said, his voice still laced with the remnants of his drunken stupor. "What's up? It's late... or is it early?" He chuckled to himself, still trying to shake off the fogginess in his head.

As he waited for Savi to respond, Rajat's mind began to wander back to the painful memories of his past. The betrayal by Aashika, Sai's mother, still lingered in his mind like an open wound. He had thought that the alcohol would help him forget, but it only seemed to numb the pain temporarily. Now, as he lay in bed, he couldn't help but wonder what Savi wanted at this late hour.

Savi's heart skipped a beat as she heard Rajat's slurred greeting. "Hello, Sai's Pari mumma," he said, his voice dripping with a familiarity that made Savi's skin prickle. She felt a shiver run down her spine as she wondered if this was really Rajat on the other end of the line.

There was something off about his tone, something that didn't quite sound like the Rajat she had met earlier. The way he spoke, the words he chose, it all seemed...different. Savi's mind began to whirl with questions. Was he drunk? And what did he mean by calling her "Sai's Pari mumma"? The endearment sent a flutter through her chest, but it also made her feel uneasy.

"Savi?" Rajat slurred again, his voice breaking into her thoughts. "Are you there?"

Rajat's chuckle was low and husky, sending a shiver down Savi's spine. "Mr. Thakkar? I guess You are drunk. Let's talk tomorrow." she said.

his voice laced with amusement. "Ahh. Mr Thakkar, Formal, as always, Savi. I like that." He paused, and Savi could almost hear the sound of him taking a swig of his drink.

Rajat's laughter was loud and uninhibited, echoing through the phone line. "Drunk?" he repeated, his voice slurred and carefree. "Maybe just a little, Savi. But that's okay. I'm feeling...free." He paused, and Savi could sense a hint of melancholy creeping into his tone. "But you're right. We can talk in the morning. I'm not sure I'm making much sense right now anyway."

Savi's fingers hesitated on the phone, ready to end the call, but Rajat's sudden outburst stopped her. "Stop, Savi," he said, his voice low and rough. "Why do you always call me 'Mr. Thakkar'?" There was a hint of frustration and vulnerability in his tone, and Savi felt a pang of surprise.

She hadn't realized that her formal address had affected him so deeply. "I...I don't know," she stammered, feeling a sense of uncertainty. "It's just a habit, I suppose."

Rajat's sigh was audible over the phone, and Savi could sense his disappointment. "A habit?" he repeated. "You can call me by my name, Rajat." His voice was laced with a deep longing, and Savi felt her heart skip a beat.

"I am signing off, Mr Thakkar. Bye. Will talk in morning. It's important."

Rajat's laughter died down, and he was left with the sound of Savi's determined tone echoing in his mind. He looked at the phone, now dark and silent.

.......

The next morning, Rajat woke up with a pounding headache, the effects of the previous night's drinking still lingering. He groggily got out of bed and made his way to the bathroom to freshen up.

As he stood under the warm shower, Rajat's mind began to clear, and he couldn't help but think about his conversation with Savi the night before. He wondered what she wanted to discuss with him, and a sense of trepidation settled in the pit of his stomach.

"Good morning, Mr. Thakkar. I hope you're feeling better today. I'd like to meet with you at 3 pm to discuss something important. Please let me know if that time works for you." Rajat's heart skipped a beat as he read the message. What could Savi possibly want to discuss with him? He felt a sense of nervousness wash over him, but he quickly pushed it aside.

He typed out a response, agreeing to meet with Savi at 3 pm, and then spent the rest of the time trying to focus on his work, but his mind kept wandering back to the upcoming meeting with Savi.

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