"Ye Saree Ka dukaan meko pehchana kaisa nhi?"

Raghav lamented while looking at the wooden ceiling of the storeroom they had been so graciously granted as he jerked his legs crossed over the sofa he was reclining on lazily. Rama, who was unpacking glanced at his boss exasperated and sighed inaudibly.

What has he landed himself into?

"Madam must have been taken in by your new incarnation sir. Venkateshwara knows, even I was not able to recognize you the first time I saw you."

Raghav snorted arrogantly as the picture of his lovely wife flashed in front of his eyes. Somewhere it stung that she felt uncomfortable in his presence. Obviously, logically he should be pleased that he had hid himself so well that even Pallavi couldn't recognize him but when has love followed logic? The thought that his beloved Saree ka dukaan would even feel remotely uneasy in his presence, hidden or not made him feel slightly ill to be frank. Then he berated himself mentally for mulling over such inconsequential things at a time so crucial.

Yes, he just needed her fragrance to identify her presence but then as his Amma had so eloquently declared he was quite crazy when it came to her. Sometimes he himself was taken aback by the fierce amount of possessiveness and magnitude of love he felt for that slight creature. It would take a mild fluttering of her gorgeous eyelashes and he would be lost to her. Lost in her eyes, in her love, in her world. He had gone complete nuts. Playing dress up to stay close to his wife and keep an eye on that creep ex husband of hers forgetting his work.

Good going Raghav Rao.. give it few more months and you'll be elligible for the mental asylum in Agra.. sorry they extended it to Ranchi last I heard... hmmm

While Raghav was busy contemplating his descent into madness a crisp and firm knock on the door brought him back to reality. He jumped up and wore his shirt and jacket hastily, wearing his mask and eye patch to cover his face and managing to button up only the last three buttons of his shirt. Rama opened the door and got shocked seeing the woman standing in front, arms crossed against her chest.

"P..Ahh.. madam aap.?"

Raghav squinted and breathed a sigh of relief. It was Pallavi. But she looked furious. He was confused. What happened suddenly? Here she was feeling uncomfortable with him and now here she is glaring at her like Goddess Durga herself in the middle of the night. Pallavi entered the room like a lazy panther striding towards its unaware prey and looked around disinterestedly.

His own analogy wasn't lost on Raghav. He wasn't sure whether she had come here to give him an ultimatum or had she recognized him finally. But she spoke removing all his doubts with her quiet words.

"Rama! Get the hell out of here!"

Rama who was standing like an imbecile unable to figure out what to do or say jerked at that. He had never seen the madam, speak like that to anyone. He saw his boss looked slightly shocked as well and literally jumped six feet in the air before running out with Pallavi's next words.

"Will you go or do you want a front row seat to what's going to happen right now?"

Raghav felt his heart jump up to his throat and his saliva dried out like a drop of evaporating water in a summer desert. He looked at his wife approaching him like a huntress and swallowed audibly. He wanted to say something desperately. But somehow his tongue and his brain refused to comply.

They say your eyes can make love as good as your hands. Raghav Rao will never question that belief ever again.

"Tum pehchaan gaya mereko..?"

He finally managed to speak through the mask as she stood almost indecently close to him and he could feel his head spin at the jasmine and sandalwood fragrance of her body wash. She caught his face suddenly startling him and leaned forward speaking through the lowered curtain of her lashes.

"Tumhaari aankhe bohot khubsurat lag raha hain Raghav...."

His breath hitched as he got reminded of the moment spent in his bedroom this morning where he had said the same words to her. And then he had... Pallavi pushed him slightly but strongly enough to make him fall on the chaise he was reclining in a few moments ago and kneeled in front of him as smooth as a siren. He gasped and she pressed her lips over his single visible eye miming his previous actions perfectly. He could feel a shiver pass down his spine as he realised his sweet wife had recognized him long before he thought. As if reading his thoughts Pallavi whispered against the skin of his closed eyelid while her hands went behind his head to open the eye patch.

"I realised that you were my Ghamandi Rao the moment you caught me as I stumbled. I didn't faint from fright like everyone had thought, I fainted from relief."

She had moved her lips to his other eye once the eyepatch fell out and kissed over it as well. He caught her waist and groaned lowly as her wandering fingers opened the mask and moved over his face and finally over his body. She stroked down his throat, shoulders and chest touching the various necklaces as she explored this surprisingly tantalizing version of her husband. She felt his grip on her waist tightened as her hands moved to the waistband of his dhoti. She grinned and brought her hands back to his face stroking his beard like he was a big cat wanting to be petted.

Raghav opened his eyes and her blood suddenly started simpering like overexcited liquid molecules passing over glass. She kissed his cheeks and bypassed his lips to press her lips to his Adam's apple as he strained his neck to give her access to his throat. The flavour of his spicy and musky skin was turning her on incredibly. She remembered how elated she had been when she had recognized him, how relieved she had been. And she remembered how angry she had been seeing Sulochana Kako of all people rake her eyes over her husband like he was a piece of chocolate. She wanted to throttle her aunt. And as a result she had decided to make Raghav sweat a bit. She intentionally acted out as if she didn't realise who he was.

But she knew he had a tendency to overthink things when not required so she had come in search of him in the dead of the night keeping Amrutha beside Aai. But seeing him standing there so close to her after that incident where Mandaar had wanted her to burn his photo, she kind of lost her senses. She wanted him and she wanted him now. She wanted to mark him everywhere so that people know that he belonged to her and they better keep their grubby hands off him. Pallavi was a bit taken aback by her own wanton thoughts and possessiveness but seeing the relief on his face as she kissed his eyes took away the last remaining doubts in her mind.

She started feathering kisses over him starting from the hollow of his neck to his chest and reached till his abs and started opening the rest of his shirt buttons. Raghav moaned breathily as she managed to throw open his jacket and shirt and started nipping at his exposed skin.

"Pallavi... tum... tum kya kar raha hain... koi sun liyaa.. toh..?"

"Tum tv serial ke heroine ki tarah baatein karna band karoge?"

She licked and nipped and kissed a trail up enjoying the husky groans emanating from his chest. She was delighted hearing the sudden whimper he gave when she bit his nipple. So that was his weak spot? Then suddenly before she could continue her ministrations Raghav had found a window of opportunity and grabbed her. She squeaked as he unwrapped her saree and would have nearly tore her blouse off had she not jumped over him straddling him suddenly. She removed his hands forcefully and pushed them down to the sides as she grounded her hips against his and he couldn't stop the growl leaving his lips at that.

"Pallavi tum... leave me hands...I want to.."

"Not now... wait for it..."

He growled again but she didn't leave his hands instead bend over his heaving chest again. She saw him throw his head back in ecstasy as she laved his peaks generously and pulled them between her teeth. She knew he was struggling mightily to remain as quiet as possible. Raghav couldn't decipher in which plane he was dangling at the moment as he was getting slowly acquainted with his wife's sudden boldness.

Pallavi could see his desire bulging under her steadily. She removed the rest of his clothing and hers as well and he gripped her waist tightly. She started leaving open mouthed kisses down his trembling abs making her destination known clearly. Raghav could feel his heart beat in his mouth and made a herculean effort to lower the volume of his moan as her lips pressed on his throbbing arousal. He could feel her smile wickedly against his heated skin and he gritted his teeth.

Minx... she knows perfectly well what she is doing.

"Pallavi..!"

He gasped and felt his spine contract automatically as he arched under her while her tongue stuck out and the next few moments were pure bliss. He didn't know how he managed not fall off the chaise as she licked him thoroughly like a feline exploring unchartered planes and curves of him. Raghav knew he was mumbling nonsense but he couldn't bring his scattered brain to order. He wanted her to take him in now or else he'll burst. He thought he might have begged her but he couldn't hear beyond his own heart racing in his ears.

"Raghav... I can't understand Telegu sweetheart...."

She'll kill him! And how willingly would he offer his own throat for the slaughter.

"Pallavi! Please... please.. I.. can't.."

"Please what darling."

"You know...what!"

"I don't actually husband. Wouldn't you specify?"

He growled which ended in a pathetic whimper as she swirled her tongue around his naval and bit him there. She will definitely kill him, here at the storehouse of the Deshmukhs.

How embarrassing!

Suddenly they heard a distinct knock on the door which startled the hell out of both of them bringing them sharply back from their amorous thoughts.

Holy sh*t! 

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A/N:- This is unfortunately incomplete as well.. hehe.. sorry