RagLak – You Wouldn’t Like Me (Chapter – 1)


Hello. Thank you very much for the warm and supportive response in my intro and I am sincerely sorry about the delay in starting my FF..here is the first chapter..hope you guys like it. Also, i will be posting updates thrice a week..because work(Sorry about that but can’t really help it).
So, like i said i will be posting every Monday, Wednesday and Friday so that i can write the further chapters on Saturday and Sunday and i will try my best to make these updates long enough 🙂
All being said..Enjoy Reading 🙂

Arohi xoxox

The light this morning is perfect. I hold my Canon to my face and press the shutter. Click. The Puget Sound is covered in colour; pinks, yellows, blue, and for once the wind is almost still.

Waves gently lap against the concrete barrier at my feet, and I’m lost in the beauty before me.


I turn to my left and see a young couple walking along the beach.

This side of Juhu Beach is pretty much deserted, aside from a few die hards, or early morning insomniacs, like me. The young couple is walking away from me, hand in hand, smiling at each other, and I point my lens at them and click. I zoom in on their sneaker-clad feet and locked hands and shoot some more, my photographer’s eye appreciating their intimate moment on the beach.

I inhale the salty air and stare out at the Sound once again as a red-sailed boat gently glides out on the water. The early morning sunshine is just barely beginning to sparkle around it, and I raise my camera again to capture the moment.

“What the hell are you doing?”

I twirl at the sound of the angry voice and gaze into brown eyes, reflecting the bright morning water.
They are surrounded by a very, very pissed off face. Not merely angry. Livid.

“Excuse me?” I squeak, finding my voice.

“Why can’t you all just leave me alone?” The handsome-really handsome-stranger in front of me is shaking in rage and I instinctively step back, frowning and beginning to get pissed right back at him. What the hell are you doing?

“I wasn’t bothering you,” I respond, happy that my voice is stronger with my anger, and retreat back another step.

Clearly Mr. Beautiful Brown Eyes and s*xy Greek God Face is a looney toon. Unfortunately, he follows my backward motion and I feel the panic start to take hold in my gut.

“I have had it with you following me.

Do you think I don’t notice? Give me the camera.” He extends a long-fingered hand and my mouth drops open. I pull my camera into my chest and wrap my arms around it protectively.

“No.” My voice is amazingly calm and I want to look around for a means of escape, but I can’t stop looking into his angry sea-colored eyes.

He swallows and narrows his eyes, breathing hard.

“Give me the camera, and I won’t press charges for stalking and mental harassment. I just want the photos.” He’s lowered his voice but it’s no less menacing.

“You can’t have my photos!” Who the hell is this guy? I turn around to run and he grabs my arm, whipping me around to face him once again, grabbing for my camera. I start to scream, not believing that I’m being mugged practically outside my front door, when he lets go of me and braces his hands on his knees, bending at the waist, shaking his head and I notice that his hands are shaking.

Dear God.

I take another step back, ready to run, but with his head still down he holds up his hand and says, “Wait.”

I should run. Fast. Call the police and have this whack job arrested for assault, but I don’t move. My breathing starts to calm, and my panic recedes and for some reason, I don’t think he’s going to harm me.

Yeah, I’m sure Ted Bundy’s victims didn’t think he’d harm them either.

“Uh, are you okay?” My voice is breathy and I realize I’m still clutching my camera to my chest almost painfully and I relax my hands and start to lower them when his head snaps back up.

“Do not take my frigging picture.” His voice is low and measured, controlled, but he’s still shaking and breathing like he’s just run a marathon.

“Okay, okay. I’m not going to. I’m putting the lens cap back on.” I do as I say, not taking my eyes from his face and he watches my hands carefully.


He takes a deep breath and shakes his head and I get a good look at the rest of him. Wow. Beautiful face, chiselled, stubbled jaw and those deep brown eyes. He’s got messy, golden blond hair. He’s tall, much taller than my five foot six, lean and broad shouldered.

He’s wearing blue jeans and a black t-shirt, and both hug that lean body in all the right places.

Damn. He’d look fantastic naked.

Ironically, I’d love to get him in front of my camera.

He looks me in the eye again and he looks vaguely familiar to me. I feel like I should know him from somewhere, but the fleeting recognition is gone when he speaks.

“I’m going to need you to give me the camera, please.”
Is he serious? He’s still trying to rob me?

I let out a short laugh and finally break eye contact, looking up to the now blue sky and shake my head. I close my eyes then look back over to him and he’s staring at me intently.
I find myself smiling as I say, “You are so not getting this camera.”
He tilts his head to the side and narrows his eyes again. Muscles low in my belly clench at his s*xy stare and I silently castigate myself. No getting turned on by your s*xy early morning thief!

“You are not getting this camera.
Who the hell do you think you are?”
Now my voice is rising and I pat myself on the back.
“You know who I am.”
His response throws me and I narrow my eyes, staring back at him again, and get the strange feeling once more that I should know him, but I shake my head in frustration.
“No, I don’t.”
He raises an eyebrow, puts his hands on his lean hips, and he smiles, showing off a perfect line of teeth. The smile doesn’t reach his eyes.

“Come on, honey, let’s not play this game. Either give me that camera, or delete the photos, and we can get on our way.”
Why does he want my photos?
Suddenly it occurs to me that he must think I’ve been taking pictures of him.
“I don’t have any photos of you on here, honey,” I reply.
His eyes narrow again and his smile slips away. He doesn’t believe me.
I take a step toward him. I stare deeply into his widening gaze and speak very clearly. “I. Don’t. Have. Any. Photos. Of. You. On. My. Camera.
I’m not a portrait photographer.” I feel my cheeks flush and I look down for a moment.
“What were you taking photos of?”
His voice is level now, and he looks confused.
“The water, the boats,” I gesture out toward the sound with my hands.

“I saw you point your camera toward me when I was sitting on that bench.”
He points to the bench behind me. It’s sitting near where I shot the photos of the couple holding hands. I pull my camera in front of me again and I see him tense up, but I ignore him, turn on the camera and start flipping through my images until I find the ones he’s afraid are of him. I walk over to him and stand next to him, my arm almost touching his and I feel the heat from his s*xy body. I make myself ignore it.

“Here, these are the photos I took.” I point the screen toward him and start to page through them, showing him all of the images. “Would you like to see the others I took as well?”
“Yes.” He whispers.

I continue to show him the images of the water, the sky, the boats, the mountains. I can’t help but smell his clean scent as he intently looks at the photos, scrutinizing each one while pulling his lower lip through his thumb and forefinger. His brow is furrowed.

Sweet God, he smells good.

I’ve taken over two hundred photos this morning, so it takes a few minutes to page through each one. When I’m finished, he looks up into my eyes and I see his embarrassment and I’m not sure, but he looks almost sad.

My heart gives a flip as he smiles, a true full-blown, no holds barred smile, wiping away the sadness, and shakes his head slowly. He could melt glaciers with that smile. End wars. Resolve the national debt crisis.

“I’m sorry.”
“So you should be.” I turn the camera off and start to walk away from him.
“Hey, I’m really sorry.”
“You must be awfully full of yourself if you think that everyone with a camera is taking your picture.” I continue walking and of course he’s caught up with me, matching my stride.
Why is he still here?

He clears his throat. “Can I ask your name?”
“No.” I respond.
“Um, why?” He sounds confused.
Hell, I’m confused.
“I don’t give my name out to people who try to rob me.”
“Thief?” He stops mid-stride and pulls me to a stop beside him, his hand on my elbow. I look down at his hand and, raising my eyes back to his, pin him with a glare.
“Let go of me.” He does immediately.

“I’m not a Thief.”
“You tried to steal my camera. What do you call it?” I start walking again, realizing I’m heading in the opposite direction of my house. Shit.
“Look, I’m not a thief. Stop for a minute, will you?” He stops again, rubs his face with his hands and looks at me.
I face him, put my hands on my jean-clad hips, my camera hanging harmlessly around my neck and glare at him.
“I don’t know who you are,” I say in my best no-nonsense voice.
“Clearly,” he responds and a smile tickles his lips and I can’t help but feel my stomach clench, hoping he gives me that big grin again. My not knowing him seems to make him happy, but it’s pissing me off. Should I know him?
“Why are you smiling?” I find myself smiling back at him.
He looks me up and down, taking in my dark hair, currently tied up in a haphazard bun, casual red t-shirt and jeans, and returns his brown gaze to mine. His smile widens and I lose my breath.

“I’m Lakshya.” He holds his hand out for me to shake and I look at it, still not fully trusting him, then back up to him. He raises a brow, almost as a challenge and I find myself putting my small hand in his big, strong one and clasping it firmly.


“Ragini,” he says my name slowly, looks down at my mouth and I bite my lower lip. He inhales sharply and looks back into my eyes.

Oh, he’s beautiful . I pull my hand out of his grasp and look down, not knowing what else to say, and still confused as to why I’m still standing here with him.

“I… I have to go,” I stammer, suddenly nervous. “It was… interesting meeting you, Lakshya.” I start to walk around him toward my house, and he steps in front of me.
“Wait, don’t go.” He runs a hand through his already messy hair.
“I’m really sorry about all this. Let me make it up to you. Breakfast?”
He frowns slightly, like he didn’t mean to say that, and then looks at me hopefully.
Say no, Rags. Go home. Go back to bed. Mmmm… bed with Lakshya… All sweaty bodies, tangled sheets….


I shake my head, trying to push the fantasy aside, and find myself saying, “No thanks. I should go.”
“Husband waiting at home?” he asks, glancing at my ringless finger.
“Uh, no.”
I give him a small smile. “No.”
His face relaxes. “Girlfriend?”
I can’t stop the laugh that comes.

“Good.” He’s giving me that big smile again, and I want desperately to say yes to this beautiful stranger, but my common sense kicks in and I remind myself that this is not safe, I don’t know him, and as swoon-worthy as he is, he’s still a stranger.
I, of all people, know about stranger danger.
So I ignore the clenching between my legs, give him another small smile, and I say as politely, and as forcefully as I can, “Thanks anyway. Have a good day, Lakshya.”
Of course, politely and forcefully sounds all whispery from me right now.


I hear him murmur “Have a good day, Ragini,” as I walk briskly away.

I walk home quickly, feeling Lakshya’s eyes on my backside until I turn the corner toward my house.
Why didn’t I wear a longer shirt? My heart is thumping, and I just want to be safe inside, safe from s*xy-smiled thieves. My body hasn’t responded to a man like this in a long time, and while I admit it feels nice, Lakshya is just entirely too… Wow.

I close and lock my front door then follow my nose to the kitchen. Swara is making breakfast!
“Hey, Rags, get any good photos this morning?” Much to my delight, my bff Swara is baking banana bread for breakfast today. My stomach growls as I place my camera on the breakfast bar and pull up a stool.

“Yeah, it was a good morning,” I reply. I wonder if I should bring up Lakshya. Swara tends to be on the romantic side, and she’ll most likely have us married off by the end of the conversation, but she is the one person I confide in about everything, so, why not? “I got some good shots. Almost got robbed… pretty standard morning.”

I smile to myself as Swara twirls around, dropping some dough on my tile floor, gasping.
“What? Are you okay?”
“I’m fine.” I let out a snort. “Some guy was pissed that I might have taken his picture.” I describe my encounter to her, and she smiles sweetly when I’m finished.
“Sounds like he likes you, friend.”
I snort. “Whatever. He’s just some random guy.”

Swara rolls her eyes and turns back to the pancakes. “He might just be some random guy, but if he’s as hot as you say he is, you should have gone to breakfast with him.”
I scowl at her. “Gone out to breakfast with the hot thief?” I ask incredulously.
“Oh don’t be dramatic.” Swara flips the dough in the oven then ladles more dough onto the griddle. “It sounds like he was really nice.”
“Yes, when he wasn’t trying to steal my obscenely expensive camera, he was a perfect gentleman.”
Swara laughs and I can’t help but smile in return. “What do you have going on today?”

Pleased with the change in conversation, I walk around the breakfast bar and start loading a plate with delicious food. “I have a session at noon, and I need to make some deliveries this afternoon. I really need to try to get in a nap this morning.”
“Couldn’t sleep again?” Swara asks.
I shake my head. Sleep never comes easily for me.
I reclaim my stool and take a bite of bread loaded with nutella Swara is next to me. “How about you?”
“Well, since its Tuesday, I guess I’ll go to work today.” Swara is a very successful investment banker in Mumbai. I couldn’t be more proud of my long time best friend. She’s beyond smart, beautiful and successful.
“We gotta make a living,” I am devouring the delicious food on my plate, then rinse both our plates and leave them in the sink.
“I can do that.” Swara starts to come into the kitchen, but I wave her back.
“No, you cooked. I got this. Go to work.”
“Thanks! Have a fun session.” She wiggles her eyebrows at me and heads out for work.
“Have a good day at the office, dear!” I call after her and we both giggle.

I climb the stairs to my bedroom and sink on my bed. I really need some sleep.
My clients pay me very well to give them a fun, beautiful photo session, and I need to be well rested.
My room is large, with floor to ceiling windows. This is the one room of the house that has any pink in it. I love my soft pink duvet and fluffy pink pillows.
My bed frame is simple, but the headboard is nailed to the wall to give the room a rustic feel.
I fall into my king sized bed, the soft sheets hugging me, and gaze out the window to the ocean view. I love this house. I never want to move.
Ever. This view alone is priceless. The sapphire blue water outside calms me and as my eyes get heavy I think of deep brown eyes and a killer smile and slip into sleep.

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  1. Tinistoessel49

    very very funny and nice. I like it continue with the brilliant work. Be safe. God bless you.

    1. Arohii

      Thank you so much 🙂

    1. Arohii

      Thank you 🙂

  2. Awesome and very interesting. RagLak interaction is very funny

    1. Arohii

      Thank you so much..glad you liked it 🙂

  3. A.xx

    fab and love the interaction and the way u write xx

    1. Arohii

      Thank you so much for the appreciation 🙂

  4. IQRA222

    Awesome really loved it

    1. Arohii

      Thank you so much 🙂

  5. Sindhura


    1. Arohii

      Thanks 🙂

  6. Awesome and loved raglak convo

    1. Arohii

      Thank you so much 🙂

  7. Mindblowing

    1. Arohii

      thanks 🙂

  8. Lovely7


    1. Arohii

      Thank you 🙂

  9. amazing dear

    1. Arohii

      Thank you 🙂

  10. Wowwww it’s amazing ? continue dear

    1. Arohii

      thank you so much 🙂

  11. Asra

    fabulous dear….really loved it….

    1. Arohii

      thank you so much 🙂

  12. Dharani


    1. Arohii

      thanks a lot 🙂

  13. Amazing

    1. Arohii

      thank you 🙂

  14. Aasthu

    I liked it…..

    1. Arohii

      thank you so much 🙂


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      thank you 🙂

  16. Different story and it’s interesting dear. Plz continue

    1. Arohii

      thank you so much 🙂

  17. Wowww
    It’s awesome

    1. Arohii

      thanks a lot 🙂

  18. Fabulous dear

    1. Arohii

      thank you 🙂

  19. Mintu


    1. Arohii

      thanks a lot 🙂

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