Guilty Pleasures

10

"Never be afraid to raise your voice for honesty, truth and compassion against injustice, lying and greed..."

Once again, Pallavi found herself stuck in Dr Kanika's office on Krishna's instance.

Quite frankly she didn't care anymore; she had been labelled a criminal amongst her own, and punished in accordance.

All of this now seemed to be nothing but a waste of time.

Krishna refused to tell her who had her brought here, but Pallavi herself was no means of slow. She knew in a heartbeat that it was on his insistence and careful planning and scheming that brought not just her, but her entire family back into the hospital room. A soft string of curses escaped her lips, as she crossed her arms over her chest, waiting for the man of the hour to arrive.

And when he did, a breath caught in her throat, watching as he walked with such precision, such raw masculinity. She pushed herself to lean against the wall as he ignored her presence. She looked down at the floor, suddenly finding more interest in the cracks in the floor work rather than being at the scrutiny of his gaze that had finally been bestowed on her.

The rush of Asha Ji, caused her to tense, her eyes meeting his in anger. She knew he had no bounds, that he didn't care who his fire burned, but through his help, he was going to destroy her family. Without realising, despite adamant to clear her name, he would now hold her accountable for another crime: the breaking of Mansi's wedding.

He was going to force her to work even harder to try and fix things for her family. She let a sigh escape her lips, despite being thankful to him for attempting to clear this, she knew she couldn't stand with him.

They were meant to oppose each other, and she would do that until her last breath. Not only because he had set this path, but to prove that there was nothing going on, when something clearly was.

They waited outside patiently, Raghav muttering with Farhad as they prepared the stage for their next scene.

And within the next couple of minutes the drama had unfolded in the most brutal way possible.

He opened the door, forcing the lights on within the next second, he signalled them all to walk through first, their eyes all catching on to the black clad figure that ran behind the curtains to save face.

Pallavi knew who it was, and she also knew that she was about to face the wrath and unforgiving nature of Raghav Rao, Hyderabad's don.

He walked in, moving past Pallavi, so that she was forced to inhale his masculine scent, the hint of aftershave, strong, a representation of the man in front of her.

"We all know you're hiding behind there." He spoke, his voice direct, as he placed his hands on the desk, leaning forward ever so slightly.

"Now if I come back there and force you out, you're going to end up embarrassing yourself even more, so do us all a favour and just come out."

"Raghav that is enough. Stop."

"Pallavi shut up." called her Aayi, a warning glance directed her way.

Appearances she whispered to herself. She had to keep this up. But her Aayi had beat her before she could even begin to get her words back out.

"I've had enough of this drama. We all have a right to know what the heck is going on. Especially you, since you're the one who was thrown under the bus for this crime in the first place."

Her eyes lowered, but her mind wanted to scream it's rationality. It was sickly obvious as to who was behind the screen, she just wondered why no one else had seemed to clock on.