Guilty Pleasures

15

"LUST: a sudden powerful almost overwhelming desire for someone you know is bad for you."

Pallavi thundered into her room, forcing the door shut with such a commotion that she was sure someone would come banging on her door the next moment.

And true to her prediction a rapt knock signalled the presence of someone within the Deshmukh family.

"Pallu!" She heard her Aayi call from the other side, as she collapsed down onto her bed, her head falling into her awaiting hands.

"Pallu beta what's wrong? Is everything okay?" She could hear the concern in her mother's voice, but Pallavi no longer had the patience to deal with anything.

"I am fine Aayi." She forced out. "I just shut the door louder than intended. I am quite tired so I'll see you in the morning." She reassured half heartedly.

"Bacha are you sure everything is okay."
"Yes Aayi."
"Okay then Goodnight Pallu."
"Night Aayi." She called, her voice becoming hoarse.

With the sound of retreating footsteps Pallavi fell back into the confides of her duvet, her eyes closing and a hand rubbing tirelessly at her features before falling to her side.

She sat there once again degrading herself, for giving into him yet again. Her hands tangling with her hair, the same hair he had pulled out of the bun she had tied hours ago. And here she sat craving him now more than ever.

It was sadistic she berated herself. She had to stop doing this, she had to find away to stop wanting him and yet she knew that would remain impossible.

She pushed herself up, her hands finding the door again before allowing her form to barrel out of the wooden frame in her haste.

You should note that our heroine for a moment had comprehended the thought of leaving out of the main door to go and seek those pleasures to fulfil her cravings however with a few degrading words directed at herself, she stormed into Mansi's room who looked up at her with the same grief stricken face that had been cemented on her features since her marriage had unceremoniously broken down due to the nuisance known as Raghav Rao.

"Let's go out." Pallavi spoke abruptly, watching as Mansi's eyes fixated onto her in disbelief.

There was a reason for that.

Pallavi Deshmukh was not one to party in the slightest.

From a young age she had learnt to suppress her desires, for in her mind other pressing matters took centre stage, and that had always been her story. Never truly enjoying the life that had been gifted to her and constantly in a rush to prove herself to those around her.

It was one of these reasons why she had challenged Raghav in the first place. Because she wished for a sense of self gratification. Something to rile her up and push her back into the body she had shed in order to devote her soul to the Deshmukh's as their widowed daughter-in-law.

But simple scenes such as the bar they had found themselves in did much to awaken her nerves. She pulled at the end of the black dress she had thrown at the back of cupboard years ago. A simple black dress enough to ignite the attention of any man.

Her shoulder blades were peaking through the off the shoulder neck line, her cleavage intimately on display; for those privileged enough to get close; you could faintly make out the love bites that had been littered all over her, intricately covered up with layers of makeup that she was grateful matched her lower skin. A slit ran up the velvet material of the dress, showing off the toned legs that had been spread for the same man over and over again, whilst her feet were wrapped in a pair of heels that Mansi had thrown at her in desperation to leave. Her dead straight hair was laying across her shoulders, reaching just above her waist whilst her cat eye make up gave her innocent eyes a sense of duplicity, an edge of sensuality that had most men fixated on her from the moment she walked in.