Guilty Pleasures

26

"Fire lived within his kiss...and he had away of melting every part of her being..."

Raghav was fuming by the time she had left, the anger coursing through his veins could be seen radiating in his aura as he stalked away from his corridor; trekking towards his office.

The door was slammed with a sheer declaration of strength that had the timbre doors shaking on its hinges, for the Dark King had been backed into a corner by his one true opponent.

His fists were clenched tightly, whilst his jaw ticked slightly with the anger resonating through his veins.

Whilst he found a small sense of admiration for her move, he was more angry at himself for giving into her so instinctively.

He was a man of strength of resilience his stubbornness unparalleled and yet here he sat tasting the after taste of losing to her.

Bare in mind readers that If the situation was different; it they had confessed this unspokeness into reality; than maybe their reality would have been different.
                                            And just maybe: Raghav Rao wouldn't have minded so much, losing to her.

It was more about the reputation that was at stake for him in front of her, because the same way she was adamant to keep up a front and enclose her true feelings within it, our hero was in the exact same predicament.

He raked a hand through his curled hair, his hand pulling for the glass of alcohol that he had filled in a haste; chucking the liquid back and letting it burn the back of his throat.

It was bad for his liver he knew, but the sensation now felt like coming home, a sigh escaping his lips as he used it to encapsulate a moment of peace.

Farhad had entered the room, Raghav catching the outline of his silhouette from the corner of his eye, knowing full well that he was the only one who would come to try and docile the raging beast that pushed to the surface of his skin.

"Anna-"

"If you've come to defend that woman Farhad I want you to contemplate your choice of words before you open that mouth of yours."

"Why do you hold so much hate for her?" He heard Farhad question as he stood, his hand clenched around the alcohol glass in a vice grip; attempting to walk away from the conversation.

Farhad grabbed onto Raghav's bicep, halting his movement momentarily.

"I'm your best friend Raghav before I am your secretary. I've spent years at your side watching you live lifelessly. I've watched as you use women for one thing only, to fix something within yourself, to increase the complex nature of your mind; but you would never take the same woman to your bed more than once. Pallavi Deshmukh is no ordinary woman I know that and I also know you know that. But the hate you are so adamant on upholding is to hide something else isn't it?"

Raghav remained quite, his unrelenting grip tightening significantly.

"It's because you have feelings for her."

The glass shattered.

A death stare now fixed to Farhad as Raghav stood seething.

"Anna."

"That's enough." He warned.

"No it's not. Anna—"

"What the fuck do you want to know Farhad? Do you want me to admit to some none existent feelings? Well I won't, nor will I play into the little fantasy festering in your mind. I don't hold anything for that woman other than hate and contempt. I can't stand her."