Guilty Pleasures

27

"He was about to set the world on fire...and he would watch her go up in his flames..."

Raghav stalked through his doors; his anger chiselled into his godlike features as he stalked towards his study with villainous intent.

His fury knew no bounds; coursing through his veins in replace of his blood poisoning  both his mind and heart against the same woman he had softly claimed hours ago; who he had now considered accepting his flourishing feelings for; and now it all lay in ruins in front of him.

He walked towards his desk, sweeping the masses of files and nick-knacks that littered his desk, his hand moving for a glass that he hurled to the floor with sheer strength.

His eyes carrying fury; but within the edges: to anyone paying attention they could faintly make out the tears that had gathered: for the Dark King; Shiv epitomised was now willing to watch his other half go up in flames.

Any rationality had left him with that mans insistence that Pallavi was the one to concoct this plan; because fellow readers if he had paused for a moment to consider her act of kindness as an extension of the heart he knew; he would have realised that she could never act so evilly as he was painting her out to be.

Shakespeare had warned centuries ago in his hit play Othello of a green-eyed monster known as jealousy; and yet here fuelled by betrayal a red-eyed monster known as anger had caused the alpha male within him to begin to crave for her blood; for her tears.

He would make her bleed; make himself bask in it and he had vowed that for every tear his mother and sister shed he would make hers unstoppable in order to compensate.

He would ruin her he had decided.

And yet as he sat now twisting a knife in his hand waiting for Farhad; he couldn't help but allow the hurt to truly hit him.

He trusted her in some ways; despite being his enemy he knew her morals, her heart; or so he thought.

Farhad walked in haphazardly: seeing the picture of Pallavi Deshmukh barely hanging on the dart board across from Raghav; with numerous knives hanging around it.

"Anna."

"There is more to it, is what you want to say right? You want to say that: that vile woman has not done anything wrong don't you."

"Why would she do it Raghav? Hell she came out in the middle of the fucking night to help us—"

"No she came for another calculated move. She knows me Farhad and she knows exactly how to push me to do what she wants. She knows my family is my weakness and this was to make me indebted too her."

"You're reading this wrong Anna—"

"Farhad shut up."

"You're going to ruin her life like this."

"And that is now the point. She is forcing me Farhad to hurt her. And if she is that in love with the pain than it will be by my hand that it is given. After this she will be gone; and my life can go back to the way it was before her."

"Anna."

"Just give me what I asked for."

With a sigh Farhad passed over the file he had recovered, taking successive steps out of the makeshift office to leave the awakened temperamental beast to his self-wallowing.

Raghav ditched the file at his desk; his eyes closing to images of her flashing through his mind, her smile; her loving words, her caring nature and yet all the positive aspects like the sun on a bright day were covered with the darkening clouds; her words about making his family pay; the words of the man that held her accountable.