Guilty Pleasures

38

"I hate you, and then I love you. It's like I want to throw you off a cliff and then rush to the bottom to catch you..."

An anger was already fluttering amongst her half silver half hazel orbs as she stared back up at him. She pushed herself out of his arms; shoving his chest roughly whilst he seemed to fix her with this almost sinister look. He took a step forward towards her; ignoring the way her anger seemed to cloud her eyes rather beautifully.

He moved his hand into his pocket; shifting his weight slightly whilst his eyes danced into hers rather contently at their back and forth.

"I have done so much for you Sari Ka Dukaan so why haven't you come to me in order to get your brother out."

It's important to note fellow readers that up until half an hour ago; Raghav Rao had been looking towards his phone in expectancy of her call. And she had not; causing him to trek to her whereabouts and watch rather guiltily as she ran around; and even then whilst watching her talk about the law; in her desperation to find a loop hole he found the fire he was responsible for diminishing reawakening.

"I'm here for you Sari Ka Dukaan. Forever." He added with the left side of his smile picking up in a smirk, the direct mock forcing her flames to spit at him as she latched onto his blazer, pulling him forth into her deadly grip.

His eyes wandered down to her fist, his hand moving up to push a stray strand of hair behind her ear.

"If you wanted me that much Babygirl you could have just said so."

Her jaw tightened.

"Shut up." She thundered and his sinister gaze laughed into hers.

Her grip on his blazer and shirt seemed to tighten and he allowed his eyes to mock her once more before looking around, before allowing his eyes to dart back into hers.

He grabbed her wrist firmly; pulling her grip away and letting her hand drop in disgust.

"Do you not know how to act in a public place?" He questioned. "It's okay." He mocked. "I can teach you what you need to learn as my wife. It's just a pity that your mother failed to teach you that."

A warning growl left her lips whilst he continued to allow his smirk to grow.
"I'm not your husband yet love; so keep your hands to yourself."

He took another step forth to rile her up further.

"If you want to touch me that desperately love; if you want me to touch you in return then just put us both out of this misery and accept defeat."

"Never." She growled out, and he allowed his smirk to widen.

"By the end of today you would have eaten those very words Pallavi. It's okay, take your time, take as much as you need because all it's going to do is make this more satisfying for me when you finally give in."

His arm seemed to slip around her waist to pull her now averted eyes back into his.

"I am the only one who can get your brother out Pallavi, because I have a special relationship everyone in this system; they all live here..." he pulled at his suit pocket; his eyes casting down as hers followed his trail. "They all live in my pocket."

He pulled her closer, her hands resting in the dip of where his biceps bent to try and force him back; but the Don's strength remained unrelenting.

"You've caught onto the fact that Harish is my man, well done you're so intelligent love. And I've heard that intelligent people can catch onto hints very fast. Shall we put that to the test?"