Guilty Pleasures

44

"It was chaos that made her beautiful..."

Pallavi watched the retreating form of her husband; her eyes glistening in pleasure at watching him take his leave; and she almost immediately set herself to work.

She pulled open one of the many laptops within the house; seating herself on the bed she rested in alone, and perched her back against the fluffed up cushions that she had scurried to arrange.

Once she had opened up the lid to the laptop; her fingers rushed against the keyboard effortlessly; bringing up the CV that she had once taken pride within.

She was quick with her alterations; adding new things in to increase her prospects of securing a job that would serve to be a defeaning attack against her husband; an attack that would cement her position in his destruction; cement her being that very catalyst.

She rushed through the process; typing away eloquently; backspacing a few times to reiterate her points more carefully; more decisively. She was apt and precise in the law related questions and scenarios; chuckling to herself at the irony: for her husband was a man directly opposing the said law.

She was careful to take a moment in between to adjust her thoughts in the best way possible; and when she was finally done; she had submitted the application with an almost sinister look to her eyes; for the Dark Queen was craving blood; and her husbands would be the one she would drink; mirroring Kali's untamed anger.

But our heroine seemed to disregard the reality of the mythology she was paralleled too. For her Shiv was her world; and only Shiv alone could rival and defeat her anger simply by placing himself beneath her feet; dispersing the goddess anger in moments.

Pallavi however was set in her path; she was set in grasping her revenge; to avenge her family but more important to avenge the broken shards to her heart; to find away to salvage what he had broke and place the fragments back in a way that would hopefully allow it to beat once more.

A sigh seemed to escape her lips as she leaned backwards into the confides of the pillows around her; but with this settling feeling of remorse for her own suffering she pushed herself up.

She couldn't afford to have her mind catch up on itself; she couldn't allow the remnants of her composure to cave in; she needed to be strong; hold herself up for she knew that no one else would do that for her; and the girl who had been fighting alone for so long; forced her armour back over her bruised and beaten soul; arming herself for another battle that would most likely commence fully fledged in the next forty eight hours.

She had left without a word; her eyes not noticing her husbands form who stood at the top the balcony that joined the two opposing staircases together; he leaned forth slightly watching the way she seemed to rush out the doors; his mind concluding that his hellion of a wife was back to his plotting his destruction.

A smile seemed to pull at the corner of his face as he watched her silhouette against the wall fade further away. She truly was his equal; and he could read her pleasure like it was his own; for it was mirrored in his own eyes.

The intensity; the fire, the need and desire for each other; the facets to their relationship made it nothing but raw and real.

He pulled for his phone; scrolling through his contacts before finally pressing call.

"Follow your Akka." He spoke dismissively to Harish.

"You're allowing her to be called my Akka Anna?" He heard the mischievous voice answer back.

"If you don't want to be slapped on return just do what I've asked. Keep an eye on what she's doing; I don't want to have a dagger in my back by the time she gets back."