Guilty Pleasures

47

"She's mad but she's magic. There is no lie in her fire."

Pallavi had forced herself up at the sound of her alarm clock; her eyes hazy with sleep; the trial of tears that had dried to her cheeks the night before still presently seen by the aid of the suns rays that peaked through the blowing drapes across the window. She forced herself up to rest against the flurry of pillows that her hair had been spilt over; rubbing her eyes harshly; grabbing her phone; her eyes squinting as they adjusted to the light.

Rubbing a hand over her face she had finally managed to will herself to stand; her legs momentarily buckling as she moved to steady herself; her hand now tangling into her curls; teasing them as she forced her feet into the slippers that lay at her disposal; and with a deep sigh she forced herself into the bathroom; cursing herself; because Pallavi Sawant had never been a morning person.

When she had emerged; slipping into a pair of black heels she was quick to take her fingers through her hair once more; fluffing them slightly to add a natural volume that she had remembered Amrutha had always said finished a look; and with a solemn look she fixed her watch to her wrist before leaving to stalk down the steps.

The distant sound of heels tapping against the marble floor of his house was what captured Raghav's attention; and when he turned to his wife's presence; he momentarily stood frozen; watching as she strode forth in a black low v cut top, that clung to her breasts like a second skin; the material was not sheer; and was thick enough to provide her with some heat in the chilly morning that Hyderabad greeted them with; and as his eyes trailed down he noticed she had paired the look with an equally form fitting white skirt; black lines outlining it in a distinct square pattern.

Today she had chosen to wear both his colour and her own; and he couldn't help but think how the eclipse looked stunning against her form. His eyes had rushed back to meet hers; outlined with eyeliner and emphasised with mascara; and the eyes he had caught himself getting lost in so many times seemed to invite his death.

But as he peered closer he could faintly detect the slight redness to them; no doubt confirming that she had spent most of the night shedding tears.

His eyes scurried away from the dark shade of red that coated her lips; drinking the protein shake that he had demanded for Rama to place in front of him against his mother and wife's wishes respectively.

Jaya Rao who entered from the other side looked towards her daughter-in-law with a smile; taking her by the hand and seating her next to Raghav who's senses were overpowered by the sweet yet sensual scent on his wife; he continued half absently to flick through a file that had been sitting in the depths of his Den, his eyes half focusing on the words before him as he drunk his shake to lubricate his now dry throat.

And as he felt her eyes rake over his form he had stilled.

Pallavi Raghav Rao sat cursing her husband; cursing the gods above for having chiselled him to perfection; dressed in a black shirt and black suit that hung to his sculptured body she couldn't help her sights as they washed over him.

As usual he had left the top half of his shirt open; his teasing chest that she had once spent many nights upon and marking stood to taunt her; and as she fixed him with a wilting glare she couldn't help the rush of desire that flooded her at the sight of her enemy.

She had always been a sucker for a man in suits and right now she wanted nothing more to gauge her own eyes out.

Jaya Rao noting the sexual chemistry between the married couple coughed lightly to retrieve her children from the thoughts she could see them having and with a teasing smile off her own she had signalled Pallavi to eat and as she did in silence Jaya Rao had found an apt way to force her son and daughter-in-law together for longer than they would be.