Guilty Pleasures

54

"Even poison tastes like water at the hands of the one we love."

Raghav's fists had clenched considerable; a deepening scowl adorning his features at the sound of his wife's ringing laughter: his heart thundering with violent thoughts as his fire filled gazed looked upon the man who was now touching his wife's arm as they laughed louder; and as he began to quake in the silence of his anger; his jaw had tightened before he rushed forth; ripping the door from its hinges whilst stalking through within the next minute.

He had watched with a tense breath as she moved to stand from her leaning position: their eyes meeting in a encapsulating moment of sheer anger and possessiveness.

"Raghav?" She breathed out; a breathy undertone escaping her as she looked towards her husband; his darkening aura causing her to gulp whilst causing in a chain reaction: her core to throb with need at the mere spectate of masculinity.

"Wife: what the fuck is he doing here?" He breathed out huskily; yet through the threaded syllables his words were harsh and punctured.

"Mr Rao—"

"I'm talking to my wife. I do not like being interrupted Khanna."

"But Sir—"

"Do remember that I have effective ways of shutting you up permanently Khanna."

Devant seemed to take a step back his own aura darkening in silence whilst Raghav turned back to Pallavi; standing less than a foot a way; and placing his hand on the arm Devant had touched.

"Pallavi." He began looking back into the eyes of his wife that he had caught a look of awe in; but as his sights had shifted back to her he now witnessed a flourishing anger in her eyes: one paralleling his own.

She pushed against his arm roughly; standing in front of Raghav to look to Devant with a now soft smile. One that was used as a facade.

"I'll be in touch Devant. See you." The man had nodded; passing a look to Raghav, who's fists had clenched once more as the husband and wife watched the third party leave: one burning in contempt whilst the other burned in nothing but anger.

Raghav was quick to spin her back; after grabbing her wrist and allowing her weight to crash into his chest: their eyes entangling with each others as their breaths heaved greatly.

"What the fuck was he doing here?" He growled out with more ferocity.

She began to wrestle against him harshly; his punishing grip marring the skin he loved to worship.

"He was here for an interview." She growled back and he had let one slip in warning of her tone.

"Watch your fucking tone wife!" He bit back; and she looked towards him in a regard of disbelief.

"What the hell is wrong with you?" She threw back effortlessly. "Why is it all of a sudden your back to the beast who cannot see things calmly or rationally."

"I don't trust him." Raghav shouted.

"And I don't trust you." She screamed back; watching the way the man her heart craved to call hers recoiled at her words:           yet she had unabashedly continued.

"He has not given either of us a reason to doubt him Raghav—"

"God you're so fucking naïve—"

"No it is called giving people a chance: one that I had given you—"

"Now that's a lie wife. You have always painted me out to be the villain—"

"And when have you ever proved that you're anything but that?!" She lashed out; ignoring the way her mind had skipped  back to the numerous of times he had saved her; the handful of time he had looked at her with something else in his eyes and the one time she was convinced he felt something for the way she did him.