Raghav had carefully planned their hike. He was going to take Pallavi to Fontainebleau Forest, which was a one hour train ride from Paris. It was neither too hard nor too easy, it was a challenging hike but the result would be fruitful in the end after seeing the beautiful panoramic view.
"I think we have to go this way" Raghav looked at his map and then at the boulder he was facing. "I don't think so Raghav. See this path has such a big boulder, we should go this way, it seems worn off so it means other people have gone from here too" Pallavi treaded slowly to the opposite direction and he had no choice than to follow her. Her point seemed logical and she was much experienced than him so he trusted her judgment.
After walking a few miles Raghav halted and sat under a tree to catch his breath. The weather was warmer there so he preferred to sit under the shade. Pallavi also came and sat beside him. He was drinking water and breathing heavily. "What happened Raghav? I think the don of Hyderabad doesn't have as much stamina as he did in his old days?" She mocked him, unknowingly inviting the devil to tea. He was so busy checking her out when she was swaying her body that he had forgotten to breath. Plus, they had been walking for half an hour, they should've reached their destination by now. He wanted to take a break and tell her that when she interrupted him. "Stop being so lethargic Mr. Don. Come on let's go" she stood up and extended him her hand.
He pulled her roughly and she fell above him. A few strands from her hair which were tied in a ponytail fell on her face. Pallavi noticed the delinquent look on his face and knew she had invited trouble. She placed her hand on his chest to support herself from falling sideways on the ground. He cupped her face rashly and his thumb traced her lower lip, she closed her eyes feeling the sensation of his rough hands against her skin. "Oh I have a lot of stamina sweetheart" he switched positions pushing her down and now she was trapped under him. To his surprise, she didn't make any attempt to free herself. She had simply surrendered and without giving her any chance to change her mind he covered her mouth with his and all the words she had in the back of her throat died right then and there.This kiss was not soft at all, it was harsh and rough, full of need and burning desire. She was kissing him back with equal want and passion, the thought of resisting was too irrational to her in that moment so she just gave in. He was kissing her so hard that she had forgotten whose air she was breathing. She moaned his name and parted her lips giving him entrance into her mouth, his tongue tracing every inch of it. Her arms encircled around his neck and tugged on his jacket. She gently pressed his arm and gasped, she was out of breath. Her chest rising and falling with rhythmic motions. Raghav bit her lip before breaking off the kiss. After looking at her flushed face he couldn't help but close the gap between them once again. He could never get enough of her, he knew he had to stop but he couldn't. She wriggled her wrist under his hold yet breathlessly kissed him, he unwillingly stopped his sweet assault and stood up leaving her laying on the ground gasping for breath.
Grasping her neck tightly, without actually choking her completely he warned her, "Don't fu*king tease me. If you provoke me again I'll fu*k you hard until your legs are shaking and you remember just one word and that is my name" With that he left her and walked ahead picking up his backpack. Pallavi licked her lips and could taste him on her, she couldn't help but get turned on by his authoritative tone. 'Did he really say that?' She followed him silently. 'He looked so hot when he said that'.
Raghav rolled his eyes at the person walking beside him, his wife. She sometimes brings out the worst out of him. Patience and softness were never really his forte but he wanted to be patient with her and be soft with her, when she teased him earlier he just lost it and kissed her. 'That was Strike 2 Raghav' he warned himself again. 'This woman will be the death of me'.
"We had been walking in the wrong direction. Now, follow me" He angrily glared at her. His voice sounded dangerous as if he was on the edge. Pallavi stepped back and saw a completely different personality of her husband take charge of the situation. Her husband. She liked the sound of it. She held his bicep for support and asked him to slow down as he paced uphill, although it was just an excuse to touch his muscles which were now pumped up. After walking in silence for another hour they reached the highest point of the forest before sunset and set up camp.Raghav removed his jacket and was just in his black vest now, trying to find a good spot to spread the camping tent. His muscles bulged even more when he was pushing in the stakes for the tent. 'Bless me' She sent a silent prayer to the sky. 'You've already been blessed Pallavi' her inner vixen mocked her 'look at the view you have in front of you. If that isn't a blessing then what is?' Pallavi couldn't help but gawk at the greek god which her husband was. He was well aware of her eyes on him but he was unbothered by that and determined towards finishing his task. 'Don't look at her, Raghav' his inner conscience warned him 'Ignore her' he shut his eyes painfully and turned away to go drink some water. He was afraid if he touched her again he won't be able to stop at just a touch. He needed to maintain distance now but she was making it difficult for him by unknowingly brushing her fingers against his skin, her momentary smiles and her unwavering gaze, so he decided to play with her too. He removed his vest and displayed his well defined body to her.
Pallavi was shamelessly checking him out when he drank water from the bottle and splashed some of it on his face, wetting some of his hair in the process. The droplets of water travelling down his chest to his abdomen and to.... 'Damn just kiss him already?! Her inner minx screamed again bringing her out of her trance. She was distressed by the fact that he was not even looking at her but she was committed to get his attention now. 'Teach him a lesson, Pallavi' she couldn't help but listen to her inner wanton's advice. Pallavi unzipped her jacket and wrapped it around her waist, she was wearing a white tank top underneath it. With a swift motion, Pallavi pulled down the band which tied her hair and they wriggled free forming waves at the ends. Raghav sneakily looked at his wife, he could not believe that she was the same woman who was hesitant to wear anything but a saree. 'She knows how to play' he laughed inwardly. She normally walked up to him and when they were just inches apart she took her own sweet time to tease him, taking the water bottle from his hand she walked away not once looking back at him. He had been left wanting more of her strawberry scent. He had tasted his own medicine now, 'Control Raghav!' He clenched his fist and took a deep breath.
The sky soon turned into shades of red and yellow as they both sat down on the picnic cloth to witness the beautiful sunset. "Today was perfect" Pallavi confessed, "Thank you Raghav". At that moment the almost dim rays of the dying sun were piercing through her hair, her face almost appeared golden and her greyish eyes were even more highlighted. She looked ethereal to say the least. "Yes, Perfect" he agreed entwining their hand together, placing a kiss on hers.
She stretched the curve of her neck and yawned, shifting closer to him she rested her head on his bare chest. He had seen many sunsets but this one he was going to cherish forever. She flicked her hair away from her face and closed her eyes, for gestures as such one falls in love for a lifetime. 'I love you' he repeated inside his head. 'More than you will ever know' he caressed her face.
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Fragile Hearts
FanfictionWhat is love? Is it passion? Is it pain? Is it joy? Is it grief? Well, if you asked Raghav Rao he would say it was all of these things. On some days it is the tears in the corner of your eyes, the lump in your throat and that hollow feeling in your...