Fragile Hearts

Chapter 10

Author's Note:
Hey Guys! Thanks for showering so much love for the story. However I would really appreciate if you could leave some comments because theu really motivate me to write more.

Apart from that, I recently learned that the show is going off air. It hurts me to let go of one of the most magical pairing I have seen. I will be staying active regardless and will write more stories on Raghvi.

Enjoy the chapter! Here you go. ❤️

Pallavi blinked her eyes open, her lips parted and cheeks flushed red when she saw him sleeping like a baby on her naked bosom. Her expression grew a bit pale when she recalled the events of last night. Despite the differences between them he had sought comfort in her arms and she too had shamelessly given in the desire to be his. It wasn't her fault though, she could barely ever think straight when his fingers made contact with her skin let alone when his lips devoured hers.

Raghav did not know what else to do, the tears at the corner of her eyes hurt him. He had went overboard in his vile attempt to humiliate her but unknowingly he found himself in the balcony of their room standing behind her as she blankly stared at the sky. His hands wound around her waist making random patterns as she purred in response and cocooned in the warmth of his chest. He wondered if he would have ever done this if he were sober. He kissed her ardently and picked her up in his arms before placing on the bed delicately.

Pallavi knew that he was intoxicated but she no longer had the courage to push him farther. There was already enough distance between them even though figuratively their bodies merged together leaving no space for even air to pass when he kissed her. She was too engrossed in him to realise they were stripped of their clothes and tangled in their skins. When he initially thrust inside her she felt a sudden urge to confess that she loved him. She did not know why but she felt like putting it out in the open but all she could manage to speak was his name.

Her moans were suppressed in the back of her throat and she clung to him for her dear life as he took her to a realm where pain and pleasure resided together. Never had she felt more in love with her husband then at that moment, his broad figure hovering over her, body weight resting on his elbows, his gold chain falling just above the clavicle of her neck creating a cold sensation, his eyebrows were threaded together in annoyance as a loose strand of his curly hair tickled his forehead which was now all sweaty. She kissed him, purely out of love because any words said in that moment could never have been perfect.

"Pallavi..." his eyes bore a different emotion now. He just realised what had conspired amongst them, in his intoxicated state he had neglected their circumstances and made love to her and he felt anything but regret because in that moment he realised he will never be able to not love her, he will never be capable of hating her no matter how hard he tried. "I am sorry" he peeled himself away from her and rested his back against the bed rest and combed his hair back with his rough hands. "This changes nothing" he declared stoically. Pallavi gripped his arm and pushed him down beside her. She knew he was feeling a myriad of emotions so restrained from asking anything even though it pained her to hear those harsh words from him she remained mum. "Shhh I'm not leaving you, no matter what" she snaked her arms around his shoulders and he nuzzled in the crook of her neck and dozed off within minutes.

Pallavi knew that things will be hard henceforth, she will have to earn his trust back. He loved her and there was no doubt in that all she had to do was break down the walls he had built around himself. She slightly pushed his weight off from her body, placing a soft kiss on his forehead she left to get ready as she didn't want to be late for her first day at work.

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It was early afternoon when Raghav woke up, his arms searched for a source of warmth and upon not finding HER he groaned in frustration. Clenching the sheets in his hands he got up, only to unleash his wrath on the vase kept on the bedside table. He blankly stared at the shattered pieces of the glass and reminisced her words 'I am not leaving'. He mused at the atrocities he had faced at the hands of his wife, she always tends to do the opposite of what she says. It was like he knows her in one moment yet in the other he doesn't. He also laughed at his own foolishness to have trusted her words again.