Guilty Pleasures

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Author's note: hey guys! Hope you're okay. Just before we get into this I feel like I just need to say that this is SLOWBURN. Perhaps I should have made that clearer. My bad. But I'll enforce that RaghVi in this story is endgame. It's just going to take a bloody long time to get to it and even then it won't necessarily be "happy." I'm a sucker for angst 🤷‍♀️

"You will never know the pain until you look into the eyes of someone you love and they look away..."

She was a sight to behold. Her curled hair in a framed frenzy, dancing around her hair wildly, her eyes depicting the remnants of her tears whilst her face paved their trail down her cheeks. Her mascara had smudged at the corners of her eyes, yet your attention fellow readers would have been on her clenched fist.

Her knuckles had turned sickly white, and the pain of her nails digging into her palm did nothing to break the pain she seemed to suffocate in once more.

She wanted the rapt knocking to stop, her hands pressing to her ears as she shook her head with a definitive no. One her husband could not see above the wooden doors. She could hear it in his voice; the sheer anger, and she was left wondering what she could have done this time to awaken him once more. A tired sigh escaping her lips.

Part of her knew her fear had been awakened; but her tiredness towards everything was the true reason why her steps remained secured. Wanting nothing more than to leave her looming reality and escape into a fantasy she held dear to her heart. A makeshift world of self-peace.

The knocking, turned into harsh thuds, and her gaze was forced to lock onto the wooden timbers once more. The jittering of the hinges, held her in place and when her door had finally come down a gasp escaped her almost immediately.

His eyes were wild, and she could have sworn that underneath his dark orbs, a flash of red depicted that she was in fact in the presence of the alpha. Her eyes faltered, as he rushed forth, holding only a distance of mere foot steps between them.

She felt something land at her feet, but her eyes flew to his instead of looking down, and a shudder passed through her. An instinct long acquainted to the fact that she was in danger.

"What the fuck is this?!" He snarled, and her body tensed at his tone, her rationale leaving her body, her mind jumping into an array of madness.

"Pallavi." He warned, and her eyes moved down to the things her eyes had barely glossed over. She crouched down, and her eyes were set on fire at the spillage of the contents from the file she had complied against him, the USB laying damaged amidst the chaos.

"What the fuck is this?" He asked again, and she knew better than to wait to respond, for the tense lines drawn against his forehead told her he was mere moments away from losing all sense of rationale.

"Exactly what it looks like husband." Her tone was mocking, and she knew it was brave. She turned to allow her back to face him, her hand clutching tightly at the ends of her pallu.

"It's a file outlining the dirt in your business. It's evidence of the dealings you part take in to secure your empire." She took a step forward.

"It's the truth."

She was turned around and pushed back into the wall. His grip was harsh and punishing, yet her face betrayed nothing but calmness.

"Do you have any idea of what you've done?!" He shouted.

"I have done nothing." She threw back, pushing his chest harshly.

"I have not done a single thing yet Raghav, besides calculate my time and sort through evidence to use. You took a single second to destroy everything from the moment you gathered something to use against me. That file has been sitting at the bottom of my draw, in a safe, you cannot accuse me of anything when my tools are yet to be utilised. You cannot accuse me of anything when I looked at the situation in front of me and decided that the best way to act for the time being was to put my revenge on the back burner."