Vodka on the rocks

Drabble - 1 [Ft. Raghvi]

Raghav moaned pitifully into the white kerchief he had pressed to his eyes the moment Pallavi entered his study, slamming the door with all the might possessed in her slender frame. 

"Raghav Rao!!!"

She bellowed ignoring the full body shudder he emitted and a little squeak of agony he let out at the high pitched sound. 

"Not today... Pallavi... please..."

Raghav whispered looking as miserable as he was feeling. Pallavi cocked an eyebrow and meaningfully clicked her sharp sandals to make maximum sound on the floor while tossing her massive handbag aiming to topple the glass paperweight on the floor which it did and shattered noisily and then slammed her palms down on the table with all her might.

The so called Terror of Hyderabad for the first time since she had known him, let out a sound she didn't know he was capable of making. He lurched forward and buried his head in his shaking hands dropping the kerchief on the table and whimpered like a slaughtered rabbit. 

She knew exactly what had happened and repressed the tiny part of herself which was feeling sorry for him viciously till only the vindicated rage remained. 

"You cheated! You two timing bastard! You knew very well that collaborating with the Saxenas would have been my biggest gig. I would have easily covered the losses and won the challenge so you intentionally poked your Pinocchio like nose in my business and had the deal cancelled!"

"How dare you!!!"

She screamed right on his contorted face pleased with the way he turned a nasty shade of green. 

"Do not.... throw your inability to hold onto your clients as my machinations... Had he been convinced by your venture he... wouldn't have cancelled the deal..."

Raghav managed to speak between incoherent pauses. Pallavi glared at him with such intensity that she could have burned him to ashes with just her gaze. 

"Oh! Now its my incapability! So you didn't suddenly made a deal with him and put a clause which forced him to accept the saree orders from the Aurelia's ?"

"...I ... had to... get.. a client for..... paying for the newest branch office abroad.... and... Saxena.. was the only person willing to.... pay that much... The secondary clause was a given... Jayathi Jewels had partnered for the wedding trousseau with Auralia's.. for.. an outstanding contract... so I had to... he could've refused... had you been the better choice.. but obviously you weren't... so... "

Pallavi picked up the brass figurine kept aesthetically on top of his polished heavy wood mahogany desk and slammed it with enough force to rattle the massive glass windows at the side. Raghav's face morphed into an alarming shade of white and he leaped out of his chair, where he was crumpled sideways and ran into the adjoining washroom.

"Very nice excuses! Admit it! You did it so that I won't get it! Saxena's aren't the only ones who could have paid for your deal. I read the papers alright? The Ahuja's are also looking for designers their niece's wedding. They are twenty times more wealthy. So please.. Don't take me for an illiterate fool!"

She smirked hearing the painful retching noises from the washroom. Raghav came back after a few minutes, his black robe wrinkled, face still unnaturally pallid, smelling of his hastily sprayed on cologne, glaring at her weakly. 

Pallavi gave him a most innocent yet frosty look even as her senses started to play it's usual deceitful havoc having gotten a lungful of his musky fragrance. 

"Don't you know, smelling strong scents will increase the hangover?"

She asked coolly as he dropped on his chair, wincing slightly holding his head with a hand and opted to glare at her stonily again.