BEHADD

Sattaees

Just for your information this book is rated mature for two reasons, one gore and violence and the second sexual themes. Anyone uncomfortable should skip those chapters...

Rudra 

I don't like when I have to hide something from her. But it's for her best. And for mine. I am selfish, I can't stand a chance to lose her, her walking away from me wound only make me... Lose my remaining sanity.

Am I too bad? I don't care. All I care about is... Keeping her with me, like a possession or my wife doesn't matter.

She was looking at my scars but I didn't question, it would've backfired on me. I would've refused to answer her, and she would've been pissed again. She looks cute when she's angry, but I've noticed another thing, she can't remain angry for too long.

I think the longest she did was a day, to be precise twenty two hours. That was when she first suspected my second life, she asked but I refused and she didn't talk to me for a day.

She's a pure soul too pure for this world, let alone my world.

It was Monday and I was waiting for the clock to strike eight just to see her face once again. Although I had dropped her home last night at one, I was impatient to see her again. This was my condition since the past month.

Hours felt like days when I wasn't with her and minutes felt like seconds when I was with her. This was serious issue, but I didn't have any consultant to ask about this, neither do I wish to tell anyone about my growing weakness.

Weakness. 

I didn't let this impact my work though, I used to divert my attention anyhow. But her thoughts were always lurking in my mind. She is what I crave, what I want, what I need.

The elevator door buzzes and I sigh. There comes my wife. Her scent engulfs me and she steps inside and gets herself seated on her seat.

Today, for the first time, she was wearing a deep neck dress. Ever since she joined she had wore high neck or turtle necks, it was to hide the proof of our marriage, but today she was wearing it around her wrist. I could clearly see her collarbone and her moles.

I so wanted to kiss her ...everywhere. 

To make her mine, to kiss her every mole and leave behind marks so that everyone knows she belongs to me. But I controlled my carnal desires.

I was going insane and this was all because of her.

"Mr. Rudra your meeting is in ten-", her sweet voice interrupted my not so good thoughts.

"Hm", I managed to speak. She was busy on her computer typing some mails when I got up abruptly making her flinch at the sound.

There's this itchy feeling I get when she ignores me while all I do is think about her. It makes me restless and I don't like being at discomfort.

"Tell me", I demand, "why are you so indifferent when it comes to me?"

" Uh? I don't understand Mr. Rudra? "

"Oh? Really? First off... Don't call me "Mr. Rudra" when we are alone! Second, don't ignore me!", I sounding like a child, a spoiled brat, someone immature. I didn't know when I pinned her on her chair and got too close.

"Mr. Rudra this is-"

Before she could utter the bullshit I smashed my lips on hers.

It was so long, so damn long since I had a taste.