Rishi and Lakshmi One-Shot Compilation

Protective and Possessive (M)

⚠️🔞 — this chapter contains mature scenes in detail. Please do not read if this may trigger or offend you, where the mature scene starts later in the one shot has been marked in bold.

He stands with his brother, barely interested in the conversation that his clients seem to trap them within.

His focus is all over the place, and as his wife's laughter rings out he finds himself slipping into the distractions again.

His gaze shifts haphazardly, almost cautiously to where she stands dressed in an emerald green western dress that she looks nothing less than a vision in.

His eyes are unrelenting as he takes her in for the hundredth time that very night, and with it he takes a heavy breath that almost catches in his throat.

His brother at his side, shoots him a concealed look that is far from discreet in front of the clients that still converse animatedly about their next deal.

But his distraction is drawn out considerably  and as his eyes continue to rake over her goddess like form of his wife, his heart thunders with a darkening desire for her.

She parts from the women she had been standing and conversing with, her luscious legs that he can remember wrapped around his waist the night before exposed through the deep slit of her dress. His eyes falter as they move up her curves and as his eyes meet hers she passes him a smirk that looks seductively perfect.

The look beacons for him to come to her, and at the sight his feet move with a half hearted excuse to the clients he ditches in his brother's company.

His wife, however in her playful mood that he cannot wait to match, turns around to flash him her exposed back walking away from him with an exaggerated sway of her hips.

He shakes his head fondly but before he can trek the same movements she has taken he is greeted with his father's long time friend. He settles with a polite smile on his face, converses sharply whilst trying and failing to locate her.

His hand comes to rest in the pocket of his trousers, the other taking the flute of sparkling sprite that the waiter offers him. His blazer rises slightly with the motion across his shoulders and as he brings the glass to his lips, he sips the liquid in hopes to cool down.

He nods along to the conversation he becomes trapped within, but as his brother comes up back at his side he considers executing another plan of escape. His brother however perhaps annoyed at his previous success in ditching him, places an arm over his shoulders to keep him in place. He passes him a glare as he smiles innocently and as they turn back to his father's friend no longer interested in the topic of conversation they attempt to maintain a facade of civility.

It soon goes to hell when he sees his wife, the vixen that she is walk past him with his sisters. She looks back as if she times it perfectly and as she winks softly he thinks he has all but had enough of her teasing for the night.

His father and mother stand alongside their daughter-in-law introducing her to long time clients and family friends. She thrives on it, interacts in a way he can only attribute to her and as she speaks with underlying conviction he realises that people around them too fall in love with her. Perhaps deeper than he would like.

His sister, in her desperation for some form of entertainment for this godforsaken fundraiser, demands for a dance to take place, in so many words. His father casts his sister a half disapproving look but he does not have the time to delve into it nor squash the rising conflict that emerges.

Not when his wife is being approached by a man he cannot even remember the name of.  She is hesitant at first, looks to his parents for permission and he wants to shout when they give it as if he isn't standing a fraction of a meter away. As if she isn't his fucking wife. He curses rather loudly under his breath, and when his brother looks at him in mild shock, his father's friend is mirroring it.