SS: The Devil's Game (RiMa) UPDATED PG 11 - Page 7

Incoherent thoughts and dreams ran through her mind in a blur as her eyes flashed opened. The room was dark with only the moonlight from outside coming through. She adjusted to the darkness but her heart was still pounding. Something was wrong, something was always wrong in this mansion.

Then in a rush all the memories of yesterday came back to her. She couldn't believe her husband and his games. She was sick and tried of them. When she thought she had him figured out, he would go do something that would lead her back to the beginning, with no answer.

She wanted to escape this mansion and him, but she knew she couldn't. He would never let her go and of that she was certain. She knew he didn't personally care for her or even like her for the matter. But there was a certain possessive in his eyes when he thought she wasn't looking, but she wasn't sure how deep it was. He probably saw her as his own possession, like a doll to control and play with.

Madhu felt a headache coming along with all these thoughts. She looked around for water by her bedside for her dry throat but stilled when she felt footsteps approaching her door. A second later the devil himself was in front of her. She couldn't see him clearly but she felt his burning gaze on her. She shivered and prepared to sit up feeling vulnerable when he was looming over her.

But before she could, he moved and put a hand on her forehead. He was closer now and the moonlight caressed his face. He was absolutely beautiful, an angel's face given to the devil. And as always his eyes were unreadable and she didn't expect anything else. She couldn't figure him out anyways.

But he seemed harsher now for some reason, she didn't know if it was because of the shadows and moonlight playing with his face. As if he felt all her questions he looked directly into her eyes and then leaned down until there was only an inch separating them. His hand was still on her forehead but it seemed as if it was burning on her skin now.

Her breath caught as he whispered,

"Were you looking for the answers to your million questions in my eyes, baby?"

She was, she always did. But she didn't find any answers; instead a million other questions were made when she looked.

Then he moved again and she forgot to think. His lips skimmed along her jawline up to her ear, leaving goose bumps in his wake, he whispered,

"The answer to those to your million questions would be a million more and I would never give you those answers but..."

She felt his lips by her ear tilt upward and she knew even without looking that he was smirking. Then in a low seductive whisper he continued,

"But perhaps if you beg."

Then he bit her ear and broke the trance that was enchanting her. She gasped and just as quick he let go of her ear.

Madhu's hands moved to shove him but he didn't budge. She was weak and she knew he wouldn't move until he wanted to. But she wanted him to move and wanted it right now. She pushed again and he moved back letting out a low laugh.

She wanted to slap that amused look off his face. How dare he? How dare he tell her to beg? How dare he touch her like that?

She sat up quickly and couldn't help the moan that escaped her. She was dizzy and her whole body felt like lead.

She felt two hands on her shoulders steady her and then lean her back to the pillows now behind her. Once she was settled and everything stopped spinning she slapped his hands away. He let go and turned, to what she thought was leaving her alone but instead he turned on the lights.

Madhu closed her eyes at the sudden brightness then opened them up again to see him watching her with the same intensity as earlier. Before he could speak she did,

"Why...why are you here? To check the damage you caused and gloat about it? Leave. I don't want you here. Get out!"

She screamed the last two words. She was furious with him and herself. She didn't know what came over her, letting him touch her and mess with her again. She didn't want to examine it either. She. Just. Wanted. Him. Gone.

She was glaring at him and he just stood there with no expression on his face. That angered her more, why couldn't he just show some emotion sometimes besides amusement? She didn't think about her next step, she just reacted. She took the nearest object and threw it at his face. He moved lighting quick and blocked it. She took the next object and did the same thing. He blocked it again.

Before she could throw something else he threw all the objects on the side table on the floor with one sweep of his hand. There was a loud crash but she ignored it. Instead she raised her hand to slap him but he grabbed her hand in time.

She struggled and yelled, "Let go!"

He grabbed her hand tighter and moved closer until she was against the pillows.

"Stop acting like a child, throwing objects and having a tantrum. You have a high fever and you need to calm down. You're going to eat then take medicine. Do you understand?"

His authoritative voice registered in her head and all the fight went out of her. He let go of her hand and moved back.

She might hate him, be mad at him and could care less about him but he was right for once. She was tried after her "tantrum", as he put it and her fever was catching up to her.

"Fine. I'll eat and take medicine but without you here. Send one of the maids and leave."

She didn't look up at him. If she did then she'll probably want to fight again and she wasn't up to it in her condition. There was silence for a few minutes when neither of them moved or spoke.

Then RK finally said, "Fine. I'll send the maid."

He moved to leave when Madhu finally realized something. She was wearing his dark blue shirt and, as she looked underneath the blanket, his loose grey sweatpants. Her eyes widened and she blurted out,

"Wait. Who changed my clothes? Don't tell me you...?"

RK turned around and smiled in a way that only mean trouble. He leaned against the doorframe and mockingly shook is head,

"Really, Biwi? Who do you think it could be? Me?"

His eyes roamed over her, from her face downwards to whatever was uncovered. Then he crossed his arms and the air around him changed, the playful RK was gone. What was left was the dominant predator that hid underneath and the possessive man who looked at what was his without any hesitation.

When he spoke this time his voice was low and hard,

"Of course it was me. Did you think I'd allow anyone else to change you? After all you're my wife and I have every right. Don't you ever forget that."

Then with a blink he was gone leaving her to deal with the aftermath.

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(By the way there won't be a RK point of view anymore, or for now. So you wouldn't know what he's thinking throughout unless people really really really want his point of view 😆.)

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