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Mutually Assured Destruction
After Raghav, time seems to move differently. The seasons still come to pass as they always do. But she finds herself at his door again and again, unable (or unwilling, some would whisper) to break free from his orbit.
A bead of sweat trickles down the back of her neck in the oppressive May heat that lingers even as the sun has long since set. Despite her best intentions, she can’t help but pause as she enters his home for the first time, needing a moment to take in the grandeur that surrounds her. Her eyes fall on his larger-than-life photograph, clearly meant to intimidate all who enter his abode. She meets the menacing gaze of The Raghav Rao and straightens her posture in response.
She clutches her lease as she exits the auto, the recent July rains making each step treacherous. But she is slowly finding her footing when it comes to dealing with the ruthless despot in this palace. Each day reveals that there is no bottom to his greed, no limit to his persistence. His fearsome reputation has been earned off the backs of those who have had the misfortune of crossing his path. Her own livelihood is insignificant next to his wealth. But she is not afraid – not of him, not of his power. Not when she means to use it to save her family business.
She shivers in her wet sari, a sudden September downpour earlier in the day catching her by surprise. He gives her a disinterested glance before offhandedly calling for a towel and some hot tea, leaving her standing there fuming over his latest volley in their war game. The towel comes first, and as he offers it to her their fingers brush against each other, once, twice. His dark eyes meet hers and she can’t quite read their depths, doesn’t realize that she’s holding her breath as she tries. His gaze shifts and lingers on the exposed skin of her chest before slowly sliding down. Oh, she thinks, partly in surprise and partly because all other coherent thought has left her. An unfamiliar spark skitters up her spine.
There is a slight chill in the air on the night that she finds him in his makeshift gym. Yet she can see sweat glisten on his bare back as he hammers away at his demons. Despite the brute force on display, there is a certain grace to his body in motion, his swings almost hypnotizing as they slice through the air. He moves as would a caged lion, a formidable beast reduced to peering at his freedom through iron bars that do not bend with even the loudest roar. But any sympathy she may feel is fleeting when he growls at her intrusion. Her pulse quickens as her vision narrows to his wild eyes, his unkempt hair, his heaving chest. And when he prowls towards her she finds herself rooted to the ground, easy prey for the hungry hunter. “What do you want?” he grinds out. She doesn’t realize his feral grin means that he can read the answer in her eyes.
The ancient Greeks spoke of the myth of Icarus, a cautionary tale of a young man who failed to heed his father’s warnings and flew too close to the sun.
But when she tilts her head just so, leaning just a fraction closer, she is not thinking of Icarus, or his father, or hers. And when his eyes drop to her lips, she knows—her world will never be the same.
TBC
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