Fan Fiction: A Jealous Rage! Chapter One

                                              

                                                The Introduction

The Master: Distinguished and sophisticated with a charismatic presence, he was tall, handsome, and slightly larger but a well refined multi billionaire.  Tonight he was wearing his Savile Row tuxedo with a black bow tie hastily pulled around his neck. His pristine white Armani shirt was unbuttoned at the collar, exposing slightly fine chest hair, while his forehead glistened with specks of perspiration making his lover go crazy in lust.  Anger clouded his fair face, each step taken in his beautifully crafted handmade Italian leather shoes, vibrated with dread of fear. He was a sight like no other, a sight that set his wife on fire.

The Mistress: She was a beautiful perfection, medium in height, slender in built and generously filled out in all the right proportions.  She had eyes too scorch her lover’s heart and soul, luscious lips that beckoned to be kissed just by him.  Her long tresses of hair were curled into silky locks cascading onto the side of her shoulder.  She was draped in a soft flowing white chiffon sari designed by the famous young Indian designer, Natasha Kapoor herself, who took the Indian fashion world to new heights.  The creation she wore was enriched with silver Swarovski crystals; her bare back was open for any eye to admire. She walked with elegance and grace, her hips swaying ever so gently. Her feet were encased in sliver heeled Manolo Blahnik sandals. She was a vision like no other, a vision that set her billionaire husband on fire.

Chapter One

Tonight there was a different feel in the air, the night sky of Mumbai felt eerie, dreading the silence that breezed in, the gentle rustling of the wind swayed to complete stillness as it braced itself, in anticipation of a lovers tiff that was about to erupt.   He was a raging bull the billionaire man, Ram Kapoor was on fire.  Nobody could be spared from a lover’s wrath who knew no limits, it turned him inside out, boiling like a volcanic spew ready to explode.

 Kapoor Mansion was a magnificent home of the Kapoor Family, built in a rich exclusive area in the South of the city.  Normally it was a paradise filled with so much love of Ram & Priya Kapoor they touched each other like no other, sometimes even making the earth blush in their night time rendezvous of a lovers union. Tonight however Kapoor Mansion was on edge closing its ears off, as its master and mistress entered. The deadly night sky warning it, A Jealous Rage! Had stepped in to let loose, a tyrant. 

Ram walked into the house while Priya silently followed him, her expensive heels tapping on the marble floor as she slowly walked behind him.  Suddenly he stopped and turned savagely on her, his eyes blazing with anger as he questioned her. When were you going to tell me? She looked at him confused and asked, tell you what?  His eyes flaring, when were you going to tell me about your relationship with Nikhil Advani? Priya was struck dumbfounded, her jaw dropped in shock, while his eyes seethed into her.  

Finding the confidence within herself, she said, there is nothing to say, Nikhil and I were just college friends, we had a group of friends that hung out together but then Nikhil's family relocated to New York and we lost touch.  I have not seen or spoken to him since he moved away, In fact tonight was the first time we unknowingly met at the party, that’s all it was, there is nothing more to it’.  Ram was restless and prowling; it certainly looked like he knew you very well, in fact too well? 

Off course he knew me well, she was annoyed by his line of questioning and firmly said we were friends, just friends so please Ram don’t make an issue of it.  Oh, just friends he asked, lifting his eyebrows into a questioning look and I must not make an issue of it, he repeated. His expression changed to a more frightening look,  so you both where just “friends, friends that touched”  He tried to get this around his head and it drove him mad. 

Walking threateningly towards her, she stepped slowly back, slightly afraid by his menacing look, her tears of anger threatening to spill from her beautifully kohled eyes. She could not believe what he was insinuating, was he tired or just delusional, she knew he was working long hour’s maybe it was his lack of sleep that made him behave this way, unreasonable.  Finding some more courage, she spoke, I am tired and I do not want to listen to your childish behavior, I told you Nikhil and I were friends, just friends, so accept it and leave it alone I am going to bed, she turned like the queen she was and began to walk up the impressive stairway.  

Ram was infuriated by her audacity, grabbing hold of her hand he yanked her forward and she came tumbling into his arms. He gripped her waist to steady her, touching his nose against hers, my childish behavior, he asked?  Backing her up against the balustrades, you tell me he was just a friend, yet you let him touch you, the venom in his voice sent a chill down her spine. She tried to get out of his embrace by twisting and turning her body but he refused to let her go. Clenching her hands into fists she bravely looked him in the eye and asked, when did I do that?

When you goddamn danced with him, that's when, he yelled pushing her right up against the balustrades.  His one hand securing her around the waist while the other encircling her neck as he bent her slightly over, her throat was exposed to him, ready to wring her neck he raged on you let him touch you, he touched what’s mine. Gritting his teeth he said, no one but no one touches what belongs to me Mrs Priya Ram Kapoor, do you understand that, he emphasized each part of her name so that nothing could be missed out of who she belonged to.

Her lips quivered with fright of what he was going to do next, the warmth against her throat engulfing her slowly.  He was still in a livid rage, that fucking bastard had his hand on your bare back, jerking her into his body he ran his finger tip along the length of her spine, his touch sent a cold nervous chill in her. I will kill any man who touches you, who dares to touch my wife like this.  His hand brought intense heat against her skin as he touched her roughly, this is mine, you are mine baby, and don’t you ever damn forget that?  Unleashing his anger he plunged his lips harshly against hers. She was helpless clutching his shoulders for dear life, as he was out of control in rage.

 He kissed her brutally with enough demand to show her his ownership and when he finally came up for some air their eyes locked into each other.  Their breathing was rapid as he brushed his thumb against her bruised lips, his enraged desire for her evident of what he was going to inflict on her. In the mean time Ram's younger brother, Rishab had entered the house, he was carefree and a chilled out university student and right now he was unaware of what was happening in the house.  Whistling to himself, he came to an abrupt halt seeing the vision of his bhai and bhabhi at the bottom of the stairs. Oops he said closing his eyes, looks like something is going on here, he joked.  

Ram immediately dropped his hands away from Priya, turning around he faced his younger brother who was grinning from ear to ear.  Ram was fuming, at the same time Priya was embarrassed with the thought of what Rishab was thinking; she quickly tried to look away.  Pissed off at the interruption, Ram said to Rishab, wipe that silly grin of your face, is this the bloody time for you to come home?  Rishab was taken aback by the question, sorry Bhai he stammered while trying to explain, I was at my friend’s house. You have exams around the corner  what the hell are you doing at your friends house, he questioned him as he came threateningly closer to Rishab, who quickly stepped back, actually bhai I was studying with my friends, we had a group study session this evening.

Ram glared at Rishab I don’t care what study session you have or whatever it is you do these days I want you home studying and this time Rishab bear this in mind he wagged his finger to command, you better be prepared if your results drop so help you my boy, I will not spare you.  Rishab looked at him confused and then to Priya silently questioning her with his eyes, what’s up with bhai now.  Priya gave him a reassuring smile.  Ram was furious at Priya and now at his brother’s interruption, his anger drove him to a point that he was ready to do something crazy; turning away he glared at Priya before storming into his office, shutting the door with such force that the bang of the door echoed into all corners of the house.  Bhabhi I am so sorry I did not mean to interrupt. No Rishab its ok Priya tried to calm him please just ignore your bhai he’s just having one of his bad days,   she was feeling guilty the way Ram had unleashed his anger on Rishab because she knew how much he adored his siblings.  Trying to change the topic she asked Rishab, how did your study session go?   It was fine Bhabhi; I even managed to complete my assignment today. 

Looking at Priya still curious and unsure if all was actually fine, he asked, Bhabhi are you sure you ok? She smiled at him off course Rishab I am totally fine but just very tired.  I know it’s late but Bhabhi please can I ask you a favor, please.  Off course she said and he asked would you check my assignment to see if there are any errors, I have to submit it tomorrow.  She was quite disturbed from what happened between Ram and her, yet she knew she could not refuse Rishab because she herself spent lots of time tutoring him.  Looking at his assignment she briefly skimmed through, showing him a few changes that needed to be made, ruffling his hair she yawned I am tired now, you go complete these changes, I am going to bed. Before she went to her room she turned and said by the way Rishab I am absolutely sure you going to get an excellent mark on your assignment so well done I am very proud of you.  Rishab was chuffed, she was the best bhabhi in the whole wide world, in-fact she over spoilt him and he loved every moment of it. 

Priya walked into her room dazed from the onslaught of Ram, what just happened, she thought, unable to get over the anger she witnessed from him which there was no reason for.  She went into the bathroom to wash and change into her night wear, her arms felt a bit tender and she could still feel the heat from Ram’s hands around her neck, that intense moment freaked her out.  She knew Ram was in a crazy mood but in her heart she knew that he could never physically harm her.  Deciding to go to bed immediately, she got in, hoping to be asleep so that she could avoid any further confrontation with him. Glancing at the clock it was 1.30AM, closing her eyes she dozed off into a deep confused sleep.

 Ram on the other hand was slummed in his office sitting on his chair; his head was leaning against the headrest, his eyes closed, while holding an empty glass in his hand, an open bottle of Jack Daniels stood on the table. His hair was disheveled, carelessly his suit jacket and bow tie was thrown on the floor.  In her sleep Priya was trying to snuggle close to the warmth of him, reaching out to touch him but all she could feel was the fine Egyptian cotton sheet, between her fingers.  It felt different and strangely bare; she woke up looking at the empty space next to her.  Reaching for her phone it was 3.00 AM, she wondered where Ram was and then she remembered the scene from just a few hours ago.

Getting out of bed, she put on her matching chiffon wrap to go in search of Ram. She found him in his disheveled state asleep in his home office, sitting in his chair with the strong smell of alcohol reeking in the room. Bringing a quilt she covered him, while she took the glass out of his hand.  He stirred in his sleep as he went on to snore, very gently she ran her fingertips through his hair, leaning close to him she whispered you are the only man who has touched me Ram Kapoor, just you, nobody else and nobody ever will.  Running an index finger along his nose she gently kissed his forehead, I love you.  She smiled to herself, yes he was impossible at times but she loved him even more. 


 Turning away, she picked up his jacket from the floor taking it with her as she went to sit on the leather couch and lovingly watch him sleep.  He looked so innocent that she would forgive him of anything. Her heart melted so much with longing for him as the sweet music to her ears right now was his snoring, she giggled to herself, loving him so much more.  Every breath, every part of her being belonged only to him and she just hoped by the time he woke up, he would be reasonably sensible and calm…