Os IshRa (Ishita & Raman) - Gunja Sa hai koi Iktara!!

Hello Friends,

I've written OS and SS in other Forum. First time, I've attempted to write on IshRa.. Hope you'll like it.. Your feedback will be anticipated..

Thanks,

Namy

The Os continues after Parmeet defends Ishita and reveals the truth about Dubai Fiasco' to Bhalla family..

Gunja Sa Hai Koi Iktara!!

Raman paced back and forth in his bedroom.. He knew he needed to apologize to Ishita for his behavior.. After knowing the entire truth from Parmeet's mouth, he'd spent whole night wrestling with guilt. After the night of total sleep deprivation, strain was taking its toll. He needed to get over with this apology so that he could concentrate on his work. He massaged his forehead and muttered to himself, "Raman, you can do it.. You just need to utter five simple letters "S.O.R.R.Y". that's it!!" He sighed," Han par woh jaansi ki rani ko sorry bolna itna easy bhi toh nahi hai. Damn.."He grumbled and ran his hand through his hair.

Ishita entered in the bedroom and she heard him grumbling something inaudible to himself. She mumbled, "Kaisa aadmi hai yeh!! Khud se baat karne ka time hai.. Par yeh nahi k ek baar has k Sorry' bol de. Ravan Kumar.. Huh.." She gritted her teeth in an annoyance and walked inside the bedroom in a huff..

Raman, oblivious of her presence, turned abruptly and took a hurried step towards bedroom door.. Unaware of each other's sudden moves, they banged into each other. Impulsively, Raman clasped her his arm protectively preventing her from falling.. Ishita grabbed his shirt in a quick reflex. Time stood still for a moment as his eyes drowned into her innocently-anxious gaze.. He felt a twinge at his heart and it unnerved him. He uttered an oath and steadied her.

"Damn.. Tum dekh k nahi chal sakti?" He spoke darting a steely glance at her.

Ishita looked at him in disbelief. "Dekh k toh aap bhi nahi chal rahe the" She retorted in an even tone.

"Samne se tum aa rahi thi.. Main nahin."

"Han toh aap ko kya lagta hai, muje aap se takrane ka bohot shaukh hai?"

Raman glared at her," Listen, I don't want to argue with you and spoil my morning."

"As if I am really interested in arguing with you and spoil my entire DAY!! I've had enough of your tantrums in these past few days." She snapped back.

Raman gritted his teeth angrily and retorted, "Why don't you use your brain before you utter nonsense? Yahan mai tumse So... " He stopped himself and raked his hand through his hair. "Forget it..." He grumbled angrily.

Ishita was very furious at his attitude.. She couldn't believe the nerve of this man. He had humiliated her enough in these past few days still he had no regrets. "Heartless Ravan Kumar.." She grumbled angrily.

"What did you just say?"Raman inquired heatedly.

"I said I really don't understand you.. Jab bhi lagta hai k tum woh nahi ho jo upar se dikhte ho... tabhi tum kuchh aisa kar dete ho jis se meri soch ekdum se badal jati hai.. "

"What do you think, I really care what you think of me?" Raman sneered.

She stepped forward and poked a finger in his chest," No. Mr. Raman Bhalla I don't think you care for anyone's sentiments. You insulted me in front of your family and my parents. You manhandled me and threatened me to throw out from your house.. And even after knowing the entire truth, you don't have tiniest dignity to apologize to me for your ridiculous behavior."

Dignity!! His eyes narrowed with fury," Don't you dare to accuse me like that.. Adhi raat ko ghar pe TUM aa rahi thi.. Baar baar puchne pe bhi koi explaination dene se manaa TUM kar rahi thi..aur ab tum muje... "

Ishita cut him off and spoke lividly," See, this is your problem.. You'll never accept your mistakes. Instead, you will start blaming others. Your ego, your attitude, your arrogance are more important to you than relations. Maine aaj tak aapse nahi puchha k aap ki aur Shagun ki shaadi kaise tooti. Muje yeh bhi nahi pataa k aap k apne hi bete aaditya ne aap k.. aap k sath rehne se kyo manaa kar diya. Par kabhi kabhi lgta hai k..."

Heard Adi's' name from her mouth, Raman's throat ached with the need to roar, "Stop it right now. Don't go there. I am warning you." He spoke in threatening whisper.

Ishita shivered at his tone of voice but she didn't budge, "Bas yahi aata hai aap ko.. Gussa karna.. daranaa.. Ya toh chillana.. Ta ki koi bhi aap se kuchh puchh nahi sake.. Aap se kuchh expect nahi kar sake.. Aap na hi khud khush reh sakte ho.. Na hi kisi aur ko khush kar sakte ho."

He was trying with all his might to control his fierce temper but her accusation sent his temper to the breaking point. He grabbed her wrist and pulled her. "Not another word, ISHITA." Pain wrestled with anger as he continued, "I told you not to go there, damn it.. You know nothing about me.. and you know nothing about Adi as well.. Stay out of it.. "His eyes blazed with fury, his throat ached.

He gripped her hand more tightly in rage and Ishita cried out in a panic "Aah.."

Raman followed her gaze. He saw one of her bangle broke into two pieces and a tinge of blood on her wrist.

Horrified, he loosened his grip. Abruptly, Ishita jerked away her hand and checked her wrist.. She found just a tiny bruise but it wasn't bleeding. Anxiously, her eyes fell on Raman's hand. Blood was oozing out from his palm.

"Ayyo Murgan!! Your hand! " She whispered in alarm. Raman followed her gaze again and found a nasty cut on his palm.

Ishita reached for his hand but he pulled away. Worry reflected in her eyes and it unsettled him. His eyes lifted to her face. He saw shattering tenderness in her eyes.. She noticed dark anger mingled with pain in his gaze.

"Raman,y..your palm is bleeding. Let me have a look at it." She spoke concernedly.

She was looking at him with such a tender innocent eyes that his breath caught in his throat. Why the heck she was worried for him now.. as if she really cared for him.. First she hurt him with her nasty words and now she was concerned for his wound..And why the heck she was looking at him like that.. He never needed anyone's empathy in his life, did he?? This thought scared the hell out of him. Instantly he turned and strode out of room, not even sparing another glance at her.

Puzzled, Ishita stared at his rigid back as he left the room. She felt like running behind him and shook him up. "Tumhari problem kya hai, Raman?" She whispered lividly.

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It was past 10 pm and still Raman hadn't come back home.. Ishita tucked Ruhi into bed..and kissed her temple," Good night, my angel."

As she was about to get up from bed, Ruhi grabbed her hand, "Ishi maa, aap ko ek baat batani thi.. Aap ko pata hai kal raat bhai ki B'day Party mai kya hua?"

Ishita smiled at her and ruffled her hair, "Muje pata hai k meri Ruhi ne party me Bhai k sath bohot maze kiye.. Aur... Ishi maa ko bohot miss kiya. Hain na??" Ishita tickled her and Ruhi giggled.

"Aur, Adi ne Ruhi ko bola hoga k use Ruhi ka gift sab se best laga." Ishita smiled but Ruhi didn't smile back. Instead here face turned little pale.

Ishita hugged her tightly and asked softly, "Kya hua mere baby ko? Bhai ko meri Ruhi ka gift pasand nahi aaya?"

Ruhi's shook her head. " Ishi Maa, muje nahi pata. Bhai ne gift ko khol k dekha bhi nahi.." Ruhi stopped for a moment and started again, " Ishi Maa, muje woh lumbu uncle bilkul pasand nahi." Then she told Ishita everything about last night's party..

"Aap ko pata hai Ishi maa, bhai toh papa ko cake khilana bhi bhool gaya tha.. Fir maine ja k papa ko cake khilaya aur papa ne muje yahan kissi di." She poked her little finger to her left cheek and smiled blissfully.

"Ishi maa, papa abhi tak ghar kyo nahi aaye?" Ruhi inquired suddenly.

Ishita looked at her dumbfound. Her emotions started turning loose. She recalled their morning spat. Now she was certain that there was an undeniable pain in Raman's voice when he'd asked her not to talk about Adi.. and his ex wife.. It all started making sense now. Why Raman got so furious at the mention of Adi'.. He was so right when he said she knew nothing about him.. about Adi.. about his past relationship with his ex wife and Adi..

"Ishi maa, aap bataa kyo nahi rahi papa kab ghar aayenge?" Ruhi shook her.

Ishita felt disoriented and her throat chocked. She swallowed and smiled faintly, "Umm.. Ruhi.. Papa ko office mai kuchh kaam aa gaya hoga.. Ab na Ruhi jaldi se so jayegi.. Kal school bhi toh jana hai na? nahi toh papa gussa ho jayenge." Ishita kissed her temple and ruffled her hair tenderly.

Ruhi smiled back lovingly at her Ishi mom.. "Oky Ishi Maa.. Par papa jab bhi aaye un se kehna.. Ruhi ne papa ko good night kissi di hai." She kissed Ishita's cheek and closed her eyes.

Ishita's eyes welled with tears of distress.

*****

It was 20 minutes past midnight, Ishita tried Raman's number again.. She had lost count of how many times she'd dialed his number.. Still his number was out of reach..

"Kaha hai yeh, Raman? Hey Murgana, please bring him home safe and sound." She prayed and slouched down on the couch. She lay motionless on the couch for an hour recalling their argument. Finally, the accumulated pressure of the day took its toll and she sunk into slumber.

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Ishita stirred in her sleep as she felt a feather light touch on her wrist. Dreamily, she opened her eyes and found Raman sat on the floor beside the couch. His thumb gazed her bandaged wrist' and he muttered softly, " I am sorry.. for this.."

Startled, she got up, swinging her legs to the floor. While doing that, her legs hit him on his head. Raman grasped awww' rubbing his head.

"Ek din mai aur kitna marogi?" His voice blurred when he spoke.

Ishita crouched down beside him, "R..Raman.. T..tum.. umm.." She stammered and cleared her throat. "Tumne wapas sharab pi hai na.. "She whined.

Raman made a strange noise at that, a short huff of air, still rubbing his head.

She sighed in frustration and reached out to touch his head but he grabbed her wrist in mid way, "Would you please stop doing this? You're freaking me out with all this, Ishu." He chuckled hoarsely. "Ishu!!" He chuckled again and continued, "That's what your mom calls you.. Ishu.."He finished in a blurred voice.

Dazed, Ishita looked at him in disbelief.. with opened mouth and widened eyes..

In the next moment, he spoke somberly, "And I call my Aditya "Adi".. Adi.. My Son." His voice shook with emotions. "But Adi doesn't like to call me dad.. He calls HIM' "dad.. that bitch's boyfriend.."

He lifted his face to her. His eyes were reddened and gloomy." You know how it feels when your own son calls someone else "Dad"? in front of you?"

Ishita noticed undeniable pain in his voice mixed with agony and her heart lurched at complete vulnerability in his eyes.

His eyes turned misty and he chocked back a lump of emotion. Leaving her wrist, he poked his finger at his heart "You know it hurts me here.. It aches badly when I see my own Son with that devil duo." His voice wobbled again. Ishita noticed he was struggling to keep his eyes open for a long time.

She spoke tenderly, "Raman, you need to sleep now. We will talk about this tomorrow."

Raman shook his head, "Hushhh.. No.. I want to talk about it tonight only." He swallowed another lump of pain. Throwing back his head he spoke gloomily "But I know you won't understand.. coz you're not a father."He mocked a merciless chuckle. "And You must know that you were right when you said I am a heartless person.. I can't make anyone happy in this house.. You know why? Because I don't know what "happiness" really means?" He finished with closed eyes. His eyes burnt with unshed teas and a lone tear trickled down his right cheek.

Ishita watched his face in haze of pain; she felt a pang of empathy with the disheveled man in front of her. Raman looked wretched. She fought the urge to wipe tears from his face, to pat his chest where it ached, to soothe his pain.

With a supreme effort, she put her palm on his heart, "Raman." She swallowed and spoke softly, "Raman, please stop hurting yourself like this. I.. I am sorry about this morning. I... shouldn't have said that. I.. " Her voice broke as she continued, "You have got Ruhi.. she loves you like anything.. And I promise you, Adi will also realize one day how much you love him..

I ll make him see what he means to you. Do you trust me on this?" She patted his heart.

Raman took a long breath and there was a momentarily silent. She heard his long, steady breath and she gave up hope of getting an answer.

Nearly entire minute passed and finally he mumbled dreamily, "You are a nice woman, Ishita. I don't want to like you but I do. And.. and I am not gonna tell you that I really like you. "

Ishita smiled gleefully with watery eyes. He looked vulnerable and innocent in his sleep. Ishita swallowed back her tears. Slowly she tried to pull away her palm from his chest but he caught it again and put it back on his heart.. covering it with his palm. "Would you really leave me if I ever tell you to go in my anger?" He murmured inaudibly.

Astonished, Ishita looked at his sleeping stance. She thought she misheard him so she didn't reply.. But Raman mumbled again, "Would you? " Ishita noticed his eyebrows tensed and a muscle twitched in his jaw. He was struggling to open his heavy eyelids.

"No" The words were out from her mouth before she knew. His lips curled into a content smile.

Just then, Ishita realized that something was changed within her...

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Oh wooow yaar😊😊..so beautifully written😃😃 Its exactly like how they would behave in the show😛 ..When will Raman break down in front of Ishu like this in the show.. Aaahhh..Waiting for that day Thank you for this OS😃..please continue writing😊😊

OMG beautiful plot !!! Loved it .. Really enjoyed reading this .👏

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wwoooww..too good i was so in to this..that wehn a colleague shout fo rme..i didn teven here..lol

NIce dream you have woven DreamWeaver. Very well written and touching

omggg WISH U WERE CV of YHM..it ws soo soo IN CHAR of show waale IshRa YET u manage to make Raman "sorry" for his mistake n Ishu "understand" his pain...!! gosh THIS is what i wanted to see in show too-which i NEVER got...!!

so my heartfelt thnx to u..plz keep writin more on IshRa.!!

Wonderful OS, beautifully written, would have loved to see something along this lines on the show after the birthday/Parmeet fiasco.

Tooo Good! My throat is choking with emotions, my eyes are all welled up with tears. Beautifully written. Hats off to you.