FF In Her Majesty's Secret Service COMPLETED 2/9 pg 79 (R18)

Part 5 - Page 14 - Something's Burning

Part 7 - Page 17 - Who wants who the most?

Part 3 - Page 45 - Do Premee Aur Ek Jasoos

Part 4 - Page 49 - Tune Chua Aaj Aise, Mein Kya Se Kya Ban Gaya. O Saiyaan

Part 6 - Page 57 - Abhi Toh Party Shuru Hui Hai

Part 7 - Page 61 - Jhoot Bole Kauwa Kaate

The Morning After - Page 79

Raman Kumar Bhalla was a frustrated man. It had been exactly one month since he had confessed his love to his Ishita. One month since they had consummated that love during their weekend away after he had kidnapped her from her office. He still remembered every moment and every second of that weekend. His confession to her in the Tandon Farmhouse, Ishita shyly acknowledging that she loved him too. Their first kiss in the temple of Kama, after they had made vows of everlasting love to each other. And then that night in his cottage, when the fires of passion had burst and consumed them both. His wife had been shy at first, but then ... A groan escaped him. But then, she had been a willing participant in his desires, had shown that she wanted him as much as he wanted her. That night had been a heady mixture of tenderness and ferocity, their first exploration of each other, their introduction to the pleasures the other could give. She had been shy the next morning when she woke up, rushing to make his tea, avoiding his gaze, blushing furiously whenever they did lock eyes. But then he had wrapped his arms around her, whispered to her that he loved her, and she had finally lifted her shy gaze and her pliant lips to his.

Later that morning, as they drove back home, he could not remember how many times he had stopped the car, to take her into his arms, to kiss those luscious lips, swollen and bruised by his sensuous onslaught of the day before. But that alas, had been it. For when they returned home, it was to find that his mama ji had come to Delhi for some medical treatment, which was going to take some six weeks or so. He had been settled into Ruhi's room and would stay there for the duration. And so their little Ruhi had moved into her papa and Ishima's room, and that had put paid to all his wild imaginings about what he wanted, no needed, to do to his wife...

Work had been busy as always, of course, and their new project had meant that he had been out on location most days, including weekends. So lunches with Ishita were also out of the question. Evenings he usually arrived home very late, and mornings had been spent with Adi on his community service. He could have sought someone's help, he supposed, someone like Mihir, to try and organise some hours alone with Ishita, but dammit, their feelings and emotions were still so new and so tender, that he was damned if he wanted to have some sort of Bhalla Iyer cheering squad sending him off on a romantic date with his own wife!!!! He had answered all queries as to their weekend away with a curt "Everything's fine now" delivered in the CEO voice that brokered no further discussion, and that offered no insight into the passion that they had shared that weekend. As far as everyone knew, they had gone back to their friendly equation- the secrets of their weekend were theirs alone.

So now, here he was, a month later, and he was a very frustrated man. Mama ji was still happily ensconced in Ruhi's room, and Ruhi was still happily sleeping in between her parents. So apart from holding his Ishita's hand across Ruhi at night, and some stolen kisses at the dining table, when he returned home late, and she was waiting to have dinner with him, he had been forced back into his monastic life. And that just wasn't acceptable any more. Something had to be done. Now.

Ishita's haal-e-dil was very much the same as her husbands. She had been wallowing silently in her grief at his deceit when he had kidnapped her and spirited her away that unforgettable weekend a month ago. She still blushed every time she remembered their antics that weekend. He had been so unbelievably tender and caring, had won her over with his love and his affection. And his lovemaking ... she stopped in the middle of arranging her surgery instruments, a soft sigh escaping her lips. She had had no idea that their intimacy would give her such pleasure, such a feeling of belonging and completion. He had been so tender at first, but then as she had involuntarily responded to him, that tenderness had been replaced by a ferocious passion that had overwhelmed her. That first glimpse of passion had turned Ishita's world upside down - she had discovered new facets to her personality, her being that she never knew had existed. And she had been so eager to continue on that journey of discovery with her Raavan Kumar...but alas, they had come home to the reality of mamaji's arrival, and all her sensuous imaginings had remained firmly in her imagination. And then Raman had become so busy at work and with Adi, that the only moments they could find for themselves was at night at the dining table. But even then, the fact that they were in a houseful of people held them back, their hastily stolen kisses only increasing their frustration.

"Kya karoon" she murmured to herself now. "Kaise ..." She craved her husbands touch, and much more, but this facet of their relationship was still so new, so tentative, that she wanted its existence to be their secret. But then how was she ever going to get time with him alone... Her thoughts were interrupted by the incessant ringing of her phone. Her heart skipped a beat as she saw his name on the display - the telephone had been their only friend and saviour this month, had stopped them from going insane with their unfulfilled desires... He always called her from his car, on his way to one location, meeting or the other. That was their time, when they could murmur sweet endearments to each other, when they could verbalise their need and their sweet torments at their dooriyan.

She picked up her phone...