It was barely 10 minutes later that Ishita heard a firm knock, followed by the door to her office being flung open.
Ishita had spent those ten minutes in an agony of sweet anticipation - she did not mind admitting how much she missed the touch of her Raavan Kumar- now that she finally had a chance to spend some time with her husband, the ecstasy of their encounter a month ago would not stop running through her mind.
She looked up as the door flew open, registering the sight of her debonair husband with hungry eyes. He looked so damn sexy in his navy suit and a crisp white shirt, a carelessly knotted striped tie completing his look. She wished suddenly that she had something more exotic on than her usual everyday sari, but the look in his eyes did not register any disappointment, mirroring instead the raw hunger in hers. His eyes held hers in an intense eye lock as he closed the door, turning the lock as he did so.
Ishita remained sitting in her chair. Still holding his gaze with hers, she picked up the phone and with the ease of long practice, hit the button for reception, as he walked towards her.
"Sarika" she said in what she hoped was a businesslike tone, even as her insides turned to jelly. "Please hold my calls for a while"
He reached her before she could put the phone down, his hand snaking forward and catching hers in a firm grip. His unwavering gaze never leaving her eyes, he caressed her fingers as he forced her hand on the phone, replacing the receiver on its cradle. He then sat on the desk in front of her, his knees pressing against her chest, his hands holding hers and his gaze keeping her captive. Slowly, with deliberation, he pinned her hands behind her chair, leaning in just slightly toward her, his fingers intertwining with hers.
"To kya keh rahi thi, Jhansi Ki Rani? Exactly what do you want to do to me?"
The bravado Ishita had displayed on the phone to him was fast deserting her. All she knew was how much and how desperately she wanted her husbands lips on hers.
"This" she said softly, leaning forward and grazing his lips with hers, a caress as gentle as a butterfly's wings.
He sat as still as a statue, making no move to respond to her.
"Bas itna hi?" He asked, arching an eyebrow, as she drew back in confusion.
"No" she whispered.
"Then show me" It was a command
Ishita covered his lips with hers again, this time more firmly. She sucked on his lower lip, softly at first then with growing pressure, as his lips opened.
With a groan, he gathered her into his arms, his self restraint finally breaking. He pulled her up from the chair into his lap, his mouth sucking greedily at hers, while his hands caressed her all over. Ishita kissed him back with equal fervour, her hands entangled in his hair, her body straining against his. He drank deeply of her, a month of longing and torment finding release in her luscious lips.
It was the incessant ringing of the telephone as much as a need for oxygen that caused Ishita to finally draw back.
"Ignore it" he demanded, his lips finding hers again.
"Raman, I can't, it must be important, please..." She implored, tearing herself out of his arms.
He stood up as she reached for the phone, jerking her hand off his shoulder as he strode to the corner of the room, staring moodily at the wall.
"Haan, Sarika, kya hai" Ishita hoped her turmoil wasn't reflected in her voice.
"Ma'am, I'm sorry" came back Sarika's voice." but Dr Batra's VIP client has come in unexpectedly and Dr Batra isn't here. Will you see him please?"
""Haan thik hai, put him in the surgery. I will be there in 5 minutes" Ishita said, ending the call.
She walked to Raman, hugging him from behind. " Jaan, I'm sorry. I have to go. I have to see this patient."
Raman turned around, clasping her to his chest. His voice was muffled as he buried his face in her hair, inhaling her scent, hoping somehow to keep her with him.
"Ishita, I can't go on like this. Dammit woman, I need you. I have to have you. It's driving me insane, not being able to make love to you, imagining that beautiful body in my arms. I can't work, I can't sleep, Ishita, this can't go on."
He lifted his anguished face to her, and Ishita kissed his cheek softly, exulting inside at her husbands desire for her.
" I know Raman, I feel the same. I need you too. But how? And when? Mamaji will go home in a few weeks, but..."
"I'm not going to wait for a few weeks Ishita, I'm not a saint. Raavan kehti ho na mujhe, to thik hai, Raavan hoon, but I'm damned if I am going to wait patiently for mamaji to depart"
"To phir?"
" I have a plan, Ishita, but the question is, are you game enough for it?"
Coming up - The Plan
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