FF In Her Majesty's Secret Service COMPLETED 2/9 pg 79 (R18) - Page 29

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Thank you again, or Vinaka, as we say in the little tropical paradise I call home.

Ishita stood in the driveway of their apartment block, waving goodbye to the hired SUV carrying her family away to Mamaji's town, some four hours drive away from Delhi.

Raman was still fast asleep in their bedroom. He had texted her at around 8.00 the previous night, to let her know that it would be after midnight by the time he got home, that he would eat in the office with Mihir and that she was not to wait up for him.

(No Raman. Of course I'll wait for you. Mummyji ne butter chicken banaya hai aap ke liye ) Ishita had texted back straight away.

(Send a tiffin over and get your beauty sleep my love. I sure as hell won't let you sleep tomorrow night) His response had caused her to blush.

She had sent him the tiffin, and had fallen asleep holding Ruhi in her arms, her eyes straying to the empty side of the bed, imagining him there even as sleep claimed her.

He had not disturbed her when he came home, and she had only seen him this morning, fast asleep on the other side of Ruhi, tiredness etched in his face. Ishita resisted the temptation to smooth away the exhaustion visible on his furrowed brow, and had quietly carried a sleeping Ruhi to Mummyji and Papajis room, to wake her up and get her dressed, so that Raman would not be disturbed. Ruhi had been clingy and had not wanted to leave her mamma behind, but the bribe of time with Rinki bua and fresh jalebis at the village had finally placated her, and she was now waving happily to Ishita from the departing van, secure in her dadi's embrace.

Romi had appeared almost as upset as Ruhi to be going, Ishita mused as she slowly walked back to the apartment. He had been giving soulful glances to her, but when she asked him what the matter was, he had simply shook his head, and averted his gaze. She would talk to him tomorrow when the family returned, she decided.

It was 11.00am. Mihika and Mihir were sitting at the coffee shop below his apartment, steaming cups of latte before them.

"Mihika, just one kiss yaar" Mihir was trying his best to steal a kiss from his fianc, sneaking a hand around her waist. " it's been over a week since I saw you. Thoda toh kuch karne de."

"Mihir, can you stop leching for just a while. I told you I'm worried yaar. Aur yeh sub public mein touching wagera mujhe pasand nahi. Tum to un besharmo se bhi bure ho. At least they were getting touchy feely in the dark, tum to din mein hi shuru ho gaye." Mihika slapped his hand away.

"Kaun besharmo? What are you talking about?" Mihir asked, bewildered.

"Woh jo cinema mein apna movie dikha rahe theh. Movie end hone se pehle hi bhaag gaye, or else I was going to let them know just what I thought of them" Mihika said in righteous indignation.

"Kya yaar, you won't let me do anything, and now you want to stop perfect strangers from having their fun too." Mihir shook his head in frustration.

"Ok, forget about them. I'm telling you Mihir, I'm worried about akka."

"And I told you that you are being ridiculous" Mihir repeated patiently. "Bhabhi ke liye aisa soch kaise sakti ho?"

"But I tell you I saw Subbu in town the other day, and akka wasn't at the clinic and she was saying all sorts of things on the phone, and Mihir, it must be so difficult for Jiju and akka to be in such a loveless marriage."

"But Bhai loves Bhabhi. He told me himself before he took her away for the weekend."

"Kidnapped her you mean" Mihika said ominously. "Well, that didn't work did it? And Jiju might love akka, but akka doesn't love him, na. Woh saara lingerie ka shopping sub waste ho gaya. The problem is that Jiju is not in the least bit romantic, Mihir. Kitna gussa karta rehta hai, he is always yelling at akka. And Subbu was so romantic, he used to woo akka with flowers and chocolates and soft toys."

Mihir shook his head. "Flowers? Chocolates? Soft toys?. Yaar, Bhai aur Bhabhi koi college mein nahi hai, jo yeh sab karenge. Bhai is a man, and we men don't do all this"

"Wah" Mihika retorted. " if you are the one giving advice to Jiju, Buddhu Ram, then I am even more worried now. Miheeer, we have to do something."

"Okay, okay" Mihir put up his hands in mock surrender. "There is nothing like you think, but now that our project is over, we can try and get Bhai and Bhabhi together again. Ok, look, I have to go, Bhai and I have a meeting at 2.00 with investors, and I have to prepare. Bhai toh office agaaye already. Anyways, we will talk later. Aur haan, don't forget, project investors and clients ke sang dinner hai aaj. We have booked the entire Rooftop restaurant at the Oberoi, there will be DJs and live music. Make sure you wear something really amazing, bahut log rahenge. Tumhara boss bhi"

"That Ashok. Woh kyon?"

"Junior partner hai project mein woh bhi na, toh rahega woh bhi. On second thoughts, wear a sari. Woh Ashok waise bhi tumhe kuch zyaada lech karta hai"

"Jealous?" Mihika laughed at her flustered Mihir. "Jiju office mein honge toh thik hai, mein jaati hoon akka se baat karne." And dropping a surprise kiss on Mihir's cheek, she ran off, leaving him open mouthed.

Ishita spent the morning tidying up Ruhi's room, now that mamaji had departed, and organising her clothes and books for the week ahead. She was careful not to disturb Raman, wanting him to get some much needed sleep, and so had kept out of their bedroom.

"He works so hard" she thought to herself. "He must've been burning the midnight oil all week at that project."

After tidying Ruhi's room, she had tried her hand at making a punjabi breakfast for her husband, hoping that her Punjabi cooking skills had improved and that he would finally enjoy a meal cooked by her.

It was almost 11 by the time Ishita went back to their bedroom to check on Raman. The work she had been doing had left her sweaty and grimy and she had just taken a shower. Her wet hair was streaming down her back and shoulders, covering the top of the creamy white towelling robe she wore.

She walked up to the bed. Raman was still asleep, but the exhaustion she had seen that morning appeared to have been smoothed away. He had kicked away his duvet and his shirt buttons were open almost to his waist. He looked so young and vulnerable in his sleep, and, she had to admit, his vulnerability made him even more desirable to her.

She sat on the bed beside him, and stared at his face. The firm jaw, that aquiline nose, his beautiful full lips, the way his hair sprung back from his forehead. A deep longing welled up inside her. "How did I ever get so lucky" she whispered, as she tenderly touched his forehead. Unbeknownst to her, the long tendrils of her wet hair brushed against his bare forearm. "Raman" she murmured softly. "Ab uth jao na baba."

Raman had been enjoying his usual morning dream of Ishita. This was the dream he had recently been having almost every day as he awoke, when his senses became attuned to her presence. In his dream, she would take the lead in their love making, kissing, touching and teasing him, taking him to ecstasy and beyond. The dream felt extra real today, he thought, as he stirred. He could actually feel her caresses.

"Raman" her voice came through to him. "Utho na baba. Please".

Raman slowly opened his eyes. She was sitting by his side, her beautiful face void of any make up, her wet hair caressing his arms, her hands softly touching his face.

"Good morning jaan" she said softly, as his eyes focused on her.

He smiled slowly, his eyes running over her, taking in her beauty encased in her robe, lingering on the creamy skin of her cleavage, where the robe gaped open.

"Good morning" he smiled, bringing up his hand and pulling her down on top of him, then rolling over until he had pinned her underneath him.

"Raman, nooo." Ishita protested. "Dekho, din ho gaya hai. Yeh kya kar rahe ho."

"Din ho gaya to itne nakhre?" He grinned, tracing her lips with his forefinger. "Us din theatre me to no nahi, haan kar rahi thi?"

"Us din na jaane kya ho gaya tha" Ishita shuddered as he pinched her lips lightly.

"Accha lag raha tha" he whispered. " I love your bold side Ishita. I want you to want me, to touch me, to have your way with me..."

"Raman" Ishita fluttered her eyes shyly, unable to look at him. "Chodo na. Chalo breakfast ready hai"

"Later" he whispered, rolling over again, so that they lay facing each other. "Touch me sweetheart"

"Where?" Her question was so innocent in its naivety that Raman could not help laughing. He had never experienced this before, this intense passion that was rooted in happiness, that caused him to open his heart to joy even as his baser instincts compelled his body to possess her.

"Everywhere" he murmured. He took her hand and guided it to his lips. "Here". He moved her hand to his neck. "Here". Next he placed her hand on his chest, "And here". She blushed as he moved her hand down to his stomach. "Then here" he whispered, watching her intently. She closed her eyes, unable to meet his, as he slowly put her hand on the waistband of his trousers. "And then, here"

Chup chup ke romance ka maza hi alag hai