ISHRA SS: Jee le zara Pg 49 - Pt 14&15 -Completed - Page 16

Fabulous update...
Love the way how raman tricked ishita...
Loved it...
Update soon

Awesome updt...cont..soon plzz

tnx fr pm

Still long way to go before their happily ever after.

awesome story dear

Vidyaji tfs...
I really waiting for ur pm...
Nice update...way to go

Smart move Raman! He gets her trapped in his own words 😆 Loved it.
Update soon Vidya di..😊

I am here :)

I had missed only the latest part... read it now... and I didn't even have to go back and read any earlier one... I remembered each and every bit of the story, the characters and the place their relationship was in currently. I have told you this before, but you have defined them so well, that this could be the script for a show :)

Now... this last part was sooo good... how could anyone not melt at Raman's efforts. he's such a sweetheart; patient but still calculating and manipulative 😆 He will win her back.

very well written Vidya, please do continue soon

Amazing story.. Poor Ishita and Raman... So near, yet so far.. :(

Hello YHMians, back with a new part, a real long one since I hadnt posted for a long time...

Not for kids...so pls stay away!

Errors honge...so pls excuse that!

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Part 10:

He grinned and replied with his hand held out to her, "agar bhakwaas hai toh chalo...let's dance...jab koyi feelings ya attraction nahi hai toh mere saath dance karne mein kya darr?? You shouldn't be affected by it, right?"

She turned away but her ego wasn't letting her to refuse that invite to dance. She gave in just to prove her point. He happily held her hand and took her to the dance floor.

They start dancing for a romantic number which could make any heart flutter and his intimate touches had the magic to make her respond and also invoke the sensations which she believed to have worn out.

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His hand held her back and he handled her like she was a glass doll. Way too gentle yet the passion grew stronger by the second which was getting too difficult for her to handle. His desire laden eyes grazed her gorgeous face with the pride that she was his, just his.

He wasn't doing anything or crossing the lines yet the sensation he evoked inside her was nothing less than insanity. But for his hold, she would have melted into a puddle on the floor. Her knees were getting weaker as his glances lingered all over her face. His proximity was affecting her sanity and this was happening for the first time ever. Even with Subbu, she never felt this strange pull or attraction. But he seemed less affected and was enjoying the dance and the music but little did she know what his thoughts were. He was doing no better and all sorts of craziness clouded his mind. All he could see and sense was her and her smooth skin. He was baffled at the effect she had on him. She was fully clothed and they were not even touching each other's bare skin but even in the slightest touch, his inners ignited with desire and passion. He already knew her impact on him because this wasn't the first time he felt this desire and reached the verge of losing self control. But even then, he did nothing to stop himself. His heart begged his logical mind to go on and that was exactly what he was doing. His hands moved up and down her back erotically. The romantic music and the entire dance floor which had madly in love couples did add to the mood.

But her state was in a denial mode when she snapped out suddenly. She didn't want anything more to happen. Her stubborn mind battled with her crazily thudding heart which craved for more of him and his sensuous touches. His eyes which stopped over her wet luscious lips refused to move from there heating her up immensely.

When the heat grew beyond the limit she could bear and hold back, she knew she had to escape his vicinity to cool down. She quickly parted away from him with all her might and will power.

He had expected this from her at some point and so he wasn't surprised but then he looked at her enquiringly expecting her to voice out her reasons. The naughty side of his wanted his wife to get uneasy reasoning out the suddenly pulling away but then his naughty dream crashed because their dinner was served at their table. Luck was on her side and he mentally cursed the wrong timing of the waiter. She pointed towards the table, "Dinner is served Raman...thanda ho jaayega"

He nodded but was quick with his double meaning reply, "thanda toh already kardi hai tumne"

His meaning was loud and clear intending that she just threw a bucket of cold water on their steamy passionate encounter. She chose not to reply but just walked back to the table.

The dinner was silent with just occasional eye locks which was a little awkward yet inevitable after the passionate dance.

It seemed like a long round about drive back as the uneasy silence made it longer than what it was in reality. Neither of them spoke and then it sort of became like a challenge that both wanted to win. He wanted her to speak first while she was scared to talk something and get caught up in the tangle of his one-liners.

At home, she quickly walked to the room and she was about to enter when he called her stunning her all of a sudden.

She was confused as to what he wished to tell. She turned back to him and he sort of closed in on her. She stepped back till the wall while he didn't stop till he almost jailed her against it, with his arms on either side of her.

She voiced, "Good night!" and her voice trembled!

He grinned shaking his head amused at her behaviour. She was in a hurry to end the conversation and get done with him for the night and he exactly knew why. He knew she was scared of herself and the impact that his closeness had on her. He could understand that she was trying her best to shoo him away from her by feigning indifference and a rude attitude towards him but then she was terribly failing at her attempts. And he knew how he had to tear away this false mask of hers!

His fingers tucked back a loose lock of her hair behind her ears and the gentle touch of his finger tip on her earlobe made her entire body shudder

"Raman" her voice shuddered with her body and he could sense it. She looked at him while Raman leaned closer to her. He was very close that she closed her eyes and then let a deep breath trying to comprehend his intentions and then she opened her eyes and spoke up "Raman, I know what you expect from me and you have the right too but..."

Their intense eye lock and the close encounter snapped with a chuckle from him which also ceased her words. She looked at him weirdly for his untimely grin and he explained, "Don't get so cooked up and worried Ishu...Our marriage changes nothing between us...We are still friends and for the time being, I am even ready to forget that were husband and wife...As I already said, you can define all the rules and draw the boundaries between us too...I will follow everything...I mean I will try to..."

He let a naughty grin as he knew that sometimes it was difficult or impossible for him to stay within the limit with her close to him.

He added after a long pause as she looked on, "I have just one request in return Ishita..."

She was stunned by his words. He had bowled her over one more time with his assurance that he will not step out of the boundaries that she draws for him. That said and done, she now wondered what his request was. He smiled as if hearing her unasked question and replied to it, "wondering what my request is, huh?"

She nodded when he added, "chalo bathaatha hoom..." and led her to the chair.

After seated, he spoke up, "Just promise me that you will listen to your heart...that you will just let go of your stubbornness...you have to let go of all that which pulls you back or stops you from moving ahead with me..."

She merely nodded realizing that his request was well justified. But she knew though it sounded easy, it was going to be difficult. His plead like talk and now the request was really filling her with guilt.

He wasn't done with it yet. He spoke up again, "for example, agar tumaare dil mujhse baat karne ko kehti hai toh wahi karna...agar dance karne ko kahe toh wahi karna...dont tie yourself down...Only then will you be able to give a fair chance to us...warna inn sab ko koyi matlab nahi...tum samajh rahi ho na?"

She nodded, "hmmm"

He smiled and added taking her hand in his, "I know ke tumne yeh shaadi poore dil se nahi liya hai Ishita...but chahta hoom ke ab tum poore dil se, mann se issme aage badho...tum bhi chahte ho na ke humaara yeh saath kabhi na choote..."

After a pause, he added when she was silent, "chahti ho na?"

She was really impressed by his way of handling her and her past baggage but then she also felt an unexplainable tremble inside her heart when she thought about getting herself to love again, trust again and move ahead in life. What she herself was oblivious was that she was already in love, she was already trusting and moving ahead with the only man she ever loved, trusted and understood in her life...Raman! It was just that she refused to accept it and surrender before him completely. In fact she was frightened to do so.

She looked into his eyes and their eyes locked for a long moment before she nodded as if mesmerized in his deep intense gaze, "haan...chahti hoom"

He felt happy hearing that from her and he gently squeezed her fingers in joy and voiced, "main bhi wahi chahta hoom...I want you with me forever Ishita..."

He wished to tell her more, ask her more but then he didn't want to put pressure on her more.

Meanwhile, his words touched her deeply. It was more than a plain confession, something new to her as well. His voice was deep and it felt the most genuine and honest coming from him...their eyes met again and this time more intensely and deeply.

Mere maula maula mere maula, man matwala kyun hua hua re

Man maula maula mere maula, mere maula

Kis taraf hai aaasmaan, kis taraf zaameen khabar nahi khabar nahi

O o jab se aaya hai sanam, mujhko khud ki bhi khabar nahi khabar nahi

Ho o o hosh gul sapno ki mein bandhu pull

Aankh kab khuli khabar nahi khabar nahi

Hoo hoo kis taraf hai aaasmaan

Kis taraf zaameen khabar nahi khabar nahi

Mere maula maula mere maula, man matwala kyun hua hua re

Man maula maula mere maula, mere maula

Jaane kab kahan kaise tere ho gaye kaise

Hum to sochte hi reh gaye aur pyaar ho gaya

Mere khawaab dil saaansein, mil ke kho gaye aise

Tujko dekh ke aisa to kai baar ho gaya

He freed her hand when he felt her fingers moving within his hold.

He concluded, "We need to work together to make this work..."

She nodded and hesitantly walked to the room when he freed her away. Going away from him felt like a torture to her but she didn't hear her heart. She chose her stubborn mind once again. As if reading her thoughts, he voiced, "And Jhansi ki Rani, if your heart says to hug me, or even kiss me...then you should just follow your heart...usse dabaana nahi chaahiye...samjhi?"

It didn't feel awkward but just a naughty demand from her husband but she knew that a hug or a kiss was hazardous at this moment. She just smiled in reply and locked the door. Once inside, she stood against the door imagining a hug like he said while he stood just a few inches away and was thinking the same.

She thought to herself apologetically but with a smile, "Sorry Raman...give me some time!"

Next morning, he woke up to the tender feel of her almost in his arms. He remembered that they were so apart from each other when they slept last night. She had already occupied the extreme right side of the bed when he came to sleep. But then, perhaps in her sleep, she had rolled towards him. It felt like a beautiful dream and he didn't want to break it at any cost. Every morning, every day of his life, he wished that he woke up with this feel of her in his arms.

His arms went around her waist mindlessly and in the process, she inched closer and snuggled into his chest sleepily. This was nothing short of a torture to him as he felt his masculine desires taking over his senses. Her fragrance was his breath and it was creating more havoc inside him. Perhaps his reaction to her intimacy made her stir in her sleep. She opened her eyes to find him so close. She realized that she had overstepped the boundary this time as she lay on his side of the bed. She mumbled a quick sorry and tried to break away but his hold wasn't loosening.

"There is no hurry to get up Ishu...stay"

His husky voice made her stop her struggle to get out of his arms. She kind of started melting away into his arms. But the next second, he freed her silently. He was testing the waters for sure and moreover, he didn't want to force anything on her. Whenever they took their step towards a physical relationship, he honestly wanted her full hearted consent in it and not merely driven towards it by a spur of the moment's passion. In her complete logical senses, he wanted her to come into his arms. Till then, though difficult, he would wait patiently for her!

This time, she took a whole moment and managed to get out of the bed.

By the time, she came into the room after brushing and also a bath, he was nowhere to be seen. She walked out and into the dining and kitchen area. He sat smiling at the table with the coffee and some bread toasts.

"Aaj ka breakfast Raman's special..."

She smiled at his announcement and replied, "Sorry Raman...I have this weird habit of taking bath early in the morning...kal se main jaldi uttkar karlungi..."

That's when he ran his eyes over her freshly bathed form with few drops of water dripping through the towel which she tied around her long hair.

He shrugged, "Ishu, sirf Sunday ki baat hai...cook ka leave hai...varna humein karne ki zaroorat nahi hai... "

She smiled as she took a seat opposite to him. Though the toast was a little burnt and the coffee looked more like a black coffee, she didn't complain as she only saw his sincerity in doing it for her.

When she gulped the coffee with difficulty, he voiced sensing it, "fridge mein doodh nahi tha...uss bevakoof ne thoda sa doodh rakha tha...I guess he forgot that I am not alone now!"

She mentally decided to take on such responsibilities. She sliced an apple and passed it onto him. He, by then regained his cheekiness and refused it, "nahi chaahiye...An apple a day keeps the doctor away...par ab mujhe doctor ko kahi dur nahi bhejna...I want to bring her closer!"

She couldn't control her blushing smile while he winked. She composed herself and replied back, "I am not a doctor...I am a dentist!"

He replied naughtily, "So are you prescribing an apple a day to bring the dentist closer?"

"All I am saying is 'Help yourself''" pat came her reply and an apple thrown to him. He caught it and she walked away saying, "I am off to the kitchen to find what I can cook for lunch"

He felt relieved hearing her reply in a casual manner. She was indeed shedding away her stiffness and loosening up with him. He just voiced to himself, "sharmaagayi madrasan...accha hai!"

[To be continued]

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