Ishra SS Your problem is My Problem - Pg 107 (completed) - Page 28

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This part has an overdose of romance as well..so pls kids and innocent souls keep away!Since romance starts from this, thoda filmy and over romantic hoga...😉

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Part 7

He walked to the room without waiting for her reply as he could see that she was dumbed and numb all over, stunned by what he did.

All she could do was exhale out a deep breath which she had held back when his fingers touched and slightly caressed her bare waist. In a moment, he had caused a storm inside her body.

Of all people in the world, her husband's conspiracy against her logical sense and sanity was the last thing she ever wanted.

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Two days passed in a blur and Raman had been thinking about a fool proof plan to woo his wife. Yes he realized that he had hurt her and that he had to somehow bring her around or rather bring her back to him.

He thought hard as to what he could do. That's when he remembered that the shower usually played cupid to them. But he wasn't sure if she would misunderstand him and take his advances the wrong way.

Whatever, he was all set to try out all tricks to cajole her. Even though it was late evening, he decided to take a good shower. He naughtily grinned at his own cheesy plan to get her closer to him. But he really wanted his Jhansi ki rani back and he persuaded himself that everything was fair in love. He didn't like this silent mode of her one bit. He had a feel that he was literally living with a stranger whom he didn't know nor understood. He wanted her back...a small pause in his thoughts and then he swore to himself, "I want her back...as my wife!"

That was the moment he really confessed to himself that she was very special to him. She was his better half, his life partner whom he was falling in love with or perhaps, already in love with. He wasn't an expert to show his love in a sugary way. He had done it long before to Shagun but then all those harsh memories which she gave him had changed him permanently. He could never go back to become that Raman ever again and he also knew that Ishita liked and preferred the Raavan side of him more.

But he was sure of one thing, whichever way or form he had to take, he would take and ensure to win her back without any pretense or ego. And then, he would take their relationship forward and help her in every possible way to make her dream come true. He had seen her longing to become a mother and also the sparkle of joy in her eyes when she had got a tiny hope that it was possible. And now when she had withdrawn herself from all that and coiled into a shell, he had seen the disappointment and dejection in her eyes. It hurt him that he had been insensitive so far towards her. She had done every possible thing for him and his family. But in return all he gave her were tears and dejection. Even though his taunts and insults were on a lighter note, he realized that he had often gone over board with all that. No wife could take it lightly when her husbands hurled such insults on her. So now it was time that he made amends to all that damage done and revive back their bonding in a strong manner.

It wasn't out of sympathy for her nor was it for having another baby or satisfying his own physical needs but it was for both of them and their happy life. He would give this marriage its true meaning using the language of love.

Snapping out of his thoughts, he quickly closed the valve which controlled the shower and the side tap. Before that he also smeared soap lather all over him to make it seem convincing enough. He knew that fooling her wasn't an easy task and so he wanted to make it look as real as possible.

It was time to put his plan into action. He called out as if in despair, "Ishita...Ishita..."

She was in the bedroom folding the dried clothes and putting them into the ward robe. His sudden loud call startled her and she dropped that work and ran to the bath room, "kya hua Raman??"

Raman had sure started this as a prank but then the soap was really causing havoc in his eyes. He was in real dismay, "Ishita...shower mein paani nahi aa raha...do something"

Ishita sighed slightly flaring up, "kitni baar kaha hai ke bucket mein paani bharke rakho...You never listen"

He flared up too, "arre bas karo meri maa...ab lecture hi dogi ya help bhi karogi...mere aanken jal rahi hai...jaldi kuch karo...aaah"

"accha teek hai...main paani laake baahar rakhti hoom...aap le lo"

She was about to turn when he called out and his words stammered as his eyes were burning with the lather going in, "itna time nahi rukh saktha...Come in and see what's wrong with the shower"

Moreover, his plans seemed to fall apart by her suggestion. He was already ready with the towel wrapped around him. She turned back to the door and hesitated for a second before knocking and entering, "Ok ok...main aa rahi hoom...towel baand liya, hai na?"

He nodded, "haan haan...tum chaaho toh tumaare saree lappet loom...phir kuch nahi dikhega tumhe"

The last few words were just in his mind which he naughtily remarked regarding her way of dressing without showing off any skin.

She couldn't stop a smile at that and in those moments, she was slowly forgetting her determination to keep the distance with him and also talk only if there is a need to talk.

She kept her eyes down on the floor as she walked closer and pushed him to a place from beneath the shower and she stood beneath it to check the problem. She found out in a jiffy that the valve was closed. She muttered, "yeh kisne bandh kiya?"

She hastily opened it without closing the shower tap and the moment it opened, it started raining on her. She jerked out impulsively only to crash into him as he had already moved forward into the shower to get drenched.

Perhaps the jerk or the slippery floor, she lost balance but he grabbed her to steady her. Even after steadying, he didn't leave her neither did she try to free herself. Her hands blessed his chest with a subtle touch. It was perhaps the first time she touched him that way and it did trigger off a racing symphony inside his heart. For a long moment, though blurred with the soap, he couldn't tear apart his glance from her hands on his bare chest. She didn't take off her hand hastily, but took her time and her finger tips lingered on him quite opposite to what he had expected. So far, he had always been open to the fact that he checked her out but this was the first instance, he felt that she was attracted to him as well. Her faint touch burned his inners with desire for more of those.

Both were getting drenched now. His soap lather got washed away and he could see well now but again his eyes got busy with the sight of her. Her wet face looked sensuous and lured him like never before. In those moments, he totally forgot what their present equations were and his eyes grazed her generously which she wasn't resisting or showing any displeasure.

He couldn't stop his fingers from touching her face. It slowly played a rhythm of its own and ran down slowly, stopping only a little above her quivering lips. Her shiver was more due to his sensual touches than the cold water which showered on them.

Meanwhile, his other hand couldn't hold back either. It roamed from her shoulders down her curvaceous body and snaked around her waist, tightening his hold on her further.

He took a moment, perhaps to guage her reaction, before his fingers finally moved to her lips and his thumb gently rubbed them. He longed to replace his fingers with his lips but he didn't want to rush and scare her. Probably, it wasn't her fear that slowed him down but his fear that she could misunderstand his quick moves on her as his lust for her. He had to make her realize that it was a much deeper and stronger emotion that he felt for her.

The intimate gestures sure brought her out from her dream like shower but she stood still as his romantic fervor gripped and sort of hypnotized her. She was confused and looked at him intently through the raining water. She surprised herself because she didn't move apart from him. She wasn't feeling numb but on the contrary, every cell in her blazed alive in the fire of passion he was slowly igniting.

He looked as if in a trance, very different from the Raman or perhaps Raavan whom she had seen so far. She wondered what happened to him all of a sudden. Was he attracted to her? Her infinite thoughts stopped not able to think further!

Lamha Lamha Doori Yun Pighalti Hai
Jaane Kis Aag Mein Yeh Shabnam Jalti Hai
Ho Lamha Lamha Doori Yun Pighalti Hai
Jaane Kis Aag Mein Yeh Shabnam Jalti Hai
Khwaahishon Ki Shaam Dhalti Hain
Jaane Kis Aag Mein Yeh Shabnam Jalti Hai

She could have pushed him away but she didn't. She fell weak and became vulnerable under his touches. She wasn't strong enough to push away the man whom she had started to trust and love again for the second time in life. He had given her numerous reasons to believe that he was her true companion for life. The man who had managed to gain entry into her heart despite the heartbreak and failure she had gone through. She never openly acknowledged but he really had swept her off her feet. She had never thought she would trust and love a man again but he had given her the feeling of being in love all over again.

And now his romantic gaze and his sensual intimate touches on her skin tantalized her and gave her goosebumps. It felt like butterflies fluttering inside her while her heart skipped beats, though she could hear the erratic pounding.

No, she couldn't push him off or stop him but yes, his actions baffled her to the core. Her voice had already ceased the moment he touched her lips in the passionate way. Her words got struck in her throat and refused to come out.

In an impulsive moment, she tried to step back from him but he kept getting closer to her. He didn't seem to bother about the cold water which kept drenching them both. Even the cold water failed to put off the sparks and pull them apart. She hit the wall behind her and couldn't move back further.

She gathered up a little courage and voiced, "Raman..."

The tremble in her voice was well evident. His name hadn't left her lips completely when she felt his fingers on her lips again as if asking her not to stop him now. She felt his eyes asking her rightfully for this pleasure. She didn't say anything further but was completely stunned when he gently gathered her up in his arms and went into the room. Placing her on the bed, he sat beside her. His fingers found their way to her soft cheeks again. He slowly bent down and kissed her forehead. Her eyes weren't showing any signs of denial to him. Perhaps she too wished this. He saw the same desire reflecting in her eyes too. It was like in a dreamy trance. She shyly turned her face to the side. He nuzzled into her neck, savoring and breathing in her sandal wood scent, making her body tremble beneath him. She clutched the sheets underneath in the pleasure his passionate action gave her.

It was indeed another dream come true for him as he had often fantasized doing this to her whenever they were at speaking distance. Each time when they were together, her feminine scent often tempted him to just pull her into his arms and snuggle into her nape. He couldn't believe that it was truly happening.

Teri Aankhen Dikhati Hai
Hamein Sapanen Sitaaron Ke
Ho Ho Ho
Tere Hothon Pe Likha Hai
Jo Tum Bole Ishaaron Mein
Ho Ho Ho
Khwaabon Ke Karwaan Mein Raat Chalti Hai
Jaane Kis Aag Mein Yeh Shabnam Jalti Hain

He slowly turned her face to his and travelled down, his lips lingering on her wet smooth skin. He drew a line of kisses across her cheeks to her lips. He stopped for a second to gaze them with his eyes while his lips touched her nose tip naughtily. He didn't delay it more but just went on to peck her lips softly. It was indeed a wild dream come true as he had done that several times in his mind whenever they ended up being close together. She closed her eyes trying to relish the moment. Their very first kiss was a memory for life. Her eyes remained closed in the ecstasy of the moment and she lay as if surrendering for him to deepen the kiss.

But, before he could deepen the kiss and drown fully into her, he parted a little and took her hand in his. He feverishly kissed her knuckles and then turned it over to place a kiss on her palms, "I love you Ishita"

It was a heartfelt confession that he had to make before making her his. But perhaps it was a mistake which broke the most passionate moment or rather, she assumed it as his pretence. He had fooled her two times before and now when he was truly confessing, she thought it was a mockery yet again. She forgot the last few minutes when she had seen passion, desire and love for her in his eyes. She let go of all the passionate intimacy that they shared. Only thing she remembered now was how he used to push her away when the moment passes and taunt her saying that he had faked the confession for some reason, either it would be Ruhi or something else. Playing with her emotions had become his favorite pass time!

As if hit by a live wire, her eyes went wide open and she pushed him away using all her might, "Stop it Raman!"

All his fervor drained away by her angry outburst

"Ishita..." His lips muttered wondering what had gone into her all of sudden. She sat up instantly making him move away as well.

"Kya hua Ishita?? What's the problem?" He enquired placing his hand on her shoulders.

"You are the problem Raman...aap phir se mere feelings ke saath khel rahe ho...And this time, you crossed all the limits..."

Her angry vent out was instantly replied by him, "haan...that's exactly what I am trying to do...I am crossing all the limits of our relationship...Nahi chahiye mujhe koyi limits..."

He stood up instantly and turned away from her angrily. Ishita felt numbed for a few seconds before she composed herself from the aftermath of the passionate encounter and the confession which she still considered fake. She walked around to face him and questioned, "Iss confession ka reason kya hai? Who is it for Raman? Ya koyi majhboori hai???"

She didn't give him a chance to explain or reply but just went on answering her own questions based on her assumptions, "Ohh wait let me guess...Ek physical relationship ko love making ka feel aur naam dene keliye...hai na?"

Raman realized that she had got it all wrong and her assumptions really tortured him. He flared up but tried to explain as softly as possible, "Ishita...tum galath..."

"Galath toh main pichli dho baar sochi thi Raman...aapke false confession ko sacch maana tha...I never thought you would play around like that and you can't even imagine what I went through each time you told me that it was just an act...aapne mere feelings aur emotions ko mazaag banaake rakh diya...ek khilone ke tarah use kiya...kabhi jhoota pyar ka ehlaan aur kahi baar mere shakal pe taane maarke mujhe hurt kiya...ab bas...aur nahi...I can't handle this Raman...Humne sirf Ruhi keliye shaadi kiya tha...aur zindagi barr aisa hi reh saktha hai...We can never become more than being just Ruhi's parents...maine yeh baat, humaare relationship ka sacch ko dilse maan liya hai Raman...toh aapko yeh sab meherbaaniyaan karne ki zaroorat nahi hai...You can live your life as you want Raman...mujhse pyar ka naatak ya mere wishes ko poore karne ki khoshish matth karo aap...No need for all that act Raman..."

She had spoken it all out, actually poured her anguist out. She could see that he was feeling guilty for all that happened and that realization felt horrible, it really pained. But she was hurt too and her pain was beyond what words could describe.

She averted her eyes from him, not able to handle the look on his face and that's when she noticed a gift pack on the table. It looked like a jewel box and she also saw her name written on the I love you' card stuck on it. For a moment she mellowed down a little but then she spoke up, "ab aise expensive gifts dene ki zaroorat bhi nahi...let's just stop all this pretence and face the reality Raman...the real truth or rather the fakeness of our marriage...I know it hurts but still..."

That was it. It broke his silence and the dam of his anger which he had been controlling so far. He shouted, "BAS ISHITA"

Her words froze, she froze the very instant. He went on, "Haan main maantha hoom ke maine galathiyaan kiya hai...tumhe hurt kiya hai lekin maine humesha socha tha ke you understand me more than I do...nhok jhok, taane yeh sab bhi apnon se karthe hai na? mujhe khud nahi patha kab kaise but bohat pehle hi maine tumhe apna samajhne laga tha...sabse paas, sabse khaas...aur mere harr taane ke peeche wahi apnapann tha...shaayad main galath tha Ishita..."

It was her turn to think back and feel the guilt but she was silent while he continued, "Raavan kehthi ho na mujhe...haan main Raavan hoom...bohat se shades hai meri...ego hai, bohat ziddhi hoom aur gussa bhi bohat aathi hai...haan aisa hi hoom but ek aur shade hai jo mere andar kho sa gaya tha... I never knew that it was still in me till you came into my life...nafrat kartha tha tumse...ek pal bhi tumaari baatein seh nahi saktha tha but na jaane kab woh sab baatein mujhe acche lagne laga...tum acche lagne lagi...I started looking forward to the time when I am with you...yeh baat maine kabhi jathaaya nahi...I dont know but there was something pulling me back from showing it to you...tumne sacch kaha, maine confess karne ka naatak kiya...lekin dho baar nahi...sirf ek baar Ruhi keliye naatak kiya tha...the second time was real...jo bhi kaha woh sab sacch tha but I made it a joke even before I realized what I was doing...woh joke ek naatak tha parr woh confession sacch tha...[he took a deep breath]...khair, main yeh sab tumse kyun keh raha hoom...tumne toh apna decision kar liya hai..."

He just threw a towel on to the bed and voiced without even looking to her side, "Dry yourself ...aur jaldi se kapde bathlo warna zarddhi hogi!"

He pulled on his night clothes and walked out into the balcony without waiting for her reply. He had indeed rendered speechless today, not with his taunts but with the angry outburst which reflected only one emotion. In every angry word of his, she could see his deep true love for her.

The realization made her feel guilty. He had passed on the guilt to her. It pricked her deeply that she had hurt him. She slumped down to the bed and didn't get up for a long time. She just buried her face into the pillow as her tears trickled away.

After what looked like forever, she got up and wiped away her tears. She had to speak to him and sooth all his hurt feelings. She knew that he was still on the balcony. She couldn't contain her eagerness to see his gift. Perhaps she could symbolically tell him that she loved him, tell him that she changed all her resolutions and also how much she loved and cherished his gift by wearing it. She was quite sure that he must have bought something expensive to impress her. She told to herself that she would make him understand that she wasn't the person who would get carried away by the richness of the gifts

"Yeh Raavan Kumar bhi na?" and then instantly smacked herself for starting her lecture mode once again. She scolded herself that she mustn't show off even if she didn't like the gift. The gaudy necklace instance came running to her mind as she opened the gift box. But the content inside just threw her off and gave a genuine smile on her face. She had misjudged him this time. It was a beautiful anklet, simple and elegant, just the way she liked it. It showed that he had changed his preferences and taste according to her likes and dislikes.

She smiled and went to the balcony. He was on the chair and his head rested on the back rest. His eyes were closed but somehow she was sure that he wasn't sleeping.

Sensing her presence, he spoke up without even turning to her, "Tum soye nahi ab tak?"

"Aap bhi toh jaag rahe ho Raman?"

Her words only made him turn back, voicing, "toh?"

She was quick to reply, "toh main kaise cheyn se so sakthi hoom?"

He smirked, "Now don't blame me for spoiling your sleep"

"Sacch toh wahi hai...issme blame kaisa?" she chuckled saying that but he was annoyed. She had literally put him off and angered him like hell. Now she comes to sprinkle salt on his wounds. Before he could start off another brawl, she added, "ab aap yahaan koyi film matth shuru karo...whatever it is, come inside and tell me...waise I also need some help in wearing this...Will you help me Raman?"

He saw her dangling the anklets he bought for her. He couldn't stop a smile seeing her pleading expressions as she asked him help.

[To be continued]

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