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Thank you very much for the amazing responses and encouragement coupled with the eagerness and interest you guys showed for this piece of work.
I am really honoured.
As promised the last part is ready😳
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OSJ 🤗
Special mention: The epilogue is for my lovely Paru and all those who miss lovely mornings of IshRa in the show. 😳
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Raman turned to her with a grumpy look but immediately smiled when she grinned back at him.
- Paagal!
- Who? Me?
- No. Me! I am sorry Ishita. I wanted it to be special but...
Her index on his lips to stop him from talking and reassured him.
- This is special. You are special Raman.
Cont...
Do "Dil" Ek Jaan!
Ishita lifted her head and planted a kiss on Raman's cheek, surprising him by her bold step. His eyebrows cocked, he smirked and muttered:
- I am impressed Jhansi ki Rani!
His gaze fixed on her lips which she was biting unconsciously. Raman wondered how it would feel to bite those sensual lips and soothe them with a kiss. He closed in as if in a trance but stopped when Ishita turned away from him. She could feel her heart beating loudly and it seemed to her that the loud sound was echoing in the room. She placed a hand on her chest to calm it down but in vain. Raman moved behind her, moved her hair to one side and leaned to kiss her shoulder lightly. Placing his hand at her back, his fingers trailed up to her blouse dori and he pulled at it. He heard her gasp and he immediately wrapped his other arm around her waist.
- Don't be scared Ishita. I won't hurt you, I promise.
Her eyes closed, her body flushed against his, Ishita only whispered:
- I know. I have full trust on you Raman. And...haven't we promised not to back away?
On cue, she lifted her hand with the beautiful ring adorning her ring finger and closed her eyes as he took her hand and brushed her fingers with his lips. He turned her to face him and waited for her to open her eyes before leaning and kissing her lips in a gentle kiss. Her lips tasted the same way he had imagined them to taste. They were soft and warm as he had always thought they would. He pulled her closer to deepen the kiss and smiled inwardly as he felt her hands coming up to rest over his heart.
His heart beats were erratic under her palm and when she lifted her face to him, Raman felt drown in her soft and drowsy saucer like eyes. Cupping her face with both hands, he deepened the mating of their mouths, reasons gone, sanity slipping away. All he knew at that moment was that he needed her, wanted her because he loved her so much.
Ishita was completely lost in the sensation ignited by his hands and lips on her body.
She only came to her senses and gasped when she realized in what state she was. The dori of her blouse and her bra were long time back unclasped, her bare back was completely under his ministrations and Raman was now reaching up to remove the pin from her pallu.
But before she could get self conscious, as if sensing it, Raman stopped and wrapped his arms around her to bring her close to him, slamming her soft breasts to his hard chest. He did not want to give her time to think and to draw back from the intimacy he now wanted her to get used to.
- You are beautiful in this kanjivaram saree but I am dying to know what you hide under these 5 yards clothing!
He lifted her in his arms and moved towards the bed, his eyes never leaving hers. When he placed her on the bed, Ishita closed her eyes. Gently with the ease of an experienced lover, he pulled aside her pallu. Slowly the pleats were gone too and she finally let go, trusting her husband fully that he would know how to handle her.
Ishita trembled in his arms, not from fear or uncertainty but from an unfamiliar excitement that left her gasping for breath.
She surrendered finally to him...to the tumult of emotions in her heart...to the infinite gentleness of his hands...until nothing existed beyond the longing that bound them together.
When he finally trailed his hands down her body to remove the remaining barrier between them, Ishita no longer felt awkward by his boldness. Instead her fingers sought him. She heard his breathing ragged and hoarse as he lowered himself on her to make her his. On that night. She shattered in his hands, her body going limp and weak.
...Later at night when her eyes opened, she found herself gathered in his arms, both wrapped in his red quilt.
Realization stuck! They had finally become one, body and soul, do Jism Ek Jaan!
Ishita closed her eyes and pressed her face against the strong column of his throat, trembling, filled with awe at what had finally happened.
She could not explain her tears, could not put her feelings into words...
She felt...complete...fulfilled...blessed!!
Epilogue
The next morning Raman woke up to find himself alone in bed. A glance in the messy room and he immediately understood that his Jhansi ki Rani was not around. Just then he saw her. She was back from the bathroom. She was in the bathrobe he had gifted her. Her long and luscious hair open and wet. Her face freshly scrubbed and glowing. He noticed that she was looking for something.
- Good Morning Gaffur Tailor! Looking for your sewing kit?
She blushed profusely and turned away with a shy smile when she noticed how Raman was staring at her. He asked huskily:
- Can I help you??
Without looking at him, she started without realizing what she was saying.
- My mangalsutra! I can't find...you removed it last night and...
Her voice trailed off and she lifted her face to look at Raman with acute embarrassment all over her face. He smirked and replied back naughtily.
- I removed quite a lot of things last night, they are lying right here!
His eyes went to their clothes scattered on the floor and continued:
- Now what can I do if you are so...careless!!
He stared at her and she gasped at his insolence but chose to ignore his naughtiness and kept looking helplessly for her chain.
Raman smiled. She was too adorable when she blushed.
He slid his hand under his pillow and called out to her.
- Ishita come here! I have found it.
She moved to the bed and he signaled her to sit beside him and said huskily:
- Let me do it.
As he tied the Mangalsutra around her neck, he pulled her closer to him. He was about to peck her slender neck when they heard a knock at the door.
It was Neelu.
- bhayya, bhabhi breakfast is ready. Aaj punjabi aur tamilian nashta hain. Mummy ji aap logon ko bula rahe hain. Bhabhi Aap ki amma aur family bhi aaya hain.
Once the maid was gone, Raman asked:
- Aaj koi special occasion hain kya?
A naughty Ishita replied back:
- Shayad koi bheja frying session.
Raman and Ishita looked at each other and laughed aloud. Their forehead cutely joined , Raman exclaimed as both chuckled:
- You are right. Aaj na pura parivaar sirf hamare Bejha khana passand karenge! Alert rehena parega!!
Edited by omshreejaanu - 10 years ago
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