Bedroom Chronicles of Mr n Mrs Paagal Bhalla : Our love... Live Show

Hello friends! 😃
I am back again with another new installment of this series. This new shot will be partly adapted to what was shown in the OLV where Mr Bhalla is being all naughty with his wife in their bedroom and Mrs Bhalla turned all the naughtier.This is a request from my friend Tweety, who is herself a damn good story writer (I have no idea why she wanted me to write about it when she would do a better job than me) and this is for Akshatha whom Miss Tweety directed to me for the request.
I reiterate it is only a re-adaptation which will have my personal touch and craziness as
usual.😳😆
For those who missed on the other shots in this series, here they are:

# JKR versus RKB

JKR versus RKB

# Pacifying Mrs Raman Kumar Bhalla!




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# Our Love...Live...Show

Raman Kumar Bhalla was married to the craziest madrassan on planet Earth. Where the hell was she now? He had been chasing her whole day and night and she had ignored him royally. Raman was pacing the room waiting for her who should be here any moment.

"I AM NOT GIVING YOU MY TIME". She had pointed to him when he had started complaining about her neglecting him. That was so true! His selfless and loving wife had time for everyone except him. "THAT'S YOUR PUNISHMENT FOR CALLING ME A WITCH!" She had concluded with a pout and had moved away swaying her hips gracefully, tantalizing his senses even more. The woman knew perfectly well how much she was torturing him.

The witch!

Raman chuckled. Madam was angry because she was fishing for compliments when she was all decked up in black for the welcoming party of Rinky but instead Raman told her that she was looking like a Madrassan Witch and had looked on, completely amused when she had huffed and puffed and walked away with her usual complaint.

"Why do I even bother? You never have a good thing to say about me. Kabhi tamatar toh kabhi karela. And now, choudail. A witch!"

She was indeed a WITCH. She had cast a spell on him and he was now completely dependent on her, on her support, on her love...Raman could not imagine his life without her anymore. Raman sighed, a smile permanently lingering on his lips when suddenly he heard some footsteps.

She was coming!

It was time to put his plan into action. He ran to hide behind the door and immediately locked it behind as soon as she crossed the door step. With a lopsided grin, he walked towards her like a graceful feline ready to pounce on his prey as she walked backwards, her saucer-like eyes looking at him squarely in the eyes.

- Raman...what are you up to...

- Don't you think you have been a bit too unreasonable today Ishita?

- I don't know what you are saying...

- You don't?

She only stopped when she found herself trapped between the wall and his chest. He took another step forward to invade her completely and placed his hands on either side of her head on the wall. He did not move. He did not blink. Instead he kept staring at her with an intensity that struck to her core.

- Are you going to say something? I am no mind reader...

Her words were silenced as he leaned closer. His breaths fanning her face, he husked with a glint of naughtiness:

- Thank God you are not! Not sure you would survive if you knew what's on my mind right now. You were such a tease tonight biwi!

Ishita blushed profusely as he continued with his devastation wrought. He closed in further and whispered in her ear, grazing her earlobe in the process.

- I've pined enough for you the whole evening biwi. You've taken enough care of others, you are now fully mine.

- No...My dear husband.

- Why?

- You called me a witch, remember?

- You are a witch. A beautiful witch and... I am now completely under your spell.

- I told you. You should stop saying romantic lines when we are having a serious talk. I get distracted.

She gave him a fake pout and he smiled back naughtily.

- Then let's kiss and hug...

- No! I am still angry. Do something that would make me smile.

Nautanki Madrassan!

Raman was so well acquainted to all her "nakhres" she threw at him in their bedroom while she would act all "bholi bhali" in front of the family. But his name was also Raman Kumar Bhalla. He was now an expert in dealing with her antics and he had planned something very special for her. A tap on the remote control and a soft music started filling their bedroom. Ishita lifted her eyebrows wondering what was in store and flashed her cutest smile when she realized that he was asking her for a dance. She slid her palm into his as he dragged her in the middle of the bedroom, one hand on her waist and the other entwined in hers. The song started playing.

Inteha Ho Gayi Intezaar Ki

Aayi Na Kuchh Khabar Mere Yaar Ki
Yeh Hamein Hai Yakeen

Bewafaa Woh Nahin

Phir Wajah Kya Hui Intezaar Ki

He started lip-synching it, boring his eyes in hers, making her heart flip-flopped and her entire body melting in the heat he was generating. They swayed together and moved on the beat of the music lost in each other. He made her twirl around the tip of his finger only to find herself end up in his arms. He held her from the back, singing the lyrics in her ear causing her to blush. She closed her eyes and let herself go completely under HIS SPELL. Her husband was the most loving man on earth. He knew every trick to pacify her, to put a smile on her face, to make her feel special...Within seconds, her anger had evaporated to be replaced by a passion and desire igniting by his touch and the gentle caress of her fingers on her waist and other vulnerable spots of her body.

When he finally put a distance between them to make her twirl, Ishita snatched away the remote from Raman's hand surprising him. Putting her index on his lips to sush him, she moved away towards the bathroom with a sparkling smile and a twinkle in her eyes as the music kept playing softly around. Raman looked on as she stopped at the door to wink at him and then... she was gone with the door closing behind her.

Running his fingers in his hair, Raman kept pacing the room restlessly. His wife was decided today. She would torture him all night, running away from him when he was so turned on and ready to romance her. He was still lost in his thoughts when the bathroom door opened with a bang and he turned around only to find himself losing his balance. His simple wife was looking like a nymph, striking a sexy pose for him in a beautiful and sexy off white and yellow saree which was showing off her generously curvaceous silhouette.

O... mere sajana
Lo... main aa gai

Her hair was open, running down to her waist. Her eyes were done in a smoky effect, her lips pulpous and generous with that bright provocative red lipstick...As the beats caught up, she walked to their bed and moved in the middle of it and turned her back to him to sway her hips in a provocative way leaving Raman both flummoxed and breathless by her bold steps. Completely immersed in the dance, she let the music expressed what she had not said to him but which could not stay silent anymore. Unleashed, she threw herself backwards, confident that her husband would catch her in time and he did!

Within seconds she was scooped up in his arms and they twirled around as she snaked her arms around his shoulders. He put her down and pulled her closer to him, his arms around her waist in a vice-grip. She lip-synched the lyrics of the song so aptly voicing out what she felt for him, moving her lips teasingly and provocatively as she cupped his face to run a feathery caress on his cheeks. Raman smiled broadly as she twirled and twirled around him, telling him musically what his ears had been longing to hear.

Logon ne diye honge
Bade bade nazaraane
Laai hun main tere liye dil mera

Dil yahi maange dua ham kabhi ho na juda
Dil mera tera hai ye dil mera
Ye meri zindagi hai teri...
Tu mera sapana, main tujhe pa gai
O, mere sajana, lo main aa gai...

How true the lyrics were!

She has come into his life unexpectedly, without any motive to impress him, unlike so many who had tried to woo him to get into his good books when success and fame have embraced him. She has come into his life to mess up his life beautifully, giving away her heart to him... ready to give him her life if the need ever arises. How come had he turned so lucky, Raman thought for the nth time. Raman watched as she ran a finger along his jaw line, twirling happily around him, watching him, her eyes pouring out the love she had for him. When she stretched her arm to him, Raman moved with her in bliss, to the rhythm of...love. They both danced on the fast music which followed, unrestrained and ended up losing their balance to fall together on their bed, both breathless and laughing, happiness oozing out of every pore of their body.

When they finally caught their breaths and their hearts had settled, Raman pulled his lovely wife in his arms as they lay in bed, her cheek on his chest.

- Wow! That was one dirty picture that you showed me live on this bed.

Ishita lifted her head to smack him on the chest.

- Dirty picture? Kuch bhi!

He chuckled and grabbed her wrists.

- Ok sorry! One sexy dance! My Vidya Balan.

- Anything for you my dear husband...but of course in the confines of our bedroom...

- I am not complaining at all...I am keeping my sexy wife all for myself.

She blushed profusely, chocked laughter spluttering out as she hid her face in his chest.

- Ishu...

She lifted her chin to look at him lovingly. It was the first time he was addressing her by her nickname.

- If it weren't for you, I would still be the old...

- Sshhh...KItne bolte ho aap...

- Accha? Then shut me up...

He pulled her to him, their face only inches away. His eyes descended to her quivering lips and he whispered:

- I tried romancing the filmy way...Now we are going to try it MY WAY...Bari bold banti ho! Let me see if you have it in you to take this challenge...

His voice trailed off as the playful side of Raman Kumar Bhalla started to surface. He smiled deviously at her, knowing perfectly well that she would not...But she surprised him once again as she always does. She slid her hand over his neck and closed in to plant a kiss on his lips only to move away within fractions of a minute . It was a light peck but the contact was...electrifying.Raman didn't wait any longer. He pulled her to him to meet her halfway and kissed her back until they both gasped for oxygen.

Gazing intently at her, Raman muttered "I am married to one feisty and sassy...witch...err madrassan..." before pulling her to him to devour her pouting lips again, As the heat of his amazingly soft lips met hers, she found her thought processes completely shut down. She could only feel his weight on her, his hands running along the length of her body, trailing along her bare waist as she felt she would com-bust from the pleasure...

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