"Raman, no please." she begged with big round eyes while he glared at her.
"I thought we both were very intelligent people but now I wont be able to believe that ever again.", he whispered angrily into her ears as she burried herself in his arms so deep, the embarrassment not allowing her to meet his eyes.
*It was a busy monday and expect Ishita to call him urgently in their old house at Akash Ganga Society. He was least bothered about the interior designs but nevertheless he had drived all the way after office just for wifey dearest.
He walked into their old room, smirking as he recalled his earlier conversation with her, "No extra couch will be entertained here. Just one bed." he was firm and she had blushed.
A certain can in the corner brought him out of his reverie. The greasy lid made him think it was some kind of oil. Why would a worker leave it here? With a little jerk he got the lid off and was about to peer inside when a loud bang rattled him and his hands slipped on the oily surface, landing directly into the can.
"F**k" he muttered, vexed. It was paint, white paint and his hands had fallen wrist deep into it.
"Raman-" she waltz into the room, looking sweaty after a running session. She was wearing her black track suit, the one that was tagged as too tight'.
"Andhi bhais (You blind buffalo). Because of you my hands slipped.", he took out his paint soaked hands and looked dumbfounded at Ishita who looked least bothered.
"Raman, car keys. Quick.", in few strides she cornered him and palmed his chest pocket. The sudden grabbing alarmed him or rather his senses.
"Its not here." she muttered and her hands moved on their own accord into his coat pockets. An irritated expression formed on her face, upon not finding the keys even there , as if she was the one being rubbed up the wrong way.
"Oh it must be here." and both her hands attacked his pant at the same time. She prodded her hands deep into his pockets as if they were a mile long well.
"Stop it", he whispered hoarsely as her hands brushed his most sensitive flesh.
"Whats this?", she mumbled groping him out of the blue. The realisation of what it was made her turn, her back towards him. So flushed that she wasnt able to face him.
That was it for him. He thanked the gods for her hair being up in a chignon, so that his paint laiden hands didnt spoil them but felt bad for her new addidas track suit because the next moment his hands grabbed her twos in a fierce grip making her squeal.
"Whats this, I wonder." he turned her towards him and next his hands landed on her hips. "Do you know whats this?"
"Ramannn..are you finding the car keys on me?", her incoherent mumbling was accompanied by un-buttoning shirts, unhooking bras and zipping down pants.
"Yes checking thoroughly, in case you have them hidden." she felt like being at the airport security, where a "certain officer" was "checking" her for hidden drug packets. She imagined her husband in the navy blue attire, poking the metal detecters all around her and then working his way inside her hidden contours with his hands.
"They are not here", he said, contended with everything that was waist up.
"Maybe here" she gestured her hands towards her tight pants and groned as he bit her near navel.
Next her pants joined the heap of forbidden clothes as they witnessed the carnal engagements of their masters.
Next Morning
As the morning light flooded in, her eyes fluttered open.
"Raman" his name being the first that escaped her mouth as she woke up and the last when she slept.
"I think my back is broken. Did we have dinner last night?" he groaned back as she rolled off him and took in her naked form.
"Aiyyo" she realised they were not home but actually in their old house, snuggled on the dusty floor and not to mention naked.
*She begged again but when no response ensued, she meekly stepped up towards the dirt coated mirror and looked at herself.
The horror she felt yet again was nothing she had ever felt in her life. There were two huge white hand prints on her black t-shirt, directly above her breasts, the adidas logo hidden and faded. Turning she gasped as her eyes took in the same handprints on her hips. The white handprints were all over her black attire but the most pronounced they were on the two places where she didnt want them to be.
"Please Raman", she begged him again for the millionth time.
"Ishita if you say that word again, I will taken you again here on this floor as the workers work outside. How long can we stay here with a locked door? We have to go out Ishita, one day or other!"
"Dont you look at me as if its my fault! Having a locked door is so difficult, be it here or there, isnt it?" she huffed back, not meeting her own eye in the mirror.
What would a deprived couple do? You are fully legal to have you significant other but still the whole world will keep you both apart.
"Okay now, until we find a way at least lets find the car keys." he suggested grimly.
"They are in my purse.", unknowingly her mouth quipped the truth.
"What?" he said, as if not believing that his wife could lie to him.
This was her official Lets-die-of-embarrassment day.
"Woh I..I had them all along, I wanted us to spend the night here, but of course not like this." her cheeks were as red as his eyes.
"This" he said pointing his finger at her "Suits you. I already feel stupid for opening that stupid can. God! I am turning into a jagga jasoos like you."
"Sorry, please. You looked so handsome and I have been controlling since ages Raman. We were almost at it on saturday, everything was set. We were almost there but then the ever eternal family dramas summoned us and you left me high and dry..so I took this matter in my own hands" she rambled away as he gazed at her, baffled. How much more adorable can she get?
He crossed the devil of a distance between them and kissed her agonisingly, as if punishing and thanking her at the same time.
"Again?" it was not a question but a promise from his side. A promise to be fulfilled each day, each night. Each frikking moment of their lives.
oOoI have no idea how it has turned out.😆 Still sleepy so ignore errors😳
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