prop OSthon thread #2 completed 12 os - Page 24

Originally posted by: Angel13

Beautiful naughty Os
Loved it
Really enjoying reading all these shots of ishra
Thanks a lot everyone for providing fabulous stories and keep hooked with Ishra

Originally posted by: rnarayan

Nice updates

Originally posted by: RomComFan

Lovely OS Aishu, thanks so much for the PM!

Love the use of the props and the idea of a weekend alone for them... guess we can only get that in our FFs... 🤣

The flirting and the natural way they came together was cute ... did not know that about drumsticks BTW...No matter, I still dislike them but it's an interesting fact so thanks for that.😊

Special thanks for the English translation.

Originally posted by: cloudy24

Arey yaar aishu sorry.. i read wen ur pm came. Later i caught up with my cousin's marriage...😭 southindian n drumstick connection😆 i was laughing 😆 cute one aishu😊👏

Originally posted by: arunabhi

I am back to write my Ramayan 🤣. Aishu first of all thanks for the lovely dedication and the meaning of drumstick has changed for all of us since that day 🤣🤣. I really wanna know which AT number was that besharami ki height 🤣. LMAO 🤣. Most of them do not know the whole motive behind this drumstick 🤣 and you have redefined this vegetable all over again 🤣. My stomach is aching and I am coughing like a mad woman now and mention not earning glares from him 🤣.

Coming to you OS, Please don't say writing Romance is not your forte. This one is just too romantic and Hot ☺️☺️☺️. We are capable of analyzing this OS also in to different layers but those read my comment might get scared and as always only we people can deal with it 🤣. Puttar could not stay away from Biwi even for a minute. kya baath hai Puttar playing with drumstick without knowing the kamaal ki properties of drumstick ☺️🤣. I so loved it when she cutely convinced him for having drumstick and he was so excited about the pre and post dessert that in between really did not matter to him 😳☺️. The sisters talk when she murmured, If this is his mood even before having drumstick then his mood after eating . I can imagine her blushing like nothing if they ever show us this kind of a romantic situation. Anyways we are watching YHM in sanskari slot and with the haddis around 😡 kuch nahi hoga 😭.

Uff ☺️❤️ that drumstick romance when both sat down for eating. Chewing and sucking the drumstick from either ends. That was just too sensuous for words and then on the bed tho you weaved a beautiful romantic scene ❤️ followed by the google wala part. You cracked me off and the final line by him .. Haiyee Haiyee ☺️ ☺️. Aiyooo, loved it Aishu 😳❤️

You also took me to forbidden land and I know you would have written this for whom. I am not mentioning that here 😳 which made this OS even special ☺️❤️
Jhappi pa le Aishu 🤗. Tu tho chaag gayi 👏👏👏. Brilliant and I loved every single line.

Love you Aishu for such a romantic blush wala OS 🤗❤️

Something which I wrote long back and have changed it to suit the present ISHRA! Actually, Ishra in my mind 😆

Warning: Filmy, crazy romance...absolutely no logic at all! 😆😉

Assumption, Small c & Big C are over!

Errors honge, so pls excuse that...

Props are holi powder and ice cubes. Happy Holi in advance...hope we get a romantic ISHRA holi this time also...

OS: Mere rang mein rangne waali

It was Holi and one of those rare days when Raman Kumar Bhalla was free from office and he was still sleeping as he had returned late the previous night after an important project meeting. The whole family had left for a Holi celebrations organized in their previous apartment by the residents association. The repair work, painting and renovation of the apartments were also complete and they were also having a grand party for the completion.

So the entire Bhalla house was empty and silent.

Raman squinted his eyes and looked for Ishita around. She wasn't seen anywhere neither her humming was heard from the washroom. He knew that the family was out and was also sure that she wouldn't have gone with them leaving him alone. Perhaps, she had got up early and was hiding somewhere. They had a bet last evening regarding Holi. He had challenged that he would be the first one to smear colour on her. He knew that she hated the colors and do anything to stop him but he was all determined.

Holi was the only festival that she hated to celebrate. The hygiene freak in her made her coil back that day. She hated the colors for the simple fact that she felt that it wouldn't be good for the hair and skin and the water used might not be safe. It would contain all sorts of germs and harm in the worst possible ways. In fact, she even asked the family and the kids to stay out of it but all were too thrilled to listen to her. Then after a point, she just let the matter rest after getting assurance from papa ji that they would ensure that the colors and the water was safe. She was concerned for Ruhi and Ananya but Simmi had taken charge of the kids.

During her arguments on the same with Raman, he had planned to drench her in colours. But Ishita, the jagga jaasoos had somehow spied on his thoughts and said that none of his plans were going to work with her. So in order to save herself from him, she had gone missing early in the morning.

Raman lay in the bed and called her loudly yet in a romantic voice "Ishitaaa...zara idhar aana plzzz...HOOO madrasan, pati ko aise ignore karogi toh paap lagega"

It was his routine call, early every morning, he used to call her and as soon as she comes, drag her back to the bed cuddling close to her. She would come to the room with the intention of waking him up but the moment, he grabs her hand and pulls her into his arms, she would forget the entire purpose of her visit and snuggle into his embrace till Ruhi or someone else summons her. She used to love this morning routine...so did he...

Their days started together in that cuddle and of course, nights too. When Raman was out of town, they used to call up each other and cuddle the phones instead! Their craziness or the want for each other didn't stop at that. It was much more than words could explain. The confession of each other's feelings had literally ripped open their controlled, bottled up desires. So they never missed any possible chance to be in each other's arms.

But today it was different. There was no sign of her even after 2 or 3 calls. He was annoyed slightly "dekho Ishitaa...chup chaap aa jaavo warna main yahaan se hilne waala nahi hoom...phir mujhse matth kehna ke main dher tak so gaya!!"

When there was no effect to his threats, he decided to get up and look for her but he was continuing his threatening speeches while searching the whole place, "HOOO Ishitaaa...ab bas bhi karo yaar...jaldi baahar aa jaavo...yeh kya bachpana hai??? dekho, mujhe pathaa hai ke tum yahi kahi chupi ho..."

He looked into all the rooms, kitchen, wash rooms, balcony...but she wasn't seen anywhere.

That's when he noted something peculiar in Ruhi's room. Her dresses were all on the bed. Ishita, being a cleanliness freak always was well organized and kept it all inside the wardrobe.

He was amused seeing this mess and instantly he realized what was different. He went and opened the wardrobe. There she sat all curled up like a kid frightened of thunder or lightening or the blasting sounds of crackers. She smiled sheepishly seeing his "I caught you" look

He grinned and looked at her, remarking sarcastically "tum jaanthi ho, tumaare jaisa iss duniya mein ek hi piece hogi...!"

The next instant, he picked her up in his arms and closed the wardrobe. As he walked to their room, he was continuously lecturing her "Itna mehnat karne ki kya zaroorat hai Jhansi ki rani? I would have found you anyways...usske andar beitke kuch ho jaatha tho"

She smiled and enquired, "aww meri itni fikar, huh?"

He teased her, "tumaari nahi...uss ward robe ki fikar hai mujhe...Ruhi ki favorite Barbie wardrobe ko kuch ho jaatha tho"

She pouted and before he could complete the sentence, she stretched up and kissed his lips and silencing him at once.

He smiled against her lips as he placed her gently on the bed. Feeling the thud onto the bed, she broke the lip lock and opened her eyes "What are you up to Raavan Kumar??"

Raman replied huskily as he slid by her side "humaara toh iraadha wahi puraana hai bas andaaz kuch naya socha hai...Kya khayaal hai madam?"

Ishita, pretending false anger and trying to get up "aapka anokha andaaz mujhe samajh aa raha hai...chaliye chodiye...mujhe bohat kaam hai..."

Raman holds her back and forces her down, pinning her to the bed, "aaah aaah...aaj toh sab kaam waam ko chutti deh dho...bohat hogaya kaam ke bahaane aur tumaari hide and seek ka khel...ab kuch romance bhi kar hi lethe hai!!"

He leaned further to her and slowly blew air into her ears which tickled and taunted her senses.

Ishita blushes and starts playing with her hair, "aap harr waqt mujhe pataane ke naye naye raaste doondte rehthe ho...Raavan ke isi andaaz pe hum fida hai!"

Raman winked at her and slowly undid her braid voicing huskily, "main kya sochtha hoom isska tho tumhe andaaza bhi nahi hoga madrasan"

She closed her eyes in a heavenly pleasure when his fingers gently played and glided along her long beautiful hair. He quickly pulled out a silky white ribbon and tied it around her eyes all of a sudden. Ishita felt the ribbon on her eyes and was startled, "what are you doing Raman??...please na Raman, khol dho"

Raman wasn't letting her go so easily, "Nahi madrasan...aaj toh tumhe wahi karna hoga jo main kahunga...bas chup chaap laete raho...aur apna surprise ka wait karo!"

She gave up her struggles as she knew that he was stubborn enough and also because she was enjoying this magical romance which felt so new and special, "fine...jo hukhum aakhaa"

"That's like a good girl!!!"

He grinned and continued tying the ribbon. She couldn't see anything but could feel his wet kisses on her face. He kissed her eye lids, following a line of kisses down her cheeks and then her trembling lips. His hands were continuously engaged in her hair, combing them with his fingers which was also pushing her into a dreamy state. She was literally drowned or lost in him.

Pee Loon Tere Neele Neele Naino Se Shabnam,
Pee Loon Tere Geele Geele Honto Ki Sargam,
Pee Loon Hai Peene Ka Musam,
Tere Sang Ishq Kaari Hai,
Tere Sang Ik Khumari Hai,
Tere Sang Chain Bhi Mujhko,
Tere Sang Bekarari Hai...

At that instant, the calling bell rang irritating Raman and Ishita with the same intensity but Ishita came back to her senses pretty soon and tried to jump up "shaaayad Neelu hogi...hattiye aur isse nikhaaliye"

She tried to remove the ribbon but he stopped her again "tum kahi nahi jaavogi...aaj Neelu ko bhi chutti dehthe hai...kuch dher bell dabaaakhe chali jaayegi...aaj humaare beech kisi aur ka entry allowed nahi...forget everything else"

Ishita frowned and complained, "main toh samajh gayi...par unn barthano ko kaun samjhaayega??? Usse ab saaf kaun karega??? Aur baaki kaam bhi..."

Raman instantly smacked her head, "ufff...main yahaan romantic baatein keh raha hoom aur tumhe barthan aur kaam ki padhi hai!!!"

He stopped to think for a second and then said, "accha, hum dono sab kaam share karenge...ok??? Ab chup chaap yahi leiti raho"

He knew that she wouldn't rest till she is assured of the work being done. Ishita nodded and he added "ab chup!!! Aur ek shabd nahi!!"

Ishita smiled and just let it be. She slid back silently and let him have his way. Anyways, she was enjoying this new way of romance too.

Tere Bin Jee Nahi Lagta
Tere Bin Jee Nahi Sakta,
Tujh Pe Hai Haare Maine Waare Do Jahan
Kurbaan Marhban Ke Main To Kurbaan,
Sun Le Sadaaa...

After a moment, she felt something cold and wet on her face. She realized that he had a few ice cubes, perhaps he took it from the kitchen before searching for her. He was gliding them on her face. She shuddered, wriggled and twitched at the touch of the cold water. Then she could feel his fingers wiping her face softly and passionately giving her a shiver. She wasn't in her senses. She lay hypnotized like a doll under his control.

She slid into his arms as he slowly buried his face into the hollow of her neck. She felt as if he was touching her for the first time. As a matter of fact, he had that effect on her every time he did that but again, today it seemed totally different and unique.

She was in some romantic dream world totally out of the world and amazing.

Hosh Main Rahon Kyun Aaj Main,
Tu Meri Bahon Main Simti Hai,
Mujh Main Samayi Hai Youn,
Jis Tarah Tu Thodi Ho Nadi,
Tu Mere Seene Main Chubti Hai,
Sagar Tumara Main Hon.
Pee Loon Teri Dheemi Dheemi Lahron Ki Chamcham.
Pee Loon Teri Saundi Saundi Sanson Ko Har Dam,
Pee Loon Hai Peene Ka Mausam

And then, all of a sudden, everything stopped. She could feel him slid something into her hands and it looked like he had got up from the bed. She was angry but more than that, she felt dropped like a hot potato. She got up, removed the ribbon and saw what was in her hands.

It was a small note "This game was fun...lets do it more often!"

She looked around. He had escaped into the washroom. She was confused what all that was. What was the game was he talking about? That's when she looked around her. While he brought her, she had failed to see that he had changed their bed spread into a pure white one and now colors were all over the sheet. She looked at her hands...it had colors too. That's when she came back to the present and remembered his bet to smear colors on her. She jumped out of the bed and rushed to the mirror.

She almost screamed out of fright, "ewww..."

She looked horrible. Her hair looked like that of a wet hen drenched in a horrible mix of dirty colors...her face looked like a color painted zebra crossing.

She was mad at him..."RAMANNN...AAP KO AAJ NAHI CHODUNGI!!!"

She screamed as she sprinted to the wash room's door.

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This is a teasing OS but have one more part in mind...if u all want, then I will post it later today! ❤️

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