Ishra TS : New Years Picnic - Part 2 Added on Pg 4 (Completed) - Page 3

Part 2

The ride back seemed interminable to Ishita. It felt like they'd left hours ago but home was only 35 minutes away. Sighing internally she brushed Ruhi's hair off her face. She had been sleeping silently in the backseat on her Ishima as Raman drove them back home. Ishita was careful to avoid looking across at him, not knowing what to say or do.

For Raman it was pure torture, he was yearning for her but she was too far to even touch so he just kept looking back at her with the rear view mirror tilted completely the wrong way. Thankfully she hadn't noticed. In fact she hadn't even looked up since getting into the car. He could see that her face was flushed and smiled at her embarrassment. Or was it nervousness at what was coming next? He hoped it wasn't fear at least. He only wanted to get home and have her back in his arms again. Feel her skin against his, her lips against his. He promised her in his mind that he would make everything alright, take care of her and make her comfortable with him in this new phase of their relationship.

As they reached home and headed upstairs, Raman took a still-sleeping Ruhi into her room, tucked her in warm and walked into their bedroom. Ishita seemed to be in the washroom so he began to make preparations. He locked the door, turned off the lights and lit some candles around the bed careful to keep them on stable surfaces and out of reach. Last thing they needed was an accidental fire to interrupt their momentous night. He put on some soft music that he hoped sounded romantic and waited for his Madrassan to come out.

Inside the bathroom, Ishita was pacing around anxiously. She had managed to scrounge up the red satin slip that Simmi had gotten her for their honeymoon almost a year ago. She laughed nervously at the thought of it wasting away in the wardrobe all these months. If only Raavan Kumar knew, what all he would have said. What will he say now, seeing her wear it she wondered. She hid her face in her hands. Why was this so hard? After all it was something both had wanted for many months. It was never spoken about openly but clearly reflected in her stolen glances and his burning gazes.

Knowing Raman would be ready outside, she felt unable to delay going out any longer. But her insecurities remained. Despite his barrage of lighthearted taunts and insults, he had always managed to make her feel beautiful just with his eyes, the way his piercing all-consuming scrutiny took her in. And she knew he loved her whole-heartedly, of that she had no longer any doubts. Finally Ishita managed to shake herself out of it and opened the door softly. Outside he was pacing adorably, before noticing her appearance in the doorway.

Seeing her looking unsure and cautious, he went up to her and pulled her into the room holding both her hands. She was looking ravishing in a red night slip, further fogging up his mind and doing something unmentionable to his insides. He let out a deep sigh as he took her in.

R: Ishita, tum jitni khoobsurat aaj lag rahi ho, koi kabhi kisi ne nahi laga

Ishita looked into Raman's eyes at those simple words and saw his love, respect and desire for her in them, knowing immediately that he meant it with all his heart. With that her insecurity began to recede while a wisp of naughtiness resurged. She moved to him more in control of herself, flashing a dazzling smile at him

I: Jaanti hoon

Raman smirked at these words, loving the sexy version of his JKR. He knew she would have been feeling nervous and wished to properly convey how much he wanted her, how much he's wanted her all these months. As beautiful as Ishita was, all that had happened to her had made doubt herself. The thought used to nag at him. That such an educated and otherwise confident person who could face anything as a daughter, sister, friend and mother could also feel this way about herself, about her identity as a woman. Of course he hadn't helped with his jibes and taunts but after they'd become friendly he felt she knew they were only in jest. While in fact he would use those as means to cover up his own feelings from himself.

With the onset of their love, he also began to realize that it was part of his role in her life. That it was upto him to nurture that side of her. To give her that final confidence of a man being completely and totally in love with every bit of who she was and also bursting at the seams with desire for her; which he certainly was.

Ishita had just then noticed the soft glow around the room, looking around in pleasant surprise at the arrangements he had made. Candlelight was perhaps one of her favorite things in the world. There were even some rose petals lying on the bed. As clich as it was, in that moment it was all perfect. She looked back at him, happiness etched in every part of her face and Raman couldn't have wished for anything more.

I: Raman, yeh sab aapne...

R: I wish main tumhe bata sakta, is pal ke kitney sapney dekhe maine

I: Lekin Raman, shayad aapke expectations kuch zyada...

R: Meri expectations sirf yeh hai ke tum mere bahon main hi raho aur main tumhe pyar karoon. That's all I've wanted. Waise toh picnic jaane se pehle bahut baatein kar rahi thi...meri who wali biwi kaha gayi?

Ishita bit her lower lip as she looked down bashfully.

I: Woh wali biwi toh Raavan Kumar ki hai. Ab aap jab Ram Kumar banne chale toh bholi madrassan hi milegi na?

R: Kya?? Yeh tumne pehle kyun nahi baataya. Aisi baat hai to kaun kambakth Ram banega. Main yeh sab phekdeta hoon...

Saying that he made to walk away from her but she held him back, their fingers still intertwined.

I: Nahi, please rehne do na

More than her hands, the tone in her voice held him in place as he looked into her eyes. The candlelight was dancing brightly there as his arms encircled her waist and whispered,

R: Toh tumhara Raavan kya karta aisa waqt mein

I: Aap mujhe pooch rahe ho...maine socha ke imagination toh aaphi ke paas hai

He smirked wickedly at that and without warning he jerked her to himself and crashed his lips into hers. They eased into the kiss immediately like they had been doing it for years; as though their hungry mouths knew each other inside and out. Raman leaned into her like he couldn't get enough and she was struggling to stay upright so she pressed closer to him moving her hands up his neck and into his hair pulling his head back a bit to keep the kiss going.

After several long moments she pulled apart breathing heavily and Raman took the opportunity to walk them over closer to the bed. Slowly he sat her back onto the bed. As she watched him with heated eyes, he removed his shirt and joined her under the sheets. Ishita could feel her heart thudding loudly as he scooted over on top of her. She ran her fingers over his uncovered chest for the first time. He breathed in sharply as a finger moved over a sensitive spot. She gave him a coy smile and tucked away the information for later.

R: Aa gayi Raavan ki Jhansi ki rani?

Leaning down he captured her mouth in a deep kiss as his hands moved down her curves over the satiny cloth. She moaned softly as these new sensations overtook her thoughts until finally his hands rested at the bottom of the hem on her thighs. Slowly he freed her from the slip, making her fully visible to him. His eyes reflected a darkness as he took her in and Ishita's body responded as a warmth settled in her lower stomach.

I: Raman...

R: My god you're beautiful

She breathed out as she heard those words, her nails dug into his shoulders and she pulled down on him, unable to wait any longer. Raman wanted to slowdown, to savor his gorgeous wife and give her a perfect first time. He looked into her eyes and spoke softly

R: I'm going to try to take it slow but tell me anytime you want me to stop. I only want to make you happy.

He held her cheek and she nodded back. She wasn't nervous any more, just filled with desire for him. As she looked up into his eyes, she thought about all that he had endured, crossing the treacherous waters of heartbreak, finally making his heart whole again for her. To be able to love her. She touched her palm to his cheek to which he turned and gave a kiss. She promised her murugan she would always safeguard his gentle heart that cared so much for everyone. To not just be faithful but to give his love flight with her support and devotion.