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I hope everyone is fit and fine and is still dreaming about IshRa.
Well I am back with the bedroom chronicles. This installment is dedicated to the cute Aarohi26 who requested that I update this series.
I was reading some funny stories on a site where people were cracking jokes and relating their embarrassing moments that this idea germinated. I hope you people will enjoy it.
You know the drill. Click LIKE if you like. Leave a comment to please me if possible and if the responses are really awesome, who knows I may give this episode a sequel. For those who are unaware of this series and the reason of it, just check my index to get an idea. This is just a series of random one shots on Mr and Mrs Bhalla in their bedroom.
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Chemistry versus Physics!
Ishita didn't sleep well the whole night. Raman's conversation with her Bala jeeju kept ringing in her ears. She was mad, very mad and on full Jhansi ki Rani mode.
"Arrey yaar Bala what will we do there? You take Vandu and enjoy ok. Mein apni lagdi tyaagi ke saat Kahan jaounga. Bala don't mind Han, ek number ka bore hain tumhari saali. Kuch Karne ka chance hi nahin deti hain yaar...Upar se lagdi hain. To be honest. That wheelchair and plastered foot is a real turn off. I prefer to stay away..."
" Yaar Raman this is the right time...with a plastered foot and she helplessly on a wheelchair you can turn a lot of things in your favour...chemistry toh hain between you two toh thoda physics bhi apply karo na, Tera life will be set...Newton ko jaante ho na...
" Wait! You are the Maths teacher, not me. I am not interested in Newton and in learning Physics. Mein toh sirf Chemistry jaanta houn woh bhi lab ke bahar!"
"Accha! This is why you have employed that lady long legs as secretary han!"
" Dheere bol yaar! If that lagdi sherni hears you, she will eat me alive!"
The two men burst out laughing while Ishita listened behind the door with a not so happy look on her face.
"I am a bore. A turn off! Chemistry outside the lab! Accha! I think it is time to teach you physics woh bhi bedroom ke andar Raavan Kumar!" Ishita muttered under her breath with a plan germinating in her mind.
The next morning, sitting in front of the mirror, looking fresh and beautiful in a parrot green Punjabi suit with a deep cut at the back, Ishita was waiting patiently for her Ravaan Kumar to wake up.
The plastered foot Jhansi ki Rani was ready with her arms and ammunitions to knock out The CEO of the year. A small evil smile crept on her beautiful lips. She knew what button to press to turn on the Ravaan Kumar and no long leg chudail stood a chance in front of a wheelchaired determined wife.
Raman stretched lazily in bed and his eyes drifted to the beautiful sight in front of him. His wife looking at him with a beautiful smile. Could it be a better start of the day?
"Good morning!" She said enthusiastically. And then holding his gaze with a naughty glint, she continued "Do you know how cute and innocent you look when you are sleeping?"
- Accha??
Raman gave her one of his dimpled smile and chuckled inside. His dumbo and clueless wife. If she knew about the not so innocent dreams he was having just minutes before with them as the protagonist artists?
-Ramannn!
She purred, her voice snapped him from his unholy thoughts.
- Will you please help me with my dori?
"Madrassan wants me to tie the string of her suit? Is she that clueless and dumb? Aadmi control karein to kaisse?"
Without a word, Raman climbed out of bed and moved to the mirror. But before he could kneel down behind her, her dupatta fell on the ground. They both bent down at the same moment to pick it up and Raman found himself face to face with her...bosom.
Raman's breathing hitched. It was no secret. Madrassan had one of those figures with those generous curves...hate and her bosom under her sarees dupatta had always tempted him and tickled his imagination.
"God this is torture!"
He immediately summoned his senses to behave and picked the dupatta to wrap it around her neck. He made attempt to move away when she grabbed his wrist and looked at him with her big saucer like eyes with that innocent smile of hers.
- My dori! I have been struggling with it...Please.
"Madrassan jaan leke hi chodengi Aaj."
Nodding, he moved behind her.
Her sexy, creamy, bare back was exposed for him to feast on. How he would love to explore it with his fingers and lips! Their eyes met through the mirror and a smile crept on her lips while her cheeks turned pink.
God! What a frustrated man he was! Those days (was it the salwars and Punjabi suits ? He didn't know) but for some strange reasons, she was looking sexier and hotter. His beautiful wife was there in front of him with a body language indicating that she was more than willing and he had no option but to control his libido, sleep three feet away from her due to that bloody foot when all he wanted was to squeeze her in his arms and ravish her plump lips and make all those dream sequences with her come true.
Raman glanced up to meet her eyes through the mirror and Ishita smiled coyly at him. " I better concentrate on her back, errr... on the dori of her suit". But his fingers were itching to caress her soft and silky skin.
" Beta you better move out from here before you embarrass yourself royally in front of the Madrassan. This thin white pajama fabric won't hide thing much." Raman immediately stood up and turned away swiftly to walk towards the bathroom.
- Thank you.
Ishita said lovingly from behind. Seconds later, Ishita could hear the sound of running water. She chuckled as she looked at her reflection in the mirror.
That was Newton's first law of motion for you Mr CEO of the year. What was that? Oh yes! "An object will remain at rest unless an external force is applied to it." Ishita giggled.
- What are you mumbling with that silly smile on your face?
Ishita turned around and found her wet and hot husband standing in her bathrobe, wiping his hair with a towel.
- Oh you are done already!
She exclaimed.
"I take a bath everyday , so obviously I won't take one whole hour like some people. Five minutes are enough for me", came the taunt from the Raavan. Unfazed and fully enjoying herself, Ishita replied tongue in cheek with that silly smile manifesting again, "Obviously! Five minutes in a cod shower are enough. It all depends of one's own temperature and the temperature around".
- Kya? Oh lagdi tyaagi, have you lost the function of your mind too? What are you talking about?
- Oh never mind you won't understand. Businessman ho na! That's Newton's law of cooling.
Without waiting for an answer, Ishita moved out of the bedroom, trying not to burst out laughing. And the door behind her.
Raman on the other hand was still trying to figure out what the crazy Madrassan was talking about. But going by the look she had and that smile of a cat who had just had a bowl of cream, he knew that she was up to something.
But what?
Raavan Kumar's face! Abhi to picture baaki hain! You will learn many more scientific laws in the bedroom my dear husband! She laughed her heart out before joining the family to prepare breakfast.
Affaire a suivre.
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