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I hope you are enjoying my new short story on IshRa. The chapter 3 is ready where IshRa are meeting after a past. It is full of angst, intensity and passion. I personally like what I have written in this chapter. I wish to know how you feel about it. In the next chapter I will elaborate a bit more on IshRa's past. Since in this story I am mixing past and present events in IshRa's life, please feel free to tell me if I am confusing you.😳 Also your suggestions are highly welcomed.
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Chapter 3:
"Real eyes realize real lies."
Six months later they were meeting again and as abrupt as it was on their first encounter. Ishita felt her mouth completely dry as his eyes scanned her face till their eyes clashed.
- You really thought I won't recognize you Miss Ishita Iyer?
Ishita gulped and looked away to avoid being skewered by his eyes any longer.
- I would recognize that back side anywhere in a crowd!
Ishita gasped at the man's insolence and turned, ready to fire at him but went scarlet instead. His dark eyes were roving over her shamelessly and she felt exposed and very conscious of her womanhood in a way that he only had the power to make her feel. It had always been like this with him - being acutely aware of him and conscious of her feelings and her heart going erratic...but not anymore!
She felt a spark of anger ignite inside of her and she lashed out.
- Behave yourself Raman Kumar Bhalla and stay within your limits or else...
- Or else you will jump to my throat like a wounded lioness.
He smirked while Ishita fumed. Unfazed he continued in his provocations.
- Some people and their ways simply do not change. Same attitude, same judging of people, same...
- ...hard boned, arrogant people with the same dry and incisive humor. Yes you are right! Some people and their ways do not change at all.
The tension was palpable...
Fortunately the ringing of her mobile in her handbag put a halt to their face off.
"Mihika I am sorry. I need to go. I am really not feeling well. Please ask Mihir to drop you. Don't worry about Amma. I will handle things home."
Without giving her sister any time to react and response, she disconnected the call and turned away to go without a word to the man who was standing besides her. Raman watched as she walked towards the lobby and out of the building towards the parking lot, her head high and steps steady.
1,2,3...Calm down Ishita, she told herself several times in her head rushing her steps and stopping only when she reached her car. Taking in a deep breath, she dug her hand in her bag to get her keys when she heard him again.
- It is late! I'll drop you.
What does this man think about himself? Without bothering to turn around, she answered tautly.
- No thank you but I have my car. Besides I don't take lifts from strangers.
- You are an awful driver. It will be really a pity if you run on some beggars on the pavement while...
Without thinking, Ishita turned to face him and blurted out: For your kind information this is not Mumbai!
Their eyes met...the windows to their souls...knowing eyes...eyes which had acknowledged a lot that had transpired between them. The same eyes which had always caught their true feelings which their lips had always refused to voice out.
The usually calm and composed Ishita was now a bundle of nerves. How she hated that man! A man who clearly deserved nothing else but indifference from her. She would not let him affect her so much. Her chin stubborn and her eyes stormy, Ishita again struggled to open the door of her car when he snatched the keys from her hand.
- Stop being over-dramatic! I said I will drop you.
- Stop bossing me about! I said I don't need a lift.
- Ok! Fine. I am calling your sister and you then explained why you are looking like a frightened animal to turn tail and to take fight.
- No!
- Good!
He walked away towards his car. "Get in", he said and opened the passenger door and walked around to slip into the driver's seat.
Over my dead body, Ishita wanted to retort but she knew that it was futile arguing back with that...Raavan! With bad grace she deposited herself in the seat and the door was hardly shut before the car was pulling away.
An awkward silence settled. Ishita looked covertly at the hard profile and then looked away, aware that her heart was being very erratic. " I live in..."
"I know where Mihika stays."
Dismissed!
She pursed her lips and stared out of the window and watched the buildings swishing past. Suddenly, the car turned sharply onto the left- his death lane and Ishita stiffened in alarm. Her "This isn't the way!" received no acknowledgement.
The car pulled into a small path that wound away further from the side road into a deserted path. " Raman! What are you doing?" She heard herself said in a hysterical voice. He killed the engine and faced her.
- We need to talk.
- Do we? I thought you were very clear about not owing me any explanation.
- I still don't owe you any explanation. As far as I know I never played any game with you. I promised you nothing and I didn't force you into anything.
- Yes you didn't.
- Then what is your problem? Why are you behaving like a shrinking violet?
How she wished to jump at his throat like he had just suggested on the terrace earlier! Instead she averted her eyes with disgust.
- I want to go home.
Silence...
When he spoke up finally, Ishita turned speechless.
- I was right about you, wasn't I?
Ishita looked at him surprised.
- What do you mean?
- You wanted marriage from the beginning. What a fool I was! Why did I forget that suspicion is one of those baggage that every wealthy man is forced to carry on his shoulders?Is it why you always played the hard to get?
Ishita listened, horrified by all those accusations howled at her. She was speechless. How could he imply that she was an opportunist?
- You knew from the beginning that I was non committal but you thought you would make me change my mind. After all, you were so different from the other women that I used to be surrounded with. Not overtly glamorous, no designer clothes, the right little noises of refusal every time a present was offered to you...
That was it! He was crossing his limits. This man would never change. He was not only cold and rude but also cruel. Refusing to listen to the insanity he was saying, Ishita swung round and started groping for the door handle but found herself yanked back to face him and he continued his assaults.
- You understood that I was deadly serious about steering clear of involvement with any woman so you decided to cut your losses and run.
- Leave me you brute!
- Truth hurts isn't it Ishita?
- Why will I be hurt by you or anything you say? It is only people we care about who hurt us. You are nothing. You leave me indifferent.
His eyes clouded with a fury but only for some seconds because the next minute he was back to what he had always been- a lean mean machine!
- Oh yeah! You amaze me Ishita. I now wonder how much was real, how much was pretense when you were with me!
His voice was calm, he was hissing those words like a snake ready to sting her but his eyes were letting him away. They were furious. His fingers were biting into her and Ishita had to stop herself from crying out in pain.
- Let's see how much indifferent you are, shall we?
He pulled her towards him and his mouth met hers with a force that sent her head reeling back. Her efforts to escape were fruitless. He had one hand securely at the back of her neck and one was holding her head.
She closed her eyes and groaned as his lips forced her to part hers. She heard him whispered something against her mouth but didn't catch what he said. Slowly she found herself succumbed to the heat that his touch had stirred in her, overwhelming her completely and urging her to respond to his kiss.
When he pulled back, Ishita felt completely disoriented.
- Point proved! Happy to know that in this department you were not pretending.
The urge to tear his eyes out was very strong. Disgusted with herself, why oh why... Ishita turned away to hide the sting of tears. He didn't deserve her tears. He didn't deserve anything from her. How did she ever fall in love with a man without an ounce of scruple like him? Leaving him was the best decision of her life, Ishita was now sure.
She kept staring outside as her vision blurred with unshed tears while he drove to the society without a word, his knuckles white around the steering wheel. .
As soon as the car stopped, Ishita threw open the door and rushed towards the staircases leading to her apartment, not looking back once.
End of chapter 3😳
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