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"Aa dekhe zara kiss mein kitna hain dum..."
"Things will accelerate depending on the force you apply on it!"
The Newton's second law of motion was now being pondered upon very eagerly by Ishita with her invisible devil horns protruding on both sides of her head.
"Just strike when the iron is really hot!"
After her successful trailer in the morning where she taught the Raavan Kumar Newton's first law and he literally ran to the bathroom to cool himself, Ishita was fully set for her next lesson to the CEO. She was feeling like that little cub who had just tasted blood for the first time and she wanted more!
Tonight was perfect to put her next plan into action. She should remember to be discreet so that he didn't suspect her at all, Ishita told herself. She took her carnet and started to jot how she would proceed. She decided that she would decorate their bedroom with scented candles to create the right ambiance to make the CEO take back those words regarding her as the biggest bore and her wheelchair the biggest turn off.
She immediately starting rummaging in her wardrobe. "Where is my new "see thru" blue cotton kurti which I bought upon Mihika's insistence weeks back?"
Blue was her Raavan's favourite colour and the colour had proved quite lucky for them.
Didn't they spend their first time alone in the house when she was wearing that sexy blue dress he gifted her? Ishita smiled lovingly reminiscing the moment they had together. Things were different at that time but the chemistry and the attraction was definitely there. He had gaped at her and she had not failed to notice where his eyes were drifting when she was walking around. Chaalu Kumar! Ishita mumbled with a smile.
Things had changed so much now. They were in love with each other...they were longing to be together. She desired him and he wanted her badly too. Ishita blushed profusely. How could she forget their last holi together?The way his fingers had been stroking her back, his lips grazing her collarbone, the way he had carried her up to the bed, sending shivers down her spine by those feathery kisses...if only Ruhi hadn't interrupted them...
Ishita immediately shook her head to clear her mind from those images!
"Get a grip of yourself Jhansi ki Rani! You are on a mission. The plan is to get a nice romantic atmosphere in our bedroom, have myself looking fresh and beautiful when he comes back, act coy, get into touchy situations to get Mr Bhalla busted!"
Ishita laughed aloud! She was evil and she didn't mind it all. Everything was fair in love and war and she just loved to fight with her Raavan!
But unfortunately, neither did she get the chance to fix their bedroom nor to get ready before Raman came. She had got busy with Ruhi and Adi and when she had come downstairs, she needed to help with dinner.
Ishita was in the kitchen making a salad when she saw him. The CEO was back home earlier than usual.
- You are back?
- Yes. One meeting got cancelled. One cup of steaming hot tea for me please! I'll go freshen up.
Minutes later when Ishita entered the room, her voice died in her throat. Shirtless Raavan Kumar was standing in front of the mirror brushing his hair. He turned to look at her and smiled. He had his face freshly scrubbed. The man was always too hot to handle be it in the shower or after the shower. Her cheeks reddened instantly.
"Stop staring at him like this!" She found her mind ordering her but it seemed that her mind had lost control over her senses. Could it be his perfume which had invaded her nostrils that had fogged her mind?
She looked as he drew closer and when he leaned to take the cup of tea from her hands, Ishita swallowed hard.
- Thank you.
He said softly and sipped the hot liquid, his eyes never leaving her face.
The expression on his face!
Something about it unnerved her. Was she imagining things or were they full of desire for her? Surprising her further, putting the cup on the table, he sat down in front of her and asked softly.
- Are you ok? Your cheeks are all red. And you are sweating too.
Ishita gulped as he brushed away that thin film of sweat from he forehead.
"Wait a minute! What is going on here?"
She was supposed to control the situation not the other way round! But there she was! Acting like a hormonal teenager in front of her nangu pangu husband! Ishita immediately turned her wheel chair away in an attempt to move far from him but found his hand firmly stopping it to go any further.
He was kneeling just behind her now, his breaths fanning the back of her neck.
- You work too much Ishita. Why is Neelu here?
"Very good question! Why is Neelu here! Why didn't I the tea through Neelu? Why did I venture into the Devil's den? I better move out from here..."
Ishita was still scolding herself mentally when...her breathing hitched.
His hands were now on her shoulders and they felt warm and soft.
- Where are you going?
- I...i am not yet done with the... dinner...
Good excuse!
But her breath caught in her throat when she realized that his hands were now moving along her shoulders. Closing her eyes, her cheeks all flushed, she tried her best to get a grip of herself. He is the Raavan! The brute! Ishita told herself several times and she even tried to think of things she found distressing about him but... in vain.
The man behind her was everything but brute and distressing. She found herself glued on her wheelchair as Raman moved her hair gently from behind with his fingers brushing the bare the skin of her neck. Ishita's heart thudded in her chest.
When he pressed his lips right there in the deep hollow of her neck , Ishita knew that she was doomed because her voice was more of a plea to her own ears.
- Stop it Raman!
- Stop what?
His lips were still grazing the bare and sensitive skin of her neck while his hands were moving along her arms over the soft fabric of her cotton kurti. She could feel the gentleness and softness of his touch as they travelled to rest on her heaving breasts where his hands entwined hers.
She was still lost in the moment when he kissed her neck again, his stubble grazing the side of her neck and collarbone in the process and right there...in that very moment...Ishita who didn't get the opportunity to apply Newton's second law of motion. got her first hand experience of Newton's third law of motion as her traitorous body tingled in response.
"To every action, there is an equal and opposite reaction".
She sighed with her eyes still closed when she heard his voice.
- Ishita...
Completely disoriented, Ishita opened her eyes to find herself face to face with Raman who was kneeling in front of her. Brushing her cheeks gently with his knuckles, he whispered:
- Time to get down from cloud 9 to planet Earth. Don't we say that "What goes up must go down"?
- Huh?
- Newton's law of gravity right?
- Huh?
Raman chuckled.
- Never mind! Hota hain! Even with a doctor...err... I mean dentist. I think I better put on some clothes on myself before...I catch a cold. By the way I am starving. I think you should really go and give a helping hand in the kitchen.
Raman winked at his adorable wife and stood up to move to the bathroom with an evil lopsided smile while the adorable wife stood there...sat there on her wheelchair...feeling like an idiot.
Half an hour later, dinner was a quiet affair for our beautiful couple, both lost in their own thoughts.
While Ishita was still smacking herself mentally for that lapse of self control, Raman was relishing both his food and victory.
***Flashback****
Raman was coming back home to get a file when his attention was caught by some noises coming from his in laws house.
Stifling laughters and giggles!
He could clearly identify his wife's giggles. Paagal Madrassan! But then Mihika's loud laughs with Vandu saying "Poor Raman" stopped him. Alarm bells ringing in his ears, he had immediately peeped in to see what these Iyer sisters were up to.
Sitting in the living room, they were apparently having a field day with him being the protagonist entertainer.
- Akka seriously! I knew that you can be naughty but dropping your dupatta purposely! What a tease!
The three women burst out laughing and Raman finally realized why his crazy Madrassan of a wife was looking like Cheshire Cat in the morning. She had heard his conversation with Bala and wanted to teach him a lesson.
"Well, I will beat you in your own game Jhansi ki Rani!"
With that promise, he had gone to his favourite Maths teacher cum brother in law Bala to learn some scientific rules too!
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