Part 19C
Aaj Phir Tumpe Pyar Aaya Hai
Aakash Ganga Society
Bhalla Apartment
8.30 pm
The door to the Bhalla apartment was standing open as Ishita reached the lobby. She stepped inside and pulled the door closed behind her.
"Raman" she called, taking a few tentative steps inside. "Raman?"
A sound caught her ears and she moved towards an open doorway. She knew it was his room. On the two or three occasions she had been inside here, Ruhi had pointed the rooms out to her.
Ishita reached the half open door and peered in.
Raman was sitting on his bed, his head bowed, his fists clenched. Ishita rushed in, kneeling before her husband, her hands on his face, attempting to get him to look at her.
"Raman" she whispered. "Aisa kyun kar rahe ho? Itna pee kyun rahe theh aap? Mein kya karti Raman?Kisi se kuch keh nahi sakti. Kuch bata nahi sakti. Kya chahte ho mujhse? Raman, look at me." {Raman, why are you doing this? Why were you drinking so much? What could I do Raman? I can't say anything to anyone. I can't tell them anything. What do you expect from me? Raman, look at me}
He raised his face and looked at her and she recoiled at the anguish in his eyes.
"Raman" she whispered. "Kya hua?" {Raman, what is it?}
The next moment she was in his arms, as he pulled her to himself, wrapping his arms around her, hiding his face in her tresses.
Raman could not understand his own reactions. Shagun had betrayed him. Ishita never would. He knew that with as much certainty as he knew his own name.
But the possessiveness he felt for Ishita, the pain he had felt when he saw Abhi with her, he had never felt before, not even when Shagun had left him.
He had felt as though he was drowning, falling into an abyss from which there was no escape, a hell from which there was no redemption.
But now with her arms around him, he knew he was saved. He was overreacting, he knew that. But logic seemed to take a flying leap when it came to his feelings for Ishita.
He had no idea whether she loved him as much as he did her. She had come close to him because of Ruhi. But he had fallen just for her. He loved her. He adored her. He craved her. He could not imagine life without her. And he knew he could not go through this again. This charade had to end now. He had to claim his wife before the world. Before anyone tried to take her away.
He tightened his arms around her, crushing her as if he could merge their very souls together.
Aaj phir tumpe pyar aaya hai
Aaj phir tumpe pyar aaya hai
Behad aur beshumar aaya hai
She clung to him, holding him close, stroking his hair, caressing him, until she felt him relax, until his body stopped trembling.
"Raman" she whispered again. "Talk to me"
Her voice snapped him out of the miasma he had been in, and he pushed her away, getting up and walking to the door. He slammed the door shut and then turned to face her, his eyes blazing.
"If I see you with him again, I'll ...I'll do something to him Ishita, I'm warning you."
"Then let's go and tell everyone Raman. Do you think I want him near me? I can't tell anyone the truth because we were going to get our families on side first. But do you think I like this any better than you? I.. I can't stand it Raman. I can't stand having Abhi near me, having everyone treat us like a couple. I'm your wife. Yours. I want everyone to know that. I want to hold your hand in public, to dance with you. I want to be with you Raman."
He strode from the door to the bed where she stood, crushing her to his chest.
"And I want to be with you, my madrasan. You're right, we need to tell everyone. I can't go through this again Ishita. Do you know what I wanted to do down there, when I saw you with him?" He pulled away slightly, holding her slightly away from him, his face hovering over hers so that she could feel his breath on her.
"What?" she asked, intoxicated by the look in his eyes.
He released his grip on her, then cupped her face in both hands, the pads of his thumbs gently stroking her face, tracing down her cheeks to her lips. He ran a thumb over her lips, pulling down her underlip until she could resist no more. She caught his thumb between her teeth and gently nipped. He smiled and pushed his thumb deeper into her mouth, stroking her tongue.
"Bite me harder" he whispered. She moaned and nipped at his thumb again, then pulled his head down toward hers.
"Kiss me Raman" she moaned, as he teasingly kept his lips out of reach.
In response he jerked her toward himself, moulding her lower body to his, leaving her in no doubt as to his need for her.
"I wanted to do this" he whispered, bending his head until his lips nested in her cleavage, his hands unbuttoning the high collar of her blouse, dropping featherlight kisses on her neck along the way.
She tried to pull his head up, her lips slightly open as her eyes closed. "Please" she whispered. "Ramannn"
"I wanted to dance with you"
He lifted his head again, noting with pleasure her flushed skin and erratic breathing, then dipping his lips on to her cheeks, trailing wet kisses down her neck again. She bit her lips in frustration as he started to sway with her in his arms.
Tooten toh tooten teri bahoon mein aise
Jaise shakoon se patte be-hayaa
"Ramann, kiss me, please" she muttered.
"You see what it feels like" he whispered, turning her around and clasping her from behind, his hands sliding up her waist, tickling and teasing as they inched upwards. "To want something so bad...and not to get it."
She clasped his roving hands, pulling them away, and pulled away from him.
"Two can play at this game Raman" she whispered back at him, backing away, watching as his eyes darkened with frustration.
"Come here" he ordered, lunging at her.
"No" she laughed, dodging him. "Pehle chalo, sab ko batate hai." {First let's go and tell everyone}
"Chalenge" he came forward with purpose, as she backed away. "Lekin jaldi kya hai. Wahan bomb phodne se pehle mein tumhari pyas toh bujha doon" { we will go! but what's the hurry? Before we go and explode this bomb over there, let me satisy your thirst}
He had backed her into a corner, and she was standing with her back flush against the wall as he pressed his body against her, both hands on either side of her head effectively pinning her.
"Mujhe koi pyaas nahi hai. Nashe mein toh aap ho" { I don't want anything, and you're the one who is drunk} she whispered, her throat suddenly dry, the laughter dying in her eyes, replaced by the naked need she could see reflected in his.
Her breathing was suddenly erratic, laboured as though she had just run a hundred miles.
Bikhre tujhi se aur simte tujhi mein
Tu hi mera sab le gaya
He ground his body against hers, and she blushed as she felt him, blood pounding in her ears as she strained against him, wanting to get closer.
"No?" He questioned
Na fiqr, na sharam, na lihaaj, ek baar aaya
"No" she persisted, even as her voice betrayed her, and her hands clawed at his chest, pulling at his collar, pulling him closer...and closer...
"Liar" he murmured, his own breathing intensifying, his head dipping as his lips came closer...and closer...
Phir zarre zarre mein deedar aaya hai
Phir zarre zarre mein deedar aaya hai
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"Mihika, wait"
Mihika had been standing in front if the closed door to the Bhalla apartment, her hand poised to knock, by the time Mihir had caught up with her.
"Mihir, I don't have time for anything right now. I have to speak to akka now. I saw her going in here, and I need to know what is going on." Mihika hissed angrily at Mihir, raising her hand once again to the door.
Mihir grabbed Mihika's hand, pulling her away from the door.
"No Mihika, leave them alone. Bhai and I have to go to Mumbai now anyway, if they can get ten minutes together then let them be, I'm not going to let you disturb them now."
"What do you mean Mihir" Mihika looked at Mihir in horror, realisation dawning on her. "Let who be? Akka and ...and.. that man? That Raman Bhalla? You have got to be joking. Akka hates him. She can't stand him. She must've come up here to argue with him about Ruhi. And that's why I have got to go to her. To help her. How dare you insinuate such things about my akka Mihir. I know you worship that man, but honestly, Mihir, this is the limit."
She lunged toward the door again, but Mihir pulled her away again, pressing one hand against her mouth, so she couldn't speak.
"Mihika, listen to me. Your akka doesn't hate Raman Bhai, she loves him. And they are not fighting in there. They are doing the exact opposite. And that's why I won't let you disturb them. Do you understand me?"
Mihika's eyes widened above Mihir's restraining hand and she furiously shook herself free.
"No" she whispered. "No, Mihir you are lying"
"Mikku" Mihir could see that Mihika was in shock and he softened his voice. "You've been angry with me since Sunday, right, because I didn't spend the day with you? Well, I had to go pick them up after they returned from their weekend away together. I couldn't take you, could I Miku? You hate Raman Bhai so much, we couldn't tell you."
"Weekend away?" Mihika whispered again. "But akka went to dental camp"
"No, she didn't. Miku, she was with Raman Bhai. Miku yaar, they love each other, believe me. Come on, come here, is your apartment open. Come sit down with me, I'll tell you everything."
Mihir pushed the unwilling Mihika into the Iyer apartment and sat her down forcefully. Then as she listened with wide eyes, he started reciting his tale.
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His lips hovered just above hers, teasing, then with a groan he claimed her. She wound her arms around his neck, her fingers digging into his hair pulling him to her.
It was just like the previous week, she thought with wonderment. He felt so good, made her feel so good, so alive, so desired.
In his arms she felt as if she was the prettiest woman alive, as if she were a princess or a Queen, a supermodel, a superstar. He made her soul soar, he made her heart sing.
It was difficult for her to verbalise her feelings, but as she kissed him back with fervour, opening her mouth to him, squirming with pleasure at the sensations that his lips and tongue evoked in her, she hoped he could tell, just how much she wanted him, how much she loved him.
Aaj phir tumpe pyar aaya hai
Behad aur beshumar aaya hai
Raman drew back momentarily, looking at his wife's flushed face and parted lips. He smiled with satisfaction at the soft moans that escaped her, at the way her fingers were caressing him, demanding, urgent.
He knew that she loved him, but whenever he saw her like this - her face flushed, her lips swollen from his kisses, her eyes glazed with passion, he was reminded of just how lucky he was.
Tu hi meri awargi
Tu hi dua har shaam ki
Tu khamaaka, tu laazmi
Tu hi razaa, tu hi kami
"Do you still want to go back straightaway?" he asked with a hint of laughter in his deep voice.
"No, Raman, I don't want to go back. I want something else" her husky voice held an invitation he could not refuse, and he felt as if he was drowning again, drowning in her.
He groaned and rammed his lips back on hers, his fingers making short work of the remaining buttons on her choli as she just as urgently pulled his shirt off him. His lips still on hers, he picked her up, striding to the bed.
Hoothon pe tere izhaar aaya hai
Hoothon pe tere izhaar aaya hai
Behad aur beshumar aaya hai
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"Married? I don't believe it."
"Mihika, it's true. I was there."
"Akka would never do that, and I'm going to go ask her now and you can't stop me Mihir Arora so stay away."
"Okay, okay , look, I have photos, I took them on my phone, here look"
Mihir opened the media on his phone and started showing the photos to Mihika. He had spent the past half an hour explaining things slowly and meticulously to Mihika, insisting on making her coffee, reasoning with her, trying to give Raman and Ishita time to themselves, but time was getting on, and they had to leave for Mumbai soon. Mr Mehta's jet was waiting for them at the airport.
As he closed his phone and put it away, Mihika stood up in a blazing fury, tears in her eyes.
"How could you akka" she hissed, pushing Mihir aside. She was out of her apartment and at the Bhalla's front door in a few strides. This time she didn't bother knocking, simply trying the unlocked door, which opened at her touch.
The next moment she was inside, Mihir close behind her.
"Akka" Mihika called out, as Mihir tried ineffectually to shush her. "Akka"
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"Itni chup kyun ho? I didn't hurt you, did I?" {Why are you so quiet?. I didn't hurt you, did I?"}
"No" she sniffed, cuddling closer to him.
"Are you crying Ishita?" He tightened his arms around her, his head on her chest, listening as her heartbeats settled back to normal.
"No" she sobbed.
He raised his head and looked at her with concern. From the moment he had carried her to bed, he had been blind to everything but his desperate overwhelming need for her.
She had responded fervently to him, but he should have been more sensitive, he realised, he should have taken it slower. He had claimed her with urgency, overpowering her with his strength, and he belatedly realised that his passion may have been too much for her.
"Baby, I'm sorry, I hurt you, didn't I ? I just wanted you so much, I lost control. I'm sorry jaan."
He kissed her cheeks softly, drinking away her tears, and caressed her face tenderly until her tears stopped.
"I'm sorry Ishita" he said again, contritely.
"Raman, no, you didn't hurt me. I don't know why I'm crying. I just love you so much. I love you so much"
"Paagal" he replied in relief. "Bilkul paagal ho. It's not such a tragedy that you love me that you need to cry, hmm? Ok, listen, you're okay na? We had better get back downstairs. I'm just coming from the bathroom, theek hai."
He gave her a last lingering kiss and then disentangled himself from her, picking up his discarded clothes as he walked to the bathroom.
Ishita stared at his retreating back, blushing when he turned to wink at her before he disappeared from view.
She then got up slowly, gingerly stretching her aching limbs, a glow of utter contentment on her face. She buttoned up her blouse and re-tied her sari, remembering their frenzied hurried lovemaking of a few minutes ago. It had been nothing like their leisurely encounter last week, and yet this hurried desperate episode had had a charm all of its own.
She blushed as she tidied her hair, then touched her swollen lips gingerly.
"Should I kiss it better?"
She looked up and smiled at him, then blushed anew as he gathered her into a hug. "I'll just go to the bathroom too, then we can go down Raman?"
"Yes Mrs Bhalla" he replied, kissing her softly on her forehead. "Then we can go down and set off the fireworks. Blast the bomb."
Ishita walked up to the door and then froze in her tracks.
"Akka" a voice was calling. An angry voice. Mihika's voice. "Akka"
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"It's okay" Raman came up behind Ishita and took her hand. "This is just the start. Let's go and do this huh?"
They walked out of the bedroom hand in hand, and Mihika dropped onto the nearby sofa, her mouth agape, tears streaming down her face.
"Akka" she whispered. "How could you?"
Ishita looked at her sister with concern, moving toward her. Before she could say anything however, Mihir was speaking.
"Bhabhi, I've told Mihika everything. Why don't you take her to your place and talk to her. She's still in shock. And Bhai, Bhai, I'm so sorry but we have to leave for Mumbai straightaway. There's been some industrial espionage in Mr Mehtas factory. We need to do some major damage control and we need to do it now. His jet is waiting. Pack your bag, and let's go. We can pick up my bag on the way."
He turned to Ishita.
"I'm sorry Bhabhi, but Raman Bhai has to go. And I can't say how long we will be away. It could take a week."
"That's okay Mihir" Ishita looked from Mihika to Raman. "Raman, mein Mihika ko le kar jaati hoon. Aap jao. " {Raman, I'll take Mihika away. You go}
"But Ishita" Raman gestured towards Mihika. "I can't leave you alone to face the fuss. How will you manage?"
"Raman, it's okay. We will tell everyone when you get back. I'll talk to Mihika. Meri behen mera saath degi, I know that. Aap jao. Don't worry about me." {I'll talk to Mihika. My sister will be on my side. I know that. You go. Don't worry about me}
Ishita pulled the angrily sobbing Mihika to her feet, and gave a last sweet smile to her husband.
"Come back soon" she said softly."Ruhi and I will be waiting for you"
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Aaj phir tumpe pyar aaya hai
Aaj phir tumpe pyar aaya hai
Behad aur beshumar aaya hai
Tooten toh tooten teri bahoon mein aise
Jaise shakoon se patte be-hayaa
Bikhre tujhi se aur simte tujhi mein
Tu hi mera sab le gaya
Na fiqr, na sharam, na lihaaj, ek baar aaya
Phir zarre zarre mein deedar aaya hai
Phir zarre zarre mein deedar aaya hai
Aaj phir tumpe pyar aaya hai
Behad aur beshumar aaya hai
Tu hi meri awargi
Tu hi dua har shaam ki
Tu khamaaka, tu laazmi
Tu hi razaa, tu hi kami
Aur tu hi woh, firaaq hai jisko
Hai silsilon ne mere paas laya
Hoothon pe tere izhaar aaya hai
Hoothon pe tere izhaar aaya hai
Behad aur beshumar aaya hai
Aaj phir tumpe pyar aaya hai
Edited by Veeann - 10 years ago
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