Well chapter 10 is here and it is quite a long update with loads of IshRalicious moments.
I love to write romantic scenes as you all know but I also realized that I had been writing so much of romance that it is not easy to find novel ways of describing these love moments.😳😆
I have tried to add more intensity and passion and some humour too and to be honest I am quite satisfied😳
Now I will really want to read your POV. how was it really for you?
Ignore any typo mistakes if any. It is rather late, not proof read.
Pms will also be sent tomoro.
Ishita was sitting on her bed, thinking of the time spent with Ruhi and...him. It had been a great afternoon she admitted to herself. She was still lost in her thoughts when Ruhi barged in.
"Ruhi! Shouldn't you be in bed at this hour? Aren't you tired baccha?" Ishita exclaimed in surprise.
"No I am not. I was missing Muttu swami annnddd..."
She stressed on the 'and', her eyes twinkling with excitement. What was she hiding behind her back?
"And?" Ishita frowned and waited as she stretched out her hand."And...to give you this."
There was a small box wrapped in a blue gift paper on her little palm. Ishita took it but as soon as she opened it, she turned speechless.
"From papa. Isn't it pretty Ishita aunty? You like it?" The little girl asked innocently with a huge grin.
Tears stinging her eyes, Ishita only nodded, the lump in her throat too painful for her to utter a word. Brushing the tears which was threatening to spill, she stood up.
"Ruhi beta you play with Muttu swami. I'll go and thank your papa personally".
She rushed out of her bedroom, towards the corridor separating the two houses and walked through the open door, crossing the living room of the Bhalla house and climbed the stairs to Raman's bedroom.
He had his back to her, digging something in his cupboard.
"What do you want?" She asked, stopping where she was, by the door. She was now fuming. His bedroom was the last place in the world she should be having a serious conversation with him. But, may be, she thought with unaccustomed cynism, that was his ploy. He was damned shrewd, shrewd enough to know that by bringing her in his bedroom, he would have the advantage.
Was he expecting her? Without looking in her direction, he stripped off his shirt and tossed it on the chair by the window making Ishita gasped and then turned to her.
"You know what I want Ishita."
Something dangerous flickered in his eyes but then he glanced down and turned away."I am going to take a shower," he informed her and walked towards his attached bedroom. "I don't intend to shout to you from the bathroom, step over that threshold or wait till I am done."
The rascal!
She turned away and stared in the opposite direction because he was already in his bathroom, turning on the shower, leaving the door open and undressing.
Ishita moved further away, flummoxed by that impossible man and his insolence. Her eyes went to the bracelet she was holding in her hand.
A gift from him!
How could she forget about that night and all that it entailed?
***flashback***
Aiyyo Murugan! Please help me! Ishita closed her eyes and prayed as she stopped her car in front of the building. As soon as she opened the the door of his flat, she rushed to his bedroom.
Where was that file?
She looked around and exclaimed, "God! What a mess!"
His clothes were scattered everywhere but she had no time to tidy his room today, she told herself. She was in a hurry.
Ishita was a nervous wreck today. She had to go to the parlour, had not yet decided what to wear and now Raman had called to ask her to pick an important file in his apartment for him. She looked around again. Where was that file? She should hurry.
Raman had invited her to accompany him to a party that evening, a party organized by his company to welcome some foreign investors. Ishita was very nervous. She was not used to such parties where the risk to be shown on page 3 was very pronounced. She was not the type to feature in the tabloid.
She would be seen with him in public and she had no idea how to dress up. She was a simple girl with classic taste and she didn't know much about his taste. She was never comfortable in gowns and she didn't know if he would like her in a saree...
Beep! A message from Raman!
"Open the closet, u will find what u r looking 4"
Ishita obliged but...frowned.
A beautifully wrapped box was there! Beep! One look at the message on her phone and Ishita forgot all her apprehensions and tensions.
"Saw a pic of u in ur kanjivaram saree on ur side table Madrassan. U looked gorgeous! Wear this for the party. Blue is my favourite colour btw. Meet u there tonight."
Ishita smiled and opened the packet. It was a beautiful trendy yet classic blue tissue brasso saree with a beautiful eye catching bright fuchsia border.
"I am impressed My Bhalla. Thank you" she texted him and hid her face in her palm when he texted her back." U Impress me now Miss Iyer" said the text accompanied with a winking smiley. Ishita decided to dress up for him only.
A glance at her watch! She had three hours in hand, which was more than enough for her.
Ishita hadn't noticed his arrival behind her at all. So she was startled when someone whispered into her ear, "You look ravishing. Are you the same uptight dentist that I know? I am impressed."
She looked around to find herself stating in his dark, assessing eyes. Her heart skipped a beat. He was smoking hot in his crisp white shirt and perfectly tailored black suit. He ran an appreciative glance over her. She had her long and shiny locks open. The saree was giving away her fine Indian figure with the perfect curves at the right places.
Ishita blushed. She had spent ages painstakingly applying her make up and scrutinizing herself in the mirror. Wasn't the blouse too sexy and back revealing she had kept telling herself before stepping out of the house. But she wanted to please him.
When she had walked into the lounge nervously, it was already humming nicely with more and more people arriving by the minute. She could feel people's flattering stares. It was a novel sensation and rather enjoyable, she discovered, after the initial discomfort.
She smiled at him and replied back teasingly, "Yes. Myself Ishita Iyer! The score is now 1-1. Are you the same arrogant CEO i met some weeks back?"
He smirked and glided his arm around her waist to lead her inside. He never left her side all through the party and Ishita was grateful for that. She knew nobody there and would feel lost among these business-minded people. He introduced her to many of his associates before 'stealing' her from the party to the lawn of the venue. Away from prying eyes and ears he had said.
Ishita saw a different Raman on that night who made her felt really special. He made her sat on a bench beside him and took out that rectangular gift box from his jacket.
"This is the reason I couldn't pick you up this evening."
He opened the box. There was a beautiful round cut sterling silver diamond bracelet inside.
Ishita watched as he took her hand in his and put that beautiful piece of jewelry around her delicate wrist.
"I...I can't take this Raman." Ishita, though touched by his sweet gesture, was really feeling awkward.
"You don't like it? Madam I spent hours in that jewelry shop selecting it".
"It is beautiful. I love it. But I can't accept it."
The fact that The RKB had picked it himself was out of ordinary in itself but still she didn't feel like accepting such an expensive gift from him.
"Ok. Give me back this saree too right now since you can't accept gifts from me."
"Raman!" Ishita laughed aloud as he grabbed her wrist again to put on the bracelet. They looked at each other and finally he asked with a glint of naughtiness, "Impressed?"
She chuckled and replied, "Yes! Impressed!"
"The score is 2-1 then."
Ishita blushed but still accepted the challenge. "The night is still not over Mr CEO".
When they joined the party later, they were led to the dance floor. Ishita found out that Raman Kumar Bhalla was one multi talented man. He was a graceful dancer. The night was going on perfectly for Ishita till...
Raman was invited to have a drink with his business associates and he finally obliged, leaving Ishita by herself. Seizing that opportunity, Ishita went to the terrace to have some fresh air but found herself being confronted by a man. He was clearly drunk and was passing on nasty comments and trying to come close to her.
Things degenerated when Raman reached there. He was out of himself and was hell bent on breaking the man's jaw. A horrified Ishita had to drag him out of the hall by force.
The party was over for them!
Raman Kumar Bhalla's epic temper was at its summit and it was impossible to calm him down. Ishita chose to sit silently all through the drive back to her house. From time to time, she would steal a glance at him but she could see that he was really mad- like an unleashed bull seeing RED!
When she reached her apartment, this time, Ishita didn't hesitate to invite him inside. She now had unwavering trust in him. She knew that she could only be safe with him but he was not agreeable.
"No! I better leave. I am not in my senses right now".
" I won't let you go like this. A good coffee will calm you down." He finally accepted.
Raman was still sitting and sulking quietly in her small living room when Ishita came back some minutes later with two mugs of steaming coffee.
"I am sorry for ruining it for you." He had his head down, his eyes in his coffee.
Raman's blood had boiled when he saw that man trying to touch Ishita with his filthy hands. Blinded by fury, he would have broken every bone in that scoundrel's hands if Ishita hadn't stopped him. He couldn't allow it...he couldn't bear it...she was his...was she? What no sense was he saying? What was happening to him?
Without realizing what he was doing, he squeezed the coffee mug turning his knuckles white with the pressure. He only looked up when Ishita took the mug back from him.
He lifted his eyes to her and frowned as Ishita knelt down to face him."Aap ko Itna gussa kyun aata hain Raman?"
Without waiting for his reply, she cupped his face and did what her heart had been wanting since the beginning of the night. She plough her lips onto his, shocking Raman completely by her bold action. He pulled her away instantly and stared at her with a blank expression and then asked, "what was that?"
Looking at him squarely in his eyes,"Figure it out by yourself Mr CEO", she replied and stood up to move away only to find her wrist imprisoned around his fingers. When she turned back, the look in his eyes were enough to tell her that this was the night which was going to change everything in her life.
"I want you Ishita". His voice was husky and Ishita felt goosebumps erupting over her arms. Without another single word, he stood up and pulled her to him. His lips came crashing to hers, moulding into hers as both took up the rhythm. When he plunged his tongue in, seeking everything and knowing nothing but that moment, Ishita obliged and handed herself to him.
When they finally broke apart, both gasping for air, Raman again looked into Ishita's eyes but this time to look for the answer to his unspoken question.
She only closed her eyes in response and leaned forward to put her head on his chest. Ishita found herself swept off her feet as he carried her to her bedroom. When he finally dropped her gently on the bed, Ishita went crimson and then...tensed...which didn't go unnoticed...
Raman immediately leaned forward and joined his forehead to hers,"are you sure?" He whispered. She nodded but with her breathing hitched.
" Then Relax! You look as though you are preparing yourself to face the Chinese water torture."
That made her laugh and he said approvingly," That's better!"
"I've never..." Ishita began awkwardly..."I know" he murmured huskily. "We can stop any time..."
but instead she placed her palms of her hands on his chest and gave a sharp intake of breath as she felt her skin against his.
"You have no idea how exquisite you are" he whispered again cupping her face, "And I am feeling like...the big bad wolf..."
"Don't! I wouldn't want anyone else to make love to me." She had never been that bold in her life...in her dreams...
That undid him completely.
The little control he had , got snapped and he captured her lips hungrily while his fingers brushed aside the pallu of her saree, that flimsy barrier, to caress her bare waist. Soon his lips were replacing his fingers as he deposited gentle kisses along her neck line downwards.
His eyes lifted just for a fraction of a minute to meet hers.
"You are beautiful" Ishita heard him saying under his breath but when he dived in to plant a kiss on her exposed navel, she lost all ability to think and all notion of time. Transported in another world, she closed her eyes, tilted her head back and moaned. He made love to her, beyond her expectation, beyond what she had read in those romantic novels she had been feasting on in her younger stage in life..,she lost herself to him.
***end of flashback***
Ishita closed her eyes as if to erase those memories from her mind. Clutching the bracelet in her palm, she took in a deep breath. It would not be an easy task to deal with him...he was a very shrewd and ruthless opponent.
"You're still here?"
His voice made Ishita jolt and turned around only to have her cheeks flaming. He was standing with a beige towel wrapped precariously around his waist. "Will you care to wear something decent? I don't want your family to get any wrong idea..."
"Why? I am comfortable like this. It's hot here... Besides...nobody is home...not that I care of course..."
She was alone with that devil here? Had her expressions given her away? Because the Raavan looked amused.
"Relax Ishita!" He said under his breath."You know I am harmless."
The man was getting on her nerves now. "Stop playing games with me. I am not interested to be an active participant in your cheap game."
She was now really very angry. She dropped the box with a loud noise on the table in the middle of his room."How dare you use Ruhi to give me this?"
"This is yours Ishita. You left it in my apartment in Mumbai. I thought of returning it back to you." He was unfazed, annoying Ishita more than never. She glared at him. The sadist! He derived pleasure in tormenting her emotionally.
"This bracelet is no longer mine, that's why I left it in your apartment." She replied back sternly, her eyes glistening.
"But it's yours. Besides...you loved it..." he insisted, scrutinizing her face, turning her redder. "I refuse to take anything from you." She spluttered furiously. She turned on her heels but found herself yanked from behind to collide with him with her palms resting on his bare chest. Ishita gasped with a mixture of astonishment and...unwilling arousal.
It was as if her body had jerked into life. She tried to push him away, wriggled frantically...hopelessly...
"STOP!" He ordered before coiling his fingers into her hair forcing her to remain where she was."I said I am sorry", he said in a dangerously calm tone.
"And I said that you are not forgiven", she replied back, looking at him squarely in his eyes. Her eyes were now red with these tears threatening to spill out.
Some seconds passed by before he finally spoke up. "You've really changed, haven't you Ishita?" He asked.
"You make that sound like an insult". She said looking away.
"Oh! Does it mean you've shed some of that wide-eyed trust..." He continued mockingly.
"Don't we all at some point in time?" Ishita cut in. "Somebody once told me that it is a mistake to be too trusty." She met his eyes steadily.
"May be I picked that up from you, a little trait of yours that rubbed off. Not that I can picture you ever being the trusting sort. Were you Raman? Did your ex wife turn you into the person you are today or were you always suspicious or cynical?"
Ishita had no idea where that light headed courage was coming from. She was never the sort of person to provoke...may be she had changed indeed! Raman' s mouth tightened. His face clenched with anger as he replied to her, his face dangerously close. "Experiences made me the man I am now".
He reached out surprising Ishita by his action. His arm snaked around her waist and he tightened his grip."Not that you ever seemed too dissatisfied with me."
He smirked. She looked at him with her a stubborn chin.
They were now face to face.
There was a long, drawn out silence as they stood there, so close that they were practically touching...staring into each other's eyes.
His eyes flickered to her mouth and and Ishita's eyes widened as he swayed towards her, his head tilting downward, closer to her...her lips trembled slightly.
Ishita had to steal herself against the disturbing images that threatened to grab her by the throat- images of them talking, laughing, eating out in various restaurants, his hands on her...caressing her...his lips on hers...
Had he enjoyed any of these things or were they necessary evils to be borne in his game of seduction? Ishita couldn't stop herself from wondering. She stiffened.
"Leave me Raman". Her voice came out clear and sure while she was a mass of confusion inside. Looking firmly into her eyes, Raman only stated, "you and I know what's between us Ishita but if you need time, I'll give you time", before releasing her. He then stepped aside to let her pass.
Although she was stunned by his statement, she didn't show it. Instead she promised herself not to give him the satisfaction to have the last word.
"You are wrong Raman. There is nothing between us", she replied back firmly.
She started walking away but... he grabbed her by the arm and pulled her to him and without warning, crushed her lips under his.
An earth-shattering kiss which turned Ishita completely senseless.
An overpowering, demanding and forceful kiss where his soft yet firm lips were over hers, demanding more access to her mouth. Ishita's lips parted without much ado and she found herself losing complete control over her senses as her hands moved from his chest to the back of his neck, pressing against him as he deepened the kiss.
When he finally released her, Ishita was completely lost and at her vulnerable best. "Never ever say that there is nothing between us Ishita".
Ishita stared at him with eyes pricking with tears. Did he have to prove his point everytime?
"I don't know what is going on in that head of yours but I swear, I'm here now, not part of the past and...I AM NOT GOING ANYWHERE. No matter how long it will take I will wait for you to come around."
His eyes bore into hers...telling her that he really meant business this time. He finally released her and looked on as she took off like a scared cat.
To be continued...
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