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Hello everyone.😃
Our YHM was back since last week with some really IshRalicious moments to relish on.
I thought why not update this series.
Here I am with a new update. Nothing extraordinary, just simple and sweet with the IshRa Craziness lingering all through out the story.
Hope you like it.
Will eagerly wait for ur feedback and LIKE.
Till then...
Cheers
OSJ
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The Jodu ka Gulaam
Once upon a time a Punju Mard...
- Ishita! Kahan mar gayi yeh aurat!
- Aaiii! Itna shor?
- My head is ready to explode, get me that lime juice dammit!
- Laai! Who told you to drink so much?
- And who asked for your opinion? Mind your own bloody business.
- Yeh Kya hain?
- Kya hain Raman? Mattar hain. PEAS!
- What do you think? We are like you madrassis! Jab dekhte ho ghass phooss khate rehete ho. We are PUNJABIS. We like our butter chicken, our chicken tikka, biryani...yeh Kya hain? Every single day there are peas in my plate. Hmmm... yehi khaati thi kya apne ghar? No wonder you have ended being a pea size brain female.
- Now this is not fair Raman. Mummy Ji told me you like mattar.
- If I like mattar, will you stuff it down my throat everyday? Veggies, Curd rice, vada, idli and chutney se kaam nahin chalega samjhi. You married a Punjabi Mard not a bland madrassi. Hum Punjabis like varieties in our plates.
- Kya kar rahi ho paagal aurat?
- Kya Raman? I am just helping you!
- Helping me? By breaking my back? Apne saara vazan mere pith pe laga rahi ho, Dara Singh ki aulaad! Give me that balm. I'll do it myself.
- Ok ok! I'll be more careful. Stay quiet. Ab theek hain?
- Hmmm...
- Dard kam ho raha hain?
- Hmmm...
- Sure?
- Arrey yaar! Chup kar na! Jab dekhte ho bak bak karti hain. Is it not enough that my back is killing me? Do you need to bheja fry me also?
-No way! What do you think? Ruhi is my daughter. My Punjabi pataka! She will learn Taekwondo not Bharat Natyam and your Kaan pakaane waala classical music.
- But Raman, this is an art and such a beautiful one! Ruhi will turn so...
- NO! What will she get learning Bharat Natyam like you? Tum Kya ukhaad rahi ho Bharat Natyam ke saat? Apne baap pe gayi hain. Dance is in her blood and she doesn't need lessons on it. Ruhi is learning martial arts period.
Now...
Jaane kaha gaye woh din...
-I am thirsty...can you get me a glass of water Raman? You see I don't want to miss the climax of the film...it is so gripping...
-Oye Madrassan! I am working.
-Raman...
- Ok. You stay right there.
- Thank you. And please, fridge mein na, gulaab jaamun hain, in a small red container, bring me some.
- Sure. Aur kuch?
- No thanks.
- Adi...Ruhi...Ishita...celebration time! I have bagged another important contract!
- Oh wow Raman! Congrats! Let's celebrate! Let's go out tonight!
- I have already booked one of the finest Punjabi restaurant in Delhi. Get ready. We are is leaving in an hour.
- Punjabi food?
- Kya hua? Any problem Madrassan?
- Well...yes... But it's ok...
- Kya hua? Tell me!
- Woh...well kuch dinon se Chinese khane ka bahut mann tha...but...of course...
- Oh! Then it's fine. We will have Chinese only.
- Ouch! Raman! This is my hand, my delicate wrist, not a steering wheel! Careful na! Aap na rehene do! I will do it myself.
- I am sorry baba. I will massage it more gently. Is it better now?
- Hmmm...
- Kya? Why are you making a face now?
- Well...my feet...I need to apply a gel on my toes...but if you are busy then I will manage...
- I will do it.
- Guitar classes!
- No Science classes!
- I said it. Adi is my son. He is learning guitar.
- Adi you will go to the Science workshop. Science is the future...
- Raman, Adi has all his life to learn Science. The vacations are meant to enjoy and guitar playing is such a cool hobby...
- Ishita...ok...no need to argue...we'll discuss it in the evening and then decide.
- Raman...there is no need to discuss really...
As soon as the RKB had had his back turned...
- Adi why don't you go online and check a guitar for yourself.
- But Ishimaa...papa said...
- Don't worry! You are going to guitar classes only. Your tutor is coming to meet you tomorrow morning.
RKB THE JKG...
If one day somebody would tell the Raman Kumar Bhalla that he would turn henpecked, a complete jodu ka gulaam after marriage, he would have broken all the bones in that stupid person's jaw and turn him dumb for life.
After all he was a blue blooded Punjubi man, with the Punjabi attitude and style, the man who had his woman under full control. His right leg would not reach the floor that his morning chai would be in front of him. Breakfast with steaming hot stuffed parathas and pickles, omelette and sandwiches would be ready as soon as he would come down. His favourite dishes would be prepared for dinner and if the epic RKB's gussa had ever manifested, then the whole household would be on tenterhooks.
That was long time back. These days the Madrassan was too busy with her kids to get him his tea in bed. He would be served cereals and fruits for breakfast because madam had put him under dieting because of his sugar level
And these days even Neelu the maid was not impressed by his anger. She would tell him very clearly that she was doing everything under Ishita's instructions. The whole family was wrapped around her finger and he was helplessly abiding to all her rules and regulations. All this because of a hair massage which turned wrong. He had damaged her hair and she had found out about it.
God she turned hysterical just like all the Iyer women in her family when things do not turn up the way they had wanted. To calm her down and to save his hair on his head, he had decided to accept all her terms and conditions. She made her sign a paper certifying that he was a henpecked husband, a Jodu ka gulaam who was scared of his wife. She then took a snapshot of that letter and had started blackmailing him shamelessly.
Bloody blackmailer! Raman had no other option but to dance on her tune because she was flaunting that snapshot every time he would dare contradict her.
"Ishita! You should be ashamed of yourself. Koi apne hi pati se aissa karta hain? Where did you learn such cheap stunts?
"I am a very fast learner my dear husband and i learnt from the best. Remember that MMS of mine under anaesthesia?"
To save his Punju macho image, RKB had been bowing in front of the JKR, in the hope that the wheel of fortune would finally turn into his favour soon.
And Lady Luck listened to his plea one fine morning. He was coming in his room after his morning work outs when he heard his evil wifey giggling nonstop. He peeped inside and found his sister smacking her on her back.
"Shaitan! You are harassing my bhai so much! If ever he found out that it was not your real hair but only some hair extensions then teri khair nahin Ishita"
Raman could not believe that he was fooled by the madrassan. She would have to pay for it. As soon as she went in the bathroom with her towel, Raman immediately seized her mobile which was lying on the bed and deleted the snapshot.
Revenge is a dish best served cold...ermmm...warm in some cases too...
"Oh my god! What are you doing here?" A horrified Ishita yelled, trying to hide herself behind the curtain. Her husband had just materialized in front of her in the bathroom, standing in all his glory, bare-chest with only his trousers on.
A smirk instantly curved his lips as she seized the bath towel from the hanger and wrapped it around her naked body.
Peeping from behind the curtain, a scarlet Ishita started pleading,
"Please Raman. What is this? Go away please...what are you doing here? Can't you see I am taking my bath..."
" If I can do your hair champi, if I can feed you and massage your feet and hands, I should be able to give you a bath too. I am just doing my duty, my dear wifey! After all am I not a Jodu ka gulaam? And I wouldn't want to disappoint you. Remember I have a document signed certifying it".
He winked at her, biting his lower lip as he sexily had the habit to do when he wanted to act naughty. Ishita's cheeks turned red.
"That's o...ok...Ra...Raman...
"Of course not! I insist. I want to do it.
Raman stepped towards her while she started walking backwards... till she found herself trapped between the wall and her evil husband.
Without a word, his eyes feasting on her towel-clad body, he turned on the faucet. Ishita squealed as he grabbed her tightly under the shower with the water cascading down on them. The bath towel damply clung on her while the water ran down his hard toned muscles.
"I hope you don't have your hair extensions on. They will be ruined under this hot shower."
Ishita's eyes widened with shock. Oh my god! He had found out! Ishita's heart started racing.
She had been a tease lately, pulling his leg, provoking him and making him the laughing stock of the family...May be she had stretched things a bit too far.
"Raman...please...I am sorry...you know I was just..."
The words came out as a plea that evaporated just like the warm droplets...into steam.
His eyes never leaving hers, his left hand stretched towards the shelf just above her head, Ishita stared at him and blushed profusely when she realized what evil he was up to.
Her breathing labored, she looked on helplessly as Raman squirted some shower gel and stretched his hands forward to rub it over her bare shoulders.
She felt a shiver running down her spine and she closed her eyes, clutching the front of the bath towel tightly.
His hands were moving over her bare arms... She found herself bring turned around...they were now on her back...making circular movements over her bare skin, sliding upwards to tease her collarbone and then again trailing down her back in slow tantalizing movements...
Ishita had no idea when she had finally succumbed to his ministrations. Soon she was completely relaxed, lost in the moment as his hands were running in an enticing rhythm over her bare back. She offered no resistance when he held her shoulders to turn her around to face her. Lifting her chin, forcing her to face him, he took her hand and squirted some gel on her palm, his eyes inviting her to repeat his actions.
Looking into his eyes, Ishita shed away all her inhibitions and let the situation overpowered her and her senses. She touched his chest, her hands shaking slightly with nervousness, she reached his collarbone, descend over the sides of his neck to reach his hips.
A groaned escaped his lips as she came crashing into him, his lower body pressed against her making his wild intentions very clear.
"You were saying", he whispered in her ear while his teeth teased her earlobe.
"Nothing!" She moaned back and he chuckled.
" I thought you were apologizing..." He husked. "Were I?" She asked, her naughty side emerging again.
He pulled her tightly against him and pecked her lips. He switched off the water and lifted her off the ground, pushing her against the wall.
"Payback time Mrs Bhalla but not here..."
He pulled her in his arms and smirked as Ishita gasped and hid her face in his chest, "in our bedroom, our favourite place for our craziness."
The end.😳
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