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Chapter-6
KYUN DOORI HAI AB DARMIYAAN"Tum kaise bahar jayengi?"
(How will you go out?)
Raman pulled his hair in worry. He was running here and there to find a place to hid her. Ishita looked on laughing at him as if watching Oggi and the Cockroaches. He opened the wardrobe and cupboards while she made puppy faces pinpointing that she cannot hide there. He chuckled muttering a "Motti Madrasan" (Fat) under his breath which was clearly heard by her. Though she ignored it owing to the situation where they are in.
He pulled her near the window and showed the ground. Her eyes popped out when she registerd the meaning of his gesture. Beating his chest playfully she grizzled at him. He hugged her and whispered that he was joking. She grubed her forefinger on his chin cutely blinking at him. He smacked her head for her untimely romantic mood. She bitted his chin lightly in protest making him return the pain by pinching her waist.
"Badtameez admi..." She poked at him
(Mannerless man)
"Besharam aurat..." He bite back.
(Shameless woman)
They didn't mean to do it. They really...honestly wanted to escape the tension. But the childish woman around him made it difficult for him to be tensed. She made everything light and silly. He felt that he can face anything if she is with him. It was Ishita's idea to hide in the bathroom while they were accidently came inside.
"Check karenge toh donon bhas jeyenge yaar!" Raman told her worriedly.
(We'll get caught if they check)
"Hum donon chupenge" She told him looking around as if they are going to rob.
(Both of us will hide)
Raman couldn't understand anything so he made a what the hell face. She ran to the door and unlocked it making him panic. She pulled him with her to the bathroom without letting him start the next session of lecture. That was when he understood her plan.
"Not bad Madrasan...!"
Mrs Bhalla entered Raman's bedroom with Mr and Mrs Iyer all the way calling him aloud.
"Apka beta kal meri beti ke saath badtameezi kar rahe she..." Mr Iyer roared.
(Your son was acting mannerless to my daughter yesterday)
Mrs Bhalla retorted back in same vigour, "Toh galti mere bete ka nahin balki apki beti ka bhi hogi"
(Mistake will be of your daughter's as well)
Meantime Raman was caressing hisxchest to breath normally whilst Ishita looked on in awe at the arrogant CEO in such a vulnerable state. It was akl for her which made her beam in pride. He looked at her and she gestured him to bath.
"Kya bakwas...! Ab...aur...tum...no way" He said nervously shaking his head.
(What nonsense! Now...and...you...no way)
She closed in asking why is he so stammering. He stepped back while she ascended like a lioness to eat him up. His back collided with the wall while she caged his head in between her hands.
"Ishita...yeh tum...itni besharam kaise hogayi yaar?" He voiced miserably.
(Ishita...this you...how did you become this shameless?)
His worries were all about her. The woman in front of him is doing everything boldly but innocently ignoring the pit she is digging for herself by unknotting the thread of his self-control. The more he tries to keep up a distance the more she comes close.
"Kapade utaro Raman...main help karun?"
(Remove your dress...may I help you?)
Her hands not minding to hear him. When she began to unbutton his shirt he gripped her hands and asked her to turn back so that he could change and continue his acting session. She gurgled watching his shyness.
Same time, outside the bathroom, the old trio were searching everywhere for Ishita. Mr Iyer asked if her son had abducted his daughter. Mrs Bhalla's anger know no bounds. She screamed Raman's name making him call her back with the same volume from inside the bathroom. He was hell worried or to say scared. Ishita tightened her fingers inside her ear-hole unable to bear his voice.
"Puttar zara darvaza khol mujhe kuch check karna hai" Mrs Bhalla said looking at the Iyers.
(Open the door son. I need to check something)
Raman looked around thinking what to do. He without heeding to the presence of Ishita removed his dress and wore a towel. Turning on the showrer he stood under it to make it seem real for them that he was actually bathing. Ishita looked on from a corner not wanting to feel the cold shower. The naughty Bhalla has popped up watching her becoming a bheegi billi
in front of water, so, he pulled her with him under the shower.
She couldn't shout at him because of their parents' presence. She looked at him helplessly while he bitted his lower lip smirkingly.
"Apko dikha nahin raha mummiji...main naha raha hun." He said without breaking his gaze from hers.
(Can't you see mom I'm bathing)
"Phirphi puttar...darasal...voh baat kya hai nah...Ishita puttar nahin mil raha hai...toh socha..."
(Even then son... Don't know where is Ishita so thought...)
He cutted her short asking what Ishita got to do with him inside his bathroom. Mrs Bhalla was at lose of words. So she just stared at the Iyers. Mr and Mrs Iyer began to walk away but Raman opened the door slightly. His body wet and covered in foam.
"Uncle ji...kal keliye sorry. If you don't mind main Ishita ko doondne mein apka madad kar sakta hun?" He forwarded a helping hand which Mr Iyer politely rejected and walked out with his wife followed by Mrs Bhalla.
(Uncle...sorry for yesterday. If you don't mind I'll help you find Ishita)
Raman leaned over the closed door while Ishita crushed herself into him. He concealed her with his good arms enjoying the early morning cold shower.
Her hands travelled down from his neck, caressing and measuring his collarbone and muscles to his milky white hands. He stood there looking at her curious face. She was checking his whole physique as if he is a new product she is going to buy. His lips curved making a happy face and he voiced a seductive hum when she brushed past her soft fingers near his abdomen.
Coming to face his back she trailed kisses there making him restless to take her in his arms. Her lips generously served her sweetness to his taut body but he wanted to taste her sweetness for himself which is not going to happen so far. Because she was treating his sensitive and explosive body in snail's pace.
Another way, he doesn't want to go overboard. He wanted to maintain an appropriate distance. But she is hell bend on breaking the fence of his senses. As her hands caressed the back of his neck, he grabbed her hands to take in her already flushed face. He chuckled at her cuteness and pushed her more under the shower. Her kurti clung on to her body like a paint on her making it easy for him to measure her curves without even touching her.
His hands travelled down involuntarily to grab her by her slim waist. His eyes hungrily staring at her perfect fluffy orbs. She touched his chest with her palms while he stroked her waist softly. She moaned feeling him touching there where no one touched like that before. His hands slowly moved upwards but hesitant to do what he wished to do in actual.
When she saw his gaze on the places which she didn't think of sharing, her grip on his shoulder tightened. Her gaze lowered, lips shivering for the first time. He was more than happy to see his Jhansi Ki Rani as a shy girl. He loosened his grip on her and retreated his sinful hand to strode out of the bathroom without glancing back. She sighed in relief and checked herself in the mirror.
"Ravan Kumar ka kya controlling power hai...!" She said herself.
(What a controlling power Raven Kumar!)
Raman waited outside dressed up to go. Ishita didn't come for the next ten minutes making him irritated. He called her aloud finally receiving a "Aayi Raman..." (Coming Raman) from her.
She came out wearing his bathrobe and stood on the doorway like she is miss world. His jaw licked the floor on seeing her in her semi- nudity. He drank in the lumb/lust formed in throat signing her to go out as there is no one home. Instead of going out she sat on the bed making a face. He clutched his head worriedly and knelt in front of her to ask the reason for her mood swing.
"Main aise kaise jaa sakta hai Raman...? I want a dress...voh bhi meri." She said like an adamant kid.
(How can I go like this? I want my dress)
He showed his shirt and pants which she harshly denied to wear. He was running in tension thinking of ways to escape her torture. Making her sit on the bed he walked out of the room aiming her bedroom.
AT IYER'SMr and Mrs Iyer were not home. They were wandering and calling everyone who knows Ishita to find her. Her mobile came unreachabe making them more tensed. On the otherhand Mihir and Mihika were sleeping peacefully ignorant of the havoc going on in their home.
Raman sneaked inside the Iyer's apartment to steal Ishita's dress. Walking like a cat he reached her room. He slowly closed the door behind him and opened the wardrobe. His eyes widened seeing a lot of dresses which are of different models. But he only saw her either in saree or kurti. His naughty mind was overworking. Taking a dress of his choice he reached his room quickly.
RAMAN'S ROOM"Yeh kya hai Raman...! Main yeh nahin pehan sakti. Yeh chotti hai...jab main college main dhi tab pehanti dhi..."
(What's this Raman" I can't wear this. It's small...I used to wear it when I was in college)
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