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Maje mt lo zyada humare..

Don't make us wait..😳

But d last update was wonderful..👏👏

Abhi is a jerk.. mihiku ne fir raman ko accuse kyu kr rhi thi..?

We need ishra together!!😳

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i hate him

Don't cry..
They are not that innocent 😆
You're allowed...
Kill him Sushiii 😉

Hi Kutties...
Why should I torture you with the delay...in updating 😆
Sorry for not replying...
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DREAM IN ITALICS

As usual not proofread but somewhat a LONG update 😳
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Chapter-23

YOU LIGHTS MY LIFE



Crying his heart out he laid down to sleep. The buzzing noise from the lighted mobile made him turn his attention to it. Ishita hearing him crying was the last thing he wanted. But seeing her still on made him happy. Happy because she do want to listen to him. He sat up in a half laying position and took the mobile. She stayed mum knowing well that he is listening to her now. He hugged the mobile not being able to talk to her. After what felt like ages, he voiced a weak hello which she heard like a hiccup.


"Ramannn..."


That was it. His name from her lips with a tune of love and the melody of support undid his ego. He didn't stop himself from crying. She couldn't hold on hearing him breaking down. Is he that sensitive? How could such a person managed to be a strong and arrogant playboy? How did he successfully broke the hearts of numerous girls? She couldn't believe that her move made him so fragile.


"I love you..." He mumbled in between his sobs. She kissed the mobile as if replying that she too loves him. He made a puppy face which she could see even if he is miles away.


"I love you too Raman...I love you so much..." She said trying to make him relax.


"You were so rude last night."He pouted.


"I'm sorry...I really...didn't like you comparing..." She couldn't pick up the words because she was again reminded of the days when he flinged around with random woman.


"I should be sorry for doing so. You're right in your place. And...I...I won't repeat it..." He said nervously.


"Repeat what?" She asked naughtily for which he replied, "I won't repeat my past."


"Ap kab aaoge...?" She said scratching his nail on the wall as if drawing something.


"I don't know...Papa beemar hai toh...mummiji ko mat batana...ki main papa ko milne keliye aya hun... Aur...mujhe yeh pehale hi karna chahiye dhe...I did postpone it...and aaj tak papase nahin mila...Because I...don't like him." He cleared.

(Papa is sick so...don't tell mummiji...that I came to meet him...and...I should have done this earlier___)


"I told you Raman...papas are wonderful. Unse milo...baat karo...aur...jaldi vapas aao..."She shied when asked him that.

(Meet him...talk...and...come back soon)


"Kyun...itna bhi jaldi kya hai...?" (Why so hurry?) He asked huskily for which she complained, "Main subah subah ready hoke aya dha apko milne keliye. Lekin ap nahin dhe ghar pe..."

(I came to meet you early morning getting all ready. But you're not home.)


"Tum mujhe milne keliye aye dhe...! Matlab...you're not mad at me?"He asked in disbelief.

(You came to meet me!)


"Nahin Raman...voh main...chodonah...ab ap kya kar rahe ho?" She changed the topic.

(No. That I...leave it...what're you doing now?)


He sat on the bed crossing his legs and hugging a pillow after plugging the earphone. "Ab...hotel room par bed pe baithkar tujhse baat kar raha hun..."

(I'm talking to you from a hotel room)


"Ap ghar kyun nahin gaye Raman...?" She asked astonished.

(Why didn't you go home?)


"Voh...mujhe...I'm not feeling comfortable. I don't want to go...Simmi ke bulane se main yahan tak agaya..." He said stuttering.

(I came because Summi called)


"Simmi?"


"Haan...papa ki dusri shaadi se...ek beta aur beti hai...Romi aur Simmi." He cleared.

(I've a brother and sister from papa's second marriage.)


"Toh ap bhai behan se contact karte hai!" She exclaimed.

(So you're in contact with bro and sis!)


"No yaar...Romi se baat nahin karta...Itna attutude hai use jitna mujhe hai. Simmi...my little sister...voh toh pehale se hi mujhse bahut pyar karte hai joh Romi aur papa nahin karta." He sighed.

(I don't talk to Romi. He has so much attitude like me___she loves me which Romi and papa doesn't)


"Ab ap fresh hojao aur jaake papa se milo..." She tried to make him agree.

(Now you get freshen up and go meet papa)


"Hmm...Mujhe toh ab kuch aur karne ka mann hai.." He said hoarsely.

(I want to do something else now)


"Ramannn..." She literally moaned his name hearing his thick voice.


"I love you..."


"Love you too...ab...ap...jaldi jaao..."

(Now...you...go)


"Itna bhi kya jaldi...! Let me complete this..."

(Why so hurry!


"Kya...?"

(What?)


"Don't you know?" He asked sheepishly.


"Raman bas...chee...ap phone pe bhi shuru...!"

(Stop...chee...year u started on phone!)


"Arey...kal itna paas hokar bhi mujhe kuch achese karne nahin diya...ab phone pe kuch bolne toh do..."He complained.

(You didn't let me do anything even after being so close yesterday. Now let me talk something on phone)


"Mujhe achese pata hai ki ap kya bolne vala hai...ab nahin Raman..."

(I know what you're going to say. Not now Raman)


"Kya pata hai tujhe? Bolo kya chahiye mujhe?" His voice thicker.

(What you know? Say what I want?)


"Raman kuch bhi..."


"Ek kiss do...no...no...ek nahin...bahut saare...kal raat keliye compansate karo"

(Give me a kiss...no...no...not one...a lot...compensate for last night)


"Ap jab vapis ayenge tab compansate karti hun."

(I'll compensate when you comes back)


"Tab tujhe kuch karne ki zaroorat nahin. Ab jo bola voh karo...kiss me."

(You don't need to do anything then. Now do what I said.)


He looked at the mobile finding no response from the other end.


"Hello...so gayi kya?" He joked.

(Are you slept?)


"Raman...yeh kya zabardasti hai...?"

(Raman what's this?)


"Amma ko phone do..."

(Give phone to Amma)


"Kyun...? Ammase complaint karoge isbare mein? Chee...FYI voh market gayi hai"

(Why? You'll complain to Amma? She went to market)


"Then give it to Mihika"


"Kya Raman...voh bhi bahar gaye hai. Ap ko kya hogaya?"

(She also went out. What happened to you?)


"Perfect! Amma aur Mihika ghar par nahin hai...toh...akeli ho...matlab..jo main bolun...voh karne main koyi problem nahin hai right?"

(Amma and Mihika are not home...so...alone...means...whatever I say you don't have any problem to do it right?)


"I won't do anything..."Her voice shivering.


"Hmm...I want a kiss now...varna next flight to delhi..."


"Kya Raman...! Tikhe...muah..."


"Voh kya dha?" He asked making a face.

(What was that?)


"Kiss!"


"Oh really...! Mujhe nahin laga...! Imagine that I'm there...Dedo ek paa...ssionate kiss."

(I don't feel so! Give me a passionate kiss)


"Mujhse nahin hoga Raman...I don't know..." She grizzled.

(I can't)


He smiled quitting his naughtiness. "OK...don't stress yourself. I'm stopping. Aur bolo kya plan kiya dha mereliye?"

(What did you plan for me?)


"Jaise main socha vaise bolun?" She winked.

(May I tell exactly the way I thought?)


"Haan bolo toh"

(Yes)


"OK listen."


Wearing the light blue designer saree I walked to my broken husband's home to cajole him.Or to say precise I wanted to give him a shock. It was just 5:30.


"Ek minute...uska matlab...agar mein half an hour wait karte toh...joh tum bolne vale ho voh sab ho jaata...?" He asked with a tint of disappointment.

(One minute...that means...if I would have waited for half an hour...it would have happened in real?)


"Hmm...bilkul sahi kaha..." She grinned.

(Right)


"Haan...you continue...I'm losing interest in this lost dream..." He let out a loud sigh.


I pressed the calling bell and there came my mother-in-law. Her already saucer-like eyes popped out seeing me at that wee little hour. She didn't inquire anything regarding my visit...


"Stop stop...kyun...kyun nahin poochegi? She can't be that irresponsible." Raman complained.

(Why won't she ask?)


"Let me complete Raman...baat khadm nahin hue hai...!" She tried to solve the problem.

(It's not complete!)


"OK...go on...I'm listening."


She didn't inquire anything regarding my visit...because my attair screamed out what I'm upto. Though some sort of teasing was meant to take place.


"Main...voh...Raman se milne keliye..."

(I...that... To meet Raman...)


I didn't need to complete but she asked me to go on not before pulling my cheek playfully.


After taking the blessing of my mother in law I walked towards my husband's bedroom, err...OUR bedroom. Locking the door behind me I sat beside him. He placed his head on my lap thinking that I'm his mother.


"Break!"


"Ab kya...?" She faked irritation knowing well what he is about to say.

(What now?)


"Yaar tujhe kaise mummiji samjhoge main. Let me tell you the part on my own way." He asked naughtily.

(How'll I think that you're mom)


"No Raman...it is just a dream. Galti ho sakte hai. Aur apke version main nahin sun sakti." She chuckled.

(Mistakes can happen. And I can't hear your version)


"Tikh hai...age bado..." He faked disinterest.

(Alright. Continue)


My hands found their way to caress his head and played with his hair. Feeling my hands on his cheek he...


"Bas bas bas...ab main kehta hun..." He interfered.

(Enough...I'll continue now)


"No...bas ittusa hai bakki..." She made a puppy face.

(A little bit remains)


"I knew it...I knew it ki tum sab kuch censor karoge. But no...ab story main complete karunga." He clicked his fingers as if he discovered a great thing.

(I knew that you'll censor everything. Now I'll complete the story)


"OK...but a condition."


"Kya hai?"

(what?)


"Agar mujhe acha nahin laga nah...toh main call disconnect karungi." She poked a finger thinking that he is in front of her.

(I'll disconnect the call if I won't like it)


"Done. I'll try not to disappoint you." He smirked thinking how he took a different meaning of her words.


"Ramann...you're impossible." Her lips curved up nervously.


"Now...may I...?"


"Yes please..."


Feeling a soft palm stroking my cheek I realised that it is her; my wife. I understood that she did forgive me for my mistakes. Her presence there was an evidence of her unconditional love for me. Unless, she wouldn't have come over to me.


After enjoying her caresses I pulled her down in the bed in a swift movement which she didn't expect.


"Did you expect?"


Ishita didn't replied which made him repeat the same. She hummed in frustration and asked "I didn't expect what?"


"Pinning you to the bed..." He replied enjoying her state.


"You know what Raman...you always do that. But what I didn't expect was your question in midway when I was..." She stopped at the slip of tongue.


"You were?" His voice husky and passionate.


"I was...I was...nothing...I was just hearing..."She stammered.


"Oh...yeh hui nah baat...To age suno..."

(Then keep listening)


Pinning her under me I asked her, "Kya irada hai madrasan."

(What's your intentions madrasan?)


She didn't reply but hugged me tight closing the spaces between us. Parting from her I kissed her face and trailed wet kisses down to her neck and began to travel down all the while undressing her...


"Then you made love to me" Ishita declared in a go.


"Kya hua...? Main karunga nah..." He hissed at her.

(What happened? I'll do it nah)


"No Raman...main yeh sab nahin sun sakta...Please bas karo..." She pleaded making him start a laughing session.

(I can't hear all these. Please stop it)


"What so funny?" She asked making a face.


"Arey...tum kitni innocent ho yaar...Mere jaise ek scoundrel ko tum jaise ladki kaise mila...! Kabhi kabhi bhagwan ko bhi galti hote hai...!"He stated in wonder.

(How innocent you are...How come a scoundrel like me got a girl like you! Sometimes God do mistakes!)


"Ap apne apko scoundrel samajhte ho? Kyun Raman?" She asked in between her laughter.

(You think yourself a scoundrel? Why?)


"In fact...you were right Ishita...Aisa kya hai jiske vajha se koyi mujhse pyar karein...? And why do you love me if...if there is nothing which is worthy in me?" His words getting serious.

(What's in me that will make someone love me?)


"Ramannn...I didn't mean those words.I really didn't mean..." She tried to control the situation.


"No Ishita...You wouldn't have meant anything. But it was a fact."


"Raman...pyar kuch vajha dekhkar nahin hota. Agar voh aisa hota hai toh voh pyar sacha pyar nahin ho sakta. Jab voh vajha khali hojata hai...tab voh pyar bhi..." She trailed off.

(Love don't happen for reason. If it happens so it can't be love. When that reason will be no more...then that love also...)


After a pause she asked him, "Ap kyun mujhse pyar kiya Raman?"

(Why did you love me?)


"Kyunki main...Kyunki main tujhse pyar karta hun...There is no reason for loving you but...the reason why I'm in love is...you." He said dreamily.

(Because I...because I love you...)


"Kitna filmy dha...!"She exclaimed.

(How filmy!)


"You made me so..." He laughed.


I: "Hmm...aur..."

(And)


R: "Aur kya...?"

(And what?)


I: "Kuch nahin toh..."

(Nothing)


R: "Kuch nahin...?"

(Nothing?)


I: "Nahin toh..."

(No well...)


R: "Toh kya?"

(Well what?)


I: "Mujhe jaana hai...lagta hai amma agayi..."

(I need to go. I think Amma is back)


R: "Acha...! Jhoot hai nah?"

(It's a lie?)


I: "Haan...matlab nahin...mm...Raman..."

(Yes...I mean no)


R: "Tikh hai...raat call karta hun. Bye. Take care."

(OK. I'll call you a night)


I: "Thanks."


R: "I can understand."


I: "I love you."


R: "Love you more"


I: "Ab cut karo nah..."

(Now cut it)


R: "Nahin toh...tum karo..."

(No you do it)


I: "Ramannn...ap bhi nah...!"


Saying so she disconnected the call and smiled. Raman chuckled imagining her expressions.


"Yeh kitni cute hai...!" He wondered aloud and got up to freshen up.

(How cute is she!)


BHALLA MANSION


Raman came there around ten and sat inside the car to muster some confidence or to say some comfort. A servant who was in his 70s walked up to his car and tried to see through the glass. He saw him screaming out that "Chotte sahib agaye...chotte sahib agaye..." and running inside the mansion. He was astonished is an understatement. He couldn't believe that even the servants knows him.


He got out of the car and walked towards the great hall of the mansion from the porch. He could hear the spattering of gossiping among the servants.


"Ishita...I can't do this yaar..." He muttered under his breath when he reached the hall. He looked around and took in the beauty of the posh palace. He was amazed at the similarity of his and his papa's taste.


He sat there fidgetting with his mobile and saw the lady whom his papa married after leaving his mom bringing his father in a wheelchair. That was just a shadow of the man whom he heard and made rolemodel. He couldn't meet the eyes of his papa's fragile figure. His eyes welled up realizing how much wrong was he. He always thought that the man who is his father will be a strong muscled king ensuing to his money power thereby he can live without his son's presence. But he was wrong. He could see how much he needs him. But the betrayal that he did to his mom made him angry and agitated even though he pitied his pathetic condition.


"Agaya Yuvraj...vah...kya baat hai...Aagir aye kyun ho ap?"

(Prince has come...why did you come?)


Romi's sarcastic voice made Raman turn back to find his younger brother showing utter hatred in his face.


RAMAN'S POV


I never felt this much discomfort.


Sitting inside the car, I recollected Ishita's words which gave me a kind of strength to keep up with the flow. I was feeling like tasting bitter chocalate being in the compound of the man's mansion who cheated on my mummiji. The unexpected interference of the servant uncle forced me to get out of the car and walk in.


That man addressed me as "chotte sahib"! That means even the servants know me. But how? I've never come there before...I don't even clearly know how my papa looks like.


I've seen him only in magazines and other medium. Not a father but a rolemodel. A mere inspiration. I didn't like him as a person but a professional. That is why I have this respect for him other than love. Now that I'm going to meet him for the first time, I'm confused of whether to meet his eyes from the perspective of a son or a fan. All the fights and hatred washed away when I saw a broken man in front of me.


He was this sick...and what have I done! I denied to meet him from the past one year!


When I was trying hard to understand the situation and my faults Romi's agitated sarcasm made me turn to him. His jeering look made me weak for the first time.
Oh Ishita...Yeh mujhse nahin hoga...

(I can't do this)


TO BE CONTINUED...



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