ISHRA OS: AS DELICATE AS THE DORI
She was still trying to be miffed with him. He was goofing up something or the other and kept cornering her with an innocent look which brought her weak on her knees. Whenever she saw that face of his, she wanted to devour his lips like he played with her lips a couple of weeks back. It took a lot of patience from her side to maintain a straight face before him and not blush in front of the family. He did not leave a single chance to brush his hands against her body making her twitch, shiver and blush. He stepped in to the kitchen just a few minutes back and purposely moved the ice water bottle against her back. The cold bottle sent shivers down her spine making her skin to erupt in glee at his mere presence. On top of it he purposely blew air near her ear when she was filtering tea and he had vanished after that making her to spill the tea all over the kitchen slab. Once again she was stirring the tea muttering curses under her breath. She heard him shout her name once again. She was more than miffed to even hear his name let alone his voice. She sent Neelu to attend him.
He was having squirmed look on his face and started to iron his Sherwani after firing Neelu out of his room. His Madarasan was being a tough cookie all of a sudden and he wanted to shut her every way possible. This was it he thought and screamed in pain. He was confident enough that this would bring his madarasan running to him. As expected she ran in to the room like a storm panting for breath only to find him sitting on the couch with his hands on either side of it and cross legged. She came forward like a lioness who would strangle him. Being the man, he had his own advantages. He pinned her to the sofa and fastened her hands with the shawl he had for his pagdi and locked the door. He heard her N number of reasons to be downstairs and not be with him in his room with her hands securely fastened. Somewhere deep down her heart she was excited to have this time with him and get him to pamper her silly. She had her face turned to the other side while he sat near her and his hands around her playing with her velvety skin. He felt her cheeks turning warm and the pout which refused to leave her face was slowly turning in to a cheesy smile.
"Madarsan, sorry yaar. You are busy with work and what happens to me? Who will do mine?" cribbed Raman like a little kid who wanted his candy.
"Raman, you can't be messing up every little thing. It only increases my work" complained Ishitha in return.
"Haan, So be the perfect wife and do all the work for me. I will be the man who would do all the work for you in our room" and winked at her.
She turned a deep shade of red and whispered his name audible only to his ears "Raman". He nibbled her ear lobe in return making her spell his name once again with a hint of sexiness. As he dipped deeper in to her neck, his hands worked on the shawl only to release her hands and felt her stiffening and relaxing. Her hands slowly moved towards her neck were his lips were playing a silly game. Her hand managed to form a barrier between his mouth and her neck stopping his sweet torture. Within minutes she was sitting on his lap comfortably and his hands firmly perched on her slender waist kneading them tenderly. Her hands clutched his arms tight and her eyes which were batting locked with his spewing passion. He dropped his first kiss of the day on her forehead and her eyes closed taking in the moment. He kissed her doe shaped eyes and ran his thumb over her eyelid. He was being such a tease with her.
"Raman, we need to get ready were the only words" was all she spoke after which she felt his lips sealing hers. He thrusted his lips deep in to her mouth trying to quench all of his thirst in one go and her hands combed through his hair gently. As he deepened the kiss, her hands pulled his hair trying to melt in the pleasure she was reeling in.
She once more tried getting the words out of her mouth "It's getting late" and felt him release her from his hold finally. She muttered "Raavan" under her breath and started hunting for her lehenga which she had pressed earlier this morning. Not finding it anywhere in the wardrobe, she yelled out for him who had locked himself up in the bathroom. Banging the bathroom door, she ordered him to spill where he had hid her dress.
"Ravan not today" she pleaded him
"I will Madarasan. Do you promise to listen to me today" he spoke with a hint of naughtiness in his tone.
"Hurrr.. Chalega Raman. Nothing is more important than my lehenga" she spoke annoyed at his antics.
In no time, he was out of the bathroom in a towel. She was lost in her thoughts when she felt him hit her with something and found it was the ends of the dori of her lehenga.
"Ouch, it hurts" and she tried grabbing it and it just had the skirt. Blouse was missing. She read his devil mind
"The devil wants to be at work but give it sometime" she spoke in to his ears trying to seduce him and get the blouse. He was just the smarter one today
"Devil knows the way out of his master" and ripped her pallu in seconds. She was red and her eyes refused to look at him. He inched closer and passed on the dress to her. He was waiting for her to yell his name after all he had kind of ripped the dori off her backless blouse. And he heard her voice and had a victory smirk on her face.
"Ishitha, should I come in or" and he paused.
"No Raman. You are not stepping in here. Go get Mihika or mummyji or even Ruhi. But not you" spoke Ishitha gritting her teeth.
"I am in a towel Ishitha. Anyways mein hun na" spoke Raman with romance playing in his tone.
After persuading her in his own way, she was out with her hands behind her back trying to clutch the ends of the blouse. Her face spilled anger and but a silly blush never failed to leave her face. She traced her steps back as he approached her like a man on a mission. He placed his hands right behind her back before she could hit the wall. His hands on her bare back once again evoked sensations within the two and she hid her face against his chest sheepishly.
"What happened" he asked her in a husky voice and he felt her lips grazing his bare chest. Words fail to leave her mouth and her hold just got tighter. He gently ran his fingers along her spine and her nails poked his back out of pleasure.
He then tried locating the dori of her blouse and sincerely tried working it through the little loops attached to her blouse. His hands kept grazing her back every now and then both intentionally and unintentionally. She couldn't take her hands of his back and her hold only got tighter. He reached the end to knot her blouse. He crossed over the end of the dori and pulled it a little tight making her to jerk and look at him. Their eyes locked that second and he loosened the knot immediately and his mischievous lips pecked her cheeks. He tightened it once more and her eyes grew wider this time. He brought his cheeks forward demanding a kiss from her. She nudged forward and quickly placed one. He fastened her dori properly around this time and heard her
"I love you Raman"
"I love you too" and sealed her lips for one last time for the morning in their room.
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