Ishra SS: Kabhi Toh Hoga new part 16 Pg 76- Page 47

Hi YHMians,

As per readers demand, back with the Ishra romance part...in fact a surprise at the end too. I have to confess that I too wanted to write their romance...so thanks for opting for the same...thanks, hugs, kisses to all my dear readers who support me in every story...thanks for the likes and comments. 🤗

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anyways here is it...

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Part 15B

She had just finished her long shower and stepped out wrapping a fluffy bath robe when the bell rang. She looked at the clock and saw that it was going to be 6:30.

"Itni jaldi?? Naughty Raman...He can't even wait till his usual time..."

She decided to make him wait for some time till she dresses up and messaged him the same. She asked him to wait at her place till she dresses up.

She sent the message and put the phone down when the door bell rang again impatiently.

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Bell kept ringing time and again. Ishita just ignored it all, quite sure that it was Raman meddling with the bell restlessly.

Though nervous about the dress, the thought of wearing it for Raman excited her. Once she wore it and looked at the mirror, she voiced, "Not bad..."

She instantly liked her look and feel of it. She looked ravishing and gorgeous though on one side, her mind was doubting her own body's ability to carry off the sensuality of the dress. She had lost weight and she smiled wondering how the miracle happened.

She did her last bit of makeup and applied the kaajal carefully so that it didn't smudge or give her eyes a smoky look. Raman liked it this way. She smiled at her own thoughts and was amused how her each action revolved around Raman, his likes and dislikes.

She had cooked dinner earlier and so just had to warm it when they were ready to eat. Even the food was mostly his favorite. Palak panneer was his favourite now and he loved the way she added a South Indian flavour to it. She was a vegetarian and so cooking non veg was out of question. Though she had volunteered to do it for him, he plainly refused and told her to just stick to vegetarian dishes. He had lately given up on his favorite chicken just for her sake. His sweet gesture had swept her off literally.

Giving final touches to her dishes on the table, she messaged him to come.

The next second, the bell rang and she smiled shyly as she looked at herself in the mirror one more time. She was nervous every time they planned such nights as she had felt the first time around. Every night together felt new and like the first one.

She slowly walked to the door and made sure it was him. He had changed into his home clothes and in his black T-shirt, he looked hotter than ever. Would he feel the same about her? Would he like her in this dress? Many questions stumped her. She tensely bit her lips and sucked a deep breath before opening the door. Unlatching it, she hid behind the door.

He slowly entered, impatience filling him up because darkness engulfed him and she wasn't anywhere to be seen. She had switched off the lights before opening the door for him.

"Where the hell are you madrasan? How long do I have to wait? Pehle hi itna waqt liya, mujhe intezaar karwaaya aur ab mujhse chup rahi ho, huh?"

The moment his words filled the room, she forgot all her questions and laughed at his anger, "OHHH Raavan gusse mein hai...huh?"

She tried her best to control her noise but in vain.

Her miffled laughter and whispered words made him look back but she moved away without being caught. She bolted the door before she moved away.

He followed the sound that her foot steps made but the darkness betrayed his eyes and he couldn't even get a glimpse of her. Annoyed by her craziness, he was about to reach for the light switches and he felt her hands engulfing him from behind. He was about to say something when she whispered into his ears, "shhh...lets play in the darkness Raman"

Raman naughtily grinned at her idea. He knew why she was becoming a fan of darkness all of a sudden. He decided to play along. Teasing her with a light kiss on her hand, he replied, "What play do you intend sweetheart, hide and seek in the darkness, huh?"

She posed to be bold while her inners melted in the heat that his gentle kiss invoked in her. A slight kiss from him was enough catalyst to trigger a fire in her body. She whispered, "Mmm may be"

She was planning to move away just after that but feeling the change in her voice, he took it as a chance to pull her to the front. Places reversed, now she was engulfed between his arms. Jailed in his tight hold, she couldn't move an inch though she struggled to escape from him. She didn't want to surrender so soon but his arms were mighty for her. So she stopped struggling and pouted, "that's not fair Raman..."

"All is fair in love darling...so just play safe and stay here, close to me..."

His trailing words were husky enough to send shivers through her already. He added slowly, seductively, "Or we could play wrestling and end up on the bed...what say?"

She shyly lowered her gaze and all her challenging streak dissolved within her. She was slowly succumbing to his rough wild yet passionate hug and his desirefilled words. His fingers roamed around her and could feel the dress on her. His slightest touches evoking so many sensations making her gasp while his imagination of her ran wild arousing him more.

She tried to gather herself up and suggested as a faint whimper, "dinner?"

"Later baby", was all he said before scooping her up into his arms and walking to their bed room. He had waited enough and wasn't in a mood to eat food. He didn't switch on the lights yet, rather didn't want to. He had somehow liked the idea of this exploration in the darkness. May be the slow romance was what he wanted to implore and experience tonight. He placed her slowly on the foot of the bed and sat next to her. Before she could say a word, he pulled her into his lap in a jerk.

She groaned, startled, "Raman..."

He kissed her cheeks gently, whispering against her smoothness, "Bolo"

She had intended to ask what he was doing but then changed the question and enquired with a blush, "Don't you want to see me?"

He chuckled naughtily and replied, placing a wet kiss over her knuckles, "hmmm but after some time"

He adds after twining her fingers with his and squeezing them ever so gently, "Khel tumne shuru kiya tha...ab khatam main karoonga...in my style"

She didn't understand what he intended but he made it clear with his actions. His other hand went down to her legs, seductively playing with her bare legs. It was a knee length dress, leaving her legs exposed and under the mercy of his playful fingers. She suddenly felt conscious and vulnerable against his sensual play yet stayed glued to him, trying her best to play along with him.

She shyly lowered lashes and snuggled into his chest. His fingers slowly trailed up her knees, mischievously grazing her thighs slowly. His caressing made her shudder in the sheer pleasure that he gave her. Even in the darknes, his eyes twinkled with the naughty glint which made her all the more shy. She realized what he was heading to and blushed. His lips sketched patterns on her fair cheeks. She was amused for a second sensing his multi tasking ability. When his fingers wandered up, caressing her inner thighs erotically, she quickly jumped up and tried to sprint away from him shyly but he held her wrist and stopped her. Her shyness and her hesitation to give away aroused him more.

He smiled naughtily and stood up. The next second he stretched his other hand to switch on the lights. He twirled her around once to face him. She had turned beetroot red and her eyes were closed tight. He smiled at her innocence which reflected the simple girl in her. She was shy and hesitant like a new bride. Perhaps this was what attracted him more to her, the hooking factor between them. Every time, every night was fresh and new like their very first night. He looked at her head to toe. It had a plunging neck line and the hem of it tapered just at her knees.

The dress had become more gorgeous when she wore it, exactly like he had pictured in his mind when he saw it on the web site. It clutched her body like second skin and accentuated her curves, making her all the more ravishing and delectable. His hands rested on her shoulder blades, inching her a little closer to himself. It just made it impossible for him to keep his hands off her.

His fingers gently rubbed against her soft fair cheeks before chinning her up. He made her look up to him and voiced huskily, "Open your eyes sweetheart"

When she didn't oblige, he leaned closer and kissed her forehead before moving on to her eyes. Kissing her eye lashes as gently as possible, his lips moved down but leaving an inch between. She could sense his breath on her skin but felt tortured by the distance he maintained all along. Her body language told him exactly what she wanted right at that moment. Her lips went between her teeth and fingers tightly clutched the sides of her dress as she stood anticipating his flaming kiss any moment but he wasn't obliging to her unsaid wish so soon. Raman Kumar Bhalla had his ways to bring her around and ride her up to the edge of desperation and wanting. Her toes curled to itself when she felt his fingers brush past her luscious lips. Even in his sweet tortures, he couldn't resist touching her delectably inviting lips.

His other hand traversed up and down her outlines as if marking every contour and curve of hers. She gasped when his fingers grasped her waist and brought her closer. Now she felt him just a heart beat away. He moved to kissing her smooth ear lobes before whispering, "You look hot madrasan!"

She was confused if the compliment from him eased her or tensed her more. She was anxiously waiting for what he was going to do next. When he observed that her shyness refused to abandon her, he remarked naughtily, "itna kya sharmana? Haven't we surpassed all that darling?"

She smiled blushing profusely. He continued his torture by decreasing the distance between them yet not closing every gap. She was puzzled by his silent torture and slowly opened her eyes to see what he was up to. She saw him smirking at her and understood what exactly he was trying to do. She smiled and turned her eyes away from him, not able to handle his naughty gaze.

He just took it as a chance and kissed her sensitive spot around her nape and below her ears. Nipping her ears once, he proceeded to tease her with his mischievous words, "Time to explore what lays beneath this..."

His words just trailed off as his fingers pulled down the zipper at the back. Her eyes followed its own accord as it closed again.

His fingers played tantalizing rhythms on her bare back between the open zip, igniting her inners with passion and desire. She ached and longed to make him touch her more. Her hidden skin seemed jealous of the exposed spots where he blessed her with his sensual antics.

She couldn't contain it any longer and she whimpered, "Raman...please...what are you waiting for?"

His lips curved into a smile and replied, "For you darling"

And instantly her eyes opened widely and she read between his lines. She grinned sensing his thoughts and her fingers ran to his shirt buttons to return his favors. As her shivering hands fiddled around the buttons and the holes, he quickly tugged the dress strap down her shoulders, freeing her body out of its confines. Before the dress fell as a puddle around her legs, she was done with his shirt as well.

"That was quick..." was his appreciating words which made her coil back in her shyness.

He lifted her up from the tangled dress at her feet after quickly discarding his shirt. Without a delay, he laid her out on the bed, checking her out top to bottom. He winked at her giving away his thoughts and intentions. She turned to a side, away from him but only after switching off the lights.

He didn't want to argue over that and gave in to her wish. He settled down beside her and in a quick jerk, tossed her upon him, capturing her lips in a passionately soul steering kiss. It was something that he had been painfully postponing from evening. She didn't wait to give him more access and she parted her lips to let him deepen it instantly. Her hands combed and threaded his smooth hair, while his hands cupped her face giving himself the grip. Only when he felt breathless did he break he kiss and ventured down to explore her more, giving and taking the pleasure that they both desired.

It was almost dawn when she woke from her slumber which she had drifted into after their most satiating night. She was cocooned in his warmth, and lay close to him. His arm was her pillow and her hair sprawled beneath his head, making it a lock and key situation. Both couldn't get up till the other wakes up. So not left with a choice, she turned to his side, gazing him sleep like an innocent baby. She smiled at her own thoughts and also the contrasting forms of his. He was all that a woman could ever desire. She fondly ruffled his hair, caressed his handsome face, sketching down patterns along his dimpled cheeks and the masculine jawline. She did it all slowly, cautious not to wake him up but then he whispered sleepily, "You don't have to retrict to just my face darling"

His husky whisper caught her off guard as her hands were planning to venture down as well. She blushed but then replied, "Sone ki acting, huh? Naughty Raavan!"

"You woke me up madrasan! Waise bhi itni khoobsurat ladki paas ho toh kaun kambakt soyega, huh?"

She blushed at his praise while he added, "aur sharmaoge toh jo thoda bohat control hai woh bhi chala jaayega...beware"

She was amused by his flirting words as his eyes were closed yet he was seeing her. She laughed out loud and he woke up admiring her laughing face. He voiced, "I want to wake up seeing this face always"

The light conversation suddenly transformed into something more deep and like a confession, he said, "Till my last breath Ishita"

She stopped laughing instantly sensing his serious tone and looked at him inquisitively, wondering if he was really professing his love for her. He took her hand and kissed her fingers gently and said, "I love you Ishita...Become mine...just mine"

She had tears in her eyes now and her reply or rather her confession just got struck in her throat. She choked up as she said, "I am already yours Raman...ab aur kya deh sakti hoom?"

She was intentionally postponing her reply and ignoring what he was meaning.

He didn't let her turn away as he wanted a definite answer from her. He wanted to seal their relationship with a concrete name today. He didn't want fingers being pointed at them nor did he want to continue this hidden affair. It was a sudden thought wave inside him and he hadn't thought of anything else. He just chinned her up and said, "Lets get married...I can't afford to lose you"

She was puzzled at his sudden decision and also confused at why he felt insecure all of a sudden. Why did he feel that he would lose her or there would be a separation? Was he proposing love and marriage just because of his insecurity or did he really feel the need to get married to her? She was confused as what to reply. Yes she had similar feelings and also wanted him with her till her last breath but a marriage would mean a lot of things. New things which involves not just two individuals. It will include families. She felt inferior at the thought of it. Will his family accept her and Adi? Will they even digest the thought of a daughter-in-law who had a son of her own? Would Adi get all that he rightfully deserves if she gets married? Questions burdened and weighed down her mind and heart.

She couldn't bare open her secret before them as well. With Raman, it just happened and he gracefully accepted her with all her baggages but she couldn't expect the same from his family. Her reluctance to a marriage stemmed from all such thoughts.

Her silence told him that she needed more time to answer but he would wait. He just shook her and urged, "Say you love me Ishita...just once...for me"

Kyuki Tum Hi Ho
Ab Tum Hi Ho
Meri Aashiqui Ab Tum Hi Ho

Tum Hi Ho
Tum Hi Ho O Ooo Oo

His sincere longing made her respond.

Her eyes flooded with unshed tears and she slammed her lips against his, muttering those 3 words which he longed to hear.

"I love you"

She went on with her confession as he rolled over her, rewarding her with kisses, before making slow passionate love to her. Her confessions never ceased as her heart and soul poured out all her love for him. She clutched his hair with her hands and clasped it tightly not allowing him to part away neither did he want to separate from her...

"You heal me Raman...I love you...I love you...I love you"

Hmmm

Tere Liye Hi Jiya Mein
Khud Ko Jo Yun De Diya Hai
Teri Wafa Ne Mujhko Sambhala
Sare Ghumo Ko Dil Se Nikala

Tere Saath Mera Hai Nasseeb Juda
Tujhe Pa Ke Adhura Na Raha

Kyuki Tum Hi Ho
Ab Tum Hi Ho
Meri Aashiqui Ab Tum Hi Ho
Chain Bhi Mera Dard Bhi
Meri Aashiqui Ab Tum Hi Ho

[To be continued]

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