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Hi all. Yesterday's angry scene bothered me a lot. Raman was shown too forceful and Ishita too scared. Here's my more positive IshRa version. Let me know what you think.
Warning: mature content, sexual themes, strong language
Thanks to my friend columbia for encouragement, and I hope you will forgive the rough edges of this story, it's kind of a first draft...wanted to share it before next ep! 😳
Thanks for reading! Please like and comment 😊
Warning: mature content, sexual themes, strong language
Thanks to my friend columbia for encouragement, and I hope you will forgive the rough edges of this story, it's kind of a first draft...wanted to share it before next ep! 😳
The Ultimatum
a mature IshRa OS by -mina-
"No. I don't want you to stay as Ruhi's mother."
"What?"
"I can't - I thought it would be simple. I brought you into my life for my family. You were never supposed to be my wife, not really."
"I know."
"I need you to make a choice, Ishita. Right now. If you want to stay as Ruhi's mother, then you have to be my wife, too. In all ways. In everything. Do you understand?"
"I'm tired, Ishita. I hate this whole situation. The world thinks I have a wife, my family is so happy to embrace my wife, but I have nothing. Nothing but an agreement with a stranger. I don't want us to be strangers anymore, Ishita."
"Please what?"
"Please let's wait. Not like this, please -"
Ishita closed her eyes and bit her lip. Raman pulled the rest of her sari free, but then his hands came to rest on her hips. He didn't move to take off her petticoat. The silent moment stretched until she couldn't bear the tension, and she opened her eyes to see him watching her.
He pulled her down onto the bed and kissed her again, but now his mouth was slow and patient, teaching her how to kiss with endurance in mind. As she relaxed into the kiss, he let his hands roam her body. So much of her skin was already bare, and she felt waves of electricity as his palm slid first along her arm, then down her waist, then across her belly...
~*not quite the end - part 2 pg 8*~
a mature IshRa OS by -mina-
Raman's
taunts had been testing both Ishita's temper and her patience. Finally she
snapped, "Yes, I care! And at least someone does care about you. No
one
cares
about me. In that whole party, no one looked at me once -"
Raman
cut her off with a glare, angrily throwing up his hands. "No one?
Goddamn it, am I no one? When did I stop
looking
at you?"
"When
you smiled at the whole damn crowd and told them you owed everything
to your ex-wife!
And you weren't looking at me anyway, don't -"
"Do
you think I could keep my eyes off you, when you came in dressed like
that, laughing and smiling with that son of a bitch? Do you have any
idea how much I hated watching you with him?" Raman shook his head,
clearly frustrated with both her and himself. "But I couldn't
stop. Go ahead, ask me what anyone was wearing, what food they
served, ask me anything. I promise you, all I saw all night was you
sitting there flirting shamelessly with -"
Ishita
couldn't believe Raman was still caught on this point. "Flirting!
It wasn't flirting. How many times do I need to explain this to
you, he is just a friend!"
"Just
a friend? Not your hero,
who you wish you could run off with, if it wasn't for the sad
misfortune of my daughter loving you as her mother?"
"What?
Raman, what are you talking about?"
"Did
you think I wouldn't realize? You don't talk to me anymore, you
don't look at me. You're planning to leave, and you're such a
goddamn coward you're not even telling me -"
"I'm
not - Raman, I'm not leaving!"
"Don't
lie -"
"No!
Listen to me! I am not Shagun, do you understand? I am not leaving. I
am never
leaving.
Even if you turn into the worst husband in the world - and it's
really not that far for you to go - I am not leaving. I made a
commitment to our family. Nothing and no one can get between us."
"Between
you and Ruhi. I know, you're here for Ruhi."
"Raman,
what -"
"But
I also know that you're a woman. Not just a mother. A woman. And
you have your - your needs and desires. Do you really expect me to
believe you're not going to fill them? Your perfect chance is just
waiting for you to go to him, don't pretend like -"
"Stop
it! Just stop it! I won't say this to you again. There's nothing
like that between me and Mani, there never could be and there never
will be. I'm not going anywhere, ok? So just let go of my hand now
-"
"No."
"Raman
-"
"No. I don't want you to stay as Ruhi's mother."
"What?"
"I can't - I thought it would be simple. I brought you into my life for my family. You were never supposed to be my wife, not really."
"I know."
"I need you to make a choice, Ishita. Right now. If you want to stay as Ruhi's mother, then you have to be my wife, too. In all ways. In everything. Do you understand?"
"Raman,
you're not in your senses. Go and lie down. I'll turn off the
light and -"
"Ishita.
Now. Decide now. Are you so committed to being Ruhi's mother that
you can also be my wife? Or is it not worth it to you? Because if
your choice is no, then that's it, we're done. I'll find some
other way to convince the courts -"
"Raman,
how can you talk like this? We fought so hard to keep Ruhi with us,
how can you -"
"This
is about us, Ishita. You and me. What's your decision?"
"Raman..."
"I'm tired, Ishita. I hate this whole situation. The world thinks I have a wife, my family is so happy to embrace my wife, but I have nothing. Nothing but an agreement with a stranger. I don't want us to be strangers anymore, Ishita."
"I
just think...we've had a very long night, you know? We both need to
get some sleep -"
He
reached for her pallu. It was pinned into place, but it was the work
of five seconds to remove the pin. One slight movement of his hand
and the stiff fabric fell away from her, sliding heavily to the
ground.
"Raman,
what -" Ishita reached down to gather back her sari, but Raman
stopped her. She crossed her arms, trying to hide her chest, but he
tugged her arms down, leaving her no choice but to stand in front of
him in just her blouse and half-undone sari.
He
traced a finger along the neckline of her blouse. Her breath hitched.
He reached around the back and undid the dori at the top and the
hooks at the bottom.
She
reached back to grab her blouse and keep it in place, even though the
loosened straps were already sliding down her shoulders.
"Raman...what
are you doing. Please -"
"I'm
claiming my rights, Ishita. Here and now. We become husband and wife
in this room tonight, or from tomorrow we find our ways out of each
other's lives."
"Raman
- not like this. Please. When we're back at home, when you're
sober -"
"No.
Tonight. Now."
He
drew her arms back to her sides but let her keep her blouse on. He
pulled her close and reached for the folded pleats at her navel.
She
stiffened as his hand brushed against her belly.
"Raman...please..."
"Please what?"
"Please let's wait. Not like this, please -"
"No
more waiting Ishita. Yes tonight, or no, never. What's it going to
be?"
Ishita closed her eyes and bit her lip. Raman pulled the rest of her sari free, but then his hands came to rest on her hips. He didn't move to take off her petticoat. The silent moment stretched until she couldn't bear the tension, and she opened her eyes to see him watching her.
He
met her eyes, but then his gaze shifted to her lips. "I want you so
much," he said, his voice low and rough with a longing tone she'd
never heard from him before. "You drive me crazy, and I don't
want to give you any more power over me. But more than anything, I
want to make you mine."
Ishita
got the sense that he wasn't talking to her so much as letting out
his thoughts. His palms were hot and heavy against her skin, and it
was doing strange things to her nerves to have him holding her so
close.
Her
own thoughts were racing, confusion and wariness in conflict with the
always-buried desire she had for him. She had spent months resenting
that desire for making her life so complicated, for working so
powerfully against her good sense. And tonight, here and now in this
impossibly charged moment, she was starting to feel that good sense
was about to lose permanently.
"Ishita...I
know it should be different. I owe you more than this. But I can't
wait any more. I need you."
I
need you.
She had always been weak when it came to this statement, and coming
from him it had even more power than usual.
Still,
the last fragment of her cherished good sense tried to fight desire
with reason. What did she
need?
Not
this. Not now, not in this way. Not when he clearly wanted to do it
only out of misplaced jealousy and confusion. Not when he was at
least half-drunk and had spent the night ignoring and insulting her.
So
she knew what she didn't need.
But
what
did
she
need?
This,
exactly this. Him wanting her beyond reason, beyond propriety and
convention. Him inviting her to exercise those rights she had never
dared to claim. Him acknowledging that he had his own rights to
assert. Him choosing to move their relationship forward, finally, and
for real.
That
last bit of sense knew that this was probably a mistake, that there
was a better way to do things, that if he couldn't be sensible then
she should at least still try.
But
Ishita didn't have any more patience to spare for her
all-preserving good sense, and she decided then that she would follow
desire, and deal with the consequences when they came.
"Ask
me again," she whispered, her eyes set on the knot of his tie.
He
tipped her face up with one finger. "Yes, now, or no, never?"
She
held his gaze. "Yes, now."
"Thank
God."
Raman pulled Ishita fully into his arms and took her mouth with a far
from gentle kiss. His lips demanded both consent and submission,
moving against hers with the determined focus of strictly controlled
desire. After the first moments of claiming and possession, the kiss
changed, seeking active participation and passion from her.
Ishita's
arms found their way around Raman's neck. She tried to keep up with
the kiss, but this intense intimacy was new to her, and she felt
helpless to match Raman's forcefulness. She followed his lead as
much as she could, opening her mouth to him and moving her lips in
response to his. But she was increasingly aware of an awful sense of
inadequacy. If she couldn't even kiss him back properly, what hope
was there for the rest of it?
Raman
distracted her from these thoughts by breaking from her mouth to kiss
down along her jaw. She couldn't help a small moan as his lips
closed on a sensitive spot at the crook of her neck. In response, his
palms slid up her arms, and his fingers curled under the loosened
straps of her sleeveless blouse.
He
pulled back from her only enough to meet her eyes again. "I want
this off," he panted, already starting to tug down the blouse. "I
want everything off."
Ishita
reached for his shirt collar, and his hands automatically stilled on
her arms as he watched her.
With
a deep breath, and a stern but useless mental command to her hands
not to tremble, she pulled his tie loose and started to unbutton his
shirt. Her hands moved instinctively; there was nothing complicated
about undoing a man's shirt. But she was acutely aware of never
having done it before, and some part of her was still stunned to
realize that she had suddenly and finally arrived at this
long-awaited moment of her life.
Raman
wordlessly helped her undress him until his chest was bare. Then, to
her surprise, he lifted her into his arms.
"Raman,
what?" she asked with a startled laugh. With all his complaining
about her weight and size, she was amazed that he was voluntarily
picking her up.
He
didn't answer, simply setting her down on the bed and stepping back
to look at her. She felt an urge to duck her head and she couldn't
control the blush that raced into her cheeks, but she told herself to
be brave and watched him as he watched her.
Finally,
for the first time that night, he started to smile. It was just one
of his short half-smiles, those odd little upturns of one side of his
mouth that somehow counted more from him than a regular grin from
anyone else. Some locked tension inside Ishita came free at that
smile, and the desire brewing between them spiked up as she returned
it with a small smile of her own.
Raman
removed his belt and slacks and joined her on the bed, and Ishita
tried not to let her heart jump out of her chest at this undeniable
escalation of intimacy. She had been in lots of compromising
positions with her Raavan Kumar, but it was a whole new level of
experience to be in bed with her half-dressed and him only in his boxers.
Raman
carefully took off the gajra of white flowers she had worn to match
her sari. His nimble fingers pulled out the hairpins holding her bun
in place. She felt another source of tension melt away as her hair
tumbled free.
He
brushed his knuckle against her cheek, teasingly running his thumb
across her lips. "What happened Jhansi ki Rani? It won't do to be
silent, you know."
"What
should I say?" Ishita asked softly, too lost in his eyes to think
about what he might mean.
"You
don't have to say
anything.
But there should be sound."
"Oh."
He pulled her down onto the bed and kissed her again, but now his mouth was slow and patient, teaching her how to kiss with endurance in mind. As she relaxed into the kiss, he let his hands roam her body. So much of her skin was already bare, and she felt waves of electricity as his palm slid first along her arm, then down her waist, then across her belly...
He
untied her petticoat, and a distant part of her brain was impressed
that he managed to do it with one hand, and without looking. But then
he started to push the fabric, sliding the underskirt down her
legs, and the thinking parts of her brain shut down as her every
nerve became hyperfocused on his actions.
Soon
there was one less item of clothing between them. Raman stroked her
now bare legs in a leisurely way, gliding his palm against the smooth
skin of her thigh, dancing his fingers by the ticklish spot behind
her knee, sparking heat and pleasure with every touch.
His
hand trailed back up her body, and between kisses and caresses, he
finally managed to take off her blouse too. She squeezed her eyes
shut as his hands found her breasts. She wanted to watch him, wanted
to see his reaction and observe his actions, but it was too much. She
was overwhelmed just by the strange new feeling of having his hands
there,
so large and firm against her softness; she couldn't possibly bring
herself to watch too.
Aiyoo
Ishita, keep calm,
she told herself, trying to remember the basic breathing exercises
she had learned about in dental school. They were supposed to help
nervous patients relax but Ishita had often found them helpful for
herself personally, and if there was ever a time she needed help to
stay calm, this was surely it.
His
touch was surprisingly gentle. After the way he'd given her an
ultimatum and followed it with those first hungry kisses, she had
thought that he would be fast and rough, impatient to get to his goal
and uninterested in slow discovery.
But
it seemed as though her breathing exercises were somehow helping him
stay
calm. She couldn't control the way her body quivered under his
touch, or the way her breath caught in her throat when his clever
fingers found new ways to tease her, or the flood of heat that rushed
through her when his mouth followed his hands. But he was clearly
controlling himself, setting aside his obvious appetite as he made every effort to explore and teach and please her.
Raman
took his time warming Ishita up, giving slow and methodical attention
to every inch of her body. She had never thought her Raavan Kumar
would be such an attentive and deliberate lover. To the extent that
she'd allowed herself to think of him this way at all, she had
assumed that his lovemaking would be just like his temper - quick to
ignite, tumultuous to ride out, and swift to calm down once he was satisfied.
As
he treated her to a truly impressive demonstration of skilled
foreplay - and she tried hard not to think about how he had developed
that skill - Ishita found herself feeling less worried and more
excited. When he finally pulled away the last scrap of her clothes, she had felt a
flash of anxiety about whether or not it was really right to go ahead
with him. Then she had reminded herself that he was her husband and
he was committed to her and it didn't matter if he didn't love
her, there was enough to justify them taking this step.
Those
doubts faded away as his exploratory touches turned teasing. He knew
by now that she was both attracted to and aroused by him, and he was
enjoying the chance to have her at his mercy.
He
had said he didn't want to give her more power over him, but as he
worked her body to a frenzied pitch of desire, she could only see
that here, in bed, he obviously had all the power. She didn't have
experience or instinct to do half as much for him in return for what
he could for her...but maybe that would change with practice.
Finally
Raman settled Ishita on her back, pulling himself up over her in the
age-old first position for couples everywhere. Ishita rested her
hands on his powerful shoulders, marveling in the way his muscled
arms were taut with tension.
He
leaned forward to kiss her, soft and slow, and for a few moments
Ishita even forgot that he didn't love her, because this kiss was
so sweet and affectionate and reassuring that it spoke more of love
and care than any number of words could do.
"This
is it, Jhansi ki Rani," he murmured, and Ishita wanted to be
annoyed that he was calling her that even now, but the moment was too
intense for anything so petty as annoyance.
"Mm,"
she agreed, nodding slowly. Their gazes were locked, and she had the
odd thought that looking into Raman's eyes was both like drowning
at sea and finding an anchor in an unsteady world.
"You're
mine. Only mine," he continued, his voice dropping almost to a
growl.
"Yes,"
she breathed, fascinated to observe the fierce focus showing on his
face.
"Say
it," he demanded. He set his hands on each side of her head, caging
her under him.
"I'm...I'm
yours," Ishita managed, stumbling on the words as the full meaning
of the situation caught up to her. She had been so lost in all the
new sensations he had introduced her to, she had stopped thinking
about what all this meant.
This
had started because he felt jealous and insecure. He had no reason
to, and it would've been better if she could have made him
understand that through conversation, rather than going so far to
prove her loyalty. And yet the extreme choice was made, and it was
both too late and too pointless to regret it now.
"Yes,"
Raman said, his voice full of savage satisfaction. He shifted their
positioning, taking hold of one hip while he nudged her other leg to
spread wider.
She
was open to him now, vulnerable and exposed as she had never been
before. She felt a bit nervous as she felt him against her entrance,
and suddenly she blurted, "And you're mine. Only mine."
Raman
looked at her in surprise, his brows knitting together as they always
did when he was confused about something. But then his confusion
cleared and he smiled, a proper, naughty bedroom smile that sent a
jolt of fresh arousal through her. "I'm yours," he affirmed,
and she felt glad and sure that after everything this would turn out
be the right decision after all.
Then
he surged up to kiss her again, and as she adjusted to the kiss she
had to adjust to him inside her, too. It was a strange feeling but
not uncomfortable, and the strangeness gave way to pure pleasure as
he started to move against her.
Although
he had been careful and thorough in the build up, in this final act
Raman proved to be exactly the kind of lover Ishita expected. He lost
himself completely to the action, his momentum and speed increasing
with every thrust. She could see that he wasn't with her in the
moment anymore, he was lost somewhere in his own bliss, but that was
alright, because it was amazing to watch.
His
pleasure was obviously building, but hers had plateaued. She didn't
mind; she thought it was enough for her to finally be experiencing
this, and it was gratifying to know that he was, in fact, finding
satisfaction in her body. She focused on the new and incredible feeling
of being filled by him, on the viscerally appealing sound of the way
their bodies joined, on the glorious sight of him coming undone. She
realized then that maybe she did have a kind of power, if being with
her could make him fall apart so completely.
He
reached his climax with a groan, and after one moment of deliberately
holding himself up, he finally let himself collapse against her.
He
was broad and heavy and it was strange to have him just lying on top
of her, but she liked it, too. She closed her arms around him and let
her hands explore his hair. His head was cradled against her heart
and she thought that all things considered, it was a perfect moment.
Finally
he sighed and rolled onto his back. His hand found hers and he laced
their fingers together.
"I'm
sorry, Ishita. That wasn't very good for you," Raman said.
Ishita
was amazed that he was apologizing. Raavan Kumar never
apologized...but maybe her husband...and lover...Raman Bhalla might
apologize. At least as a point of pride, which was what this apology
seemed like.
"I
liked it," Ishita told him honestly.
"I
can do better. I just - it's been a long time and I couldn't
handle you."
"I
think you handled me just fine," she said with a grin, rolling onto
her side to have a better view of him.
Raman
shook his head. "You don't understand. Touching you is
like...like falling into a volcano. You're so hot and tight and
responsive everywhere. I lost myself in you long before getting to be
inside you."
Ishita
didn't know what to make of these comments. It was beyond her
understanding. And after the long and emotional day they had had, she
decided that she didn't need to tax her brain to understand it now.
She
yawned lazily. "Still I liked it. You can show me how it gets
better later."
Raman
laughed. "I will. And you're ok? I mean...are you hurt?"
"No,"
Ishita confirmed drowsily. "But don't be stupid and think that
I'm involved with Mani or that I'm going to leave you like
Shagun, ok? I don't want to do this only to prove a point. Next
time we should do it for fun."
"Ok.
But you should spend less time with that...that...friend
of
yours."
"If
you keep me busy and tired with this...maybe I won't have any
time," Ishita suggested, her eyes drifting closed as she thought
about how she might like to be kept busy.
Raman
laughed again and gathered her close. He cuddled against her. If
Ishita were more awake she might've been surprised and confused by
Raavan Kumar cuddling, but as it was she simply relaxed into his
embrace.
"I
like that plan," Raman whispered huskily into her ear.
"Mmgood.
Start tomorrow."
With
that, Ishita gave herself over to sleep.
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