THANK YOU SOOO MUCH FOR THE TREMENDOUS RESPONSE TO SEASON 2 OF AGENT RKB& AGENT JKR!!
I am truly overwhelmed with gratitude
Just a couple of things I'd like to mention before I post Part 2...
My story is a little mature so kids please stay away!
And most importantly...
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66 hours earlier...
Having covered the box with foil she screwed the top on and secured the wires in place. Taping the box up, she looked at it satisfied.
Her job was done.
Raman settled in his seat and allowed his mind to wonder back to thoughts of her.
Her smile, her laugh, her aroma. The feel of her silky hair as he ran his fingers through them and her smooth creamy skin under his touch. The way she moaned and squirmed under him, in his arms drove him out of his mind! He shivered remembering their many intimate sessions, especially their extended passionate affair in the shower yesterday before she left for her flight! He smiled think what love had done to him! All he did these days was reminisce about her when she wasn't in his arms responding to his touch. Mahir had begun joking that his "dil" had made him a "nikama" and he agreed! Not that it had affected his work; he was too much of a professional for that to happen. But when he wasn't on duty all he did was think about her or being with her.
He had been stumped by the revelation that his absurd daytime fantasy, of his considerate and responsible wife, Ishita somehow merging into the super sexy, witty and smart Agent JKR had come true! But it was during her injury, while saving his kids that he had realised the true extent of his feeling for her. It wasn't just lust and attraction that he felt for her; he had realised that he was madly in love with her! Her admittance of her feelings and love towards him had made him feel ecstatic and complete. And so their insatiable love and desire for each other had given their relationship a truly beautiful turning in the last couple of months.
He turned to his phone as it beeped with a message from Bala. Sighing he turned his full attention to the important file on his MAC to begin prepping for the mission he would be handling in a few hours' time.
It was time for action!
The time for romancing would come later.
Ishita kissed the sleeping twins goodnight in their beds and leaving the small light on, turned towards her own room adjacent to the twins. It had been an enjoyable evening laughing and relaxing with Vandita and Simmie enjoying the mendhi celebrations of the bride and groom. The rituals had been combined so as to incorporate both the bride and grooms different religious customs making the evening even more enjoyable. Many of Rinky's friends had practiced for the group dances for tomorrow's sangeet night and coaxed Ishita to take part too. However now her feet ached from the heels she had been wearing as she wasn't really used to these activities. Her tools of the trade were VERY different and her line of business required other forms of agility!
Ishita walked out of the kid's room closing the door softly and began walking towards her own room next door. The sound of a scuffle made her stop and she heard someone whispering loudly along the corridor. She turned to look behind her to see who it was but found no one there. However she could still hear the whispering so deciding to investigate, she walked along the corridor and turned the corner to come face to face with Adil and a girl. The girl was dressed in a red lengha presumably one of the mendhi guests, but appeared drunk so was being held up by Adil, who seemed to be pacifying her for some reason. Adil was holding on to the girl by her upper arms but quickly left her and jumped back as he registered Ishita's presence.
"Oh hi Didi,"
"Yes yes of course! This is my friend Dimple. She got a bit drunk and got lost so I was just escorting her to her room. Aap teek ho na? Do you need anything? The kids ok?"
"Yes thanks Adil I'm fine. I just put the kids to bed. Are you sure you don't need any help?"
"No no I'll be fine her fianc, my friend is on his way from his room. I've texted him"
The girl was looking at Adil in a peculiar way. Ishita felt for a second as if she saw a look of hurt and dismay pass over the girls face before her drunken ness took over and she slid onto the floor in a trance. By the way she stared at him Ishita could tell something was definitely brewing between them. Just then one of Adil's friends, Sukhy, who she'd met earlier at the mendhi, came rushing up the stairs towards them.
"I'm so sorry Adil for Dimple disturbing you! She's never like this! She doesn't even drink! I guess our little fight must have got to her. Soo sorry"
Saying this he put his arm around Dimple's waist and lifted her. Uttering sweet nothings in her ear he lovingly escorted her downstairs to her room. Ishita and Adil looked at each other before he nervously apologised.
"Sorry for the disturbance Didi. Aap araam kijeyay. If you need anything please let us know."
"Oh don't worry Adil! I'm fine. Ok I'll see you in the morning then, I'm knocked out!"
They both laughed, reducing some of the tension and Ishita turned and walked back towards her room. For some reason Ishita felt uneasy about the encounter she had just witnessed. However she shook her head and chided herself for always having her Agent head switched on and returned to her room. She needed to get some rest if she was going to be dancing the night away tomorrow too!Feeling stifled by the heavy embroidered clothes she was wearing Ishita decided to open the French balcony doors as she entered her room. She savored the breeze from the cool night air and leaving the doors open headed into the bathroom for a wash and to change.
61 hours earlier
Ishita stirred in her sleep. She was floating along in a bright haze and felt feather light touches all over her body. It was as if a dozen hands were roaming over her intent on creating havoc everywhere they touched. A soft moan escaped her slightly parted lips and she uttered the name of the only man who had the capacity to reduce her to this mass of hormones.
"Rammman..." She moaned in her sleep.
Slowly the soft teasing hands began to probe further as they slipped under her kurta and encased her breasts, squeezing them gently. The line between dream and reality became increasingly hazy as Ishita squirmed in a trance, drifting between sleep and consciousness. Her vivid dream was making her increasingly aroused and hot as her core began to throb and ache to be touched. She moaned again and this time she felt a wet mouth envelope one of her peaks over the top of her kurta fabric! The warm wetness broke her trance somewhat and served to bring her out of her sleep as she suddenly became fully alert she opened her eyes.
It was still dark
But the body on top of her was definitely real.
"I see my sleeping beauty is up! I am amazed at your ability to recognize me even in your sleep!"
The soft sexy drawl, which sent shivers of pleasure all over her body, could only belong to ONE man.
Raman was here.
But before Ishita could question how or why, Raman crushed his lips onto hers to devour them with a sizzling and all-consuming kiss. Ishita felt her body shake with a fervent passion under his expert touch which knew exactly how to pleasure her and bring her to the edge. She never thought it possible to ache for another's touch to such an extent and with such burning desire. She melted into his arms as his hands and mouth embarked on a mission to satisfy her every need and desire, making up for the lost time since yesterday, well into the early hours of that morning.
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