Crave
Hatred; he was filled with hatred at his own unfortunate fate. Here he was, sitting in the room he once shared with Ishita, listening to this godforsaken woman talk about god bloody knows what. He is yearning for his Ishita, her touch, her skin, her hair, her lips, her fingers, her eyes, her. He yearns for her. He is not happy about playing pretend house with Niddhi, but he has no choice. It was the only thing he could think of to save his Jhansi Ki Rani. It was the only root, the only escape. He is not pleased with staying in the same house, under the same roof with this woman and have Ishita live far away in the village all by herself, away from his touch.
Beauty spots. He knows how many she has; he counts all of them before he goes to sleep. He knows where each one is and he loves all of them individually. They're flawless and they make her look flawless, they are sacred and a part of her, a part of her only he has the right to, a part of her only he will ever have the right to.
"Raman, are you even listening to me?" Niddhi interrupted his thoughts. Can she get any more annoying, he thought.
"Yes Niddhi, how can I not hear you when you're speaking so loudly," he said annoyed, but with a smile. She came and sat next to him. "I'm so happy to be getting married to you, Raman. This is all I have ever wanted," Niddhi continued, hugging him. He hugged her back, not because he wanted to, but because he had no choice. He hated it.
"Niddhi, we have to get to work. Mr. Raichand is coming in today with Ashok and he will make his final decision on whom he wants to give the contract to, so we cannot be late. I will be waiting downstairs. Come fast once you're done," and with that, he left the room, excited to see his Ishita.
He was the first one in the conference room, probably because he couldn't contain his excitement. He can't remember the last time he was this eager to see someone. He sat on the seat next to seat on the head table, assuming Mr. Raichand would want to sit there. Niddhi followed him and sat to his right and she smiled, he returned the smile while scoffing from within. A few more of his associates followed suit and took their places. Exactly ten minutes later, Mr. Raichand made his entry followed by Ashok and like Raman had assumed, sat on the head table. Raman waited for Ishita but she didn't show up. He was starting to get worried, because according to their plan, she was supposed to come. He hoped she was fine and nothing went wrong.
"Mr. Raichand, I thought your daughter will show up too, she isn't coming?" Niddhi asked and he was thankful to her, for once in his life.
"She will be coming shortly, Ms. Chabra," Mr. Raichand replied.
"Mr. Raichand, it's a pleasure having you here," Raman said, shaking his hands and ignored the other party that came along with him.
"Sorry for being late, but I'm here." He heard her. Her voice, coming from the door, he felt her before he even saw her. Then he looked at her, and his jaw literally dropped and he blinked a couple of time. She looked completely different. She was donned in a crimson halter neck knee length dress. And her gorgeous hair styled in a loose wavy way. She looked breathtaking, and in that moment, he was fighting everything he had not to go and envelop her into a hug, take her away from everyone, and get his own way with her. Consume her mind, body and soul. But he couldn't do anything of that. Hatred; at his own bloody fate.
She went and sat next to Mr. Raichand, completely opposite of him, to the right of Ashok. He couldn't take his eyes off, and he noticed others couldn't either. He felt a pang of jealousy at that moment but he brushed it off.
"Ms Shanaya, it's very nice of you to join us today in this meeting," Raman said, giving a subtle smile.
"Pleasure is all mine, Mr Bhalla," She replied, with her billion dollar smile.
"Shanaya darling, you were late. I missed you, baby. You look breath-taking, and almost so similar, like I have known you for years, right Raman? You know baby, he had a wife who looks exactly like you, not as beautiful, though. Nevertheless, she passed away recently" Ashok said as he smirked, draping his arm around her. Shanaya looked at Raman and she saw it. He was seething, and quite frankly, she loved it. Loved seeing how much he craves for her, because lord knows how much she craves for him. His touch, his skin, his hair, his lips, his fingers, his eyes, him. She saw Niddhi sitting closely next to him and she wanted to slap the bitch so hard in her fake face her fake nails would cry for help. But she had to control, because no one had any idea it was her, Ishita. Not even Ashok. Everyone thinks she is Shanaya, Mr. Raichands daughter.
"Ladies and gentlemen, thank you for coming here, lets starts the meeting," Mr. Raichand interrupted before it could get messy.
After pleasantries were exchanged, the meeting was initiated. Raman pitched in on behalf of his company and conveyed why he should be given the contract, and why he is the best man for the job. And like he does in every contract meeting, he included the fact that he had won several CEO awards, and he is very much qualified to handle the contract.
"Mr Bhalla, you speak so highly of yourself, don't you? Before every contract meeting, I study the clients and their company background. I know you have won many awards as CEO and I also believe...or believed that you are well equipped for the job. Mr Bhalla, your company is drowning; it's on the path of destruction, why must my father give this contract to you when you were only capable of staying in the top position for a few years? When you were incapable to keep that position upright further. Why must we believe you could do a better job, considering what's been happening to your company right now?" Shanaya stated, firmly.
Raman was taken aback. He did not expect this, he wasn't sure whether this was a part of the plan or whether she was doing this deliberately to aggravate him further. What made it worst was how she looked hot as hell while she said that. Ashok smiling and caressing her hand wasn't helping matters, either.
"Ms Raichand, I'm well aware of my company's position right now, which is exactly why I need this contract to remedy the situation I have put the company in. I built this company with my own caliber, if I did it once, I can do it again, Ms Raichand. And like they say, only those who dare to fail greatly can ever achieve greatly. And I'm certain, your fiance or boyfriend Ashok, has also failed more than a couple of time. In fact, since you did a back ground check, you would know that I bought the company from him when his company was on the path of destruction, as you so beautifully put," He said, while smirking. He knew he won it.
"I'm impressed, Mr. Bhalla," Shanaya, affirmed. The deal was set.
With further discussion, Mr. Raichand made his final decision to give the contract to Raman. Ashok stormed out of the room as soon as possible and Shanaya followed through, before she could go any further, Raman went and dragged her into an empty closet room, pinning her against the wall, their faces only inches away, both breathing heavily.
"Raman, what are you doing? Someone will walk in."
"And what are YOU doing, Shanaya darling?" He answered, mimicking Ashok.
"Raman, it's just an act, you know that."
"Is it? Is it really just an act or were you really enjoying his company?" He said, pinning her further.
"And what about you? With that witch of your, who by the way, couldn't keep her hands off you? What about that? Was that real too, did you enjoy that you? And what about at home, when she is in OUR bedroom, in OUR bed, did you enjoy all that too?" Before she could continue further with how much enjoyment he was getting from Niddhi, he stopped her, kissing her hard. They pulled apart after a few seconds. He touched his forehead with her, breathing hard.
"Raman, I hate this. I hate seeing you with someone else. With her. With anyone. I hate seeing her touch you here," she said rubbing his arm." I hate seeing her touch you here," she said, caressing his chest. "I hate her looking at your face, your lips," she said, stroking his lower lip, then diving in and biting it.
"Ouch, Jhansi Ki Rani, aur kitna dard degi mujhe?" he said, hugging her, tightly. "I missed you so much, Ishita. It was as if I am alive, but not living. It was hard to wake up every morning not seeing you the first thing in the morning. It was hard to go to sleep without you by my side. It was hard to breathe. It was hard not knowing how you were doing, if you were well and taken care of properly. It was hard to exist without you."
"Raman...you. Everything of yours. It belongs to me, only me. Your body and soul belongs to me."
"And you belong to me. Your lips." He kisses her lips. "Your ears," he nibs her ears. "Your hand," kisses her hand. "Your eyes," Kisses both her eyes. "Your heart," Kisses her chest. "Your fingers," kisses each finger. "Everything, belongs to me." He says, pinning her again and bringing himself closer to her. Their faces, inches away again. "I missed your lips." He kisses her, slowly at first then increases the pace, pulling apart after a short while, to breathe.
He bends down and kneels on the floor. "Madam, why don't you wear these short dresses more often? It would be so much easier for me to do this," he says, while bringing her underwear down to her ankles, freeing them from her feet and putting it in his pocket. He stands up, holding her face and kisses her again, this time with more intensity and pure wanting. He has yearned enough for her and he can't wait anymore, he might explode. He places both his hands on the back of both her knees and lifts her up, making her wrap her legs around his waist.
He stops for a moment and looks deep into her eyes. Lust. Lust is what he sees, so palpable it makes it hard for him to breathe. She wants him just as much as he does and it's unbelievable at the moment how much they love and want each other, to such an extent, it's hard to fathom. It leaves them breathless and wanting for more.
"Are you sure you want to right now?" he asked, trying to be assuring.
"There is nothing I want more right now than to feel you, to feel every inch of you. Yes, I'm sure Raman. More than I have ever been sure of everything."
That's all it took. He just needed her yes to feel complete again, to feel her again, to touch her soul. To consume her mind, body and soul.
"14. 14 beauty spots," he said, stroking her cheek.
"I love you, my Ravan Kumar. And you only belong to me," she replied, giggling
"I love you, my Jhansi Ki Rani, and you will only ever belong to me."
They say, before going their separate ways, until they meet again. Next time, with much more longing and desire because with them, their craving for each other doesn't lessen, it only increases with every passing day.
Edited by -Atii- - 9 years ago
Current Affairs
Sadda Haq Season 2
9