CHAPTER- 1
CRAVINGS
Ishita.....aaah....
Oh baby...you feels so good.
Aah...faster....
He opened his eyes with a sudden jolt and sat with a jerk. The darkness of the room confused him in between truth and dream but feelimg the coldness but the opposite side of bed confirmed that the mad love was nothing but a dream. He gulped glass of water in one go and threw the comforter aside. Sweat trickled down from corner of his head in his air conditioned room.
That was another night when he had an encounter with in his dreams, encounter with the lady who had stole his sleep, her curvy body naked and trapped below him, her sweet fragrance mingled with his masculine scent, his lips torturing and devouring her body and at last he thrusting her raw hard.
And he need another cold shower to relax his mind. Raman flipped back on his stomach and clutched the pillow with aggression. He didn't knew what made him angry but nothing was on its place, his entire home disturbed just because absence of one person.
Specifically the lady he can't bear for single second? Wait do he? Well he don't atleast now and he can afford to stay honest with his innerself. I hate you badly Raman grunted with frustration and kicked the duvet. He realised there was no use to lay back on bed, he sighted seeing his messed bed and started to arrange his files and his clothes back on place. After making there room neat he went towards his daughter room and peeped slowly, a genuine smile came on his lips seeing his little girl sleeping over her pink furry blanket, her color books and color pencils were scattered in entire bed while a little drool was coming out from corner of her mouth. Raman started to keep her things back on place and sat near little Roohi. His five years old daughter indeed became mature with passing time, and it made him proud on her. He scooped his sleeping daughter carefully, bought him back in there room and tucked her carefully under blankets.
Raman please don't make Roohi sleep alone. She is so small now.
Raman please braid Roohi hairs before making her sleep and yes do give her glass of milk and arrange her school bag according to her timetable.
Raman sighted recalling his wife instructions and moved back to there daughter room, he arranged her books at last and made her bag ready for her next day.
"Bewkoof Bala.....this all happened because of him. Vandu ki delivery ke baad shift ho jata. Vaise usse bhi kya hona tha yeh madrasan tab bhi jaati hi na Chennai. Pagal kahin ki" Raman was first who supported Bala decision to settle back in Chennai after receiving offer letter from prestigious management college with handsome payment which he needed to look after his family but now he was one who is suffering more with the consequences. The trip was just a week long but now he realised it is w.e.e.k long. He slumped over sofas in midnight aftrr taking long cold shower. It was needed for him to calm his nerves after the wild dream. What is she doing this with me... he had no answer of the question but he wanted to know same, he wanted to explore the reason behind his wild dream. Raman Bhalla always known for his sane mind but not anymore, he met with so many ladies in his life the corporate world made him met with every sexy chick but nobody affected him the way his daughter mother does.
(This Bala is a complete insane. He can do shifting even after Vandita delivery. But what's the use she would have visited there anyway.)
Daughter's mother.....that was the only relation they had when they took pheras around holy fire, when they agreed to get married. Sirf Roohi ke liye..... and he never realised when he wished to have her more just for him. Not as his daughter mother but as his wife, his lady, on whom he can show his authority, not on her life but on her body, he wanted to explore her little more, now he wished to explore the treasures hidden under the folds of conservative thaan she drape. He hate to admit but he wanted to....they were no longer remained just Roohi parents. Raman Bhalla started to desire his wife more.
"How can someone be so selfish....she didn't even called me for once. Pakka idli kha rahi hogi moti" Raman taunted his wife in his mind after checking his phone which showed no missed call or no watsapp message from her. He never acted with so much desperation, not even when he was insanely in love with Shagun. No doubt Ishita was different, she was not just a wife or mother or daughter in law. She is the lady who had her own grace and aura, she knew how to make peoples understand with her polite words, she knew how to sooth him with her maturity, she know everyway to handle his anger. She is a lady with a strong mind, he always teased her for attending his business parties in sarees but she managed to bowl him everytime with her modest and modern dressing. He never admit but yes he always wished to see her in the reveling backless piece, that was not for peoples but just for him, to explore her more, to secure her more and she disappointed him badly draping her usual kanjivaram but she pacified him as well to see her in backless dress in Shagun sangeet but what the little show happened between them after that was enough to mount his emotions on new level. They were going great with each other especially since she bought him back from airport, that night they were on verge of confession but they stopped and started the tease game with each other, he himself broke her couch and told her to sleep beside him. Raman was no saint and he didn't want to especially after realising his emotions for his madrasan, he made her blanket disappeared and they started to sleep cosily every day. Her soft body covered with her conservative night dress provoke his senses but he wanted to take things slow with her, he wanted to make her yearn for his touches, make and leave her desperate after his every fine touch. He knew his wife wish same but hesitate to make move, Raman came to know that Ishita knew how the condoms came in there room that night and he decided to make first move by own. He took a long breath to calm his nerves recalling the first chaste kiss happened yesterday night. The was a just a small peak which remained for few seconds but the feeling of her soft lips made him want her more.
Ishita is nothing less then a superfast train when it comes on delivering lectures, being Raman he never appreciated same and this time he figured the new way to shut her up. He peaked her lips hurriedly and then fled away from room leaving her surprised and shocked.
I miss you woman. He wore his shirt and started to go through his files when a sudden touch of soft palm drew his attention.
"Rooh" he took half sleepy Roohi in his arms who was rubbing her eyes. Raman combed her open hairs with fingers and made Roohi rest her head on his shoulder. "Kya hua beta?"
(What happened Roohi?)
"Main aapke room mein kaise aayi?"
(How I came in your room Papa?)
"Main laya. Aap aise hi so gaye the coloring karte hue. So Papa bought you in Papa and IshiMa room"
(I bought you. You slept while coloring your book. So Papa bought you in back in his room.)
"Papa aap yahan kyon baithe ho? Mujhe dar lagta hai akele mein" Roohi soft voice made Raman smile. He closed his file and came back in there room taking Roohi in his arms. Once entering back he made Roohi laid in middle and secured his usual side. "Papa IshiMa ke bina accha nahi lag raha hai na."
(Papa why are you working here leaving me alone in room? I don't feel good without IshiMa.)
"Haan Roohi. Yeh toh hai."
(Even I do)
"Kyon gaye Chitti chitappa Chennai? Ab woh Shravan bewkoof mujhe tease karega ki uske paas hi sister hai. Mere paas nahi"
(Why Chitti chitappa moved to Chennai? Now that duffer Shravan will tease me on having little sister.)
"Roohi aisa nahi kehte beta. Chalo ab so jaao jaldi se. Kal school jana hai na"
(Don't say like this Rooh. And sleep now. You have school tomorrow na.)
"Par ninni nahi aa rahi Papa. Mumma ki yaad aa rahi hai." Roohi sad voice melted Raman heart, he made his girl laid over his chest and started to to caress her hairs, "don't worry Roohi. Mumma will be back soon."
(But I'm missing IshiMa Papa. I can't sleep without her)
"I hate my school" the cute pout on her face made Raman laugh. He kissed Roohi lightly and started to narrate her stories and soon Roohi landed in deep sleep keeping her one leg on her father otherside Raman continued to pat Roohi head until sleep overpowered him and both father daughter slept with the thoughts of there most important lady.
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Kabhi jo badal barse,
Main dekhoon tujhe aankhen bharke
Tu lage mujhe pehli baarish ki subah
"Now on this I will hold Ishu Akka through her waist and you Ishu Akka just look in my eyes continously, the way Vandy Akka look at Jeeju. And then I will tuck the strand behind your ear Ishu Akka and...."
That rainy night not became the union between sky and earth but left Ishita Bhalla heart filled with hopes. She never felt so much exposed like that day when he pulled her for there first dance. His dancing fingers over her back never made her feel so intimated with him, he was gentle that day unlike normal days. She didn't saw the tinch of rude Raman in him which she often saw. He secured her closely in his arms, made her body sway on his tunes, his touches were subtle yet left impact on her soul. They were so close that night, almost on verge of kiss but he moved back. Ishita remembered how much vulnerable she became that night when they came close for first time not for anyone but for there own, she knew she won't stopped him if he kissed her anyway but the gentlemen in him stopped him.
Nothing would have happened that day but he managed to make his space in her heart little more and they got there kuch kuch hota hai moment.
"Ishu Akka where have you lost. You are not paying attention on me. Kya yaar Ishu Akka." Mihika loud whins made Ishita land back into reality. She narrowed her brows and looked at Mihika who was staring him with suspicious eyes. Ishita immediately composed herself to avoid Mihika and started to check her phone.
"Ishu did something happened which made your cheeks crimson?" Vandita words acted like fuel in fire and the flashes from same night dance infront of her. Ishita bit her lower lip on anticipation and then looked at her sisters who were passing her we-know-everything look.
"Stop staring me girls and there is nothing which is making me blushing samjhe? And yes Mihika change this song. I don't like this song. We will enact Akka Jiju on some other song." Ishita didn't gave chance her sister to speak and started to choose songs from play list by herself.
"Ishu Akka we want this song only." Mihika declared with authority in her voice and played same song again.
"No I don't like this song." Ishita pulled the remote back and paused the song.
"Kyon Ishu. Kuch hua tha kya?" Vandita tried to sound normal but her voice hinted teasing.
Kuch there was no kuch that night instead bohot kuch happened between them. For the first time she didn't feel the rain but she got wet, with him. Even after living in a relationship for years she never felt so much happiness like that night.
Madrasan yeh baat kisi ko batana mat. Kuch moments aapas mein hi acche lagte hai. Her husband words rang in her ears and Ishita dropped the idea to share the reason behind same and decided to sleep.
"I'm sleepy. We will discuss it later"
"Are.....that's not fair Akka. You promised that you will help us and ab you are denying."
"There is nothing like that Mihika. Is that I'm just tired. We will do it tomorrow na, moreover we did such acts at time of Akka first babyshower na then how do it make difference?" Mihika decided to enact Vandita and Bala love story in Vandita babyshower with some funny imaginary situation on couple making Ishita as Vandita and Mihika herself as Bala and that was the main reason Mihika insisted Ishita to join them a week before. Ishita who was excited earlier never thought she will start to regret her decision after reaching Chennai. Ishita silently went at side of her bed and laid down with sad face.
How mean. He didn't called me once even. Pata nahi Roohi soi bhi hogi ya nahi. Ishita face fell with the thoughts of her little daughter who find hard to sleep without her IshiMa every night. Her five year old daughter is Dadi Amma of there family but she is little baby who need her mother for every little thing. Roohi was no more insecure little girl now, Ishita didn't remembered if her little baby feared from her father or doubted on there family. She was a happy child now, a normal happy child when enjoy playing with kids of her age, who often become admanant for icecreams and enjoy watching late night movies with her father. Ishita took lot of time to convince herself after knowing that family want her in Chennai a week before. Her grump husband gave her hard time when she broke the news infront of him and that was her mature daughter only who convinced her to go with her Amma and enjoy there only.
She came to Chennai but her heart remained miles away in phase 2 of Mayur Vihar, Delhi.
Kaisa khadoos pati hai mera. Ek phone tak nahi kiya tab se.
Ishita cursed her beloved Ravan Kumar after checking her watsapp for 10th time in five minute. She expected a long call from him the way he talked with her when he went for Mumbai trip. She never told him but his voice was only thing she wished that night and today also.
Hi. How are you? Kya kar rahe ho? 🙋
(Hi. How are you? What are you doing?)
"Ishu you looked stressed. Is everything fine?" Ishita kept her phone aside after sending message to her Ravan Kumar and looked at her Akka who settled herself on bed.
"Haan Akka bas I'm thinking about Roohi. She find hard to sleep without me and even me too."
"Ohho don't worry Ishu Akka yaar your daughter is much mature then you. Do you know that?" Ishita laughed after hearing Mihika words and nodded on same.
"Chal ab so ja. Kal subah Roohi se hum sab baat karenge." And the sisters switched off lights and tucked themselves in blanket. Soon Ishita started to hear snores from her sisters and continued to stare ceiling in hope to land in slumber.
Ravan Kumar: Bas pads pehen liye hai. Ab cricket match khelne hi ja raha hoon 😠
(Wore cricket pads already. All set to play match now.)
J.K.R: How mean. Maine normally poocha tha. Seedhe seedhe jawab dene mein kya jata hai aapka?
(You are so mean. I asked in normal way. Why can't can't you answer directly?)
Ravan Kumar: Seedhe jawabon ke liye seedhe sawal bhi poochne padte hai.
(First learn to question directly.)
J.K.R: Sorry. Khana hua?
(Sorry. You had your dinner?)
Ravan Kumar: Haan sukoon se. Aaj maine aur meri beti ne tomato chicken khaya 🍗🍖
(Yes. We father daughter had tomato chicken today.)
J.K.R: Good good. Roohi soyi?
(Good. Do Rooh slept?)
Ravan Kumar: Bohot mushqil se. Kitni stories sunane ke baad 😥. Pata nahi tum kaise yeh sab manage karti ho.
(Yes. After listening so many stories. Don't know how do you manage all these things together.)
J.K.R: Hahaha....koi rocket science nahi hai yeh. Papa ho itna toh kar hi sakte ho 😆.
(There is no rocket science in it. Papa can do little things for his daughter)
Ravan Kumar: Haan Haan mother India. Pata hai mujhe ki main P.A.P.A hoon 👨
(Thanks for informing me that I'm her father mother India)
J.K.R: Haan toh father India kal Roohi ko sports wala uniform pehenna hai. So wahi nikal na. Aur uska bag..please uska bag timetable ke according hi arrange karna and......
(Is that father India? Then Roohi had to wear sports uniform tomorrow so make sure of it and yes do arrange her bag according to timetable and...)
Ravan Kumar: Maine kar diya hai J.K.R. Kitni baar bologi yaar. Kuch kaam ka hai bhi bolne ko ya mera time waste kar rahi ho?
(I did that already verbal diarrhea. Do you have something relevant to speak?)
J.K.R: Soye kyon nahi abhi tak? Kal meeting haina?
(Why are you awake till now? You have meeting to attend tomorrow.)
Ravan Kumar: Haan woh darawane sapne aa rahe hai.
(Yes actually I had some haunted dreams.)
J.K.R: Haww......kyon matlab? Horror movie dekhi kya?
(Haww how? Do you watched any horror movie?)
Ravan Kumar: Nahi aaj tumhari shakal nahi dekhi na 😝😝
(No actually I didn't saw your face today)
J.K.R: Get lost Ravan Kumar 😠😠😠😠. I don't want to see your face even.
Ravan Kumar: Ab bola hai toh please follow it. Tum har baar aise hi jhoote khwaab dikha ke unhe tod deti ho 😆.
(Do keep your words madrasan. You never keep your words)
J.K.R: May you have nightmare wali night 😑.
Ravan Kumar: I guess I will get good sleep today. Whole bed is mine after all 😜
J.K.R: 😏😏😏
Ishita kept her phone on side table but couldn't stopped herself from smiling on there crazy conversation. She knew finally she will be able to catch sleep.
Other side Raman smiled after so many hours. He know he can finally sleep now.
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"Subbu beta I'm so happy that you decided to come back to Chennai. I have feeling that everything will be fine once you came here back."
"Amma not again. Kuch sahi nahi hone wala hai. Mera aur Ragini ka rishta bas naam bhar ka hi bacha hai."
(Not again Amma. Nothing is going to be right now. There is just namesake relation left between us)
"Aisa nahi kehte beta. Ragini tumhare bete ki Maa hai. Apne liye nahi toh Karthik ke liye socho beta."
(Don't say like this son. Ragini is mother of your son. Think about Karthik.)
Ishita hume alag ho jana chahiye. Sirf pyar se shaadi nahi chalti hai. Bacche ke bina shaadi ka koi matlab nahi.
"Amma main phone rakhta hoon. Flight board ka time ho gaya hai. Bye" he disconnected the call and moved towards the boarding gate for final security check. Once keeping his cabin luggage he secured his seat and started to look outside. Soon the flight reached in between clouds and he couldn't stopped himself from walking down in his memory lane.
(Amma I will talk later. I had to board flight.)
Subbu aka Subramanyam Swami the ideal son and brother in law. The Tamilian boy who always tried to be perfect at every manner, tried to follow his elder brother footsteps and bumped with a girl who became love of his life.
The teenage Ishita Iyyer had her own charisma in her smile. His teenage heart fluttered when he saw Ishita who came along her elder sister and his brother date left something for him as well. The puppy love started to grew day by day, choosing careers and then settling there lives was something they had planned. The defination of perfect life which they thought.
But time had its own game and the single day changed there fate. He didn't know what influenced him that day but he broke there twelve years old relationship just because his first love was unable to give him a child.
After six years, Subramanyam got married three years back, had a loving wife, a two years old adorable son, a well paying job, satisfactory sex but not love. After three years of marriage Subramanyam realised baby is not only thing which need to survive a marriage. Ragini Subramanyam is a loving woman but she is not one he wished, he carved, he wished. When he last saw Ishita Iyyer he saw her as a broken vulnerable bachlore girl carrying the tag of barren. It was enough to satisfy his ego, he was happy being leaving barren lady as his mother suggested but the Ishita picture he saw now is completely different woman from past. The spark in her eyes was new, she looked radiant and happy. She was always a conservative woman as he know but she often wear sleeveless blouses when she accompany her husband. Husband, the mighty CEO Raman Kumar Bhalla, the man who had an aura scares peoples. Much handsome and successful man then him, a better person in every way then him as his brother told but he is not a gentleman. Subbu came to know from his mother that Ishita and her husband don't share husband wife relationship. They had a year of marriage but the couple never tried to consummate there relation, money can bring glow on woman face and peoples do things for status symbols as well. The wealth can never fill the space of physical necessities.
Subramanyam smirked with his thoughts and continued to look out from plane, waited his journey to end and new journey to begin.
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