'Secret Smile'- OS

It was a glorious summer's day in London. Ishita and Raman made their way through the heaving crowds. They were on their way back to their hotel, after having spent the day sight-seeing. She had gripped onto the cuff off his shirt, as they tried to navigate to the platform. She was waiting for him to make some kind of sarcastic remark, but he remained quiet. These days he seemed to be lost in his thoughts. She had thought that perhaps on this business trip they could work hard and play harder. However she felt like she was hitting her head against a brick wall. It was not that he wasn't attentive to her, or that he was dismissive off her. But there was something different about him, she could sense it. She was abruptly interrupted in her thoughts by him as he helped her onto the train by taking her hand.

Ishita , we should have stayed back a bit longer, we didn't take into account all the commuters on their way home, this train is packed'. He was right, they were packed like sardines in the carriage, and there didn't appear to be any AC either. Its okay Raman, wapas to jaana tha, you are just not used to public transport that all' she winked at him, waiting for the witty retort but to her surprise he actually chuckled. She beamed a smile back at him, how could she resist when he looked so cute with a grin plastered across his face.

She looked around her; everyone was looking so serious lost in their thoughts, music blaring out of their headphones. It was then that she became acutely aware of how many people there were within the carriage. She felt her pace quicken by a beat, and all of a sudden she felt very aware of her surroundings. She tried to hold onto a hand rail but there was nowhere to hold onto. She felt a twinge of panic, this was not the time for a panic attack she told herself. She looked at Raman, he was stood right opposite her, so close that she could see the beads of sweat on his forehead and a stray strand of hair on his forehead. She felt the urge to move the strand away, she knew it was irritating him but he was stood in such a position that it was difficult for him to run his hand through his hair. Oh how she wished she could do him the honour right there and then. It was then that she realised that he was looking at her, his eyes penetrating right through her. She looked away; this was getting a little intense for her liking. She was already feeling faint and with Raman peering through her soul she felt exposed and vulnerable.

"Ishita tum teek ho" he asked her gently, "haan" she nodded hesitantly. She glanced up at the map on the tube and counted 8 stops before they could get off. What was she going to do.

"Ishita" he said again but this time she sensed the undercurrent in his tone. She sighed, she was going to have to tell him.

"Raman I'm feeling claustrophobic with all these people she whispered into his ear." He was by now acutely aware of the panic across her face. He desperately wanted to help ease her pain, but rammed in a carriage full of people he was at a loss as to what to do. Ishita was not even properly looking at him now and she was barely standing straight. He decided that he needed to do something, without eliciting too much attention. Not that anyone was looking. He knew his wife would not want a spectacle made of her; she was the kind of lady who was willing to suffer in silence. But he could no longer tolerate any kind of suffering when it came to her.

He shifted on his feet and untangled his hands from the rails. Ishita still had her head down oblivious to what was going on around her. Raman proceeded to then discreetly place his arms under her jacket and around her waist, almost cradling her. Ishita literally jumped when she felt his strong hands around her waist. She had thin white kurt a on and could feel him pressing down on her, his fingers moving along her waist in an almost kneading movement. As the train moved they rocked together in unison. Oh dear Lord was he trying to kill her there and then, what was he playing at! She looked up at him wide eyed and astonished. She had been in close proximity to him before, but in that moment she felt desire well up inside her and she tried to turn her away trying to regain control but failing miserably. What he did next shocked her even more; he burrowed his head deep into her neck,.Her skin felt on fire, as she felt his sweat soaked skin on hers. He whispered in a voice wholly unfamiliar to her trust me' . She felt those words verberate throughout her body and deep into her soul. She then felt his tongue caress her ear, she was melting mess.

It was in that moment that she found herself surrendering to him completely. She placed her head on his shoulder and wrapped her arms around his neck. She closed her eyes. In his arms she felt that she was in an intoxicated slumber. He sensed that she was no longer panicked and he smiled to himself. His Jhansi ki rani was in his arms, and he knew she knew that she was safe in his arms.

The train came to an abrupt stop-it was their stop. He tried to loosen her grasp around him, but she was not letting ago. He sighed. He wanted her to remain in his arms, and him in her embrace. He grinned he would not stir her, not until she herself would awaken. He would tolerate her taunts for his lack of navigation skills if it meant that this train journey would last even a minute longer. Unbeknown to him Ishita was fully aware that the train had stopped. She tightened her grip around his neck and smiled, she was never letting go now..

Secret Smile- by Semisonic