Part 2
Raman has gone to pick up Ruhi from school as instructed by Ishita since,she has some surgeries pending. They have found the happy space in their lives, where they know that both of them have feelings for each other.That night did clear a few barriers in their heads and both were extremely joyous and happy about learning things,their usual banter and Raman's razor sharp tongue and his sense of humor keep their lives fresh and always a sense understanding is present, their fights just for Ruhi's sake have replaced with the fights for caring for each other. They both know that the other person is head over heels in love with them, yet they choose to remain silent and leave no stone unturned in teasing the other person. Raman loves to coax Ishita into confessing her feelings for him, he plays his cards very smartly by either saying why does she cry, when he is hurt? Or pretending to have a backache and after she massages her, teasing her on how' she's turned all red. But to his misery, everytime he is greeted with a "kuch bhi" which has started to irk him a lot these days.
Ishita on the other hand, is busy targeting his manhood,she purposely washes her hair and leaves the top button of her blouse unbuttoned, only to be taunted and marked by him, when he says " kapde toh tameez se peheno Yaar, aise bahaar jaogi, button Dekho." She pretends to be apologetic about it, but never fails to notice that his eyes gawked at the unbuttoned blouse for atleast 3 minutes, trying to peak as much as he could, from the distance he was compelled to maintain. It was only when she was about to leave that he used to make that remark. After all, who other than him had a right to stare her like that? Anyone else who dared to do that would have been beaten to ashes by now. Ishita knew this possessive side of her husband and adored it as much as she loved his caring side. She was yet to get acquainted with this kinky Bhalla side of his, which was showing more than often these days. She would often unwrap the saree, as she saw him entering the room, and when his jaw dropped looking at her wife almost in a peti coat which accentuated her figure in a svelte manner and those fluffy twos gawking and laughing at him. He never hated a piece of clothing his entire life, as much as he hated that blouse of hers.He wanted to rip apart that blouse at the earliest, he just wanted to grab the twos and playy! Ishita could sense every emotion her husband showed. And she was enjoying this part more than ever. When he'd become extremely irritable and about to grouse or jump at her, she would scream " oops I didn't notice you! And then cover herself with the saree again, leaving her husband bereft of the view, he yearned to have a closer look at. Little could he say, after that encounter, like his lips were sealed. For the first time, no one liner struck him to placate the situation he had caused by staring with his gawky eyes at her twos. Though, he applauded himself for having been able to control his emotions, he was the only one who knew how much strenuous effort he had to do to keep his hands off Ishita .
The flux state of their matrimony addled the poor boy, he didn't know how to cope up with this. She had all the power in the world to make him her slave, yet she choses to obey his orders. He couldn't assimilate the situation infront of him. His wife had the most capricious attitude, he'd ever encountered in a woman, he thought if she choses to seduce me like that, why sleep on that bloody couch every night.
Ishita was usually in the best of her moods these days, she was stirring strong feelings in her husband by her antics, she knew he had strong controlling powers, since he'd been single for more than six years. She just wanted to see, when will he lose his patience. She'd almost confessed her love the other day, and the way he responded clearly showed he showed mutual feelings towards her. But rather than making it all boring, she decided to play with his manhood, before getting him to confess. His expressions these days and the restlessness spoke volumes of his love for Ishita. And Ishita could read his eyes very well. She didn't need the grand declarations of love, but yes she needed some heavy love making and wild passioablate romance, and to get all that she was torturing the poor Bhalla. Whose eyes used to do all the talking for him these days, little could he speak!
Edited by Tanyaarora11 - 11 years ago
Mangal Lakshmi
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