Ishra SS: Alaipayuthey..Pg 65 - KC spl completed - Page 29

hot update

nice update ..r u updating this?

Originally posted by: -Raz-

nice update ..r u updating this?

Originally posted by: vidya.anand

the story is actually over but then I might add 1 or 2 more romantic updates...🤣😉

Yesss please do..i know its actually over...but i love ur romantic updates ..this is my favorite one of all

today i read 5a 5ab 6 7 part its is one of best passionate scene between ishra loved it

I just read all the parts of this SS today and absolutely loved it. From Raman and Ishita missing each other to the way all the cousins tortured them by keeping them away to the way Raman handled Subbu and showed him that Ishita is his now to IshRa's first kiss and finally the suhaag raat and morning after. It was perfect blend of romance, fun, love and passion.

Hello YHMians...as u know precap has set the forum on fire...and I am in ISHRA land too..☺️❤️...It has just forced, inspired or what not to write this part...couldnt stop myself...so back with a romantic part...hope u like it...

PMs later...

plz excuse errors...I havent proof checked...

Kids pls stay away as this is not for u...others can grab a bottle of cold water...

pls read and comment...thanks a ton again for all the support...

thanks for all the prev likes and comments! thanks to all those who eagerly wait for this update...u really motivate me to write more!

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Part 7

His hand slowly glided through her saree parting and gently rubbed her bare waist making her shudder and she tried to turn away to the side but he forced her to stay in the same position.

He couldn't resist the urge to kiss her there. He left her face instantly and came down, pushing away her saree, he placed few wet kisses along her waist making her wriggle. The way he gazed at her made her feel awkward but again, she was beginning to love that awkwardness too. She closed her face with her palms cherishing those strange sensations arousing inside her.

Afterall, it was her Raman who made her feel that way and all the feelings and emotions he aroused in her could only be loved and desired by her.

He grinned seeing her trying to get out of his hold. He decided not to torture her more and force her to ruin the passionate moments. So he left her waist and went back to her face and kissed her senselessly but his fingers didn't stop their play around her waist making her tremble, shiver and explode out of her own senses.

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His lips trailed back over her and found their way to her lips sensually making her wriggle in the sweet torture that he meted out on her. But before he could even touch her lips, there was a knock on the door..."Sir room service" the waiter spoke up from outside the door. Ishita forcefully pushed him aside and wriggled out of the sofa giggling, "Breakfast order kiya tha na? wahi hoga!"

Saying that, she sprinted into the rest room, blushing profusely. He ruffled his hair in frustration muttering out,"ek aur pyar ka dushman...kitna wrong timing hai yaar"

He walked to the door straightening his shirt and opened it. He gave the waiter a fake smile and got the tray from him, not wanting him to come into the room. He thanked him but within his mind, was smacking the poor waiter for having arrived at that same instant!

The waiter left and Raman came back in shutting close the door!

Meanwhile, Ishita was busy with her saree. It was on the verge of coming off her due to the passionate encounter. She couldn't stop smiling shyly as she wore it back properly. Raman laid the breakfast on the table and knocked at the restroom door.

"Ishita...ab baahar aa bhi jaavo...woh waiter kabka chala gaya...aur kitne dher wahi chup kar beitogi...come, lets have breakfast!"

Ishita replied, "aa rahi hoom...pehle yeh saree toh teek karloom...you have messed it all up Raman"

Raman knocked again, "maine mess kiya na?...chalo open the door...let me help you"

She replied back instantly, "No thank you...mujhe patha hai ke aap kaise help karoge"

Raman mumbled to himself, "isska jawaab toh tumhe jaldi milega Jhansi ki rani"

Ishita slowly opened the door and came out. Raman decided to wait for his chance till they finish breakfast.

As they settled down to have breakfast. Raman put away his plate down in mock anger, "kaise plate leke aaya hai...it's not clean...I can't eat in this"

She innocently looked at the discarded plate, "clean hi toh hai...kahaan hai dust?"

"isiliye kehta hoom andhi hogayi ho...apni aankhen check karlo..." he replied and then eyeing her plate, added "waise tumaare plate clean hai..."

She thrust the plate into his hands, "You take this then...I will take the other...happy?"

He wasn't letting that happen. He instantly stopped her, "No way I am letting u eat in that...phir bimaar padogi toh mujhe hi torture karogi..."

Then out of the blue, he suggested as if struck with an idea"ek kaam karte hai...lets share this plate"

She understood that all his drama was for this. She shook her head amused at his romantic suggestion and replied, "nautanki Bhalla! Seedhe seedhe bolthe...bechaare plate se panga lene ki zaroorat kya thi?"

Raman replied with a wink, "Zaroorat toh hai...kyunki meri biwi seedha saadha romance samajhthi hi nahi...bilkul bewakoof hai!"

When she pouted and turned away, he voiced huskily pointing to her plate, "Oye meri Jhansi ki rani, mujhe tumaare plate se khaana hai..."

She smiled and voiced out "You are just impossible Raman!"

He retorted, "Patha hai toh phir mujhse behas kyun karthi ho yaar...just do what I say"

Raman grinned and commanded when she started another round of lecture, "ab tumaara lecture bandh karo aur khilao mujhe"

Ishita rolled her eyes, "ab mujhe khilaana bhi hai!"

Raman nodded and smiled as she shifted closer to him. He wasn't leaving one chance even while having food. He bit her fingers more than once in the pretext of taking in the food hastily but his bites were unbelievably gentle and only evoked sensual feelings within her. She looked up gesturing that she will do the same to him. He was quick to react discarding the spoon and feeding her with his hands, "Allow me...and yes apna revenge le lo...it would be the sweetest revenge darling!"

He let his fingers stay within her lips for longer giving her umpteen chances but she had planned something else.

She became more daring at those moments and shifted her seat onto his lap all of a sudden. He hadn't anticipated that move but welcomed her into his lap happily. In one swift action, she encircled his neck and brought his face closer. Without giving him much time, she gave him a slight bite on his lips. Shocked or stunned would be an understatement. She moved back swiftly to the couch and he wasn't in a state to react or grab her back. He looked at her spellbound by her action while she giggled and voiced, "ab kahenge na biwi aapki takkar ki, huh?"

He shook his head in total disbelief and amusement, rubbing his slightly bruised lips with his fingers. Naughtily, he replied, "Ab Jhansi ki rani sherni bann gayi, haan? Abi dikaatha hoom"

He pounced onto her but she resisted and in the process, the sambar in her plate spilled onto her saree.

He moved back to his place muttering a sheepish sorry. She looked at her saree and frowned, "Oh no...yeh kya kardiya aapne? saree kharaab hogaya..."

She went on lecturing about his hasty actions and untimely romance. With no other option, he had to shut her up with his hands, "ho ho meri maa...lecture bandh karo aur jaldi jaake, saaf karo..."

She showed him a mocking funny face and walked to the wash room. He hadn't suggested it just like that. He naughtily grinned at his own thoughts and followed her silently.

She didn't notice him till he stepped in and bolted the door leaving no chance of her escape. She looked at him but even then she didn't even have a clue of what he intended. She assumed that he came to help her, which he did but in his own way. He was quick in his actions as he stretched his hand and opened the shower and pushed her beneath it. She tried to escape but his clutch on her was too strong. "What are you doing Raman?"

He replied with a naughty glint, "tumaari help...this way, it is easier to clean the mess darling"

In a few seconds, the shower rained down on her and the trickling water drenched her completely.

Though it started as a funny play, her wet form and the situation stirred something inside him. He was mesmerized and totally enchanted by her. Her wet face looked beautiful than ever...well when did she not look beautiful? She was always beautiful, it was just that he didn't voice it out always. Rather, he taunted her contradicting his own real thoughts.

Soon, his naughty fun side was replaced by something intense as his eyes scanned her totally drenched body. The silk saree clung onto her like second skin. The dripping water only accentuated her feminine curves torturing his senses all the more. He looked at her head to toe in an intimately slow pace while her heart did a marathon of sorts.

She lowered her wet eye lashes not able to handle his heated gaze. She could feel his eyes mentally undressing her and making love to her. She blushed crimson red as she read what his wild thoughts were.

When she regained a little sense, she shut close the tap stopping the water but it did nothing to stop his eyes from torturing her. She took a few steps backwards but the wall stopped her from going beyond. He chuckled and pinned her to the wall. The water drops on her wet face was tempting him. Slowly, he took his fingers to her face and rubbed her cheeks to wipe away the droplets of water on her.

His romantic gaze and his gentle intimate touch on her was giving her goosebumps, her stomach catapulted, her heart skipped beats. She could hear the loud erratic thuds of her heart.

A momentary casual gesture was soon replaced by a passionate romantic caress. Eventually, his fingers gradually moved to her lips, as if tracing the outline of her perfectly shaped full lips. She shivered at the slightest touch of his finger tips. She closed her eyes and turned her face sideways as he caressed her lips with his thumb gently. His other hand went down to her waist and as his fingers played its own rhythm on her bare skin, she gasped.

The water droplets adorning her face and rolling down her wet body kind of invited him for more of her and giving him all sorts of wild ideas. He didn't want to stop himself nor did he want to make her feel uneasy with too much of it.

His fingers left her lips and moved away the strands of her hair which fell on her pretty face and tucked it behind her ears, his fingers lingering over her ear lobes for a long moment making her shudder. He slowly pulled away the saree pleats tucked at her waist.

Her knees went weak under his romantic assault and her hands clutched the wall behind her for support but she didn't show any resistence to him and his romantic moves. In the deepest of her heart, she too longed for more of such intimate and passionate moments. She was too caught up in the moment to respond or reciprocate to him but she couldn't hide her wanting desire from him. Her eyes spoke a million words and communicated to him everything.

Zara Zara Behekta Hain Mehekta Hain
Aaj To Mera Tan Badan
Main Pyaasi Hoon Mujhe Bhar Le Apni Baahon Mein
Zara Zara Behekta Hain Mehekta Hain
Aaj To Mera Tan Badan
Main Pyaasi Hoon Mujhe Bhar Le Apni Baahon Mein
Hai Meri Kasam Tujhko Sanam Door Kahin Na Jaa
Yeh Doori Kehti Hain Paas Mere Aaja Re

Her silent approval made him go on and in another swift action from him, her saree loosened up and fell to the floor around her feet.

He smiled as he bent down to gulp in the remnant water drops with gentle kisses. His lips trailed a line of kisses all along her face before his gaze settled on her wet quievering lips. They had been inviting him to them for quite sometime now. He didn't waste another second to place a gentle peck on her lips which obviously sent a shrill up her spine.

But before he could deepen the kiss, she let out a sneeze which broke the moment.

The sneeze was infectious and he sneezed too making them laugh out the very next instant transforming the whole romantic moment back into a funny encounter.

He ruffled his hair and smiled at her, then passed her a towel and went out of the room taking his towel with him.

[To be continued]

So how was it? pls do reply and let me know how my version of shower waala love was...😉

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How do you do this. each and every part that you update is so passionate. So cute and funny

Wow Vidya...u r just tooo good...