Frustration. Rage. Anger. Fury. Resentment. All was bursting out of him like hot lava from a volcano.How dare that pervert Parmeet talk to her? Hell! How dare he even look at my wife! My wife...grr I hate her. I hate her damn so much! How dare she go as far as believing that I am with that...that double-cross disgusting Shagun!
He dragged his wife away from the world, the heavy downpour resembling his inner storm. His hatred for the world didn't undermine the loathing he felt for himself but now he didn't care anymore. He was so emotionally damaged that for the moment he wished to forget everything about the accident. What he wanted was just to knock some sense into the woman he called his wife and that is what he was doing right now.
Halfway down the road, Ishita realised that they were not heading home, he was taking her somewhere else.
"Raman, hum kaha ja rahe hai?" she asked him repeatedly but he didn't even as much as spare a glance at her and she didn't have the courage to test his temper.
Finally they reached there, Raman's flat in Greater Noida, where none of his family wanted to live because of their attachment with the old house and because of the barren territory Greater Noida was; neither did they allow him to live there alone.
The red mark forming on her wrist because of his tight grip worsened when he grabbed her at the same place and dragged her out of the car, the rain making her wet saari cling to her body which didn't went unnoticed by her husband.
The moment they were inside the lift he punched 20 into the keypad and shoved her against the closing doors, not realizing that if the doors opened suddenly, they would tumble out of the lift, falling headfirst.
"Raman please chhodo mujhe, please just-" and he sealed her lips with his, the smoochy sound of the kiss resonating deep down inside him but Ishita was not the woman who would give in so easily, her hands thrashing against him, prodding him with her fists. The more she was trying to move her head back, the more he was pressing down on her. When this didn't work, she moved her head sideways, frantically, not letting him decide where to strike to kiss her lips.
"Ahh!! Enough." growled Raman before securing an iron grip on both her hands with his one hand and then holding her mouth in place with another. His onslaught on her lips continued, but she didn't budge. Her lips pursed tight, not allowing him an entry. She had no idea what profound effect she was having on this man. She was testing his patience, pissing him off and yet arousing him to no end. This was the moment when the doors opened suddenly and Ishita tripped back; she was about to hit her head when he yanked her towards him, checking to see if she was hurt.
"How ironical!" retorted Ishita at his concerned gesture and pushed him hard on the chest.
"Stop this! whatever you are doing Raman!" she challenged and that was his undoing. He clutched her by the hair and murmured, "Stop shouting! There is no one to hear your screams here."
What the hell did he mean by that? An uncertain fear was rising in her mind. She tried to loosen his hold on her hand but his no-nonsense stride just made her prod along with him. With one swift move he unlocked the door and then locked it again, tugging her along with him to the place she assumed to be the bedroom. He left her hand momentarily to switch on the lights. Now was her chance, with all the energy that was left inside her she ran for the door but he was too fast for her. He caught her pallu and as she was running, it came off her, tearing the blouse from the spot where it was attached to it.
Her lips parted as she tried to inhale some air and that's when he banged her against the wall, attacking her parted lips. Her hands were trapped between his chest and hers. He was nowhere near gentle. She tried to free her hands but in vain. She could feel his hands doing something to her back. What is it?? She felt his hands sliding up and down on her back and then the realization hit her. He had unhooked her blouse and brassier. Oh nooo!! She tried her best to push him but he was way too strong.
Physical resistance wouldn't work here, she concluded. Have to work a strategy. Gently she caressed his chest with her palms hoping that he notices and he did. Slowly she inched her hands upwards across his neck. As if she was already not distracted by him, he reduced the distance between them that her hands had created and her breasts bumped into his hard chest. To catch him by surprise and before striking him she sucked his tongue, licked his lips to divert his attention and as expected he was totally into her.
Carefully she moved her hands into his hair and with all the force she had, she pulled his hair, hard. The sudden pain made him recoil from her. She had no idea what to do now. Run, slap him or to cry because the intensity in his eyes just made her stand there and look at him.
In next second, he put her across his shoulder and threw her on the bed.
"Raman, why are you-"
"Shhh!!", he pulled the hanging blouse and brassier off her, pinned her arms on her sides with his hands and buried his face in her breasts. She knew she could do better than this. She knew she could resist him, scream if required but she had no whatsoever motivation to resist. She remembered how with one look of Parmeet she was charged with disgust and anger but here it was so different. She wanted to resist with all her might yet she felt as if this was not right thing to do. She knew that what Raman was doing was wrong but for some uncanny reason her resistance too felt wrong.
He was moving down, sliding the saari and petticoat off as he went ,she hadn't realized that he had released his grip on her hand.
As one last try, Ishita mumbled, "Raman, please leave me! I beg you..."
"Your voice says a different story than your body." He said gesturing towards her hardened nipples. "Are you sure you are begging me to leave you?" With one final smirk, he tore off all the remaining shreds of clothes on her body and without any further notice, he eased his finger inside her.
That felt so strange! So...so damn repulsive. Her breathing quickened as his pace increased.
"No Raman..no leave me or else-"
She felt another finger slinking inside her. What was she feeling? Why was she breathing so abnormally? Why was this weird feeling of yanking his pants off and making him do that with his manhood arising inside her? She clutched the sheets in anticipation, knowing it was a bad dream.
"Ramannn" and with her husband's name on her lips she came apart into million pieces. The pleasure masking everything else.
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5?10? She didn't know how many minutes had passed;she was waiting in anticipation, waiting for him to take her but he never came. Slowly she opened her eyelids and glanced around her but couldn't spot him anywhere on bed, her tension rising every second. Finally she got up in a sitting position and there he was, in the far corner, sitting on the floor, his face in his hands.
Carefully she inched towards him and as she came nearer she could listen to his silent sobs. She was stark naked but that didn't bother anymore, he had seen it all. Gently she placed her hand on his shoulder and the moment she did it, he backed away from her.
"Stay away from me Ishita. I am a monster, a beast...stay away from me." Tears streaked down his face.
And then it hit her, that he was so delicate ,so emotionally fragile. A sudden instinct to protect him welled inside her. She knew he had a shield, an emotional shield underneath which was a lot of pain and suffering. He was strangling himself by not letting anyone penetrate that shield. She wanted to be that person with whom he could be as he wishes, as he desires, in other words she wanted to be his other half. Today he had given a slight inkling that he did consider her worthy of penetrating his shield as he lost himself with her, giving away all the pent up frustration, loosening himself with her and his force and her half-hearted resistance now made sense to her. Right now she felt his, to do with as he wills. His was a lonely soul; she didn't know why he was helping that woman but she could see the denial in his eyes, the guilt in his tears and even though they were against each other in the court,she wanted to be his support system outside it. Maybe doing so was wrong but by not doing so she would never feel right. She wanted to put back together his broken pieces, love him unconditionally, a love so unconditional that he would forget, he ever felt unloved.
He extended his legs in front of him and peeked at her. She cradled his head in her arms and mounted on him, attempting to move his hands aside. Finally he gave in but didn't open his eyes. Slowly she inched her head towards him and placed her lips on his, the way he abruptly jerked back didn't faze her. She moved her head forward while he moved his backwards, when there was no scope to move back, she kissed him, enfolding his softness into hers but before she could use her tongue he moved his head sideways, her lips colliding with his earlobe. He could feel her smile against his neck. She wheeled his head towards her, held his face with both her hands and smacked his lips with hers. No wonder he pursed his lips shut, not letting her gain an entry. She was getting the taste of her own medicine.
"Ishita, don't. I know you hate me, you can say it on my face."
"I don't hate you." pouted Ishita, "Ihate the fact that I love you."
He was awestruck. How can a woman be so forgiving? Maybe she was really made for him, else why would she come apart under his rough assault? One thing was clear that he would always protect her from any harm that might come her way, would always be with her no matter what and he would start this resolve from Amma's accident, tell her the truth and ask for her forgiveness.
She tore open his shirt, unbuckled his belt and he didn't resist because right now he felt hers, to do with as she wills.
That night they united in the truest and the purest form, finally transforming into man and wife.
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