When women cant manage long hair then why do they keep them? thought Raman looking at the hairfall resistent shampoo in the bathroom, in an attempt to ignore the growing need in his veins. But I like them long... they suit her...infact they add tons to her beauty.
In one way or other since last 48 hours every thought of his lead him to the same end point-Ishita. And once he reached that point it was hard, literally, for him to control his growing urge. It was as if someone,in his head, had pushed the repeat button of her bold and bewakoof act back in the clinic.
While everyone,even his mother, teased him regarding his fear of needles, it was Ishita who rather than laughing at him had taken it seriously. Everyone dismissed it but she didn't and she would never. She promptly took action so he could avoid the pain. Action- by taking her clothes off. Ahhh, Raman groaned. Even the stupid cold shower was not helping him.
Jo bhi ho,badla to lena hi hoga.
With this Raman exited the bathroom. His wet hair dancing to the chilly wind, welcoming the monsoon.
I will not think about Ishita.
I will not think about Ishita.
I will not think about Ishita.
I will not think about Ishita.
Raman Kumar Bhalla was firm in his resolve but only till he noticed her limping towards the dining table, clutching her stomach. Immediately his antenna stood to attention.
"Ye aise buddi amma jaise kyu chal rahi ho?"
"Aapko har cheez pe taana maarna jaroori hai kya?Apne kaam se kaam rakhiye."
"Pehle mujhe dental chair pe baandh ke meri bachi kuchi izzat loot ti ho aur ab-"
"aap tabse yahi leke kyu baithe hai...maine kaha na sorry aur waise bhi aapko mujhe thankyou kehna chahiye.", And thus Ishita stormed off into their room.
Pehle adult picture dikhayi aur ab attitude dikha rahi hai. Uss pain ke liye ye kiya hai toh pata nahi iss pain ke liye kya karegi, thought Raman imagining about strapping her to the dental chair and well...taking his revenge, what else?
Par kaise? Apne kapde utarunga toh bhaag jayegi. Huh kuch soch Raman. Kuch soch.
Absentmindedly he walked into their room, only to find Ishita clutching her stomach and whispering something frantically.
"God give me strength"
In matter of a second, Raman's heart went out to her. He plopped on the bed beside her and questioned, "Kya hua Ishita? Batao mujhe."
She looked everywhere but at him and replied, "Wo Raman kuch nahi bas mamuli pet dard hai"
"Look at me Ishita aur batao mujhe kya hua hai. Kuch anaab shanaab khaya tha kya?"
Why was she hesitating, wondered Raman.
Finally, she looked at him and mumbled, "Raman, wo infertility ki wajah se I have irregular periods and because of it I have this ache in my lower back and stomach, but its nothing to worry about."
But it was something to worry about for Raman. He didnt expect this and he had no idea how to respond. Well he was very well experienced in the loose motion department and could have prescribed her all sorts of medicines to cure it but THIS, this was something he could not even think of experiencing and maybe that's the reason he just stood up to find his friend in need. Google bhai.
How to get rid of periods pain - this was efficiently typed and one by one all article efficiently read. All boasted the same thing, avoid taking pain killers and distract yourself from the pain by doing something recreational. However "Distract" and "Pain" were particularly picked by Raman's antenna. Again the recorded tape of Ishita's clinic stunt started repeating itself in his head.
Positions were swapped and situation reversed. Raman smirked with an evil look on his face.
Taiyar ho ja madrasan, afterall it's revenge time!
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Raman aise achanak kyu chale gaye?
Before Ishita could reason it out Raman was back with a hot water bag.
"Raman app-"
"Shhh! hamesha tum hi sabka khayal rakho gi? Koi aur tumhara khayal rakhe isse tumhe allergy hai kya? chup chap let jao."
Huh ask Raman Kumar Bhalla to be caring yet rude.
Ishita did as she was told, wondering what remedy he had planned. Suddenly Ishita's senses sparked as Raman came beside her and kept his head on the same pillow as hers. His proximity was electrifying. She was wearing a blue net saarhi with white puff blouse but as if these details were unnecessary Raman roughly caught her pallu and slid it up, revealing all her belly.
"Agar iss pallu se motapa chupana hi hai toh saarhi kyu pehenti ho?Kaha dard ho raha hai?"
Before she could point it out, his hand was touching her at various places on her stomach, setting her on fire with each stroke.
"Yahaan? Ya yahaan?"
All she could do was muster a meek hmm. He placed the hot bag on the precise place and came closer towards her, his face inches from hers.
Ishita didn't know if it was the effect of the hot bag or his vicinity but she felt butterflies dancing in her stomach.
Without any further notice he grabbed her hand and made her turn towards the window, her back to his front. He massaged her lower back.
His kneading motion was spreading the fire downwards, the heat generated within her was not at all connected to the hot water bag but was the effect of his ministrations on her back; weirdly the heat came with a need . A need she had never experienced. Her familiarity was extended till attraction but this need was far more than that. The fire inside her begged to be extinguished; extinguished with his touch.
Ishu control.
As if the stinging pain felt ignored and unnoticed, it made its presence felt and Ishita winced in pain. Raman turned her towards himself and asked, "Dard ho raha hai?"
Ishita nodded and before she could react further Raman smashed his lips on hers. It was not some i-press-my-lips-against-yours-as-a-gentle-kiss motion but a full on wet kiss. His lips lapping against her creating a smooching sound. Upper, lower then both her lips, he gave equal attention to all by taking them one by one between his lips and sucking them hard.
Accoring to Dr. Ishita , kissing lip-to-lip was unhygienic but now she knew how addictive this sensation was. She could kiss him all day. Something wild was transpiring between them. His hands were roaming all over her body and her hands were no less. He came on top of her, careful not to place his weight on her body but Ishita was not ready for this careful resolve, she hugged him hard and their bodies collided at all the right place, her breasts against his chest, his lower body against hers.
As if it was designed to interrupt, Raman's phone began ringing. Raman broke the kiss but ignored the phone and asked Ishita, "Dard ho raha hai?"
A confused Ishita replied, "Kaunsa dard?"
With a smug smirk Raman got off her, leaving her all wanting and desperate and said, "Wo main toh bas tumhe distract kar raha tha. I just wanted to shock you kyunki attract-wattract toh tum mujhse hogi nahi. Ab main John Abraham ki tarah hot aur lamba thodi hun jo tum mujhe...umm choona chahogi. Well mission successful agar tum apna pain bhool gayi ho toh." With this he grabbed his phone and walked out of the room, leaving an irritated Ishita behind.
Kya zaroorat thi unhe short short kehne ki aur uss Abraham se compare karne ki. Alas her words were biting her back now.
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The revenge was taken but both times he was the only victim. He stood under the cold water trying to take possession of his senses but it was as if someone,in his head, had pushed the repeat button of her well kissed swollen lips, making it hard, very hard for him to control the growing or rather overflowing need in his veins.
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