OS: A night to Remember

They were walking when drip drop a few drops of water landed on them. Just a few. It was even more soothing. They both extended their hands in the front so as to feel the rain, smiling... and then took back their hands. This time, Raman moved a little more close to Ishita and as they walked, their hands brushed against each other, none of them reacted even though both were aware of the jolts of current they just experienced. He still liked it. For once, he thought this was Beautiful... and what was the use of CONTROL? Why control? And WHAT TO control? This was beautiful, absolutely natural. He was walking with his soulmate. Someone he was fond of. His lifepartner. His friend and someone he was going to spend the rest of his life with. He extended his fingers, and his index finger touched the back of her hand, and then two other fingers too. All this while, both of them kept staring ahead and walking as if they didn't even know what was happening or if there WAS anything at all even happening. Ishita gulped, but she dared not look sideways at him. She opened her fingers that were closed in a light fist, and brought them closer to his hand, she looked away towards the other side, an extremely shy lopsided smile on her face. He immediately turned his face to her and saw her facing the other side, she was blushing and that slight shy smile of hers was doing something to him from the inside. He wanted to make her blush, blush more. He smiled and facing back straight, he gave his version of the lopsided grin. He, this time more confidently, after getting the signal from her, lightly grabbed her finger and wrist and slowly entwined his fingers with hers, both continued walking. The rain hadn't picked up... it was still only slight drizzling and they were totally enjoying each others' company.

The rain picked up speed and now it had started to rain properly. Raman and Ishita stopped in their tracks to take in the feel of the drizzling rain on their faces. They both closed their eyes, held each others' hands tighter and faced up towards the sky, smiling.

After a while, they found a shaded place and so went there to rest. They still had their hands locked in each others' as they went to the place in shelter from the rain. As they stood under the roof, Raman saw a light coming out of a place which looked like a motel... or could be a cottage. He asked Ishita to wait there so he could have a close look at the place. She nodded her head and sat on a wooden slab, which was at a height, she had to jump and sit on it.

He came back in no time.

"Ishita, I think yahaan koi rehta hai, we could ask them if we could use their phone, Signals nahi lagrahe yahaan"

"Okay" Ishita said, as Raman extended his hand to get her off the wooden slab. She held his hand and jumped down, and they started walking towards the cottage. Hand in hand.

On reaching the cottage it is discovered that it belongs to a very sweet old couple and they readily allow the two, husband and wife to use the phone. The old lady is absolutely welcoming and so is the old man, as he leads Raman to the little living room where the phone was, the old lady took Ishita towards the bedrooms so she could dry herself up. Once Ishita was dry, she asked the old lady

"Aunty, Thank you so much, could I take this towel there in the living room?"

"Well ofcourse, Ishita, but what happened? Do you need clothes?"

"No aunty, actually... my husband is all wet too, and he catches cold really fast"

"Ohhh! Ofcourse betaaa, kitni acchi patni hai tu... go go, go help your husband dry" she winks at her.

Ishita goes and enters the living room with the towel and with her eyes asks if there was any success in making the call, and he shakes his head in negative. The lines had been brutally disturbed due to rain, and they did not know what to do. Hearing to the whole story of what happened with them, the old couple insists they stay with them as it was their anniversary too. Raman absolutely denies at first but that puppy dog face sincere plea from his wife leaves him no choice and so he agrees to stay for the night.

The old lady takes Ishita to the kitchen, where she is baking a cake.

Ishita helps her with it, and once the cake is put inside the oven, the old lady speaks,

"Thank you so much Ishita, for staying, me and Tony live alone here and our children pay visit to us once in a while. One lives in Australia and the other in Mumbai. Oh im sorry, I almost forgot... my daughter-in-law is a designer and she keeps experimenting with stuff even when she comes here... she has left a few of her creations in the cupboard, you guys must be dead tired and you should freshen up and change, there are a few saaris in the right hand cupboard, feel free to select yourself one, and then we shall celebrate"
The lady spoke happily.

Meanwhile Raman kept trying his phone. The battery was almost dead. He swore under his breath as he saw his phone switching off in front of his eyes.

"Its okay beta, give me your keys, I'll go and send this to the repair shop"

"Arey no uncle, aap kyun zehmat karrahe ho, just guide me I'll take care"

"Arey beta, im not going to go alone, I'll send the chaukidaar there"

"Oh great, thanks uncle, yeh lijiye" Raman said as he handed the old man his keys.

The lady came and told him that Ishita was in the room, freshening up.

He entered the room without knocking and the sight in front of him was a sight to behold. He was left astounded & very very pleasantly surprised. There, right in front of him stood his wife. In a divine red silk Saari, fidgeting with her pallu. As soon as she saw the door opening, she had turned, only to witness her husband entering. The Saari was quite exposing. She wore the plainest Saari she found in the cupboard and yet this could easily work for a model walking the ramp for a bridal show. She felt awkward, but the look she was getting from her husband... though adding to her awkwardness sort of made her feel good. There was something in his eyes, that told her he loved what he saw. She didn't do this for him. It was an involuntary take, but now that he liked it, something told her she wished to do this more often to him... for him.

He couldn't comprehend if something was suddenly wrong with him and if something changed or was she really getting sexier and prettier by the day. He always knew her to be a beautiful woman, but these days, the kind of feelings that this beauty' aroused in him seemed to spell trouble, it was uncanny... the attraction that he was feeling towards her off late was eerie and it was driving him crazy. He didn't know for how long he would be able to keep his hands off his stunning-in-every-way wife especially if she kept doing things like these and kept coming in front of him all dressed up like that. She looked Divine, he concluded.

Ishita chose to initiate in breaking the silence this time round, and so explained to him...

"Woh... kapde saare bheeg gaye thay na? Aunty ki bahu designer hai, unhone mujhe kaha k I should wear something... everything was so gaudy and flashy... this was the plainest I could find"

Raman just kept ogling at his wife. He managed a mere nod, and said nothing, still looking at her.

"Woh... umm... chalen?" Ishita tried again.

This time he looked deep into her eyes and with a dodge of his head replied, "Chalo"

The cake was set on the table, with uncountable candles, it made Ishita super happy.

"WOWWW!" She exclaimed grinning from ear to ear and clapping like a baby.

"This is wonderful Aunty! Sooo many years, and still the love's intact. Aaah" she sighed. "How lovely" She said and instantly looked at Raman, who loved seeing his wife this happy after so long. He too was smiling and nodded his head, now locking his eyes with hers, she immediately broke the trance by offering Uncle and Aunty the knife on the table.

Mr. Tony looked at her and showered her with praises of how wonderful she looked, and so did Mrs Tony. They both told Raman how lucky he was, all Raman could do was agree. He sure was lucky.

Once they were done having cake, the old couple suggested they go into their room to rest, and they readily agreed. They sure needed rest, it was a stressful day after all.

Raman went to the washroom, and Ishita was in her room, folding her clothes that were not as wet anymore. Suddenly, she started feeling itchy, and her skin felt irritated, she ignored it and carried on with her work scratching a little here and there on her hands.

She got up to keep the clothes in her bag when she noticed her red skin in the mirror. She couldn't be blushing this much now could she? She looked at her hands and was dead worried, her hands, cheeks, even her legs had become red, with some kind of an allergy.

In just a few moments Raman came out and saw Ishita standing by the dressing table, trying to wipe something off her arms. He came near her and tried to peek into seeing what she was doing.

She turned further, so he could not see her. She was absolutely embarrassed by the redness on her skin, which looked super ugly to her. What had happened to her?!

Raman chuckled.

"Kya hua Ishita? Are you trying to seduce me with this awfully sexy back... I mean blouse?" He said and brushed his index finger down the length of her bare back. There were shivers through her spine and she closed her eyes.

"Ra... Raman..."

Raman was concerned now,

"Kya hua Ishita?" He turned her to him, and she closed her eyes, clearly disgusted.

Raman saw the redness and was instantly worried

"Ishita, kya hua? Are you feeling okay?"

"Haan Raman, its just I don't know yeh kaise, this is so... ugh, I think im having an allergic reaction... shayad woh cake... I don't feel too well either... I think im going to throw up" She was extremely tensed, pissed off, embarrassed and felt nauseatic too, maybe because of the travelling, the rain, and then the cake

"Oh! Acha, you sit here, just relax okay? Youre fine"

Raman was worried and was doing all this in panic, but managed to make her sit comfortably. She was now in a half sitting-half lying position.

"Main... Main aunty se poochta hoon, if she has some ointment and medicines"

She barely managed to nod her hand.

In no time he was back with 2 tablets and some Neem Water.

He came and saw her resting. Her eyes closed. She still looked so beautiful he could just stand there staring at her forever. He suddenly saw her flinch a little, and a frown creeping up her forehead. This broke his trance and he came and sat beside her. He very carefully fed the medicines to her and when she asked him about the Neem Water he said that this will cure the redness and allergy in a jiffy. He winked at her so as to make her feel better. She could hardly manage a faint smile. She didn't feel good at all.

She asked him to hand the Neem Water over to her so she swabs herself with it, but he refused.

"Ishita, apni haalat dekho. Chup chaap baitho and let me do my work"

My work!? He thought. Great!

He took the swabbing cloth and gently soaked it in Neem Water.

Ishita tried to speak as her awkwardness gave rise "Raman... please, main khud"

"Shhh!" was all she got in response.

He gently took her hands in his, she looked at him, and he was looking at her, he took the cloth and started to swab at her hands gently, holding her hands gently yet firmly. He went up from the back of her hands, up to the arms till her shoulders, and then back down, he took her other hand in his and repeated the same, all the while looking into her eyes.

She got a burning sensation, as he went up towards her shoulders, he realized it as her eyes twitched, the eye lock wasn't broken though. He brought his face near hers and kept bringing it closer, their eyes looking at each other, he bent his head down and kissed her shoulder just beside the strap. Ishita closed her eyes on reflex.

He then got up and went behind her. Her long locks covering her sexy back. With one gentle yet swift motion he slid her hair to one side of her shoulder, revealing the whole of her back to him. He took the Swab and swabbed her back in gentle patting and circular motions at times, then he bent down and kissed the right shoulder blade, and then the left. Ishita gulped hard. Her heart racing faster than ever. She couldn't even comprehend what was going on.

This was the second time during the day when Raman thought WHAT THE HELL CONTROL? And WHY control? She was his wife!

He came back in front of her and noticed her eyes closed tight, her eyebrows twitching close together, he could see her gulping. Her lips quivering a bit.

He now brought the cloth to swab on her neck and chest, he brushed it from left to the right, his whole palm open on her Dcolletage grazing her neck and whatever was available on the chest. He now bent down and dipped his nose and face in the crook of her neck and kissed her, this time Ishita instantly held on to his arm, whispering his name, "Raman" She sighed.

He looked at her as she opened her eyes to stare straight into his brown orbs.

He kept looking at her with utmost emotions, too many desires. He didn't even care about the consequences or the repercussions. All he knew was he HAD to do this and he WAS and he WOULD.

He now brought his hand forward and up to her shoulder where her Pallu rested. Knowing what his next move would be. Ishita held his hand on top of her shoulders

"Raman..."

His eyes were still deep with affection and desire. He removed her hand.

"All im doing is tending to you, Ishita, please... let me"

She couldn't take this away from him and so she dropped her hands, her eyes closed again. He, However kept looking at her face, which looked more angelic by the passing minute.

In one swift motion, the pallu of her saari was dropped down, revealing her smooth as silk bare torso, and a heaving chest. He was in awe of her absolute beauty, both inside and out. He didn't know for how long would he be able to genuinely control, because, she, afterall, was his wife... and he... afterall... was a man.

This time, he too closed his eyes to get his mind to concentrate on what he was supposed to do.

He dabbed the cloth in Neem Water again and slowly swabbed her midriff area, he could see the sensations erupting in her with the changing expressions on her face. Eyes closed, eyebrows twitching together, heavy breaths.

His condition, on the other hand wasn't much different either. Oh, how he wished whatever was being done with that cloth in between was done with his bare hands. He now wished that day was not far away, considering the initial barriers that were finally broken from between them.

Once he was done, he put her pallu back in place and pushed the few strands of hair that were coming on her face and forehead behind. He could see that she was sweating too. She couldn't stand anymore so he put her back to bed and gently dabbed her forehead with a fresh towel, he saw her instantly falling asleep.

He got up, and smiling, kissed on her forehead, came to sleep on his side of the bed. Yes, no couches here. They were to share a bed. And trust me he didn't mind one bit!