Chapter 2
Ishita opened her eyes as she felt the car come to a stop.
Despite the doctor wanting her to spend the night in the hospital under observation Ishita insisted on going to her own home as she felt safer there. She didn't want to wake up in the morning to an unfamiliar setting and experience fear all over again. So Raman had agreed to take her home and assured the doctor that he would take good care of her. Due to the risk of a possible concussion the doctor had advised Raman to wake Ishita up every 2 hours in the night and ask her questions to see if she is thinking clearly.
After Raman was done gathering all the information he'd need to care for Ishita he headed back to her hospital room. He gently lifted her up, taking care not to cause too much pressure on her swollen muscles and carried her to the car, in which the two of them drove off to the safety of their home.
Now that they had reached their building Ishita adjusted her sling and made a move to get out of the car herself - but was immediately stopped by a hand on her arm. She looked up to see Raman shaking his head at her.
"Don't you know how to wait? Stay here, I'll come and get you out."
"But Raman, I can walk fi-"
"Are you really going to make me repeat myself?"
Not waiting to hear her response Raman got out of the car and strode over to her side, he opened it and slipped one arm under her knee and another under her back supporting her entire weight. Ishita flattened her hands against his chest and tilted her head to look up at him with teary eyes. Raman carried her all the way up the countless flight of stairs without a single trace of annoyance crossing his face.
On reaching their apartment Raman signalled her to open the door as his hands were already occupied. She shyly reached into his trouser pocket, lingering a little too long, and opened the lock.
Raman started heading towards their bedroom, when Ishita let out a whimper of protest.
"Raman, I want to shower."
His brows knitted with a frown. He placed her gently on her feet and looked at her as if she was crazy.
"Ishita, the doctor said to take rest. You have a sling on your arm, how exactly are you going to take a shower? You're not-"
"Raman I have to take a shower."
The desperation in her voice stopped Raman from saying his next words.
"I have to, Raman. I feel filthy. I want to get this dirt off myself. Pl...Please..."
Her voice trailed off as tears started to clog her throat.
Raman lowered his eyes, feeling downright defeated. The tears in her eyes and her cry for help shook him. He would agree to anything she wanted as long as it'd stop her from crying. He placed her gently on her feet and wiped her tears, his hands still resting on her cheeks.
"Ok Ishita, but how are you going to do this? You can hardly move with your bruised ribs, you only have one functioning arm and I'm scared you might faint again after the hit on your head. Let me go call Amma or Mihika."
Ishita held his hand to stop him from walking to her maternal home.
"No Raman, it's too late in the night, and I don't want to wake them up just to cause them worry."
"Then how-"
"I'll do it myself Raman, I'm not a child."
"Were you listening to me at all? I can't allow you to hurt yourself more than you already are! I'll help you!"
"What?! You.. but..y-"
"Yeah so? I'm your husband! Husband's do this kind of stuff all the time."
Raman shrugged his shoulders as if it was no big deal, but they both knew this was a huge step in their marriage. They had never before shared a physical relationship, so for her to allow him in the shower with her was something she was reluctant to agree to.
"Now come on, or do I need to carry you these few steps too?"
Raman held her hand and dragged her to the bathroom, taking care to be slow so as not to strain her too much.
As they entered the bathroom they stood for a while avoiding each other's gaze, not knowing how to pull this off. Raman mustered up a little courage and started by first taking the sling off her wrist which was still wrapped in a bandage.
He then extended his hands to her hair to remove the pins that held it all up. His fingers combed gently through the knots until the heavy waves fell unbound around her shoulders and back.
Ishita watched him through the mirror in awe of his gentleness. She blushed when their eyes met in the mirror and quickly looked down, fidgeting with the drapes on her sari.
Once he was done freeing her hair Raman lifted her up and set her still clothed body down in the bath tub so he could wash her silky mane. He knelt down on the floor at the edge of the tub and turned on the faucet, checking its temperature to make sure it was warm.
He then put shampoo on his hands and rubbed it into her hair, massaging her scalp in the process. Ishita closed her eyes at the pleasant sensation. Raman enjoyed the peaceful expression on her face and continued massaging her even though his knees were starting to hurt from the kneeling. He then started pouring water over her hair, trying unsuccessfully to avoid wetting her upper body.
When all the shampoo had left her hair he twisted it to lightly squeeze out the water. He then lifted her out of the tub and set her on the thick mat.
Raman looked at her in embarrassment, knowing what was next.
He took off the pins that held her sari pallu to her blouse with shaking fingers, and fought to keep his gaze from drifting to her chest. When he had succeeded in the miniscule task that felt like it took him forever, he closed his eyes and slid the pallu off her body, walking around her as he took the kaprey ki thaan off her.
When Raman reached the pleated fabric that was tucked in her petticoat he tugged it gently out, accidentally brushing her navel. He faltered in his steps and stood still for a second, before continuing his walk around her wanting to quickly get rid of the damn kaprey ki thaan.
Watching him walk circles around her, Ishita recalled their wedding. It felt like they were getting married all over again; she might as well be acting as the fire if the heat spreading through her body was any indication. She looked up to see Raman with his eyes tightly closed and smiled, thanking her murgan for giving her a husband who respected her.
Raman took the sari fabric, bunched it all together and threw it on the side.
"Ishita, umm... your umm... I need to take your blouse off."
Ishita looked back to see a bright red Raman with his eyes still closed and a silent giggle escaped her. She was enjoying this too much.
She held his hand and directed it up her spine to the hook of her blouse - the tickling sensation of his fingers skimming her back causing them both to shiver.
Raman fidgeted with the hook of her blouse and finally opened it. He remained standing behind her, but moved his front closer to her back as he slid the blouse sleeves off her arms.
He bunched that up and threw it with the sari already on the floor.
Thinking he was done, Raman silently started walking out of the bathroom.
"Raman, my petticoat- I can't bend down to pull it off."
Raman stopped in his tracks and cursed the inventor of such a difficult sari. He retraced his steps back to her and waited for her to guide his hands to her petticoat, which she did and he bent to slide it down her legs. She lifted her feet one by one to step out of the petticoat and Raman then stood up to leave the bathroom, instructing her in the process.
"Ishita leave the door unlocked, if you need anything else don't hesitate to call me."
As Raman fled from the room, Ishita stood in her bra and underwear wondering how she was meant to take them off. Although she had made him take her blouse and petticoat off there was no way she'd take this as far as standing completely naked in front of him. She found a scissor in one of the cabinets and ended up cutting both undergarments off her body using her left hand.
She then stepped into the shower and washed off the grime and memories of tonight's events.
The warm water helped soothe her aching muscles and cleared the fog in her head a little. Satisfied with how clean she felt, she turned off the water and reached for the towel that hung on the wall, wrapping it around herself.
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When Raman had left the bathroom he had immediately headed to the kitchen, opened the fridge door and taken out a bottle of cold water. He took a huge gulp letting the water trickle down and soothe his dry throat.
He then headed to his room and sat on the couch waiting for Ishita.
Raman was taking a swig of water when she entered the room in only a towel. He was so distracted by the view of her creamy skin and shapely legs that he left the water bottle hanging in the air and didn't realise until he shifted to adjust his trouser, causing the water bottle to tilt and the water to spill down his shirt.
Raman jumped up as he felt the cool water run down his chest and attempted to dry it off with his hands. He looked up as Ishita giggled, clutching her towel tightly to make sure it didn't fall. He gave her a resigned yet amused look and headed to the cupboard taking out one of his black shirts.
Ishita thought he was going to change his shirt, but she was pleasantly surprised when he walked up to her.
"Here, wear this. It's better to wear a button-up considering your sling."
Not waiting for her response, Raman stepped closer to her and slid the shirt around her towel-covered body. He lifted her arms one by one and put them in the sleeves of his shirt. He buttoned up the shirt slowly, taking pleasure in their proximity. When he was done he looked up into her eyes and instructed her to drop the towel.
She did as she was told, because she trusted him to keep his eyes from straying downwards. A small smile graced her face when he kept her trust in him as his eyes remained locked with hers.
His shirt reached the bottom of the curve of her butt, hence covering her intimate parts. But knowing that Ishita would not sleep comfortably in only a shirt that barely covered her, he had also taken a pair of his shorts out from the cupboard.
Closing his eyes, Raman knelt down in front of her and placed the shorts near her feet, waiting for her to step in them. Once she did, he slid the shorts up her legs until the top reached her stomach. Ishita held the loose shorts together while Raman stood up. He opened his eyes and tied the shorts strings tighter so that it would stay on her.
Once he was done, he stepped back to take in her appearance and a huge grin spread across his face.
"You look like you're about to go into the boxing ring."
He looked up at her face and laughed at the adorable frown. Raman came closer to her and flicked her nose gently.
That managed to wipe the frown right off her face as she gazed in adoration at her husband. The love in her eyes caused the smile to slip off Raman's face.
His eyes closed briefly as he let out a low groan before he suddenly leaned down and kissed her. Cupping the side of her face, his thumb gently brushed against her cheek, while his other arm circled her waist to pull her closer to him.
Ishita brought her good arm forward to clutch his wet shirt tightly as she kissed him back. Her eyes closed on their own accord as her heart beat wildly at the sweetness of his tender kiss.
After what seemed like forever, Raman pulled away slightly and smiled down at his wife with eyes full of content.
Ishita returned his smile with a goofy one of her own. She leaned forward to rest her head on his chest as she basked in the peacefulness of the moment.
Next Part: Raman & Ishita talk about the attack.
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