OS - Main hoon Naa Part2 on Pg1 (02/08)

Damn that Raavan Kumaar.. Why did he have to so tenderly caress my hair and try to tie them back..' a positively flushed Ishita paced up and down in the room.. Did he even realize how unbearably intoxicating that was for me..' Raavan Kumaar ..huh'

She was so lost in her blabbering that she didn't realize when Raman came in the room.

Oh Jhaansi ki Raani... Taiyaar nahi hona? Party hai thodi der mein.. Muhurat nikaalun?' Raman asked her in his usual taunting tone.

Waah.. as usual, aise behave kar rahe hain jaise kuch pata hi naa ho..' Ishita thought to herself.

Are you there Madam?' Raman snapped his fingers in front of her eyes.

Haan haan...ho rahi hoon taiyyaar... aap bhi ho jaaiye..' Ishita said to him in a low and irritated tone as she realized that she'll have to get ready for the party and it was not a mean task since she had a major wrist injury.

*10 minutes later - in the living hall*

Raman got ready and came in the living hall. He was normally waiting for Ishita when suddenly something struck him.

Damn! Oh no.. How the hell did I forget? Shit!' he scolded himself as the reality hit him. He recalled that Ishita is injured and he just ordered her to get ready, without even realizing anything.

He immediately went to the bedroom door and asked in a low yet firm tone Ishita?'

There came no reply.

He asked again, this time taking his voice a notch higher .. Ishita? Tum huin taiyyaar?' he mentally cursed himself for asking that stupid question when he obviously knew the answer, but what else could he ask.

Mmm... bas ho rahi hoon... sorry meri wajah se late ho raha hai..5 minute aur bas.. Ishita replied a few seconds later.

It wasn't very tough to understand that Ishita needed obvious help. Raman had easily gauged the slight helplessness in her voice and he could not help but admire the grace she carried even in such adverse situations.

Ishitaa..? Mai andar aa jaaoon?'...realizing what he had just uttered, he immediately corrected himself..'I.. I mean.. andar aakar kuch help karoon?'

WHATTT' Ishita was evidently shocked. But she gradually understood his concern.

She politely refused saying Na koi baat nahi. I'll manage. Bas ..er.. do minute aur.'

Raman could easily feel her uneasiness through her tone. Without saying a further word, he barged in, albeit kindly.

What he saw made his jaws drop.

TO BE CONTINUED VERY SOON.

'Ishita...' he gasped in awe as he hypnotically checked her out.

Raman silently moved towards her and gently held her by placing his hands on her shoulder. Placing his taunts aside, he said softly Kyun nahi chalogi? Kyunki saaree nahi pehen paa rahi ho, isliyea?'

Ishita continued to look down with uttering any word.

He pulled her a little closer towards himself, both their chests just few inches apart.

Tenderly removing the blanket off her shoulder, he held her injured hand with care and placed the plaster back in its place.

Raman..' she finally whispered in an embarrassed tone, her cheeks turning hot crimson all the while. 'Koi baat nahi na, aap jaaiye.. aapko pareshaan hone ki zaroorat nahi hai'..

Isse zyaada pareshaan kar bhi nahi sakti ho tum, ek toh chot khaakar baith jaao, phir pati se saaree bandh waao. In auraton ke jhamelon se bhagwaan bachaye humein..' he cursed under his breath, but it was audible enough to Ishita.

She jerked back his hand and asked him to go to the party. She turned around to leave from there, but alas! She was too late. Raman had already held her other hand and he pulled her close to him once again.

Ab ek aur shabd mat bolna.. jo kar raha hoon, chup chap dekhti raho..suna na tumne!' he ordered her.

Ishita decided to remain silent, well his killing proximity wasn't that bad either! For some reason she liked, correction, loved it.

Raman picked up the white saaree and tried to remember how Mihir had taught him.

Last part, that is, part 3 : will be Raman making her wear a saaree. A long long session!😳😉