And she shot me through my soul- IshRa OS

And she shot me through my soul

Their eyes meet across a sea of faces, but for a mere few seconds. She turns her back to him and orders a drink. He is watching her, a stranger is making small talk with her. Small talk with his wife, he grits his teeth slams his drink and makes his way toward the bar.

"Ishita" he taps her on the shoulder. She doesn't turn to look at him. Instead she continues to engage in a flirty banter with this stranger. He beckons towards her again, but she refuses to even acknowledge him.

" Is this guy troubling you?" The guy at the bar asks her. To his amazement his wife nods yes. This stranger then guides his wife toward a table. A table full of other strangers. And she follows him, without hesitation.

He can feel anger rising from deep within and grasps his glass tighter. What is she doing. How can she ignore him like that. Act like he doesn't even exist. A fire is now beginning to burn within him. He can see she is laughing, tipping her head back, her beautiful hair open and flowing. What he would do to play with those tresses. He watches as she takes the drink to her lips, and how she takes her finger to wipe the remnants of the drink from her lips. His eyes focused on her lips, he wants to feel the tenderness and smoothness of her skin against him.

He is in two minds, does he walk up to that guy and smack him hard in the jaw. Or does he let her continue this charade. He knocks back his drink, the scotch does nothing to reduce the scorching fire that he feels on his through him right now. He orders another drink. He's waiting for it to be poured, when he notices that the stranger has put his arm around her. She does not flinch, rather he notices that she leans in towards to him to speak to him.

This has a catalytic effect on him,, all he sees is that another man is by his wife. Touching his wife and his wife did not in the slightest feel perturbed by it. He charges to the table, and literally throws the stranger off his wife. He goes to throw a punch, when he hears his wife's pleas.

"Raman, what are you doing leave him" she is pleading with him, her hands on his shoulder. Tonight though there will be no respite. Her words will not stop him tonight. This maddening within him has taken on an identity of itself.

She tries to place her hand on his but he waves it away. She knows her husband's temper but this she had not seen before. He was out of control, almost possessed. She could see an unwavering madness in his eyes that was for her and her alone.

It takes Bala in the end to pull Raman away and he takes him outside onto the balcony. Raman is stood trying to calm the raging storm within him. He is literally shaking. Shaking with anger, outrage, and this pain. A pain which resonates somewhere deep inside him. Each time he thinks back to the moment that unknown guy touched his wife, he feels something inside him break. Why does it pierce through him like this. No matter how many walls he builds against her, she has it seems found a way in. Before her he had not felt in so long, he actually questions whether what he had ever felt in the past was even real. He surmises that this is the most alive he has felt in his life. Every part of him attuned to her and when it came to her each and every fibre of him was now heightened.

Her arms from behind around his waist awakens him from this lonely solitude. He feels a deep stirring within and a desire to turn around and take her in his arms. But he resists. He tries to loosen her grasp, but she does not let up. Why won't she leave him in peace.If only she had mercy on him tonight.

He takes ahold of her wrists in his hands and pushes her away from him. He has her up against

the wall. She looks so innocent, so serene. How can she of all people act this way. She goes to say something but tonight he doesn't want to hear it. Tonight has already born witness to too much. He has given her another piece of him tonight.

" Is this not real?, do you like it when you hurt me like this. Torment me like this? Do you like to see me in pain? Is this what you want? Why must you break me like this...I'm not strong enough" He growls deep into her. His voice hoarse with emotion, almost breaking. He is leaning into her body, overcome with emotion, pressing into her. His lips waver by hers. He senses her body tense and he pulls himself back.

Looking into her eyes, he dares to hope that he will see his own reflection in them. She again tries to say something. He places his hand across her mouth. She kisses the inside of his palm. His heart aches at her touch. His forehead now against the wall, he tilts his head and leans into her shoulder. She continues to kiss his hand, realising her effect on him. He let's go of her wrists, and his arms find her waist. Her hands are on his chest, holding on to him. After a few minutes she dares to break this embrace.

She is whispering in his ear, her words bringing calm to the storm within him. Yet again she is saving him from his old friend that dark abyss. The last words he hears before he is fully immersed in her is that it is he alone who is her perfect stranger.