I am back with a very short OS based on yesterday's precap. I know the episode has already aired and i am late but i wrote it during my time off for my friend Nikki and for Alu but got busy later and couldn't post it earlier.
I would like to dedicate this OS to a special friend of mine - Twerping.
I hope you like.đ
Ice on Fire
" Ishita! Arrey yaar kahan ho? Are you deaf or what?
Ishita!
Oh God why does this man have to shout so much. Ab kya hua! I asked myself and rolled my eyes when I heard him again.
"Ishita there is no running water in the bathroom; I am still not done... I need to work yaar, kuch karo"
Ok baba I am coming, I said but immediately stopped at the door, an urge to tease him stirring inside me.
Are you sure I can come in? You are not nude as a worm inside, are you?
I chuckled as I heard him roaring in full on Ravan Kumar mode.
Shut up Ishita! Come and see what is wrong with this damn shower. I can't see anything. I have soap all over my face. And sorry to disappoint you but I have a towel wrapped around. I have no intention to get molested by you. Mujhe meri izzat pyaari hain.
This man was a child, a stubborn and impatient one. I kept telling him to relax and let me try to open up the tap but he would not listen at all. He kept on bickering... preventing me to focus on what I was trying to do, grabbing me and spinning me with his slippery hands to take my pallu to wipe his soapy eyes.
Raman...whattt...
I exclaimed with my words dying in my throat as I lost my balance. I stumbled but fortunately he was right there to gather me close. His hands immediately gripped my shoulders firmly but before we could react or move away, the flow of water was back by itself, pouring down on us.
Aiii
I gasped and literally jumped as the cold water hit against my hot skin sending a shiver down my spine. I flinched and hid my face in his chest, trembling with cold. I felt his hands wounding around me to rest behind my back, immobilizing me, as we stayed there, under the shower, his body pressed firmly against mine and my face hid in his bare chest. When I finally lifted my face, my pulse began to sprint. He was staring at me as the water hit him in his face, washing away all the soap. It seemed to me that small moans were flying from deep within my chest and my heart beats were alarmingly erratic.
Our eyes were glued to each other.
My hands were on his bare chest and I could feel it rising and falling beneath my palms.
I could barely think.
He was impossibly close with his arms tightened around me.
For a long silent minute he stared unblinking into my eyes with his arms still imprisoning me securely as the water dripped and streamed over our enlaced bodies. Lost in the moment, his hand reached my face to brush my cheeks with his fingers. Anticipation built inside me and my eyes closed waiting for his next move but...
It was over.
The spell was broken.
He was the first to break away. It looked like he had been holding his breath because I felt a rush of air fanning my face as he released his grip on me. I opened my eyes and took a step backward, putting a breathing space between us. I saw him shaking his head slowly as if to clear his drugged senses and heard him asking me --"Are you ok?" His deep gravelly voice infused with passion, giving away the sexual tension that has passed through him too.
I ran a troubling hand in my hair and only nodded, acutely aware of the state I was in, of the state WE were in.
I, completely drenched, my saree clenching on my body like a second skin and he, shirtless, with only a towel around him. I saw his eyes lingering on my form only to look away instantly. He hurriedly shut off the water and stared back at me. Speechless and awkward, I had only one option - lower my head so that my lashes curtain the emotions brewing in the depths of my eyes. Without a word, I flee for the confines of our bedroom with my heart flip-flopping at an alarming rate, my mind and heart buzzing with questions.
What was happening to me?
Why did my body react to his touch?
It had flamed under his touch and the cold water acted like ice on fire. My body was shaking but not with cold but a passion ignited by his touch...by his stares. A passion that I never knew existed in me... that I had never experienced in my "romantic" life with my ex whom I have known for 12 years.
I, being the practical girl, have immediately found a logical reason behind my melting heart for him. I have succumbed to his inner goodness. But...what about this sexual tension that has built up between us? It was so palpable.
Could it be that we have started wanting more from each other without even realizing it?
Could it be that I...?
I stood in shock.
Yes having Ruhi was not enough anymore to fill the void in my life. I have ...other needs that I want fulfilled... the need to be touched and loved not by a man but by one SPECIFIC man.
Raman Kumar Bhalla!
My husband!
As soon as I have uttered his name and addressed him as my husband, I felt the hairs at the back of my neck stood, followed by goose bumps creeping on my skin.
Taking a long breath, I waited for my heartbeat to settle to be able to face him again and act as if nothing had really happened.
Oh Murugan give me strength!
Kabhi Neem Neem Kabhi Shahad Shahad
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