'A Page From Their Life' IshRa OS

Ishita reclined on her couch and observed his expressions waver, reflecting his subconcious mind. Never in her dreams she could have thought of sitting awake past midnight just to cater his needs, if in case he wakes up. She pondered about the man in sight and acknowledge him as a open book, he was indeed for her. She would have thought the exact opposite or maybe even ruthless about him but living under the same roof for six months flipped her first impression about him. He was caring, giving, sensitive, vulnerable and damaged. He could chase the stars for his loved ones but never show a trace of the emotions towards them, well it was happening with her lately. She had now grown used to of his taunts and not-so-caring attitude, which he likes to throw at her every now and then, but never confess about the turmoil brewing up inside him. She had began to pick up his worries or when he tries to hide somethings unwillingly or even when he wants to compliment her but decides against it, she has finally manage to see through the wall around him and is now waiting to dismantle it.
She sits up as she saw flicker of irritation on his face and goes near him, knowing that he will be getting up in a moment.
Raman opens his eyes to the throbbing pain from his left shoulder due to muscle tear as a result of tripping on the pavement and falling on outstretched arm. It was a minor thing to happen and doctor advised him rest for one weeks along with a sling to wear continuously but one week was way to much to bear.
"Raman?" He looked at Ishita who was kneeling next to bed "Are you alright ?"
He looks at her and then his eyes adjust to her face "You haven't slept ?" He asked, his voice being hoarse because of excessive sleep
"I..I did. Just got up." He knew she was lying, her puffed up eyes were not supporting her words.
"Kuch chaheye aapko?"
"My shoulder hurts." He groaned in pain with his eyelids still drooping down
"I will give you painkiller." Ishita took out medicine from the box. He tried getting up, putting his entire weight on his right hand but couldn't.
"Wait." Ishita said, watching him struggle. She placed her arm across his right shoulder and supported his body to get up. He took medicine from her and gulped down. "I feel so sleepy and my head is going to blast." He said running his fingers on his forehead. "It is because of sedatives. You will be fine by morning Raman." She explained calmly, knowing irritation is creeping up his sleeves now.
He lied down and felt her long and slender fingers stroking his hairs, in normal circumstances he would have told her off but today he didn't have the energy to fight nor he did want her to stop doing it. Ishita was kneeling down and saw him sleep peacefully again. She remembered how tensed she was for him when Mihir informed about Raman to the family and how her knees gave away in relief after watching him seated just fine with a sling. It ached to see him in pain tonight but was consciously aware that rising sun will mark the new standards of Raman Kumar Bhalla as he hates being disarmed.

Toshiji knocked at Raman's room but not getting a reply she decided to go inside, the troubled mother in her gave a damn about anything else. But the creases of worry erased and her lips curved into a smile as she saw her son sleeping peacefully with Ishita kneeling down and sleeping with her head resting on his side and her hand on his chest.
Raman wriggled in his place and woke up to the sun-rays falling on his face. He turned his head to his side and saw Ishita sleeping with her head resting on her arm and her another hand on his chest. He for a moment forgot about his pain, and saw her face ,which was the only thing he wish to see first whenever he wakes up for the rest of his life. He cant thank the Almighty enough for bringing Ishita in his life, the sole person who just needs to look in his eyes to know his heart. He kept staring at her, not obvious to a pair of eyes watching him when Raman's alarm broke his reverie while Ishita woke up, flustered and Toshiji escaped from their room unnoticed.
"Kitna time ho gaya? Aap uth gaye? Hows your shoulder?" Ishita asked non stop, she was not oriented to anything and she didn't remember when did she fall asleep.
"Chup karo yaar. Atleast let mornings be peaceful." Raman stated.
"I was just concerned." She replied earnestly
"Koi zarurat nai hai concern ki, pehle muscle tear ho chuka hai ab pata nai kya kya hoga."
"Meine kaha tha neeche nai dekhke chalne ko aur pura time phone pe baat karne ko ?" Ishita said crossing her arms against her chest
"Insaan bimar hai uski kadar nai hai, bas lecture shuru kardo. Pagal." Saying so he tried to get up but in vain
"Let me help you." Ishita bent towards him "I can manage." And he is back, Ishita thought. He tried again but with no luck "kitna zidd karte ho aap." She said before helping him despite his annoyed expressions.

Toshiji entered their room again, "Raman uth gaya tu? Tikh ha tu puttar?"
"Haan ma."
Mr Bhalla too came "Raman tu tikh hai ? Dard toh nai ho raha ?"
"Nai papa. Tikh hoon abhi."
Ruhi chirped in with her teddy in arm "papa aapko pain ho raha hai ?"
"Nai beta, papa tikh hain."
Romi came hurriedly to room with bread in hand "Bhai aap tikh ho ?"
"Arre kaha na tikh hoon, ab kya board laga ke rakhun." Raman screamed, Ishita let out a laugh, everyone disappeared except Romi who stood clueless at sudden outburst. Raman glared at Ishita on hearing her laugh. She went to Romi and patted his shoulder "tumhari galti nai hai Romi bas timing kharab ho gayi." Ishita said amusingly and Romi nodded taking an exit before any further attack.
"You enjoy at my expense." Raman said irritated and moved out of bed.
"Kahan ja rahe ho ?"
"Washroom, chalna hai ?" He asked irritated
"Nai nai..aap jao araamse." Ishita replied smilingly.
"Pagal aurat." Raman muttered leaving the room.

Ishita went to Iyers to freshen up and came back to her own when she saw Raman struggling with toothbrush. She smiled remembering her own time "Romi idhar aana" she called him out
"Ji bhabhi ?" Romi asked
"Raman ki help kardo..aise brush nai kar payenge."
"Bhabhi mein?" Romi asked shocked and Ishita glared at him.
Romi gulped in the juice and went to Raman. Toshiji smiled at Ishita after witnessing the entire conversation "Ishita tu aaj clinic nai jaana ?"
"Nai mummyji woh aaj case nai hain." Ishita answered looking down and Toshiji knew that she was at home for Raman's sake.
"Puttar tu vi kuch kha le." Before Ishita could reply, thunderous sound reached there ears. Both turned to look at the brothers, Mr Bhalla also lifted his face from the newspaper
"Kya hua ?" Mr Bhalla asked
"Romi tu chala ja, ek brush pakadna nai aata isse" Raman thrashed at him and Romi looked at Ishita
"Arre kyun chilla raha hai? Ek toh bechara maddad kar raha hai teri." Mr. Bhalla said
"Yeh maddad kar raha hai yeh." Raman pointed at the smeared toothpaste at corner of his lips "shakal pe lagane ko kaha tha kya toothpaste ?" Raman scolded again and Ishita felt bad for Romi.
"Oe Raman aise kyun bol raha hai bechare ko." Toshiji spoke
"Haan, aur sir pe chadha lo aapne ladle ko." Raman took his brush from Romi's hand and went back to basin
"Ishita ja iske pass. Pura din isne aaj sabpe chilana hai warna." Toshiji quietly told Ishita.
"Give it to me." Ishita forwarded her hand
"Do your own work." Raman snapped . Ishita, being already pissed die to his behavior, snatched brush from him.
"Open you mouth now." Ishita glared at him and he didn't dare to retort any further.
He silently followed her direction "ouch ! Dhyaan se karo madarasan." Raman hissed as brush hit his gums.
"Sorry. Zaada toh nai laga ?" Ishita mellowed down and looked at him concerned. "Tikh hoon aur bahut kar liya brush, tumhari tarah colgate ki add ni deni mujhe." He gargled and went inside the bathroom .
"Romiii" again his voice came from inside "Ander aa"
Romi crossed Ishita "aaj bhai mujhe maar ke hi shaant honge."
Ishita went back to dining table "Raman bhi na, ab chot lagi hai toh bardasht karle." Mr bhalla said
"Nai papaji, woh puri raat distrubed rahe the pain ki wajahse isliye shayad gussa kar rahe hain." Ishita reasoned and Toshiji smiled , finally she could take rest as Ishita is there for her son.

Romi came out of Raman's room "Mummyji mein ni ja raha." He sat on the chair "kabse daant rahe hain."
"Kya hua Romi?"
"Ek shirt daalne mein duniya ghuma di meri." Romi drank glass of water in one go.
Mr. Bhalla got up from sofa "Mein jaake dekhta hoon."
"Nai Ishita tu ja. Bhallaji aap rehnedo, gussae mein hai Raman. Ishita samjha legi usse." Toshiji looked at Ishita "puttar tu ja ander."
"Ji." Ishita moved inside her room and saw Raman standing with pajamas on while his shirt thrown on the floor.
"What is wrong with you Raman ? Romi pe kyun chillaya ?"
"Uss gadhe ko ek cheez nai aati karni. Shirt ni pehna sakta woh, bewakuf." Raman said frustrated
"Lao, mein pehnati hoon." She picked up shirt from the floor. "Tum kya samjhti ho aapne aap ko ? Mein khud kar lunga." He took shirt from her hand
"Aap zidd kar rahe ho."
"Tumse hi seekha hai meine." Raman retorted. He tried moving his injured hand and hissed in pain. Ishita who was patiently tapping her feet waiting for him to give up but what was she thinking off, he and give up ? Never in her dreams.
Ishita moved to him and stood facing him, taking shirt in her hand again she carefully lifted her left arm.
"Ouch tumhe akal nai hai ?"
"Chup Raman ! Bilkul chup. Aap ab kuch nai kahoge aur na hi chilauge." Ishita ordered for the first time, well she did before when he was creating ruckus in society being drunk but today it felt weirdly nice. She carefully made him wear his shirt while continously lecturing about his behavior.
"I know that your shoulder is bothering you but that doesn't mean that you will keep shouting."
Raman smiled at his wife who was busy buttoning up his shirt for him while Raman's eyes were only on Ishita's expression and his ears being deaf to her voice. "Ho gaya." She said snapping him out of his thoughts. Raman looked at his shirt and then at her "Kaam araamse bhi hota hai." She said tapping on his chest. "Aajao breakfast karte hain." She was about to leave when he held her by her hand and pulled towards himself. Ishita looked at him stunned "Aadat galat daal rahi ho mujhe madrasan, dekhlo warna roz tumhe hi shirt pehnani padegi." He whispered in her ears and she closed her eyes due to their intimacy. He looked at her flushed face and moved out smiling, finally he let his heart made a call and he was sure that this time it was for the right person.

A/N - Thank You for all the love for my previous work.

Hope you like this too. Criticism welcomed :)

Ruchi :)