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Part 2- Honeymoon
"Phir se aa gayi" he muttered chuckling, as he spotted his wife folding laundry in Ruhi's room, like 4 or so hours later
She turned around her longish braid swung like a rope, her mehandi had dried and had been removed, the coral, crimson pattern starkly visible on her pearly skin.
"Raman tujhe khaana nahi khaana?" Mrs Bhalla hollered
"Abhi nahi Ma" he responded carelessly
"Mihir ko aapne kaha tha kya mere suggestions theek nahi hongey?" Ishita was irritated
"Kaun se? Waise, haan tumhaare koi suggestion theek nahi hotey" he continued firmly. "I mean GOA?" he shook his head derisively, "GOA kaun jaata hai? It's a budget vacation destination" he declared arrogantly.
"Meri beti ko mere saare suggestions pasand hain" Ishita declared smugly. "Haan tabhi usko hum BACHI kehte hain" he offered the explanation for why they are considered immature. "Kitne bure ho aap" she shook her head, as she picked up the laundry to stack in Ruhi's closet. He wore his fave A&F navy sweats and a offwhite tee.
"Ishita suno" he said sitting carelessly on some folded laundry "Mujhe aapki koi baat nahi sunni" she said "Aur aap mere laundry se hatiye" he ordered. He sat down more firmly. "Meri beti, mera laundry" he muttered... "Aur kya kya hai tumhara?" "Meri mummyji, mere pappaji, meri ananya, mera Romy" she completed. His eyes never left her. She leaned on the closed cupboard... he noticed she left Simmi out.. he didn't have to ask why.
"Haan sab MERE hain" she said as he approached. Her heart groaned "Uh oh!" as it started its 2nd marathon for the day. "Does he have to come so close every time Ishita? Cant you talk on the phone? Instead?" it asked her. "Are you kidding me? Don't you think Ive asked that?" she scolded her racing heart. By then he was a foot away...
"Aur kya hai tumhara?" he asked, "Kuch bhi nahi" she lied... he nodded with a half smile
He had a yellow striped dress of Ruhi in his hand "Yeh to rakh do" he said matter of factly. "Haan mujhe aapki koi help nahi chahiye" She said firmly, her voice though not cooperating. He laughed throwing his head back " Yaad hai tumhe Lohri waali raat when you ran over the divider?" he asked amused. "Delhi ki Police bhi na" she shook her head furiously, her anger was INTACT. "Tum statistics ke saath nikalti ho ghar se?" he asked amused. "Aur aap?" she argued. " The living room was noisy, too many women and children. He strained to listen to what she said leaning sideways, his ear inches from her lips..
"Waise naam sahi diya usne tumhe" he chuckled. "He was a chauvinist, ladki dekhi nahi to rob jhaadna shuru" she threw back at him. " Waise wahan main tumhari madad karne ruka tha" said Raman flatly. "Main apna khyaal khud rakh sakti hoon" she said feisty as ever. "Mujhe jo theek lagta hai wahi karti hoon main. Mujhe..." her bhashan began... his eyes were roving over her face... watching the heat rise, he was curious to know if it was because of her vitriol or because he was inches away... he hoped it was the latter..
"Jaise Goa honeymoon ka suggestion diya Mihir Mihika ko..." his wife's lecture was ongoing... "Main soch raha tha..." he cut her off "Kya?" she asked stopping immediately. "Tum yeh bhashan mujhe Mauritius mein bhi de sakti ho, under the sun, on the sands". Her breath caught in her throat as she gaped open mouthed conjuring visuals of being alone with him. His eyes have been telling her quite clearly for DAYS now, she didn't need a guide or Google to understand his intent. The way he gripped her waist in the shower was among the many clues... "You are an IDIOT ISHITA" her mind warned "HOW the hell did a conversation about the nite of Lohri end up becoming a invitation TO YOUR honeymoon?"Get AWAY ASAP" it screamed
He leaned forward, bent down and let his lips land on her collar bone, firm, strong, his stubble bruising her delicate skin on the neck..she shut her eyes instead of her nostrils to fight the scent of his cologne. "DUFUS!" groaned her mind...
He leaned forward, bent down and let his lips land on her collar bone, firm, strong, his stubble bruising her delicate skin on the neck..she shut her eyes instead of her nostrils to fight the scent of his cologne. "DUFUS!" groaned her mind...
She crushed Ruhi's blouse in one hand, and gripped the cupboard handle with the other. "She struggled for a breath, as she felt something moist and warm on her skin... "I don't care. I don't want to die, I will breathe now" she told herself. And let out a slow moan as air left her lips it sounded like a whistle... He was still below her collarbone... "Gentle Sweet Iyer boy" he was NOT. He knew what he wanted and he knew how to get it. "Bratty Punjabi men" she cursed in her mind... as her body shook trying to fight his onslaught... "Iyer boys were caring and tender and mild" "Raman Bhalla was a devil". The kind of boys Appa had warned her about when she enrolled in BDS at Maulana Azad. As if she didn't know. "I know Appa God is kind to them, good looking hotey hain aur paisa bhi khoob hota hai who bus ladkiyon ki izzat karna nahi jaante. Bus bikes fashion aur philanderering. Sab apne aap ko Ranbir Kapoor samajhte hain" she had declared smugly. She was now married to an extremely good looking, wealthy and successful, brooding PUNJABI man! 😳😉
The slow steady moist strokes on her skin yanked her back into the present.
He slowly raised his head and just stared into her eyes, not saying word...just observing her heavy breathing and the rapid rise and fall of her chest. "So I do affect her" he thought.
"Tum apne cooking ke scars necklace ki tarah pehankar ghoomti ho?" he asked softly. His tongue had stayed on longer than required and travelled farther than the scar. But she wouldn't tell him that. If she told him that he would know she noticed.
"It was an oil splatter, mujhe bahut zyada jala jab laga, aap kitne insensitive ho" she accused, refusing to admit the healing touch of his tongue on the scar. She was making vada and had accidentally inserted a wet ladle in the oil, during her single days..."Ruhi kidhar hai?" he asked into her eyes... "I don't know" she said... "You just kissed me? I don't know anything except how I feel right now" she thought... "Sangeet mein saree to nahi pehan rahi na?" he asked arrogantly. "Actually ek nahi do pehan rahi hoon" she said firmly, only to see him laugh..He gently placed his hand over hers on the cupboard and extricated it... as if allowing her to relax... "I am done for now. Go on... be yourself. But be wary of me."
"Iron nahi karogi Ruhi blouse?" he asked chuckling, eyeing the crushed mess in her right hand. Her fingers relaxed as the blouse fell of her hand. Mrs Bhalla walked in when she bent to pick it up, a young cousing brought Ruhi along and the squealed wanted to be picked up by Raman. "Ethhey ki kar raha hai?" Mrs Bhalla asked her son, "Tujhe kabse awaaz laga rahi hoon, banquet waala payment maang raha hai who bahar ki lighton ki"
Ishita stood inside the cupboard doors, composing herself. "Aur tu, kitni der kapde tay karegi, raat ko kya banwana hai?" she asked. Ishita didn't turn. "Ishita?" Mrs Bhalla hollered.
"Jee Mummyji" she said softly, "Bus do minute" she shut the cupaboard and turned.. "Kya hua galey mein? Mrs Bhalla asked approaching her. As her daughter in law placed her right hand completely over the red beard burn. "Who" she stuttered.. "Ma who Jhansi ki Rani hai, pichhle hafte jo Gwalior ko bachaane ke chakkar mein ladai hui, usme chot aa gayi hogi" he said his eyes laughing at her
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