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Part 4
She closed her eyes anticipating the moment while he stopped and looked at it voicing, "Issme R likha hai na? Let me find it!"
She heaved a sigh of relief but then a part of her returned to her crazily desiring thoughts, yearning for him to touch her intimately and light her up in passion. Her heart seemed to squeal out...
Suno na suno na Kahe kya
Suno na suno na Dil mera
Suno na suno na Sunlo zara
Teri bahon mein
mujhe rehna hai raat bhar
Teri bahon mein Hogi subah
Beintehaan beintehaan
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She snapped out smacking herself for becoming so obvious and replied, "R toh hai but R for Raman nahi...R for Ruhi hai..."
Raman chuckled at her explanation and bailing out of this even before he said anything at all, "But maine toh usske baare mein kuch nahi poocha...Why are you jumping into explanations?"
Ishita felt trapped and searched for a reply while he went on, "mujhe sirf mehndi dekh ke R ko doondna tha...but I guess I will get more than what I really wanted to do..."
She looked at him, a little panicky at his double meaning dialog. She was still lost when she sensed his finger tip on her palm. His casual gentle gesture seemed to be doing much more inside her. Atleast to herself, she couldn't deny the sensual feelings aroused inside her by his touches. She always kept pushing and ignoring her own feelings but it was indeed getting tougher with each passing moment while he wasn't in any better state.
He started counting down the alphabets, "R...A...M...A...N"
With each fingertip, he spelled his name out and grinned naughtily at her, "Yeh Ruhi ka spelling toh nahi...akal ke saat saat English bhi bhool gayi, huh?"
She peeped into her own hands wondering how he spotted it because it was all camouflaged into the designs so well. Her head banged with his in the process and she jerked back in the shock. He faked an anger, "ab mujhe tumaare secret patha chal gaya toh mera sarr thodogi, huh?"
She shook her head apologetically, "Raman, sorry...galati se lag gaya"
He shot back instantly in a naughty tone, "but tumaare haat mein mera naam galati se toh nahi aaya na?"
She didn't know what to reply and tried to pull her hand back from him but his hold tightened as he didn't want to let her free so easily. He urged for a reply, "ek ghanta tumne uss bechaari ko tanq kiya aur itne perfection se mera naam design mein chupaaya, huh??...Well I am not surprised...baatein chupaana toh tumaari puraani aadat hai na?"
She stared at him while he continued, "aise kyun gurr rahe ho? Maine sacch hi kaha na? Don't you have lots of secrets inside you?"
Suddenly, she felt all charged up and questioned back, "I can ask the same to you Raman...aap bhi toh apne dil ke baatein chupaate ho"
He was caught now in her return question. His silence made her go on, "waise sochne waali baat hai...maana maine ek ghanta leke mehndi lagayi but why were you looking at me all that while?"
It seemed like he was already anticipating the question and was ready with the reply, "Ho ho Jhansi ki Rani, aise galat faymi matth paalo...tumhe nahi dekh raha tha...uss bechaari ko itna torture kar rahi thi aur mujhe taras aagaya..."
She pouted and was about to get up muttering, "Ab hogaya na...mehndi dekh li na?...So good night"
But he pulled her back chuckling and voiced, "Remember what Ruhi said?? Ek aur baar bang karo...warna sarr pe horn ke saat tum aur bhi bayanak lagogi..."
She smacked him in her mind for that but remained silent. Her face became dull each time he commented on her looks. He went on to bang her head once more before she could resist or react anything at all.
He didn't want her to go away but he wasn't able to tell it to her while she was too angry or rather hurt due to him to think anything on those lines.
She slowly pulled her hand away from his while he reluctantly let her go. For once she wished that he called her back and tell her that all those rude words he says are just mere pretences. She longed to hear something good from him which would tear away the false mask he puts on before her. But nothing happened, he let her go and she settled on the couch soon.
They both couldn't understand why it was so difficult to let go of all things which stopped them from embracing the happiness that stood waiting for them at their door step.
Sometimes, life does brings people to a strange juncture where we are in a dilemma of which is tougher, letting go of what we have been holding on till then or is it learning to start afresh in life?
Here, perhaps, Raman and Ishita are scared of doing both. The past has filled them with so much bitterness that even the thought of a fresh start scares them.
It was indeed a sleepless or rather a disturbed night for both. Questions regarding their life and future clouding them both.
Next morning, Ishita finishes the breakfast chores and is at her amma's house. Mihika and Vandu are busy comparing the darkness of their mehndi's. Ishita comes in and they are all impressed by her mehndi. It was the darkest of the 3 and Ishita showed it off with pride to her sisters.
Vandu looked at her hand, "Awesome Ishu...tumaare haathon mein sabse gheri rang aayi hai...awww its beautiful"
Mrs Iyer pitches in between and gestures as if to ward away evil eyes..Ishu ki nazar uthaarthi hai...
She rushes into the kitchen and Mihika is all set to tease her akka, "Akkaaa isska matlab samjhte ho aap?? It simply means that jiju loves you sooo much..."
She drags "soo much" too much and also stretches her hands to indicate that.
Ishita's smile vanishes that same instant and her face becomes dull. She mutters in a lost tone, "agar mehndi ke ghere rang se kismet bathalthi hai toh roz mehndi lagaathi..."
Her voice wasn't very loud but then both Vandu and Mihika heard it. Before they could probe into it, Ishita excuses herself saying that she has to give a bath to Ruhi. She goes away without looking back once more.
Vandu and Mihika looked at each other and felt a tad guilty for causing hurt to her. They both knew about Raman and Ishita's platonic relationship but they had assumed that things were getting better now. Ishita's reaction to Mihika's teasing had made them think otherwise. Oblivious to all 3, Raman had also heard it. He had come to call Ishita since Ruhi had woken up crying for her Ishima.
It was when he neared the door that he heard Ishita saying about her mehndi. He felt a little upset for having given that thought to his wife. He felt guilty that he hadn't given ample reasons to his wife so that she could believe that he loved her truly.
Perhaps it was an eye opener to him. He had to do something about it very soon.
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A few days pass by...Mrs Bhalla had gone back to London...
Late one evening, all in the family were out on some work.
Ishita came back from clinic to find the house empty and there was no current owing to some cable fault. She couldn't find the candle anywhere. She mentally scolded Neelu for having misplaced it and warded off into her room. It had been drizzling slightly and her saree was wet. She shut the door, deciding to change her dress before she fell ill.
She removed the pins that held the saree together and had just pulled away her pallu when the lights came on, all of a sudden. She was before the mirror and she shrieked out seeing the reflection on it. It was of Raman sleeping on the bed.
He was in deep sleep but her scream startled him out of his sleep. He sat up horrified. What he saw shocked him too or perhaps it was a surprise. She stood shocked with her pallu down. In an impulse, she tried to cover up and started to walk towards the door but the cover up was failing miserably as her hands trembled.
Before she reached for the door knob, Raman reached there and stood before her. He stood as if firmly decided that it was now or never.
She was still trying to wrap up her saree and she wondered what got into him. She muttered a quick apology, "sorry, woh mujhe nahi patha tha ke aap yahaan hai...galathi se...matlab..."
Her stammering words made him smile cheekily and he replied, "aise galathiyaan repeat karthe raho...I like it"
She stared at him while he added, his hands stopping her from rewrapping the saree properly, "hum dono pati patni hai...toh humaare beech yeh pardah kyun?? tum yahi aaraam se kapde change kar sakthi ho"
He somehow managed to churn out his inner most desire in words.
For a moment she wondered if she heard him right and replied when his naughty glint vouched for his words, "Humaare beech sirf yahi pardah dikha aapko, haan Raman??"
"nahi...sirf yahi nahi hai...aise bohat saare duriyaan hai jisske wajeh main khud hoom...lekin..."
"Lekin kya Raman?" Ishita accusingly asked not able to contain her anger and the pent up emotions.
"Lekin ab sab duriyaan mita dena chahta hoom...Humaare beech ke Ruhi keliye condition hataana chahta hoom...I want you as my wife Ishita..."
She tried to speak, "Raman..."
Her half-dressed state and the entire situation was giving a tremble to her body and her voice too!
He kept his fingers on her lips, "shhh...let me speak first..."
He went on when she became silent as his fingers brushed past her quivering lips, "Can't we give this life another chance, I mean a fair chance Ishita? Can't we try to make this marriage work?? Can't we be happy together, not just for Ruhi's sake but for us?"
As a closing line, he voiced huskily, "mujhe tumaare nasdeeq aana hai Ishita"
Her saree slipped away from her hands and all she could do was stand numbly listening to his talk. She was literally struck or perhaps lost in his words.
Khoya Hun Mein Aagosh Mein
Tu Bhi Kahan Abb Hosh Mein
Makhmali Raat Ki Ho Na Subah
Be Intehaan, BeIntehaan
Yun Pyaar Kar BeIntehaan
Hmm Hmm Hmm Hmm
Gusthakiya Kuch Tum Karo
Kuch Hum Kare Is Tarah
Hmm Sharma Ke Do Saaye Hai Jo
Muh Pher Le Humse Yahan
Haaan Choo To Liye Hai Yeh Jism Tune
Rooh Bhi Tu Chum Le
[To be continued]
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Edited by vidya.anand - 10 years ago
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