IshRa OS - Raat Bhar...

IshRa OS - Raat Bhar..

"Raat bhar aise hi rehne ka irada hai kya?" he asked her. Ishita nodded. She was too happy today to worry about her growing feelings for Raman or to deny them. "Chhodo mujhe. Mujhe aur bahut kaam hai. Tumhari tarah nahi hoon, din bhar tafri nahi karta main. Arey chhodo mujhe!" Raman yelled at her. She shook her head indicating no.

Raman could only stare at her. It seemed like she was turning the tables on him. He had been the one teasing and flirting with her all day yesterday after he'd overheard her confessing her feelings for him. Yes, he had heard every word of what she'd said but her obvious discomfort and embarrassment told him that she wasn't ready just yet to acknowledge her feelings in front of him. She wasn't ready just yet for them to move forward in their relationship. So, he'd lied that he hadn't heard her and the instant relief on her face had told him he'd done the right thing. He didn't want her going all embarrassed and shy around him. He liked her as his Jhansi ki Rani with her razor sharp tongue and intelligent wit. But right now, he was witnessing a different side to her. Was she teasing him? Was she really flirting with him? Had she just refused to let him go? Had she really just said she didn't mind being in his arms all night long? That question brought such vivid images to mind, Raman felt like groaning. No! He couldn't let her get an upper hand on him like this. Two could definitely play this game, he thought as he tossed the file he had in his other hand aside and pulled her closer, both his arms encircling her waist. "Achcha.. Tho phir kya irada hai?" he asked her in his huskiest voice possible.

Ishita swallowed nervously. She hadn't really thought it through before she'd admitted she didn't mind being held all night or refusing to let him go. Now, looking at the changing emotions playing across Raman's face, she realized she'd be a fool to bait him on. "Kuch.. Kuch nahi.. Main tho bas aise hi.." she fumbled, trying to push him away. He tugged her closer and whispered into her ear, "Aise hi kya Ishita? Abhi tho tumne kaha ki tumhara raat bhar meri baahon mein rehne ka irada hai.." When he worded it that way, it sounded so wrong.. and so right.. Ishita struggled to free herself from his hold before she ended up saying or doing something even more foolish but ended up tripping again and falling on the bed with Raman on top of her.

She was such a sight, Raman thought to himself. Her gorgeous hair was splayed out on his pillow, her eyes were closed, her trembling lips were parted and her cheeks were tinted in a deep blush. Was this how she would look when he made love to her? He couldn't help but wonder. No! He couldn't lose his control. He was only teasing her. There was still time till they became one, he reminded himself. "Batao na Ishita.. Raat bhar kya karne ka irada hai?" he asked softly. He didn't have to make his voice husky this time. He bent down to slowly nuzzle the column of her neck.

She shivered from the sensations coursing through her. His stubble brushed against the skin of her neck and Ishita thought she was going to die from the pleasure of the sensation. God! The way she was reacting to just a grazing of his stubble against her skin, she was sure she would die if he ever kissed her; shatter into a million pieces if he ever made love to her. When she'd gotten married to him, she had had no expectations from this relationship. She had resigned herself to the fact that she would have a loveless relationship; she would never know how it was to be loved by a man and she didn't want to either. But now, she craved his touch and his love. She craved to be his, in every way possible. She clutched as his shirtfront tighter as she fought a losing battle with herself. "Raman," her voice was barely a whisper.

He should stop, he kept telling himself. This had gone too far, he reminded himself. They weren't ready yet, he yelled at himself. But he couldn't seem to stop himself as he nuzzled the column of her neck down to her collarbone and back up to the curve of her earlobe. He had loved her for so long, had wanted her for so long, had waited for her for so long.. When she whispered his name ever so softly, he could hear her passion in her voice. How he wished to hear her say his name while they hit the throes of passion together. With the last shred of control he had left, he finally moved off of her and turned away.

Ishita took a few seconds to calm her erratic heart beat before she got off the bed. She looked towards Raman hesitantly. He was standing by the window. He slowly turned towards her. The look on his face spoke volumes - of how he wished the moment had not ended right then, of how thin his control had worn and more than anything, how much he loved and desired her. Ishita felt her heart pick up speed again. She hoped her eyes conveyed what she felt too - that she would wait for the moment when he wouldn't have to stop, when the unsaid words between them wouldn't place the invisible barriers that had made them stop tonight and that she loved him and desired him just as much. Not trusting herself to stand there any longer before she threw herself in his arms, Ishita made a hasty exit out of the bedroom, leaving behind a smiling Raman.