Ishra TS: Inn Lamhon ke Daaman mein Last Part - Pg 6 - Page 4

Originally posted by: Nichuss

change karne mein main help kartha hoon

kyun?? tumaare pati hoom na??

toh yeh sab karne mein kya problem hai?

right que at right timing,.. but i loved it

Originally posted by: NATURESHIVANI

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And this to amazing

Loved it I am sure you are born writer

Hello YHMians...back with 2^nd part...hope u all like it...

Kids and innocent souls pls stay away because its not for you...others do have a bottle of cold water...dont scold me for not warning u! 😉

I dont know if this made sense or if it is good enough but then this was what i could come up with...I think I have written something similar before too but romance aur passion ka ABCD toh same hai...so really cant avoid similarities in my writing...tried to make it a different read and hope u find it good!

Not proof checked...so pls excuse errors...

Thanks to every like and comment for the previous post...

SO here it it...Inn Lamhon ke Daaman mein ka part 2

Part 2

She disagreed again when he shut her up with his words, "kyun??? Tumaare pati hoom na?? toh yeh sab karne mein kya problem hai?"

He was already at the ward robe pulling out one of her loose and comfortable nightwear while she kept muttering, "No Raman...aap kaise...nahi nahi...this is fine Raman..."

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He came back to her but her protests against what he offered to do for her continued. He could see that a strange fear lurked in her eyes and his sharp mind also knew the reason. Even though they were husband and wife, they have never shared such a private moment before. So it was indeed an awkward situation, especially for her. Perhaps this was a God given situation to get over that distance which separated them. Afterall he was her husband and he had every right over her but even then their equations so far didn't allow him to go on without her whole hearted consent.

From his side, he was indeed ready to take this step forward to ease away the awkwardness but he had to know if she was ok with it.

He gently held her hand and focused on what her eyes and expressions said as he asked, "Ishita, do you really have a problem if I do it for you?"

Ishita looked at him from her lowered eye lashes. She didn't know what to reply. Yes of course, he could do anything for her. He had every right over her but then something stopped her from nodding a yes. She just whispered, "Raman...hum kabhi aise..."

He spoke up when he saw her searching for words to reply, "Socho agar main iss haal mein hota toh kya tum meri help nahi karthi?"

He had in simple terms brought out the obvious reality that at the end of the day only a husband a wife shared the most close, intimate relationship and in such situations they were the ones to help each other. Such intimate matters are to be confined just between them. She could only say yes to that question.

He smiled at her hesitant yes and then replied, "Then just let me help you with this!"

Ishita managed to nod to him. He nodded back and then went to the door. For the first time ever after their wedding, he bolted the door voicing, "I don't want anyone to barge inside without knocking"

She shyly looked away as he took her night clothes and walked back to her, "Pehle kapde bathlenge"

She looked at him enquiringly when he added, "phir tumhe restroom le chalunga...no way I am letting you go anywhere alone"

It was majorly concern from him but then did he even realize what he was saying. She couldn't even look at him after he said that. She was too embarrassed to meet his glance.

Oblivious to all that, he came back to her and slowly tugged her saree pallu but then he stopped instantly looking around. The lights were all on and he realized how embarrassing it could be for her. He went back to switch off all the lights. Of course the moon light and the streetlight seeped in through the curtains illuminating the space a little but that was unavoidable.

Though it relaxed a little, she didn't know how she was going to handle this situation. Even if nothing was romantic in it and it was just a help or a duty that he was going to do, she couldn't refute the truth that she was indeed scared of the intimacy that the whole situation demanded. Moreover, she didn't trust her body too. It could react strangely to his touches and she would have absolutely no control over it. She felt a little sceptical that he would know what she hid deep inside her.

As if nothing of this was a big thing for him nor it would affect him, he came to her without any further talks.

In the dim glow, he could only see an outline of her body near the bed. His eyes were just on her face, and trying hard not to cross any of his limits. He didn't want to break her trust in him in any way. His hands moved to her shoulders to remove the pin of her pallu. The last time he tried something like this was during her hand injury and in the attempt to look away, he had pricked his fingers. This time, he chose to be more careful and that couldn't be done without looking at her. His fingers brushed past her smooth shoulders though he tried his best not to put them both into weird sensations. She muttered as her hands stopped his, "Raman yeh main karloongi na? I just need a support from you...aap rehne dho..."

Yeah she was right. He just had to hold her in case she felt dizzy but apart from that, she could do the actual changing. He had also intended the same initially but somehow he wasn't able to stop with just that. He went on to do it himself while she kept voicing her half minded denials. May be somewhere deep inside, she was liking it too. Moreover, when had he listened to her in such matters!

As her pallu dropped down, he untucked the pleats at her waist and pulled her saree slowly from around her making her entire body shake due to his faint yet tantalizing touches around her waist. She shuddered each time his fingers curled at her waist and shyly kept saying, "Raman...aap uss taraf mudho...Just hold me if I lose balance" but with each roll around, her voice faded into mere whispers. He wasn't anyways taking in any of her denials seriously too.

When he felt that she was losing balance as he turned her around, he forcefully rested her onto his body as his hands worked on the saree. She stood numbed by his actions like a doll in his hands. He was no less in handling her with care as if she was delicate like glass. His hands were playing on her or rather tormenting her senses with the feathery gentle touches.

She shivered and felt a tingling shrill rising up her spine. A part of her was amazed about how her body was indeed prone to all such sensations despite her mind's constant refusal of what she actually felt for him. Every mask or pretence teared away in those moments. Her hands itched to clung onto him, embrace him and grab him closer to get a feel of his entire body against hers.

His situation wasn't any better from her. The gentle feel of her warm soft body so close to him and his accidental rubbing on her bare skin were making things difficult for him as well but he controlled all his primal masculine urges. If he were to give in to his craving for her, he would have pushed her into the bed and made passionate love to her. He knew that she would never deny him for that but he didn't want it to happen in such an impulsive moment. Or rather, he wanted both of them to be sure that it wasn't just physical attraction, lust and the raw want for each other. He seemed quite oblivious to the obvious reality that he was trying to fool himself by questioning his true emotions.

His desires for her wasn't something he could hide for long and this night was proving to be a real test for all his self controls.

Her blouse was yet another challenge for him. He inched closer to loosen the dori at the back. The task was easy but he had to take a lot of effort to pull back his hands after unknotting the dori but little did he know that the real test was yet to come.

The darkness and then his incompetence to doing such trivial things made it all the more difficult. The hooks were giving his fingers a tough competition. He couldn't stop his thoughts from wandering down the memory lane to the day when he saw her stitching one of such hooks. He shook his head thinking about how his dream fantasy had come true in this way! Oh wait, his mind voiced and questioned himself if he had really dreamt to do what he was doing right now. All he could do was sheepishly smile.

The difficulty in releasing the hooks made him realize that Raman Bhalla was a novice in many things. This was perhaps one of them and he naughtily grinned at his own thoughts. Though his grin confused her, she didn't dare to speak anything, rather she wasn't in a state to talk.

As he touched at the most sensitive places on her she gasped and she tightly grappled the bed sheets for support. Her gasp told him what effect he made on her. By instinct, she leaned towards him to give him more access and both never knew when her hands came forward to rest on his shoulders. He could feel her rapid breaths and her pounding erratic heart beats racing against his own heart beats.

He felt his controls unleashing away when his hands strayed along her bare back as he eased away the blouse off her. He allowed his fingers stay longer than needed on her soft skin as if hugging her for a brief moment.

Her head rested on his shoulders and he too leaned to her bare shoulders. His warm breath fanned her exposed skin making her weak and almost dissolve into him. He couldn't resist himself from gently pecking her shoulders but made it look like an accidental kiss. A long moment passed by trying to gather themselves up from the tremors caused inside them. He was the first to part from her but the reluctance was evident in his body language.

He realized that making her wear the kurti was a lot easier. Pulling it over her head, he helped her wear it by tucking her hands into the respective sleeves. She obliged to every command of his without a resent.

Hesitantly, she told him that she would do the rest by herself. She could wear the pyjamah sitting back on the bed and he agreed, partly also because he knew that a few more touchy moments with her and he wouldn't be able to stop himself from doing something irrevertible and perhaps cause a regret to her. Well deep inside him, he knew that she wouldn't regret any of this.

Once she was done with it, he switched on the light.

Though it was awkward and he had done it due to the difficult situation they were in, he felt an unexplainable happiness doing it all for his wife. Essentially, he knew that he had broken the transparent barrier that stopped them from getting closer. It wasn't different for her either. Her Raman, her husband gave her the feeling of being his wife for the first time. His touching her so intimately as if claiming her as his wife in the real sense was truly enticing and gave her a completed feel already. It felt as if she was complete as his wife now.

The enchanted night was indeed freezing all their thought processes.

In lamhon ke daaman mein, paakeja se ristey hain
Koyi kalma mohabbat ka dohratey farishtay hain
Khamosh si hai zameen, hairaan sa falak hai
Ek noor hi noor sa abb aasmaan talak hai

Nagme hi nagme hain jaagati soti fizaon mein, husn hain saari adaon mein

Ishq hain jaise hawaon mein

Nagme hi nagme hain jaagati soti fizaon mein, husn hain saari adaon mein

Ishq hain jaise hawaon mein

He held her hand when she stood up and that's when he saw that she had missed the buttons of the kurti. He turned her to face him and his hands mindlessly went on to button it up. He couldn't think of anything but her. Perhaps the moments which passed had an intoxicating effect on him. Her magic seemed to grow inside him and his logical mind ceased to exist at those moments. He didn't think twice but just leaned towards her and kissed her collarbone which she never expected but she seemed to like such sweet surprises.

He took a quick breath of her feminine scent which filled up his senses making him groan in the pleasure it gave him. May be he was tempted or she looked so ravishing that he couldn't hold it back.

But soon he snapped out and smacked away his drifting thoughts. He didn't look at her again but just took her to the restroom. He stood outside to give her space and privacy but kept the door ajar so that he could rush to help in case she needed him.

After she was done, he took her back and made her lie down comfortably. Pulling up the blanket on her, he switched off the lights except the night lamp.

Stroking her hair gently, he said, "Ab aaraam se so jao Ishita...agar kuch chaahiye, just call me...akele uttne ki khoshish matth karna...samjhi?"

She now nodded half heartedly as she was all lost in him today. All she wanted was to stay in his arms and never wanted this magical night to end. She couldn't tell him anything openly but her eyes were letting out all her deep hidden secrets. His care, his affection, his warmth and perhaps his desires and love...everything around him had left her totally hypnotized.

He smiled and then reluctantly got up from her side muttering, "bohat garmi hai aaj...kuch dher AC chalaa loon? Tumhe problem toh nahi hogi na?

He wiped his forehead and also continuously shook up his shirt as if he was sweating profusely.

She silently nodded while both knew what the heat was all about. No AC or cold shower could cool down or rather put off what was set ablaze by the moments that just passed by.

The warm sensation of her skin on his finger tips, her body heat which flowed onto him each time she rested on him, the sweet taste of her skin on his lips...all of it, all of her were still taunting his senses and had no intentions of setting him free.

Kaise Yeh Ishq Hai
Kaisa Yeh Khwaab Hai
Kaise Jazbaat Ka Umda Sailab Hai

Kaise Yeh Ishq Hai
Kaisa Yeh Khwaab Hai
Kaise Jazbaat Ka Umda Sailab Hai

Din Badle Raatein Badli
Jeene Ke Andaaz Hi Badle Hain

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