#1| IshRa : Meherbaan FF | Thread One - Complete. Moved to Thread Two. - Page 25

Originally posted by: AraBearxx

Yep. Free today.

Updating after I upload two fanfictions. :)

You owe me PMs.

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Originally posted by: prachi_vrushan

nice update
oops to this is d situation
update soon
thank god u updated
ittusa hi sahi

Originally posted by: AraBearxx

I haven't updated lol. :)

Originally posted by: prachi_vrushan

oops Lol
so its kind of precap
when u r updating BTW???

Originally posted by: AraBearxx

Yep. Free today.

Updating after I upload two fanfictions. :)

You owe me PMs.

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C H A P T E R 11 G A L L M I T T H I M I T T H I B O L

Chapter Edited by Dhara (@dsgirl)

Ishita had woken up that morning to Raman who had an arm around her face and the other in her hair, while she did the same. Like a toddler, she had fallen right back to sleep. Only to wake up hours later to find a smiling Raman look at her. He leaned shirtless on the bed post as her arms locked around his waist.

"Good Morning, Jhansi ki Rani." He had whispered in her ears as he observed her wake up. "Good morning Raavan Kumar," she had smiled right back at him as she hid her yawn in his chest.

"Waise, I was thinking. I don't know how to drape a lungi and it's so embarrassing to have someone drape it for you. So, sochta hoon practice karoon."

Ishita had just smiled at him as she sat up in bed.

"I'm serious, Madrasan. You sit here and I'll practice," Raman claimed as he picked a sheet from the bed and then proceeded to drape it around his waist causing Ishita's eyes to widen in realisation.

"Raman. Not that sheet. Woh mera favorite hai. Chee. Don't drape it around your waist. Kitna dirty hai." Ishita had exclaimed as Raman gave her a W*F look.

"Raman, mere bachpan ka sheet hai. I took it out to show Ruhi and then I forgot to put it back in. Mat karo na aisa."

"Raman, listen na baba. Uttaro na usse."

Raman processed to gracefully ignore her pleas as he continued struggling to tie the knot. Raman Kumar Bhalla, always got things done. Until, he felt Ishita tug at the sheet, almost touching his goods as she desperately attempted to untie the sheet that was draped around his waist. Despite being a father of two Raman felt heat rush to his cheeks and he placed his hands over his as he yelped, "Ishita, yeh to besharmi hai yaar. Kyun meri izzat lootne pe tuli ho, Madrasan? Ab bathroom mein ghuss jana kam pad gaya ki yeh sab kar rahi ho." only to have Ishita growl, "Raman, uttar o isse, abhi. Warna."

"Warna, warna kya Madrasan?" He made a feeble attempt to stare back at her. This woman was going to be the death of him. Not even god could save him now. His loss of concentration and Ishita's ferocious tugs almost landed them on the floor if he hadn't balanced himself and her too. He stood shirtless with a falling Ishita in his arms, her hands tightly clutching his 'lungi'.

"Why meri Madrasan, aaj pati ke kapde utarne ka bada shauk hai. Chal, utar he lete hai."

"Haan, Mr Bhala. Start stripping. Chale, hum bhi dekhe iss hot body ka kamaal."

"Bold, I like it."

"I know you do. After all biwi takkar ki hai." Ishita winked as she balanced herself, pushed Raman onto the nearest wall and untied her sheet off his waist leaving him gaping at her as he stood in his pajama pants, smiling to himself.

"Raman, I'll shower first, you can gladly take the second place. And I will borrow your clothes once again, pati dev." Ishita winked at him as she walked towards the adjoined washroom.

A while later and several cold showers later Raman was treated with the sight of his wife dressed in his plaid shirt and one of his jeans with her hair pulled back into a messy ponytail. Her face devoid of makeup but minimum kohl that adorned her eyes, minimum concealer and a tinge of lip balm. Raman leaned against the door frame as he admired the beauty that was his wife.

Fingers clicked before him, snapping him out of his admiring gaze. His wife stood in front of him smiling a smug smile as she shook her head, fixed a stray strand of hair on his head and walked away.

Raman placed the keys to her wardrobe back on the dresser. She would find them later, he grinned.

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Swamini grimaced as she recollected the conversation she had overheard the night before. Had that girl no shame? First she kisses her ex on the day of his wedding - in public and then she shows up all these years later with an almost five year old kid - a kid who resembled Ishita to the t. Swaying shrugged off the idea that the kid could ever be Subbu's but who knew what went on behind closed doors. Fifty four months of age added to nine months of pregnancy added up to five years and six months. With a sinister grin on her face Swamini wondered if it took Ishita only a year and a half to get over a relationship of twelve years.

"Ishita married a drunkard with two kids' Swamini remembered Nalini's mother-in-law state. She dusted her towel that was previously wrapped around her wet hair in an attempt to drying out. Ishita's husband. Drunk? Old? Two kids? Swamini hadn't really met Ishita's husband - all she knew was that he was some Raman Kumar Bhalla and that everyone was crazy about him - per se. Not roaming in the business curls, she hadn't really known him but she was going to find out about him. Subbu would know.

"Abhilan," she cooed at her grandson as her son-in-law check his cell phone for updates while her daughter completed dressing him up. Turning towards her son-in-law she proceeded to question him, "Waise, Subbu, you're in the corporate world, right? Who is this Raman Kumar Bhalla?"

Nalini visibly stiffened.

"He's the guy who recently took over the group of companies that I work for. A Delhi based entrepreneur who rules over the corporate world. He heads the leading corporation in the nation, running hand in hand with the likes of Ambani's and Tata's. Quite a scandalous personal life if you ask me." Subbu began explaining as they walked out of his bedroom and towards the main rooms downstairs. "Rumor has it that he divorced his ex-wife - a top notch socialite- only to marry his current wife days into the divorce but then no official statement mentions his ex. It's just RKB, his wife and their daughter. Though I haven't formally met or seen his family given the high security surrounding them post his wife's almost kidnap incident, those who have met her call her out to be a rare Indian beauty."

Subbu stopped to stare at Ishita who walked down the stairs with a content smile on her face as she spoke into her cell phone. The question was, why the heck was she dressed in menswear.

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"Akka and jiju, matching matching. Waise, tell me aaj jiju ke kapde kyun pehne hai? I mean, not the first time but yeh ghar thoda hai."

"Ruhi."

"My baby matchmaker."

"Mihir ka breakfast?"

"He can gladly go to hell ff he thinks I'm cooking something other than the things here for him." Mihika fumed.

Ishita rolled her eyes as she picked vegan sausages, vegan bacon, baked beans, olive oil, mushrooms, cherry tomatoes, curry masala as she instructed Mihika to prepare the ingredients for a cheese omelette.

As Mihika prepared the cheese omelet, Ishita placed the vegan sausages into a girdle, popping in the mushrooms followed by the tomatoes. She then proceeded to heat the beans and Mihika cooked the "bacon".

Ishita brewed some coffee for herself and tea for Mihir whilst Mihika got the fresh orange juice ready.

Ishita placed the bacon', sausages', omelette, cherry tomatoes, mushrooms, baked beans as she prepared plates of breakfast for Bala, Mihir, Mihika and Raman as she sipped on her coffee.

She had failed to see Raman descend the stairs in all his majestic glory dressed in a short sleeved check shirt with the top few buttons left open paired with white dress pants and flip flops - his hair gelled into place. He gave the people present as he passed an acknowledging nod as he walked towards the dining room and picked up Ishita's cup of coffee.

"Raman, jhooti hai."

"Toh?"

"Nahi peeni chahiye."

Raman smirked, as he leaned closer into Ishita's face and whispered, "Kehte hai jhoota peene se pyaar badta hai." He then turned to Amma and exclaimed, "Amma, nashta do na, I'm famished. Kaisi beti hai apki subah subah atyachar karke nashta bhi nahi deti."

"Haaw. Pehle mere coffee pe kabza and then meri Amma se meri complain."

"Yeh meri Amma, meri amma kya laga rakha hai. Meri bhi Amma hai tumne hi kaha tha, jo mera tha voh tera hai. Bhool gayi, Madrasan?"

"Tum dono ko mein Ruhi ke saath school bhej deti hoon. Yaha pe bhi shuru ho gaye." Madhavi smiled as she walked towards them. "Itne late wake up karte ho, it's 8 am, chalo have your breakfast and practice pe lago. Raman, Mihir said that you're free this morning, so practice."

Originally posted by: Liashna

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