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C H A P T E R 1 5 R A B B A M E I N T O H M A R G A Y A O Y E
P A R T C
Chapter Edited by Dhara (@dsgirl)
Swamini found herself standing outside Ishita' bedroom. She contemplated on whether or not she should enter the room. Giving in to the temptation she pushed the door open only to walk into Raman Bhalla cuddling his wife and daughter cuddling in bed.
Raman Kumar Bhalla woke up to what could be his equivalent of heaven. Cocooned in his wife's arm and his lay his five year daughter who clung to his hand that lay on his wife's shoulder. Raman let a content smile grace his face as he watched his baby hold on to his finger. He lay there for a while in sleepy daze. A vibration of his cell phone broke his trance as he prepared himself to move away. He attempted to. He really did. He was halfway off the bed when his wife and daughter pulled him back to the bed. He smirked as he let himself fall back into their embrace. How could they be so similar. So alike. Carbon copies
"Papa, tussi na jao," mumbled his mini Punjab di sherni.
He grinned as he rested his arm on his pillow and his head on his palm.
"Raman, kaha jaa rahe ho?" mumbled his half asleep wife. He was too busy admiring them to have responded.
"Raman," she almost whined.
"Niche, meeting. We have to seal the take over. The team is meeting downstairs. Your father will give us a place to work on."
Truth be told Raman felt like a horrible person go leave his wife behind in the room full of hyenas. The worthless trash she called family. He felt like he was losing it, 'apne hi nazar mein gir jaana' as the old folk rightfully put it. He was responsible for this woman and their child. The woman who fought his battles single handedly. He vowed to fight hers. He knew she wasn't here out of her own will or desire. She was here because she felt like she owed her herself and Ruhi a closure to all this. And he was her default companion in every battle that she chose in life and vice versa.
"You know I understand none of this business jargon of yours."
Raman smiled as he looked at his daughter who snuggled closer to her mother who cooed at her attempts. His queen and their princess.
And then he remembered that these fools hadn't had their lunch yet and that the foot downstairs awaited them.
He leaned closer to his wife who had her eyes closed. Her eyes showed minute signs of fluttering. He knew she sensed his presence. He could tease her further. Affirmative. He moved closer. She could feel his hot breath on his neck. She felt her body shudder. She pressed her eyes closer to avoid him and control herself. Her mistake. He smirked as he moved even closer, knowingly adding to her misery. Tracing his free hand along Ruhi's shoulder and towards his wife, he wrapped his arm around her exposed waist. He swore to God that he heard her moan. And it sounded so good. He could do things just to hear that sound all over again. Pulling her even closer to her he took it upon himself to whisper into her ear.
"Chalo, niche chalein. It's way past your lunch time,"
She blushed as she cursed herself under her breath. Mentally hitting herself on the head she smirked He had done it again. His waking up routine.
"Go. Away, we're sleeping," she mumbled half heartedly.
Ruhi mumbled something equally incoherent and fell right back to sleep.
"I can always lift you up, you know," he smirked
"What happened to me being too fat,"
"Utha loon?"
"I'm up. I'm up. Why did I even marry you. You big bully." Ishita cursed as she attempted to rise. Ruhi snuggled closer to her in deep slumber. Ishita pointed to Ruhi. Raman rolled his eyes not really falling for her excuse as he helped Ishita sit up. Ishita used her hands to support Ruhi's neck and back. Ishita walked up and towards the mirror to check her appearance.
Post Raman's departure hours ago Ishita had successfully showered Ruhi, even answering to all her innocent questions and giving into her demands of a bubble bath. Exhausted from bathing Ruhi and then changing her into a presentable outfit Ishita had decided to take a shower herself. And she did. She had then walked on Ruhi fast asleep on the bed. Ruhi looked so angelic. Worth everything. She sucked on her thumb as her long wavy hair partially overfed her face. Ishita had then walked up to her baby and carefully pulled out her thumb out her mouth. She had then taken Ruhi is her arms as she roughly braided Ruhi's hair. Ruhi clung to her and Ishita too afraid to awaken her daughter lay down on the bed, and somewhere in her the thoughts that haunted her Ishita had fallen asleep.
"You look great," said her husband breaking her out of her reverie.
"You would say that even if I was dressed up in what could be equivalent of a sack with my makeup smudged and mascara running down my cheeks."
He chucked.
"Because you would look great even then. You internal beauty radiates and illuminates just how beautiful you truly are."
"Lies."
"No, now if you're done fishing for compliments, I suggest we take our leave, Mrs Bhalla,"
"Raavan Kumar,"
"Madrasan,"
They smiled as Ishita, now carrying a sleeping Ruhi, hinted at Raman to get Ruhi's flats. He did and made sure that she wore them too. And then he stopped mid air. Smirked. And with one glance at her he pulled away the band tying her hair in a lose bun. She looked at him with a questioning gaze as he ruffled through her hair, adding volume them. She shook her head as he bend down to wear his shoes. The snapping of his fingers brought her back to reality as he picked up his blazer, placing it on his arm. He attended a phone call as he ushered her out. Him leading the way.
And that is how Swamini saw them as she hid behind the pillar. In marital bliss.
And that was how Nalini saw them as he waited at the foot of the stairwell. Ishita was dressed in a tan color designer chiffon saree with delicate fabric, ancient weaves, embroideries, texture.The border decorated with Zardosi and embroidered work paired with embroidered halter neck saree blouse. She looked magnificent. Ethereal. She held her daughter in her arms as the child locked her tiny arms around her mother's neck. Raman Kumar Bhalla had his right hand against his phone as he attended a call and his left hovered over Ruhi's back. Ishita focusses on the stairs as her hair covered her face. And Raman took it upon himself to get them away from her face. He nodded as they reached downstairs. He was handed a package of what seemed to be food. He nodded as to what the man dressed in an expensive suit had to say.
He turned to Ishita as he gave her an over exaggerated motion of 'aao, padhariye Madamji'. Nalini stifled a giggle as Ishita rolled her eyes and walked forward. They had headed towards the love seat. Ishita had rested her head on Raman's shoulder the minute they had seated themselves. He had playfully pushed her head away with the help of his index finger. She had smirked and placed her head right where she did earlier as she proceeded to close her eyes.
RKB opened a spread of various dishes on the glass table placed in front of the love seat. Saag Paneer. Naan. Roti. Rice. Aloo Paratha. Various Pickles. Packaged drinks. Curd. A helping of butter. Sauce. Paneer Butter Masala. Aloo Gobi. And some sort of Pulao. Nalini's mouth watered looking at the dishes.
Raman watched Ruhi as he opened each package. His little rat sniffed the food half asleep. And Ishita did too, though his Madrasan wouldn't admit it.
"Papa, paladha" Ruhi murmured half asleep.
Raman smirked unbutton his shirt cuffs and pulled them away from his wrists. He then tore apart a small piece of the paratha, dipping it in his daughter 'must be' hot and sweet sauce he placed it in front of his daughters mouth, moving it away making her bit into thin air. He chucked at her plight. He smiled as she nibbled onto the tiny bit. Her eyes shut close, her fringe partly covered in her eyes and a smile on her face. Her head lay on his wife's bosom as his wife's head lay on his shoulder.
His wife so very cutely opened her mouth expecting her morsel. He sighed as served her a bit of each dish. Mixing the rice with the paneer he fed a spoonful of food. She closed her eyes as she bit into her food. He fed himself a spoonful as he sighed. Gone were the days where he could peacefully pick a random piece of leftover pizza, heat it and then spend the night over his new project. Now he played Mama sparrow to his sparrows. Life had taken a 360 degree turn he liked it. He loved it.
"Papa, that." Ruhi had instructed pointing over to the tumbler containing pulao. Ruhi let go of an arm around Ishita's neck, sitting up as Ishita held the tumbler for her daughter. Raman rolled his eyes. A wide awake Madrasan was hazardous as it is. A half sleepy one screamed red alert. He took the tumbler away from her, puckered his lips to a semi Ishita-ish pout, shook his head and placed her back on his shoulder. Ruhi giggled as she snuggled back into her mother's arms making most of her father feeding her.
"Ishu. Raman ko kyun trouble kar rahi ho. Just because he's too nice to say no." Madhavi pretended to scold Ishita as the fangirl in her mind screamed out in joy. She mentally noted to capture this moment. That Punjaban would never be able to beat this moment.
"Amma. Kaisi beti se shadi kar li meri." Raman flashed a visible smile as he 'whined'.
"Papa," Ruhi growled.
"Dekha. Mama ki carbon copy."
Ishita smirked as her Raavan Kumar complained to her mother. Their amma.
"Ruhi tumhare tarah Akdu nahi ban sakti. Tum Akdu ho. Ruhi nahi. Haina Ruhi."
Ruhi eagerly nodded as she tried bent forward to pick an Aloo Paratha adjusting Ishita's pallu as she bent forward along with her daughter. Raman as if on cue took it upon himself to adjust Ishita's pallu back into place his hands touching never to be ventured in a closet proximity then before. She blushed.
"Kyun, man mein laddu phoot rahe hai?" he whispered into her ear which gained him nothing but a shoulder clash.
"Lo thoos lo," he popped another roti into her mouth as Ruhi nibbled on her paratha.
"Kaise Maa - Beti se pala pada hai. Ruhi tumhare saath rehne bigad rahi hai. Mere saath aisa kuch nahi karti."
Ruhi and Ishita rolled their eyes. the usual Raman being Raman. Ruhi and Ishita mentally counted to three and on cue he started nagging like a bored old housewife as he fed Ruhi and Ishita. They took it for two minutes and then burst into fits of laughter. His 'hans kyun rahe ho, maine joke thodi mara hai' only gave rise to more laughter. And the lunch proceeded with head shaking from his side, instructions from his Madrasan and a lot of nibbling and fawning over their daughter. They had burst out laughing when his mild stubble flaunted a milk moustache. He had given them a funny look which made Ruhi giggle harder. Ishita picked her phone and clicked a selfie as Ruhi pulled his cheeks. He pecked Ishita on her cheek as she moved away at the grossness of lassi all over her cheek. Ruhi giggled and pulled mumbling something about asking him to shave. He nodded his head and promised her to shave.
"You need classes on Romanticism," claimed his wife as she dug her spoon into their common tub of ice-cream. Sharing ice-cream or dessert after every meal was a routine they shared now.
"Oh hello, Mihir ne Mihika ko aise hi nahi pataya." he replied as he pulled their daughter into his arms.
"Haan, dikh raha hai, "
"Dikh hi toh raha hai,"
"Kya use kiya tha, tumhare puraane condom tactics?" she stage whispered, thankful that a half sleepy Ruhi was too engrossed in her own daze.
"We can still take up on that, you know,"
"Chee, kuch bhi, kahaan bhi,"
Ruhi looked back and forth, her sleepy mind not really processing the conversation. She savoured over the delicious bread pudding, suddenly liking it better than the cold ice-cream that sent chills to her mind.
"Yeh har baat mein chi bolna zaroori hai kya,"
"Tum batein hi aise karte ho. Filter hi nahi hai,"
"Women like it when I talk dirty to them,"
Ishita stifled a laugh.
"Kaun? Sheila ki Jawaani, Shonali, Shagun ya woh Mihir ki fake sister?" she gave him a mock serious look.
And with that Ishita burst out laughing, followed by Ruhi and then eventually Raman.
"Tum na, tum Raavan Kumar hi acche lagte ho." Ishita mumbled between chokes of laughter.
"Par tum Madrasan bilkul acchi nahi lagti,"
"Kya karein Bhalla saab, shadi toh Madrasan se hi ki hai."
Through the conversation Ruhi was passed over to Raman. A bowl of ice-cream was shared between the three which was swapped to a portion of bread pudding given its delicacy. Little gestures here and there that were shared by the three were visibly noted as a sign of live and care by all those who watched the young family from afar.
Her feet crossed on the love seat, Ishita pulled Raman in for a side hug. The ice-cream tub almost toppling over. Ruhi held the ice cream from toppling over as her sleepy self shook her head at her parents.
Originally posted by: aaminah123
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