Hola guys. Here is Part B of my drunken chronicles. No Shagun/Ashok here, this is pure Ishra. Will get back to my comparative story from Part 9.
Part 8B
Raman mentally kicked himself for the hundredth time.
"Gadhe" he told himself "Champagne bedroom mein pilani thi. Ab dekh, kaise waste ho raha hai yaar. Teri biwi toh talli ho gayi, lekin tujhe kya fayda beta?"
Ishita was sitting on a table just to the right of the dance floor, giving dental advice to the Manager. She had already given advice to the waiters and now that the band was on a break, the musicians were also lining up to get their own dental care tips. It was a slow night and apart from one table with a canoodling couple, the other diners had left.
Ishita had been dancing with Raman on the dance floor, having pulled him away from his dinner, when she had noticed one of the waiters grimacing silently. She had immediately diagnosed a sore tooth and so had started her free dental clinic.
Raman glanced at his watch. 11pm. If he was going to salvage anything of this night, then he had to get Dr Ishita Bhalla out of her samaaj se a avataar and bring his Jhansi Ki Rani back into his arms.
He motioned the Manager over. "Put the bill on my account" he drawled "And tell my wife you are closing up. Although yaar, bill toh mujhe bhejna chahiye, tum sub ko, yeh free dental advice jo le rahe ho, aur meri raat kharaab kar rahe ho."
"Ishita" he walked over to where his wife was demonstrating brushing techniques to the guitarist and violinist. "Yeh restaurant close ho raha hai. In logon ko ghar jaana hai. Chalo, hum bhi chalte hai."
The restaurant manager making affirmative noises on the background, Ishita allowed Raman to pull her to her feet, and entwined her hand with his, putting her head on his shoulder.
"Kitne bure hai in sab ke daat Raman"
"Toh hone do na yaar, tum ne saari Delhi ki daat ke thekha le rakha hai kya" he grumbled as he held the door open for her, and they stepped into the chilly Delhi winter night.
"Ramaaan, it's so beautiful. Kitni achi lagti hai sardi" Ishita ran and sat on the bonnet of their car, her head thrown back, her curls cascading down her back. "Abhi ghar nahi jaate hai na"
"Toh kya karna hai Madam?" Raman stood with his arms folded across his chest, a soft smile playing on his face, watching his wife. "Yeh Chennai nahi hai, jo mandir khule milenge tumhe. Yahaan toh bas nightclubs hi hai. Woh dekho, two doors down, woh Delhi ka sab se hip and happening club hai. Chalo gi?"
"Haan chalo na Raman" Ishita jumped off the bonnet and held out her hand to Raman.
He took her hand and pulled her close, until her face was just inches from his. "Dance toh ghar par bhi kar sakte hai na, apne bedroom mein."
"Bedroom mein?" Ishita smiled naughtily at her husband, nuzzling his nose with hers. "Aisi kaun si dance karwana hai aapko?"
"Tum batao. Ek sexy dance toh kitchen mein kiya tha, ab uski sequel bedroom mein kardo."
"Thik hai" she brushed his lips with hers. "Club mein chalte hai, phir aap mujhe kisi ek sexy si dance dikha dijiye jo aap ko pasand hai. Mein ghar ja kar kardoongi"
"Promise?" He asked huskily, his voice dark with desire.
"Promise" she laughed, pulling him with her down the sidewalk.
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The seventies music in the club thumped relentlessly, it's retro beats rising in a wailing crescendo. Raman put his arm protectively around Ishita as they walked in, his other hand entwined with her, his eyes glaring daggers at an inebriated young man who appeared to be checking his JKR out from head to toe.
"Kya dekh raha hey bey?" He growled menacingly at the man, even as Ishita giggled at him. "So sweeet. Aap jealous ho kya Raman?"
Raman tightened his arm around her. "Dekh lo jo dekhna hai, and then let's go home" he muttered.
"Dekhna toh aap ko hai na Raman, kaun si dance aap ko mujh se karwaana hai." She slid one hand onto his chest and smiled at him, causing his heart to beat just a shade faster, and his self control slip down a notch.
"Woh" he had seen a professional dancer hanging off a pole in a corner and he pulled Ishita towards her, hoping to get his wife to satisfy her learning venture so he could quickly take her home.
They stopped in front of the dancer, who immediately slid off the pole and into Raman's arms, pushing Ishita to the side in the process. The smile was wiped off Ishita's face as the dancer writhed provocatively in Raman's arms, grinding herself against him.
Raat baaki
Baat baaki
Hona hai jo
Ho jaane do
Dekho na
Socho na
Dekho toh ... Jaane ja...
Mujhe pyar se ...
Raman looked desperately at Ishita as the dancer continued to cling to him. He saw the smile disappear off her face, to be replaced by a look of hurt and then fury. And then his JKR stormed off.
"Sorry miss" Raman firmly removed the young woman from his arms and ran out into the night after his fuming wife
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"Ishita please yaar, get into the car"
Ishita had stormed off into the rapidly cooling foggy Delhi night and Raman had been trying for the past ten minutes to get her to sit in their car.
"No, mujhse baat mat karo" Ishita gave another injured glance at Raman before slumping suddenly onto the footpath, the ache in her feet unaccustomed to walking in high heels giving fierce competition to the ache in her unreasoning heart.
Raman sat down beside his wife with a sigh.
"Kya hua darling, do your feet hurt?" He asked her gently.
"Yes" she lifted her face to him, tears pooling in her eyes. "Sab aap ki fault hai. Mujhe chalna pada itni dur in jooton mein."
"I'm sorry darling, lekin tum ne hi toh kaha tha na ki tumhe koi dance dikhao jo..."
The threatened tears now dripped down Ishita's cheeks. " Dikhane ho kaha tha, uske upar chadne ko nahi. Aap toh..."
"Areh baba, please darling don't cry. Mein ne kya kiya, woh khud mere upar gir gayi thi. Mein toh ghar jaana chah raha tha, sirf apne biwi ke saath. Please darling, chalo car mein."
"She was very pretty na, aur youn...young bhi thi, aur aur kitni patli bhi thi..." Ishita's tears were now flowing in earnest, her hiccuping words thrown accusingly at her despairing husband.
The inebriated young man from the club had wandered out into the street and had come over to them, watching them open mouthed. Raman could take it no more. He stood up and lifted his struggling wife into his arms.
"I didn't notice" he told her firmly." Jab tum paas hoti ho toh mujhe tumhaare siwa kuch aur nahi dikhta. Enough now. Hum ghar jaa rahe hai. We had a deal, you made me a promise. Ab ghar chalo aur apni promise ko puri karo."
Ishita stopped crying and looked at her husband in wonder. They had reached the car and he put her on her feet as he turned to open the car door.
"Aap gusse mein kitne hot lagte ho Raman" she whispered to him as he held the door open for her.
His lips curved into a smile. "Ab aayi na gaadi raaste pe, beta" he muttered under his breath. "Ghar chalo, toh dikhaata hoon ki mein kitna hot hoon." He said aloud, closing her door firmly and striding across to take his own seat.
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"Ishita... Kya yaar, ghar mein chalo na pehle..."
Raman had just parked in his allocated car space below their apartment building, and had barely turned the engine off before his wife had launched herself into his arms.
"I'm sorry, Raman" she snaked her arms around his neck, her head on his chest.
"Ab kya hua. Sorry kyun ho?"
"Mein naraaz ho gayi thi aap par. Aap kitne aache hai, kitna kuch karte hai mere liye, mujhe naraaz nahi hona chahiye tha. But it was that girl. Kaise chu rahi thi aap ko. Mujhe toh uske aankh noch dene chahiye tha..."
She had lifted her head and was glaring at him now, her eyes flashing fire at the remembered incident.
"Woh gayi yaar, uski chodo. Andar chalo, apna promise pura karna hai tumhe" He hopped out of the car and opened her door, pulling her out. She grabbed him and hugged him tight.
"Mein toh uss se bhi sexy dance kar sakti hoon. Dikhaoon?"
"Pehle andar chalo" he pulled her to their front door.
"Ek choti si trailer bhi nahi chahiye kya? Darte ho?"
Raman gave in and pulled his wife into his arms. She turned around and pinned him against the wall, inches from their door. Her face was inches from his, her hands on either side of his head, his hands tight on her waist.
"Kya karoon aap ke saath?"
"You decide Jhansi ki Rani."
"Aap ne mujhe rulaya tha na. Punishment toh banta hai"
"Punish me then"
"Kaise?" Her voice had dropped to a whisper, his was husky with barely restrained passion.
He pulled her into himself and hungrily claimed her lips, his lips grinding against hers as she grabbed onto his hair, pulling him even closer, responding to his hungry lips with her own, her tongue duelling with his. It was minutes before they broke apart, both gasping for air, both hearts beating erratically.
"Inside. Now" he growled as he fumbled with his keys with one hand, the other arm around her. Her hands were on his waist and chest as she nuzzled his neck, distracting him.
"Raman" she moaned.
The key finally connected and the door flew open
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Abhi toh party shuru hui hai ...
The Bhalla living room was pulsating with loud music and laughter. Raman and Ishita jumped apart as they entered the flat and saw their entire clan dancing and running around merrily.
Romi saw them first and ran to them.
"Bhai Bhabhi aa gaye" he called out happily. "Ab aayega party ka mazaa "
For the second time that night, Raman Bhalla hit his forehead with his palm. "Oh no" he muttered. "Ab yeh kya siyaapa hai yaar"
Part 8C -Page 58
Edited by Veeann - 10 years ago
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