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Warning: I was supposed to write in the genre of romance.But in this OS, there is a very little bit touch of angst too. Hop you can bear this.
Listen To Me
Ishita stood under the shower, with closed eyes, letting the lukewarm water sluice through her hair, down her face, over the arch of her neck. The drizzles of warm water falling incessantly touching her pale cream color skin, waking up every nerve of her. But, its not helping much in alleviating her exhaustion. She is tired and sleep is just a wink away from her eyes.
She wrapped herself in a fluffy white towel before coming out from the wash room, only to be greeted by the enthralling image of his husband, sleeping half naked on the bed, his Tee shirt was some where on the floor, near the bed.
She made a sigh before heading towards the bed. She picked up the Tee and kept it on the bed side table. Her eyes inadvertently took the sight of him which is impossible to ignore.The streaks of morning light entering through the curtains is draping his body, highlighting the features of his chiseled face, and his hair fell over his fore head is adorning his face.
She then involuntarily bent, just a little, her damp hair blanketed his face, the drops of water sliding down from her hair are falling on his forehead making him frown; She immediately moved away, turned back to leave only to feel a tug at her elbow and the next moment landing on the bed.
Raman swiftly rolled her beneath him, supporting his weight on his elbow, hovered over her; He ran his face along her neck, and then burying in her hair, breathing in the intoxicating smell of her shampoo, which was something like green apple.
"Let go of me,I'm getting late to my work" she tentatively said, ignoring those simmering sensations that are evoking in the pit of her stomach. Raman looked at her face finally, completely, for the first time in that morning, only to confront those fluffy blood shot eyes, which were indicating her condition, lack of sleep.
"Why do you up this early? you should sleep some more time"
"So that I can be late to my clinic.Today too?" she replied sarcastically.
"You didn't sleep much, last night." he stated as if she doesn't know that.
"Because of you" she accused.
"Excuse me! Why are you blaming me completely.." he said, tilting his head and showing the nail marks on his neck.Nail marks of her. She looked away embarrassed of his brazen talk, before smacking his fore head and making him chuckle.
"Well..Okay..That's not the point. I've so many things to do at home and I can't ignore my profession too.Now please leave me" she asked earnestly. But he didn't leave her neither replied anything. Then he did what he felt to do.
His rough yet tender palm covered her eyes, applying as less pressure as he possibly could, made her close her eyes. She can feel his warm breath touching her skin. "S.l.e.e.p N.o.w" he whispered, enunciating each syllable, that was more like a lullaby. The warmth of his palm, which was still covered her eyes is, seeping into her, making her dazed.
She almost drifted into the valley of sleep, but almost at the same second disturbed by listening a sound, which was suddenly invaded.Its the ring tone of her phone, this realization caused a further realization that she couldn't sleep.
Her hand moved blindly, towards the source of sound. But before she could catch her phone, he caught the mobile, his hand which was covering her eyes previously is now busy in switching off her phone.His another hand is still around her waist.
She opened her eyes,she can see him holding her phone away from her."Raman, Leave me..give me my phone" she snapped trying to get up, but his grip on her waist tightened. She was trying to remove his hand, struggling under his hold.
And in a spur of moment, in the process of struggle, her head hit to the head board of the bed, not hardly, but, hard enough to give her some pain. 'Ouch' escaped from her lips, her eyebrows scrunched in pain.
"Sorry,sorry--" he quickly whispered at the very immediate moment, that he realized, she is in pain.The mobile is slipped off from his hold,and now, his hand instinctively touched her head.
He was about to do something to alleviate her pain, but she shrugged of his hand, glaring at him, irritated. Raman was astonished by her reaction:Its not seemed like or supposed to be, for the thing just happened.
He unwrapped his hand, which was cradled her waist, moved away from her giving some space. Ishita got up and sat on the bed, fastened the towel properly, adjusting her still slightly damp hair, she muttered something under her breath, incoherently, something inaudible to him, but that something made him understand she is angry with him.
He got up and sat opposite to her, facing her.Taking her hand into his. He slid his fingers into hers, entwining them, squeezed her palm lightly, trying to feel her, trying to understand her."You Okay?" he inquired, looking at their entwined hands, and then straightly into her eyes, his thumb is making patterns in her palm."Ishita.. answer me! Did I do anything wrong?"
"Of course,You didn't Raman, You only do right things.You go on deciding what right for me and doing it, without listening to me, so that you can become a most caring
husband...But the truth is I'm actually suffering because of your own decisions and..."
she suddenly realized that she talked too much and went overboard.Her sleepiness and nagging thoughts of work related things, made her talk something that she, herself doesn't know the meaning.
"So,I'm not listening to you?" she listened his hurtful voice,which was very low.
Now she know, her words caused him pain, though he is not saying that.She knew him well enough to know that he never will admit that she caused him pain."I love you" she whispered those three beautiful words that she already said million times, but never felt to tired of saying one more time. And then she crawled on to him, adjusting herself in his lap, placing her hands around his neck.
After looking into his eyes for a long second, she nuzzled her face in the crook of his neck only to make him, inhale sharply. "I know, you love me and I love you too but , that's not the answer to my question" he mumbled against her hair, and then moving slightly away from her face, cradling her waist, stared into her eyes, giving her a cue that he is not going to leave her until she answers him.
"Whatever I said to you is just in the heat of moment..I wasn't in good mood, I'm getting late to my clinic but you were forcing me to sleep, and there are so many pending appointments I've to take up" she replied, choosing the words carefully, not wanting to hurt him anymore.
"This is not the answer to my question either, So, I'm not trying to understand you and I'm not listening to you right?" he answered his own question, sadness brimmed in his eyes, making her gasp.
She didn't know what can she say to make him feel better.Without thinking much she pressed her lips on his bare shoulder earning a audible gasp from him; her lips make their way, slowly, from his shoulder blade to his neck making him stiff, making him hold her tight, his breath became uneven and his spiraling thoughts too.
The decision of their marriage, and the little span of their marriage life had brought, enough enjoyment and happiness, by correcting those mirroring errors in their
lives. And love? It happened eventually, even before they realized that they're in love-- they drowned into that love, head over heels, unhindered love clouded with passion. But, still there is something amiss in their lives, may be a sense of familiarity.
Its not that they're not at all familiar with each other, but, Its only that they're not yet familiar enough to avoid those frequent misunderstandings between them.The foundation of their marriage is not the love but their common love for Ruhi. Later, they've realized their love too, but, unlike any other normal couple, the inevitable responsibilities, at a very early stage of their relationship,left a very little amount of time for each other, which is too less to help them, to become more familiar with each other.
Raman's train of thoughts halted when he felt her body limp against him.It didn't take much time to understand, she is sleeping, quite unbelievable but that's what exactly she is doing. Sleeping. In his lap; her chin is on his shoulder, her breath is even and he felt her body is relaxed. Raman made her lay on the bed before covering her with a comforter.
--
"You should have woke me up" she said to him who was clasping the cufflinks of his suite, stood before the Dressing table."Why should I?" he replied sternly, looking at
the image of her, in the mirror, who was looking at him angrily sat in the middle of the bed.
"How insensitive you're.." she was saying but stopped,when she saw the pale green color chiffron saree at the bed side table and then she saw: a plate of break fast, a mug of coffee and her hand bag set all ready.
"You did all this?" she asked skeptically, a little overwhelmed by her sight, and trying to believe her eyes.
"Yes, I did.. but the breakfast was made by Neelu.I just brought here to save your time" he said coming towards her. He sat beside her when he listened her asking "Ruhi?"
"I get her ready for school and Romi will drop her. And by the way I want to listen to you today, completely, you can ask me anything"
"You don't have to do this, Raman"
"I really want to do this, Ishita" he said taking his Lap top.
"I'll wait for you.Get ready fast" he added, typing something. She was taking the saree in her hands."Eat the break fast first, Its getting cold" she listened him saying."Then feed me, listen to me" she said with a challenging tone, quite irritated with this deal.
"Feeding you? Are you four?"
"Were you four? When I've feed you, the very first day I entered into this home"
The images of that day prickled back into his mind.The very initial days of their marriage.They used to do things only for Ruhi.
"That was just for Ruhi" he replied.
"Then you do this, now, just for me..any way, you said you'll listen to me?"
Raman took the plate without any further arguments, and seconds later he took a little piece of Idly, dabbling it in Sambar kept in front of her lips.She moved forward, taking the piece in her mouth, her lips skimmed his nails, licking his finger tips in a seemingly accidental manner but the truth is: she intentionally did that.
And in the next moment she was annoyed to see his plain face,there wasn't any reaction from him,even if there was any, he successfully hided it. In next few minutes he continued the same thing just feeding,doing nothing else; he isn't even talking anything which annoyed her some more.He promptly scuttled down from the bed, as soon as the Idly completed, and left the room: to wash his hands, and to keep the plate in kitchen.
By the time when Raman returned to their bed room, he saw the image of Ishita draping saree.The saree which was selected by him. He reluctantly averted his gaze before
sitting on the bed, taking his Laptop , trying to type something but absolutely typing nothing.
She was holding the Pallu with one hand, and trying to tuck the Pleats of saree with another hand, but in a fleeting second of her carelessness that was dropped from her
hand. This was the third time and she felt nothing seems working today.
"Raman, will you help me" and in the next minute, she saw him near her, knelt down at her feet, taking the saree which was pooled down on the floor.He painstakingly did the pleats before moving up and tucking them under her petticoat and in that process, the back of his palm was touching her milky skin making her breath hitch..but he immediately moved back.
The devoid of his touch and indifference in his behaviour, Ishita suddenly felt that there was a Light year of distance between them, even though they're just a few inches away. Was he still hurt of her words? the mere thought made her repent her own behaviour with him, in that morning.
She was staring into his eyes questioningly, but he ignored her gaze and in a second she felt him behind her.She felt the touch of his fingers at her shoulder, while he was clasping the pin adjoining the pallu and blouse.
"Done " he said moving away, but in a blink of moment he felt a force at his chest and he felt himself stumbling back only to hit the hard wall.Before he could understand anything, he felt her fists hitting against his chest."...so, you're resisting me..moving away from me... Is this..Is this revenge for those idiotic words that I've said to you?' her words came as gasps, incoherently, as she continued her assault with her hands on his chest.
He tried to catch her wrists, to stop her before taking in the image of her. And then he saw, tears spilling out from her eyes, her otherwise cheerful face is now looking pale and colorless,Then he did;What his instinct told him to do.He hugged her, held onto her for a minute ,before he finally let go,his hands still gripping her waist.
"What the hell are you saying? Do you really think I can resist you..moving away? revenge?..are you serious?" he was saying, looking into her tearful eyes.The Ishita ,he knew once, as his neighbor is a very strong person but the Ishita stood before him now, as his wife is very vulnerable,vulnerable for those things related to him,related to them; All thanks to love, it can do wonders in life, and some of those wonders are excruciatingly beautiful.
"I just wanted to cooperate with you, so that you can go to your work early, Thats it" he convinced her."Now, hurry up, I'll drop you today"
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They stood at the parking lot of her clinic.Ishita turned to leave, she is missing him already, the feeling of lacking his warmth; and her feet hardly took a step.
"Ishita--" she immediately tuned back, listening his very low yet very sharp voice.He covered the distance between them, en wrapped his arms around her, taking her in a hug, his hand caressing her waist giving her his warmth and assuring her."I'm listening to you, your unsaid words.you want this right?" he said before burying his face in her hair, his voice came out as a half muffle.
She moved a step back, looking into his eyes intently.The meaning of his words is, sinking into her slowly, and a range of emotions crossed her eyes, awe, admiration, a little joy and-- and an extreme need to express, what she felt at that exact moment for him.
She moved close to him again, placing her arms on his chest, bent her face nearer to his, breathing in the masculine scent of him; She placed her lips on his cheek, not caring about their surroundings, surprising him in multiple levels.
Raman felt himself closing his eyes and relishing the moment.He felt the pressure of her lips is subtly gentle,wetting his cheek and providing an unadulterated warmth.After some never-wanting-to-be-end moments,she moved away.
Her face was suddenly beaming with an enormous amount of energy. She left waving, whispering a 'bye' and adding a 'see you in the evening'. She had no idea what she had done to Raman, who was buckled to the ground now.
If any other person at that parking lot,have been glancing at that spot, where Raman was rooted to the ground, they would have been surprised with this peculiar yet adorable sight : Raman Kumar Bhalla was grinning madly, and his face colored beet root red, was he blushing or what?!..Well he just kicked a pebble on the cement floor unable to suppress the extreme joy, oozing inside of him.
And, all this is, just because, his wife kissed him on his cheek.Its not that, he never wasn't kissed by her before, in fact she kissed him some uncountable times, in those long sleepless nights, passionate and breathless. But, this cheek kiss made him more happy because,he never saw, this much of admiration in her eyes, while she is kissing him.This kiss may not be physically as intimate as, but mentally more intimate than he ever got from her.
--
Much later, after a long day of some more listen to me, at about 10 in the night, they lay on the bed, at the each end of the bed.The distance between them zeroed because of their entangled hands.He is reading The Fountain head for her.
She felt her eyes strained a lot after reading the first part of the book,so she asked him to read remaining for her, so he is listening to her by reading the book--That wasn't any bedtime story book neither any sweet romantic fic, If it wasn't for her and for that deal of listening to her, he wouldn't have read that book ever, and wouldn't have known about Howard Rork. After sometime, he closed the never seeming to be end book and kept it aside.
"I loved this feeling of Listening to you" Raman said, all of sudden.
"Then I want to feel this too, I'll listen to you completely, tomorrow.. " she replied excitedly, looking at the ceiling of their room.
"Think again,before sealing the deal.I don't think I'll ask this feed me kind of small,small things" he teasingly said, taking her hand into his and kissing the back side of her palm, making her know his intentions.
"I can do anything"
"I very well know that.Lets sleep now" Raman said smiling, before turning of the light.
"Why're we behaving like a Television couple, now?" Ishita suddenly asked,turning towards him. He raised his eyebrow, looking at her amused "huh?" there is a note of
little wonder in his voice though he vaguely got the meaning of her sentence.The darkness of the room is adding extra privacy to them.
"I mean,doing nothing!" she said making a sad face, pushing a tendril of her hair,which is blocking her view of him by falling on her eyes.
"Because,You're not sleeping properly since two days,so.. today, I want you to sleep,completely..all the night "he replied,concern evident in his tone.
"I don't want to sleep, you're listening to me today! aren't you?" she said earnestly, moving some more to him and clutching the fabric of his Tee shirt, forcing him to turn towards her.
He was miffed and felt helpless as she is making it hard for him, he was left with no choice but to face her and to witness the beautiful image she is providing; her light shaded blue Night suite hugging her curves, flaunting them to him.
Nothing could be more painful to Raman, than this: being just a breath away from his beautiful wife yet doing nothing. He closed his eyes not waning to see her, which is not helping him in any ways, so opened his eyes again."Sleep Now" he said, second time that day, but this time, that was more like a command, and his tone is determined.
Ishita gave a frustrated look "But I really want to.." her remaining words died on her lips as she felt his lips against hers, his hands caressing her face, her neck,restlessly;She wrapped her hands around him. And the passion escalated, from tender to urgent, from gentle to ravishing, very quickly, making them breathless.
"--You said, you want me to sleep?" she asked in between their kiss,her tone was breathless.He broke the kiss and looked into her dazed eyes."Have you changed your mind?" she asked again, and her lips pulled into a teasing grin.
"No I have not changed my mind,but I want to listen to you too" he replied before clutching the hem of the fabric at the neckline of her night suite, and then unclasping the buttons, making her confused. "I'm just thinking about a quickie before your sleep" he confessed his intention completely, before catching her lips fiercely --
PS: Thank you Shravani for this opportunity, and thanks to Ankita and Vikas (they know why :P) and thanks to every one whoever read this..
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