Sorry for the delay in posting the next part. We were prepping for a storm up here in the northeast US and had lots to do around the house. See below...as I mentioned its gotten a bit more MATURE. So innocent eyes, please look away! This is for all those who feel Ishita should be more forward 😉
And thanks again to everyone for the encouraging comments, really motivates me!!! I'm going to try to PM those who requested it but please buddy me so I can update all together when Chapter 3 is ready!
My apologies again for my limited hindi.
Chapter 2
Later that morning.
Ishita had gotten Ruhi ready to go over to Amma's to play with Shravan who had slept over the night before, as Vandu Akka hadn't been well. All the Bhallas had also started to head out to their Saturday plans and chores. Mummiji and Pappaji had managed to convince Adi to go with them to visit Papaji's friends while Rinki had taken Simmi and Ananya to the mall. Romi was still sleeping after a late night doing god knows what. Only Shagun was in the house, sitting in the living room reading magazines.
Ishita wanted to make a nice lunch for when everyone returns in the afternoon and was planning the menu when suddenly she realized what a golden opportunity she had. Everyone was going to be out for at least a few hours and Raman was upstairs working. She only had to keep Shagun busy to have her Raavan Kumar to herself for the morning. She blushed at her own naughty thoughts. What had this crazy punjabi done to her! Ishita had never given this much control over to her hormones for anyone. She blamed the glimpse she had gotten into his dreams this morning. The thought that he'd been fantasizing about her sent a shiver up her spine. She shook her head at herself and at her husband. Then resolved to herself that time had come to take matters into her hands. Raman's plans were going nowhere.
But what to keep Shagun busy with. Hmm.
Nonchalantly, Ishita walked into the living room and made a fake phone call to Bala jiju.
Ishita: Hi Jiju, aap aaj Shravu ko pickup karne aa rahe hai kya?
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Oh achcha...nahin maine socha agar aap us taraf se aa rahe ho to mere liye aapke ghar ke bhaju wale ice cream shop hai na. Woh Pure Delight wala..usse kuch mangwana tha. Actually woh kya hai na, Raman bahut dino se pista kulfi crave kar rahe the. Or woh uss shop ka bahut pasand karte hai. Toh main unhe suprise dena chahti thi. Lekin woh itni door hai ki main abhi nahi aa payungi.
In the background, Shagun was carefully listening to this conversation.
I: Koi baat nai. Aap kal jab Shravu ko lene aayenge, tab lana. Main Raman ko kal khilaongi. Ice box main lena mat bhoolna. Achha aur if I have time in the evening I may go but main aapko message kardungi if I do. Thanks Jiju!
Ending the call, Ishita walked back into the kitchen and got busy in her work. Shagun's mind began to work after hearing the conversation. If she could bring back Raman's favorite ice cream, it would make a good impression on him. But she had to do it now before Ishita decided to go herself in the evening. It would only take a couple of hours to go across town and back.
S (whispering to herself as she does): Raman will see that no one knows him better than me and how much I still care about him. This will be perfect for me to get on his good side.
Ishita watched Shagun's limited brain cells working through this out of the corner of her eye as she chopped. Neelu, standing nearby mixing some dough wasn't sure what was going on that morning but worried about the tomatoes Bhabhi was vaguely chopping at.
As Shagun readied to leave, Ishita inquired innocently.
I: Shagun tum kahin bahar ja rahe ho kya
S: Haan...haan Ishita. Adi ke liye kuch...woh...um...football ki equipment leni thi. Usike liye shopping ja rahu hoon. Lunch tak aajaungi
I: Teek hai. Enjoy
As she left, Ishita chuckled to herself. Who could believe this woman was married to Raman for so many years. She didn't even know Raman hated Pista Kulfi so much he might as well be allergic to it. He gets a gag reflex with the elichi they put in it. Then she looked up at the stairs mischievously.
I: Neelu, tum yeh sab sabsiya kaat kar tayyar rakhna. Aur pyaas bhi. Main aake baad mein karlungi.
Neelu was greatly relieved to take over those poor vegetables. Who knew where Bhabhi's mind was this morning.
With that Ishita headed up to their bedroom, nervous and excited. Raman was working on a presentation when he heard Ishita walk in. She was wearing that thin yellow sari that he liked on her a lot where he could see her waist, teasingly giving him a preview of things to come, things he could touch. Arggh okay he had to get these thoughts out of his head, no point entertaining them without being able to do anything. YET. He turned back to the screen.
R: Ruhi gayi?
I: Haan abhi abhi. Mummiji aur Pappaji bhi bahar gaye Adi ke saath. Romi so raha hai aur Rinkie, Simmi aur ananaya shopping gaye.
As she said this she was shutting the door behind her and locking it. Raman looked up in surprise to see what his Jhansi ki Rani was upto. She had a sly smile on her face and her back against the door.
I: Aur Shagun bhi kuch kaam par abhi abhi bahar gayi.
Raman closed his laptop. He hadn't saved the presentation and couldn't care less about it at the moment. He slowly got off the bed and started towards her, intoxicated by the moment. He couldn't believe what was happening. At least what he thinks was happening. And that his JKR is the one making it happen!
I (innocently): Koi lunch tak wapas nahin ayega
R: Accha toh yeh sab planning thi madam ki
She looked down sheepishly. Goosbumps began to appear on her arms as he moved towards her slowly like a cat. He was wearing her favorite green shirt of his with those adorably tight white pants. Ishita felt it was safest to stay against the door, if she moved she was afraid she wouldn't be able to stay upright.
I: thodi luck aur thodi planning
Raman couldn't contain himself realizing that she had set this up. The thought of her arranging things to be alone with him had just driven his desires over the edge. He wanted to grab her right there and then but controlled himself. He had to take it slow so he could savor every second of this, of her.
R: meri Jhansi ki Rani kabse aise chaal bhi chalane lagi. Aur main soch raha tha ki meri biwi kitni innocent hai
I: kya karoon, sangat ka asar hain
Ishita then walked a few steps to where he was. She'd managed to make it this far very confidently but as he looked at her in his piercing way, like he could see right through her, she began to become nervous. Still she put her hands on his chest and reached up to his face and delicately kissed him on his right cheek. Then she moved over on his left cheek and placed another soft kiss there. Raman watched this all silently trying to savor the feel of her lips on his skin. As she smiled and began to draw back, he put his hand around her waist and pulled her close with a jerk. Here was that inch he was waiting for, now for the mile which was his responsibility.
Both this hands were now around her waist, the place they had longed to be for months. Through the thin cloth of the sari he squeezed her to himself. A curl of excitement spread through Ishita as she slid her arms around his neck. Coming upstairs, her desire deep down was that her first step would encourage him to take the dream to the next level. She didn't want to admit it even to her herself but she had been wondering what it would feel like to have his lips on hers. But she didn't know how to initiate that, felt shy about being that forward with him. Instead she wanted Raman to live up to his Raavan avatar.
Raman's face was inches from hers now as her breathing became shorter. He brushed her lips very delicately, barely touching. She didn't move but closed her eyes. He separated her lips with his next kiss, taking it slow. When she began to return the kiss, getting into the rhythm with him he dove into her. The kiss became deeper and more intense when he ventured into her mouth. She accepted without any hesitation. Ishita felt something unravel inside herself. An intensity of feeling. Her heart seemed full and vulnerable like she was exposed and raw. But being exposed to Raman gave her a sense of completeness, about their relationship about herself as a woman. She could feel his need in the way he kissed her, which made her heart soar.
Minutes later they had to break apart to breathe. Her hands were in his hair and every inch of their bodies that could be touching were touching. He kept his face close to hers, nuzzling her while stealing short quick kisses in between. He didn't want to break this intimacy. He wanted to breathe her in as long as possible. To hold steady the thread that was now connecting their souls physically. Her lips were soft and delicate, like her heart but he also felt her passion as they had kissed. The way she responded to his touch, meeting it rather than pulling away reflected her inner JKR. His thoughts suddenly went to how this same characteristic would play out in bed. Okay, no, he had to slow down, his mind was jumping way too far ahead.
Ishita opened her eyes to look into his. She had never felt a rush like this before, there was a burn inside her that was new. Her KudKud Kumar had turned out to be quite the kisser. Not that she had much to compare to but her heart rate and the fire that he seems to have lit in her were proof enough. She touched his face lovingly thinking of how they got to this moment. Going from hatred and misunderstandings to friendship and then finally falling in love with each other. It happened so slowly but felt so fast. That she could love this man this much seemed unbelievable to her. It was a feeling loaded with immense happiness and pain. Pain for just the thought of losing him or not having him in her life. She knew that this feeling was essential too. A safeguard to ensure you keep your loved ones close.
Raman was placing soft kisses along her jawline.
I (softly): Sapna pura hua?
R (huskily): Abhi to bahot baaki hai madrasan. Agar saare sapney puri karne chali toh is bedroom se kabhi nikloge nahin
I (blushing profusely): Chee...
Before she could complete the sound, her mouth was pleasantly distracted again.
Ishita never thought making out with her husband could be so much fun. After months of longing, of just wanting a simple touch from each other, this felt like drowning in an oasis after going through a desert. They both certainly wanted much more than this and could also feel the other holding back. Raman in particular was trying hard to not take her towards the bed because he knew as soon as that happened, he would lose all control. He wanted nothing more than to take her right then.
However the romantic side of him, knowing this was her first time and would be their first time together, wanted to make sure it was going to be something extremely special. He'd have to satisfy his need for her with kissing till then. Which he planned on doing to the fullest extent.
Just then he felt her start pulling away.
I: Raman, main jaoo...
She had no wish to part from him but they couldn't stand there forever, could they? It was literally the middle of the morning. Plus she wasn't exactly ready for anything more, as much as her insides would disagree with that assessment.
He pulled her back into his arms, burying his face in the crook of her neck, breathing in the fragrance from her hair. She rested her head on his shoulder and both of them just took in the moment. Raman then lifted himself up and looked at her, framing his face with his hands.
R: Bhagwan kare aisi pagal biwi kisi ko na mile. How can you drive me into a frenzy like this and abandon me? Woh bhi itni planning ke baad.
His thumb was circling her cheek as she smiled up at him. A bit of naughtiness surged within her.
I: Sabrah karo Raavan Kumar. Yeh sirf shuruaat hai, aage aage dekhna kaise sapne dikhati hoon.
Was she trying to kill him with these words, he was already barely able to hold himself back. He again weighed the pros and cons of taking her to bed right then. They did have maybe an hour or two while everyone was out and no one would disturb them...finally. But looking into her trusting eyes again he felt he had to give this step and her the respect they deserved. This was going to be the most important moment of their married lives so far and it couldn't happen on any random morning, when at anytime she may run out on him. No, he wanted a guarantee of at least 24 undisturbed, isolated hours with her when they took that step.
BUT there was nothing stopping him from doing anything else right now. Sure the bed was dangerous territory, but maybe that cursed couch could finally be of some use...he'd have to think of something to use up the couple hours of freedom she'd managed to get them. Think Raman, think.
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