She almost screamed out of fright, "ewww..."
She looked horrible. Her hair looked like that of a wet hen drenched in a horrible mix of dirty colors...her face looked like a color painted zebra crossing.
She was mad at him..."RAMANNN...AAP KO AAJ NAHI CHODUNGI!!!"
She screamed as she sprinted to the wash room's door.
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She banged on the door as she shouted loudly "RAMAN...open the door...Raman...Raman..."
Fed up of banging, "accha...toh aap nahi kholenge...teek hai...wahi raho aur aaraam karo...I am going to lock this door...aaj ka poora din aur raat bhi aap wahi rahenge...BYE!!"
Before she could think anything more, she felt the door opening slightly and his arm pulled her in too..."What the hell!! Yeh kya kar...???"
He didn't let her complete the sentence. She was in with him and he bolted the door and turned to her..."ab koyi problem nahi...poore din, raat ya phir..."
He grinned trailing his words and then added, "hum yahi reh sakthe hai...bas khaane keliye baahar jaayenge...what say?"
Ishita was close to the opposite wall now, "Haan haan...How convenient!!! Aur woh khaana kaun banaayega???"
Raman was instant in his reply, "What's the big deal??? hum order karlenge...waise bhi ghar pe koyi aur hai nahi"
"acchaaa...pehle se hi sab planning karke rakha hai...Cool!" Ishita quipped sarcastically.
Ishita observed that Raman was continuously grinning or rather smirking may be at her looks. Yeah obviously, the colors he smeared on her face tactfully had made her look funny.
Ishita frowned and remarked in mock anger, "itna hasi aa rahi hai mere haalat dekh kar, huh?...ab aap dekho main kya karthi hoom..."
She moved quickly towards him and closed the gap between them. She stretched up and rubbed her face against his. Raman, on the contrary was enjoying it and teased her, "yeh khel bhi accha hai"
He grinned cheekily with a wink, "I don't mind playing it longer"
Ishita smiled and her expressions suddenly turned seductive, her eyes became naughty, "agar aisi baat hai toh aur bhi accha kar dehthi hoom...Wait and watch..."
He didn't miss the glint of mischief in her eyes as she daringly ventured onto him. She nuzzled teasingly into his collar bone and kissed his shoulders moving aside his shirt. He was surprised but was also confused about her motives because this was the first time she was adorning this bold form and taking over the lead. But he let her play around as he was enjoying as much as she did.
Meri Pehli Mohabbat
Meri Pehli Yeh Chahat
Meri Itni Si Hasrat Hai
Gale Lag Na Na Jaa
Slowly, gathering up her wits, she parted a little from him. Her fingers roamed along his frame and settled around his chest. Then fiddled with his shirt buttons.
In a bold manner, she unbuttoned his shirt slowly causing his spirits to go high. She parted the shirt and kept her palm gently on his chest. She leaned over and pecked softly making his hands land on her waist impulsively pulling her closer but her palm on his chest tightened keeping him away as much as possible. Then she backed away instantly, holding his shirt together within her fists. He felt her pull him towards herself. She kept backing away sensually dragging him along. Her seductive actions were threatening to explode his controls. He moved towards her like a puppet tied to her hands. Her lusty eyes were driving him crazy and wild.
Teri Bahaon Mein Rahat Hai
Teri Zulfhon Mein Jannat Hai
Meri Itni Si Hasrat Hai
Gale Lag Na Na Jaa
She stopped when she felt the wall behind her. Her other hand searched for the shower's tap and opened it. He hadn't expected that she would want to get wet in the shower.
He chuckled, "Madrasan is up to something wild today" before inching closer to her and his hands struggled to get hold of her.
She willfully went into his embrace. They got drenched together and the cold water falling on them did little to cool them down. The heat of passion was soaring up due to her unexpected ways of romancing. He hadn't expected this, not even in his wildest dreams!
He was fully mesmerized by her and was brimming in her desire. He felt urged to claim her lips. Water droplets flowing on her and tickling down her soft delicate body was giving him a sensually visual treat. He drank in her wet form which now accentuated as her saree fabric wrapped closer to her curves, hugging all around her making him burn in jealousy. He literally drank in the water which rolled over her most desirable body in an attempt to get more of her. In the process, setting fire to the fiery desire and fervent passion under his skin. Hers was no different but she reined herself.
The colors on her body were washed away now. She looked absolutely tempting in that drenched avatar. It wasn't possible to stop himself for long and she could sense it.
Sulje Suljen Badan Hai
Uljein Uljein Se Maaan Hai
Badhti Jaati Hai Tan Ki Pyaasss
Bheki Bheki Hai Raatein
Mehki Mehki Hai Saasnein
Rehna Rehna Tu Dil Ke Paasss
Tu Agar Ho Samne Ho Kaise
Mein Khud Ko Rakh Pau Hosh Mein
Darta Hai Dil Khata Yeh Kar Baithe
Mohabbat Ke Josh Mein
He moved closer to her. Her eyes locked intensely with his was giving him stirs too. He just wished to drown in those doe like eyes and lose his senses in her lavender fragrance. He dipped his face into her nape inhaling her scent deeply. Just before his lips touched down on her most sensitive spot, after which she knew that there would be no stepping back, she giggled and wriggled out of his hands.
She pushed him off her and quickly unbolts the door to get out. She then peeps through the door, throws the towel at him and gimmicks at him
"Not so easy Raavan Kumar! That's a tit for tat...meri sweet revenge accha lagaa???"
Before he could come to his senses completely and realize what just transpired, the door clicked shut and she was gone! Leaving him behind feeling like a kid whose ice cream was snatched away from between his lips.
He shouted back, "What the hell madrasan!!...You can't do this...Come back here!"
A distant reply bounced back "You asked for it Raman...anyways, don't think of staying there for long...come out soon...We have serious work to do!"
Raman without giving up "ab isse serious work kya ho saktha hai yaar...plzz aa jaao na?"
She ignored his plead and replied naughtily, "Dry yourself soon Raman...warna sardi lag jaayegi"
He muttered and swore under his breath, "Ab iss sardi ko main tumse hi utharwaaunga madam...I promise you that!"
There was no conversation after that.
He shook his head vigorously as if to come back to reality and smiled at her dreamy gestures and her silly plan "Paagal madrasan!"
Half an hour later, he came out of his room, dressed in a killer white T-shirt and a dark grey tracks. He scanned the room and then came down to the living room for her. That's when he saw her busy in the kitchen. She had changed into a soft creamy chiffon saree with floral patterns. She looked enchanting even in the simple attire and almost nil make up. Her wet hair tied up messily in a loose knot. Some strands dangling from it all over her shoulder and face. She was kneading dough and occasionally gliding back the lock of hair to behind her ears. Her face had visible traces of the colors and now the creamy flour also smeared here and there. He couldn't stop a smile seeing her unusual make up of colors and flour. She was the most simple, unassuming woman he had ever known and probably would ever get to know. She never bothered about her looks, whatsoever.
He stood at the counter lethargically folding his hands across his chest and legs twisted against each other, observing her silently. She looked overly pretty and cute in that look...and of course extremely inviting. And she was his, just his. He beamed in pride and understood that she was too engrossed and hadn't seen him coming.
When she didn't seem to notice him, he casually walked to her with a naughty smile and hugged her from behind, his hands slowly running down her sides to the dough and in the pretext of helping her blend and knead it well, he started caressing and pampering her fingers which he had entwined to his a moment ago. He nudged open her fingers to accommodate his seductively whispering, "Let me help!"
Pighla Pighla Hai Yowan
Jage Jage Hai Abb Eshaas
Bheki Bheki Hai Raatein
Mehki Mehki Hai Saasnein
Rehna Rehna Tu Dil Ke Paasss
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