A strange relationship- Updated PART 6* 14 March* PAGE 19 - Page 12

Lovely update. Their conversations and fun and their feelings are so well described... really looking forward to seeing what happens next.😊

A/N: So finally this story comes to an end. Thank you everyone for your kind words of encouragement, I hope you all loved reading it as much as I loved writing it. 😊

Disclaimer: Mature Content ahead. Reader's discretion advised.

Part 6

3 weeks went by at its pace. Raman and Ishita were loving each other's secret company, not willing to come out in the open yet, they loved their secret dates and time they took out for each other.

4^th Week.

"Mom, no! I am not ready for marriage yet, why don't you understand this simple thing?" Raman asked his mom, frustrated beyond belief, running his hands through his dense hair, tousling it in the process. "Puttar sunn, all this simple' things I do not understand. If there is anyone in your life tell us no! I will get you married to the girl of your choice, but if not, then at least LOOK at the pictures of these girls. Such pretty girls" his mother said, fawning over the pretty girls posing awkwardly in the photographs. "MOM! THIS is neither the place nor the time to discuss all this. When I come home, we will talk, okay?" He asked, extremely exasperated at his mother's behaviour. They were in his office for god's sake!

"Tu suntan nahi hai meri Raman! Ghar aaye tujhe 3 hafte hogaye." His mother complained. She wasn't easy to convince. "Maa..I will come today. Promise" he said finally, giving into his mother's protests. Toshi ji's face lit up like a 500 watt bulb. "Accha jaane se pehle yeh photo dekh le! She is your dad's colleague's daughter, Anushka. Isn't she really pretty?" his mother thrust the photo of a pretty girl in front of his nose. He sighed and finally gave it a glance and said "Yes mom she is! I will meet you for dinner today and we can discuss the rishta and my marriage over dinner? I will marry for sure. Now go! Will you?" his tone barely concealing his monumental irritation at the forever green topic in his house about him, his marriage. Why did no one understand he did not want to marry yet?

"Accha chal puttar! I will see you tonight. Bye!" She half hugged her son's angry form, uncaring about his anger. Toshi ji was too happy he liked that girl Anushka, even her son's anger could not dampen her mood today. As Toshi ji turned to leave Raman's cabin she saw a beautiful girl standing near the door, half holding it open. She is the same south Indian girl. She is so beautiful. Wish my puttar had enough brains to at least patao her. Koi nahi! Anushka bhi change si." Toshi ji thought gleefully.

"O hello ji! Puttar ji? Aajao andar. I was just talking to Raman! I am done" the moment Raman heard his mother greet someone his head snapped up from his hands where it rested few seconds ago in sheer exasperation. He was horrified to see Ishita standing in the doorway.

She is your dad's colleague's daughter, Anushka. Isn't she really pretty?"

Yes mom she is! I will meet you for dinner today and we can discuss the rishta and my marriage over dinner? I will marry for sure.

It kept playing in Ishita's mind. His rishta? He was marrying someone? She couldn't make sense of anything. Her mind barely registered Raman's mother curious face as she looked up at her deathly pale face and Raman's horrified expression. She could hear Raman coming after her to her cabin but she locked her door and plopped down on her chair, her knees giving away. Her legs felt as if they were made of lead.

Ishita had shut the door of her cabin and Raman knew he couldn't create a scene in the office so he went back to his, his heart beating furiously. He did not know what Ishita exactly heard but going by her aghast expression, he could guess she didn't hear the full conversation. They had long ago left the habit of knocking on each other's doors. Raman paced around in his cabin almost the whole day, his mind couldn't process any work.

It was evening and Ishita wasn't ready to talk to him. He was only debating whether it was okay to talk to her right now or not when Mihir came in.

Mihir saw Raman pacing like a caged lion in his cabin. He looked very, very tensed. "Bhai, what's wrong?" he asked him, worried something wrong had happened. The moment Mihir came in, Raman spilled out everything, unable to take the toll of stress anymore. Afraid he had spoiled all chances of being with Ishita. He loved her beyond his own imagination. He could have never fathomed he could love someone like this, where all logic flew out of his mind and in place of the ever practical, pragmatic, smart lawyer he was, was replaced with this mushy, weak person inside, where she mattered the most, where just by being with him he felt as if he could overcome anything and anyone, strong yet weak, weak yet strong. The paradox of being in love, he rused.

Mihir looked at his best friend as if he was seeing him for the first time. This was a new Raman for him. HE could barely register what Raman was saying. He could only make out..Ishita..hurt..angry..I don't know..not talking...I want her...love her..

Mihir grinned. SO NOW Raman FINALLY accepted! He thought joyously. FINALLY Club IshRA WON! Before he could rejoice his own victory Raman shook him by his shoulders. "ARE YOU LISTENING TO ME?" He yelled, making Mihir cringe. Okay. Rejoicing can happen later. "Raman you really love-" Mihir was cut short by Raman's impatient irritated look that he gave him, instantly silencing Mihir. "I saw Ishita leaving her cabin 3 minutes ago. If you run, you can catch up with her in the parking lot!" Mihir said finaly said smugly. Raman nodded and patted his shoulder in a gesture that said "Thanks'' and ran out of his cabin.

Since almost everyone had left the office, it was almost empty, making it safe for Raman to run however much he wanted, but the security dada saw him running after Ishita didi's car.

Ishita could see Raman running after her in the rearview mirror of her car, his arms madly waving at her, asking her to stop. And she stopped. She questioned herself a thousand times why she did that before Raman caught up with her but then...

Raman was out of breath and panting really hard, barely able to talk but still trying to, gasping for air when Ishita help up her hand and took out a bottle of water from the car and gave it to him. "Drink and breathe. I am here, we can talk" that seemed to pacify him as he leaned on the trunk of her car and gulped down the whole bottle of water.

"Ishita, I know what you heard in the cabin today must have given you the wrong impression. Its not like that. I...I don't want to marry that girl and I am NOT going to. I just wanted my mom to leave and she wouldn't leave until she got a yes from me!" He explained, trying to make her see sense. Ishita looked at him simply, refusing to react. "I just said it but didn't mean it, really. I promise. I am not going to marry anyone Ishita" he said again, very slowly as if making a child understand something important, but her stoic silence angered him, irritated him. After 2 minutes of complete silence, Ishita spoke.

"How is it wrong if you want to marry someone? She is your mother Raman, and she isn't wrong if she wants you to marry. I think you should consider that rishta, it will be good for you." She said, as if none of that bothered her, trying to maintain a brave facade, when inside, everything she had ever believed in was crumbling down to dust. She didn't want him to leave her. EVER. But then, they never had anything long lasting. Did they? Fairytales are not real Iyer. She told herself harshly.

Ishita's answer ticked off something in Raman, his face darkened in fury, his eyes stormy. He looked positively formidable. He closed the space between them, making Ishita back away a little.

He took another step towards her, she took one back and then finally when he couldn't bear it, he yanked her close to him, his face only inches away from her. She could feel his hot breath on her face.

"Good for ME? Don't YOU tell me what's good for me when you clearly don't care about me" He breathed out on her face. She could see he was furious. Why? She didn't know. "Yes. You would know what's good for you, not me. Fine now, leave me, I have to go" she retorted back, struggling to free herself from his vice like grip. If it was even possible, Raman got angrier.

"I. Am. Not. Going. To. Leave. You." He said, enunciating every word, hoping it would drill some sense into her. And suddenly he let her go, making her stumble back a little. His back now turned towards her, his hand creating havoc in his hair and then "Heck! I WISH I could let you go. I SO wish I could stay away from you but I CANNOT!" he said harshly, turning to look at her in the eyes, his face had the expression of that of a lost and confused child, his anger still simmering in his eyes but she could make out how adorably baffled he looked, as if none of the feelings he was going through made any sense to him.

She suddenly felt her bleak world turning back to the happy beautiful world she was living in, in the past few weeks. Ishita could see the anguish in his eyes and instantly took a step towards him, placing her hand on his arm and he grasped it immediately. "I don't want to let you go. EVER. I love you Ishita." He said, with the conviction Ishita couldn't miss even if she wanted to. She was stunned. Was it Christmas already? How come her wish was coming true?

"I..I know this is too early. I did not plan to say it like this. I...just..I have always loved you I think, since that moment when you smiled at me the first time. I...I don't even know if..." he trailed off, noticing her silence. Her silence was like a slap to him. HE did not even know why he was explaining himself to her when she clearly did not care about his feelings. He sighed and was about to leave when he felt Ishita crash into him. No. She was trying to hug him, her body trembling.

Raman was a little taken aback, but not enough to not hold her to him more securely. He grinned, LOVING it, loving her. He knew her answer now, didn't need her to say it, but he wouldn't let her get off the hook so easily.

"Raman..I..I thought you were never serious. I always deluded myself thinking you were just with me for the time being and you would move on eventually...and then...and then I heard you today and thought you were serious and I...I.." she couldn't say it out loud, afraid she would lose control of her emotions if she did. She pulled him closer to herself, tightly hugging him, snuggling into his firm taut body, he smiled into her eyes...she noticed those eyes only held love for her. How did she miss it all this while? She thought.

A warm feeling engulfed her, she felt as if she was flying in air, could feel her tummy do somersaults, her insides filling up with too much happiness, and her eyes brimming with tears. "I..love you" she whispered. "It..might be too early but I know for sure this time...I..don't even c..care.." she hiccupped, trying to conceal she wasn't crying.

"Sshh..Sshh" he cooed into her ear, softly wiping a stray tear as it fell down her beautiful eyes onto her smooth, porcelain cheek. His thumb tracing patterns on that cheek and she closed her eyes in bliss.

She might have come out of a serious relationship just 4 weeks ago, but she knew this was it. Raman was the one. How? She did not know, but she knew in her heart he always was, the one for her.

"Now what?" she looked up at him to see that he was looking down at her very seriously. "Will you marry me?" he asked her simply, as if asking whether she wanted to have ice cream or not, as if this was what he asked every girl daily, as if it came naturally to him, only his eyes held the seriousness of his question.

Ishita's heart galloped. Marry? He wants to marry me? She thought Santa really did exist. She nodded her head vigorously, words failing her, finally putting Raman out of his silent misery.

Oh thank god. They both thought. And they kissed, the most beautiful, tender, soulful kiss.

The Wedding day (night)-

They were married, and what a wedding it had been! A big fat Indian wedding, just like she had always dreamt of. Ishita was dressed like a typical Indian Punjabi bride in a blood red lehnga, with hennaed hands and legs and chooda in both her hands, the kaliras dancing softly as she took small steps towards their room, her body trembling as she reminisced the way Raman had filled her parting with sindoor. She sighed softly, stopping just before the threshold of the room. "Arre Bhabhi...why so shy? Go in!" her sister in law teased her, making her come out of her daydream.

As soon as she stepped inside the room, she could see a beautifully decorated room, there were no flowers on the bed, but scented candles here and there, a huge king size bed dominating the room, done in shades of navy blue and white and turquoise, it was a lovely room. This one was at his parent's.

She sat down on the dressing chair to take off her jewellery when she heard the sound of door latching. She instantly turned around to see Raman in his Sherwani, looking like some royal prince, walk towards her, slowly. She shyly looked away.

Raman noticed his wife's shy appreciative gaze. His wife. It was yet to sink in. He loved the feeling though. He saw her going to the bathroom to change and heard the shower turning on. He himself changed into his favourite tracks and a worn out shirt, finally breathing after wearing that damned sherwani for like 6 hours.

He saw her come out of the bathroom in a robe, gingerly approaching the bed as if it would lunge at her. It amused him. Ishita looked up at him to see mirth dancing in his eyes, making her chin instantly go up in defiance. She wasn't scared. No. She wasn't scared at all and she would show him that. As soon as she sat on the bed Raman got up and she hurriedly got inside the blanket cover, making Raman chuckle out loud. "Relax Ishita. I won't eat you up" He said, shaking his head at her antics. "I..I know. You go, clean up" she fumbled, not willing to let him see how much he affected her. "Or I might just" he said softly, noticing how Ishita's eyes got wide and he laughed.

She was almost asleep when he came out of the washroom and slid next to her. She jumped out of her skin, making him pause in the act of sliding next to her and she noticed he was naked. NAKED! YOU ARE NOT WEARING ANYTHNG! Ishita screeched at him, making him grin his crooked, sexy grin. Aiyyo! She thought. He will be the death of me, she thought.

"I sleep naked in my bed" he said patiently as if she was a 5 year old crying for a candy. "I..I..This is MY bed too" she said, as if that would make him wear some clothes. "I am not comfortable that way Ishita" he told her gently, trying to take her hand into his hand when she suddenly slapped his hand away and looked the other way and said "I won't look at you if you don't wear clothes" she challenged him. After 5 minutes of silence he said "You can look now" and Ishita turned slowly only to see him as naked as ever and she closed her eyes again! "AIYYOO! NO NO NO! Why won't you wear any clothes! Please wear no!" she yelled at him but not failing to notice his beautiful toned body.

When the hell did he get time to work out like that between the ever going cases he works on? She wondered, not noticing her husband of 2 hours was looking at her with an expression of keen interest.

Raman was amused at her behaviour; usually she never had problem initiating intimacy with him, heck, there were times when she had almost made him come down on his knees then why was she so jumpy today? Was it the sex? But its the most natural thing in the world. He wondered himself, slowly sliding inside the blanket and getting comfortable, earning a suspicious look from his wife, which made him laugh out loud.

Ishita threw a cushion at his face. He was laughing at her plight? She was dead scared. Scared she wouldn't be good enough for him, scared how and what will happen now when earlier only their kisses and touches could make them go up in flames. Murugan! Help' she muttered under her breath, making Raman chuckle in response, earning another stink eye from Ishita.

"Accha I promise we won't do anything tonight, now relax and sleep, I am anyway very tired." He said, trying to make her comfortable only to earn her all the more suspicious look. He sighed and tried to take her in confidence and he finally managed to make her feel comfortable and she slid inside the cover, taking off her robe finally.

Raman gathered her close to him, his hands on her derriere pulling her close; she was wearing a worn out short shorts and a long loose tee, his other hand crept inside her shirt as of habit and just rested at the small of her back. Ishita couldn't breathe, in spite of their earlier intimacy this somehow seemed much more personal and intimate, her breathing grew shallow and Raman noticed, he himself was aroused enough to take her right now. What was it about her that even a simple hug turned him on like this in spite of all this time? He wondered.

Ishita's hands slowly circled his neck, pulling him closer to her, not having any qualms in just sharing a kiss. She was craving for one, their first kiss as a married couple. When their kiss turned into a heated passionate moment, none of them knew, their hands trying to feel each and every part of the other's body, itching to get out of their clothes, when Raman broke their kiss and looked down at her flushed face. What he saw melted him into a puddle, Ishita's flushed face, her lips swollen, her eyes shyly looking up at him so trusting and innocent. "Ishita, are you sure you want to do this now? I...I..we can wait you know." He said softly, trying not to pressure her. His obvious effort to make her comfortable and trying to respect her wishes and putting her before himself, humbled her. She shook her head and said shyly "I don't think you can wait Mr. Bhalla", her hand tentatively reached out to touch the most sensitive part of his anatomy right now, and he groaned in response, his eyes taking in the brave and beautiful yet shy wife of his. He felt blessed.

He urgently took off her tee and shorts, leaving her in her underclothes, he noticed her neon coral lace bra and matching lace panties, her fair skin in stark contrast to the neon colour, he loved her choice of lingerie, never did he think his prim and proper Ishita had this side too. It was too hot for a blanket, uncaring of the blanket as it slid to the floor with rest of her clothes, he continued to kiss her, his long deft fingers unhooking her bra at once, her one hand in his hair, urging him closer to herself, as close as possible, and another holding holding onto his back, half sitting, half lying against the headboard of the bed, his knees tried to push against her legs, making himself settle in between her, one of his hands reached down south to check how aroused she was. He was so pleasantly surprised to find that she was more than ready for him and she whimpered and panted out his name as he felt her there. He could barely control himself, kissing, nipping, sucking at whatever they both could latch onto; laving at the nipples he had sucked on earlier, making her go all soft inside, her core demanding more of him.

Their fevered breath was the only thing that could be heard in the bedroom.

Raman discarded every inch of her clothing and she was in his arms, beautifully bare, he could see apprehension in her eyes but the moment he took her hand in his and kept it above his wildly beating heart, she looked up at him with her heart in her eyes, her face glowing softly, cupping his cheek as if urging him on to do whatever he wanted to. Her implicit trust in him rendered him speechless and beyond humbled, his hand now in her beautiful soft hair which was half fanned across his pillow.

He did not know that this reality would be some ten thousand times better than his fantasies. As he first thrust into her, he could feel the resistance from her side, her breath coming out sharply, "I am sorry...I am so sorry, but I promise this won't hurt after a while. Please Ishita" He pleaded her to relax, and he could slowly feel her body relaxing against his, she could see how much effort it took for him to stay just there, inside her and not do anything, just to soothe her pain, she reached out and wiped the sweat beads off his forehead and upper lips and whispered softly, "It's much better now", assured she was not in any pain, he thrust further into her, making slivers of pleasure shoot inside her body, as he took and gave her the most precious feeling in the world, her body coalesced into his, his into her, till there was the moment when they couldn't tell who began and ended where.

The feeling was intense, as they lost control of time, day and themselves, their bodies spent after their intense gratification left them feeling exhausted but their hearts cloaked in love for each other.

Ishita looked at the windows, softly caressing his hair, as she could feel his breathing finally return to normal, his face lying in the crook of her neck, his fingers holding onto her mangalsutra, feeling each bead as if that somehow helped him calm down. This was insane. The need, the craving for each other, just as much as it was physical it was emotional too. Ishita marvelled at his sensitivity, his compassion and strength, as he took care of her needs, her wants, everything. She felt blessed.

tht was a fabulous update arshi... perfect end.. thank u so much for the amazing story...😃

Originally posted by: shalz_123

tht was a fabulous update arshi... perfect end.. thank u so much for the amazing story...😃

hot nd senseous...

Fabulous ending.. Loved how Raman put all of Ishita's insecurities to rest.

Amazing story Plzzz write an epilogue

Originally posted by: ishra368

Amazing story Plzzz write an epilogue

Amazing... uff that was too much for time being

Loved it.