PicOSthon: 39 OSes | Catch up with the ones u hv missed! :) - Page 17

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gals I will be doing an OS on pic no. 14 as suggested by JUM (even rutu suggested 55 which is another pic from d same scene.) I was earlier planning to take no. 39 since no one was taking it..but I see a lot of people now hav taken challenging pics. though I might write another os on that one too. 😊

Some earlier dates hv been freed, anyone willing to take dem up can let me know.

Hello,

Hello,

Hello,

First of all, a big shout of thanks to Pallavi for inviting me to this challenge. I hope I don't disappoint😊

My challenge for the Pic-OSthon is pic no. 49

I've used not just the pic, but also many bits from the original scene in my OS, mainly because I absolutely love this scene, and so I truly hope that I haven't ruined its essence in any way.

Please scroll below for my OS.. hope you enjoy it!😳

Love,

Neethi

~IN YOUR ARMS~

"SERIOUSLY?! I mean, seriously?" asked Simmi, flabbergasted, to a very amused Ishita.

"I think you're overreacting, Simmi", said Ishita, to which Simmi replied, "I'm NOT overreacting, Ishita. I'm reacting like how any sensible person would if they found out that a couple married for over a year have not yet..", she trailed off, leaving Ishita embarrassed.

"Come on, Simmi, you know how it has been," she tried to explain, "there's always something going on. We've just never been in the right frame of mind."

"And that's why you don't even sleep on the bed with him? Do you hate him that much?"

"Of course not," replied a shocked Ishita. "I love him, we both love each other!"

"Then what is the problem?" She then dropped her voice to a whisper and asked, "Are you not attracted to each other?"

Ishita cringed, as she folded her duvet that was lying on the couch and placed it in the cupboard.

She cursed herself for having woken up later than usual that morning. Raman had already left for work by then and Simmi, who had barged into their room in search of her, had noticed her sleeping on the couch. After waking her up, she had relentlessly barraged Ishita with her questions about their strange sleeping arrangements. Frustrated, Ishita had revealed to her that she and Raman had yet to take that step in their marital life.

"Simmi," she sighed and tried to explain, "there's no such issue. We've just not reached that stage yet."

Simmi could only shake her head in response, and silently prayed for divine intervention, because she feared that nothing else could help Raman and Ishita move forward in their relationship!

Later that day, as Ishita worked her way through some files, she couldn't help but get a nagging feeling about something that Simmi had uttered that morning.

"Aren't you attracted to each other?"

The words kept ringing in her head until she realized she could no longer concentrate on her work, and pushed her files away, defeatedly. She knew her husband loved her. He had proved it to her on many occasions. But was he attracted to her? She thought back to all the moments when she had felt sparks fly between them, reminiscing how each moment had sent her heart into a frenzied state, and wondered if it had been the same for him. Had she mistaken the passion in his eyes and the intensity of his gazes? Had she been so blinded by her own strong feelings for him to have imagined it all? After all, he had been with Shagun who was among the most beautiful women she had ever met. And after Shagun, would he find her equally appealing? All this while, she had believed that they had been unable to bridge the distance between them because of the complications that kept cropping up in their marriage. But now she couldn't help but think that maybe Simmi was right. Maybe he really wasn't as affected by her as she'd hoped. She didn't want to jump to conclusions, though. So she decided that she would put her theories to test. With a few plans up her sleeve, and a mischievous glint in her eyes, she packed up and left for home, hoping against hope that her fears were baseless.

Raman hurried around in his room the next morning, trying to get ready for work in time.

"Uff.. Where has this Madrasan kept my tie?" "Ishita...Ishita," he called out aloud.

She had been expecting his call for help, since she herself had put away his tie where he wouldn't bother to look, so she rushed into their room, pulled it out, and went over to him.

"Kya shor macha rakha hai...such a racket! Here it is." she said, feigning a frown.

He had assumed she would hand it over to him but instead she stepped closer, threw the tie around his neck, and began knotting it herself. His breath caught in his chest at her nearness, and the sight of her beautiful face up close, especially her lush lips wreaked havoc on his senses. He bent his head slightly to breathe in her sweet scent, but drew back as soon as he felt his carefully exercised self restraint threaten to burst. He took a step backward, and turned away saying, "Thanks, but I'll take over from here. I don't have all day, you know!"

He noticed that she looked affronted when he looked back at her, and chuckled as she left the room in a huff, distinctly hearing her mutter "Raavan Kumar" under her breath.

He followed her soon, into the dining hall, and joined the rest of his family for breakfast. Ishita took a seat beside him, and took to serving the others, from where she sat. She leaned into Raman, as she passed a parantha to Ruhi, who was sitting on Raman's other side, and lightly brushed her free hand along Raman's thigh. He froze instantly, her touch sending shock waves through his body. Each time she bent to serve someone at the table, her hands grazed his leg until he could take it no more. He gulped down his food, pushed his chair back in a jerk, and without giving her another look, grabbed his belongings and left for work.

Was she trying to kill him? He wondered, as he drove through the busy Delhi streets. Didn't she realize how much he desired her? He supposed she had no clue.

He was tired of all the chaotic disturbances in his family that came in their way, and had been waiting to spend some special moments with her, but each time he came up with a plan to woo her, he would be forced to watch it get foiled due to some unforeseen hindrance. Sure, he wanted to take it slow with her, and did not want to scare her off with the intensity of his love for her. But each time she approached him, he felt his resolve weaken, her proximity throwing every sane thought out of his mind. At the same time, though, he remembered her innocent eyes, and her apparent ignorance of the effect she had on him, and resolved that he wouldn't rush her into anything. "Might as well make do with cold showers till then." he sighed.

Ishita had almost given up trying to elicit a reaction from her husband, and had all but admitted to herself that what she had feared might just be true. She looked at him through the mirror that night as she removed her ear rings. He was on the bed, engrossed in his files, completely oblivious of her miseries. She wondered if she should ask him outright, but immediately decided against it, dreading his answer!

Her mind still occupied with unpleasant thoughts, she started towards the wardrobe, to pick out a set of clothes for the night. The next moment, she had walked into Raman, who had gotten up for a drink of water, all his focus on the papers in his hands. He stepped sideways in a bid to get away from her, but since the entire universe was conspiring to torment him, he tripped on her saaree, and the next thing he knew, she was in his arms, looking up at him through those enchanting eyes of hers. He should have seen it coming. All he had done was reach out to her to break her fall, and yet again, he found himself in a situation that had set his pulse racing.

She held on to him, and looked into his eyes, trying to gauge his emotions. Savouring the feel of his arm around her waist, she blushed, and wished that the moment would never end. "Does he really not feel it?" she wondered ruefully.

"Can't you see where you're walking?" He chided her, his brows furrowed in anger, and removed his arm from around her, gently dropping her on the bed.

"Trust me, Raman, I'm not the one who's blind here," she muttered.

He looked down at her, and realised that she was upset. "Now what's that supposed to mean?" he asked her, curious.

"Nothing, Raman!" She exclaimed. "And even if it did mean something, I wouldn't expect you to understand. Because you don't understand me at all. And why would you? I'm not important enough, am I? I'm not like those wives who know how to keep their husbands happy.. or ...or.. satisfied. I'm not attractive enough for you. I'm not like Shagun!"

She turned away from him in anger, not noticing that her outburst had left him wide-eyed, and began walking towards the cupboard when she felt him grab her by the elbow, and the next instant, she was plastered to his body, his face inches from hers, his warm breath sending tingles down her spine. He hesitated only for a moment, before he bent down and claimed her lips with his.

Her arms which had grabbed on to his shoulders for support slowly found their way around his neck and into his hair, as she stood on tip-toe and pressed into him, giving in to his demands, and also seeking what her own body desired at the same time.

His lips moved from hers, along her jaw, down her neck, while his hands traced a path along her svelte curves. She bit back a moan as his hands stopped at her waist and caressed her bare skin.

He broke apart momentarily, and took in her flushed face and disheveled hair. Brushing aside a few loose strands from her face, he placed his forehead against hers, while she tried to calm her pounding heart.

"You were saying?" he asked her, struggling to catch his breath.

"Huh?" she uttered. It took a few moments for her brain cells to revive, following which she realised he was referring to her outpour from a while back. She took a look at him, and her heart soared as the truth dawned on her. His eyes were clouded with passion, and his breathing was laboured. Her husband... her Raman wanted her as much as she wanted him. How foolish she had been to have thought otherwise!

She found herself yearning for more, unable to bear the little distance that he had created between them. She moved closer, and placed light kisses on the nape of his neck. He drew in a sharp breath as her soft lips traversed along his neck and collarbone, igniting every cell of his on the way. He jerked her head backwards, and covered her lips with his yet again, making her moan in pleasure.

His arms around her, he led them towards the bed, and gently leaned her until they hit the bed, with him on top of her. With their clothes discarded in a jiffy, he lowered his head to nuzzle her neck, while his hands began their exploration of her body.

She clutched his shoulders tightly, as his lips and hands set out on a journey triggering a blitzkrieg of emotions on her senses. Her nails dug into his back, and he felt all the vows he had made, to be gentle with her, crumble to dust. They held on to each other, giving in to their needs, and amidst gasps and moans, surrendered to the waves of ecstasy, until desires were abated and their bodies, satiated.

"Mad Madrasan", he whispered into her hair, as she stirred in his arms.

"You're mad...my mad Punjabi!", she mumbled against his chest.

"Oh, really?" he chuckled, "You were the one talking nonsense earlier."

She looked up at him at that. "Only because you were being so adamant. God, I can't believe I had to do so many things to get through to you...," she trailed off, and bit her lip, realizing her slip up.

"Do what exactly?" he asked her, his interest piqued. He raised himself on an elbow and looked at her intently.

"Well," she began slowly, "today morning, in the bedroom, then at the dining table... that was all intended." she admitted, looking anywhere but at him.

He laughed out aloud, as he experienced an inexplicable joy at the knowledge that his wife had gone to such lengths just to win his affections, and also at his own foolishness for having spent so many days running away from her.

He kissed her forehead, and whispered, "I love you, my madrasan. Only you. You know that, don't you?"

Her heart leapt at his words. "I love you too... Raavan Kumar", she giggled, and as she snuggled into his secure arms, she finally understood what contentment felt like.

~THE END~

Hello Pallavi I had mention about picture of aniversary before it will be the picture when Raman arrange all anniversary in Ishu clinic with rose Patel falling and all the thank you. I didn't 't see in the list. I think it will be very romantic one if some body can write the story and I will suggest for Ankita too. Just give my idea hope it Is ok with you to add more picture cause today I see you put new one about Ishra Holi sizzlering.thank you.😊

Originally posted by: usaonly

Hello Pallavi I had mention about picture of aniversary before it will be the picture when Raman arrange all anniversary in Ishu clinic with rose Patel falling and all the thank you. I didn't 't see in the list. I think it will be very romantic one if some body can write the story and I will suggest for Ankita too. Just give my idea hope it Is ok with you to add more picture cause today I see you put new one about Ishra Holi sizzlering.thank you.😊

will add it Jum. 😊

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