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Haiyo Rabba Pyar Diyaan Majbooriyaan!

Raman was very upset! He was annoyed with his wife Ishita, who despite his protests had brought Shagun, his ex-wife, into their home. The situation was made doubly uncomfortable for him now as at this moment in time he had been ready to confess his love and desire for his wife, but what had she done? Right at the crucial time Ishita had decided to not only bring that drunken woman home, but also placed her in their bedroom, on their bed and told HIM to sleep in the lounge!

Grrr!!

Only he knew how Shagun's presence was irritating him. He couldn't stand her presence! He was unable to talk to Ishita privately as his family members occupied all the other rooms and Shagun was dominating their bedroom, his and Ishita's one private space. However he urgently needed to discuss this matter with Ishita and find a solution to get rid of Shagun as soon as possible. He was no longer prepared to hold back his feelings for his wife nor accept another obstacle between him and Ishita!

He looked towards the hall clock, 11.25. Everyone was asleep but his samaj sevak wife was busy nursing Shagun. How could a woman be so giving, so forgiving and so caring? She didn't realize that all these attributes of hers were making her even more irresistible, lovable and alluring to him. All he wanted to do was take her in his arms, capture her delicate lips in his and kiss her senseless!

But this madam had other plans! After kicking him out of the room she was sleeping on the sofa, next to Shagun, just in case she woke up or needed anything in the night! Well! What about his needs? His desires? Who would fulfil them? He paced the sitting room and thought irritably!

Enough was enough! He decided he had to take matters into his own hands and took his phone out.

Beep

"Ishita I don't feel well, I have a severe headache. Can you please bring me some medicine from our bathroom cabinet?"

"Kya huwa?"

"I'm coming"

Raman punched the air triumphantly!

Yes!

Abb madrasan kabo main aayi. Putter acting shurru kar! Semaj sevak say seva karwa aur mazzay loot lay! Yeh Shagun ki wajah say apni hi biwi say choron ki tarah pyar karna paday ga!

Raman opened the top few buttons of his shirt and quickly lay down on the sofa and pretended to be in pain as he heard Ishita's footsteps on the staircase.

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Ishita rushed down from her room quietly, making sure Shagun was comfortable and careful not to wake the others. She hadn't been asleep and became worried sick after reading Raman's text. She knew she was partly to blame for his headache. She realized that he must be feeling uncomfortable about having his ex wife in the house. A woman who had betrayed and left him, and whom he loathed.

But Ishita just couldn't have left her on a random road in the dejected condition that they had found her. Especially with nowhere to go after Ashok had dumped her. Ishita was a woman herself and could not bear for a fellow woman to be left on the road like that! This was Delhi, at night! The vultures of the night would have chewed her up and spitted her out with nothing left behind! No Ishita couldn't have beared that on her conscience. She wouldn't wish a fate like that on anyone! Not even her enemy.

So she had done the only thing in her power. She had brought Shagun home. Understandably everyone had been upset with Ishita for bringing her, but unable to deny her argument they had retired to their respective rooms, dejected. This obviously left only Ishita and Raman's room to put Shagun! That was how she had ended up in their room and Raman to be extremely angry with Ishita.

She had been looking for a way to pacify him and so had seized the opportunity the text had provided. She knew she would have to talk to Raman and explain her stance to him. May be she could romance him a little to cheer him up and improve his mood.

He had become pretty romantic these past few weeks she reflected! But she had always been either too busy or too shy to respond. Well now was the perfect opportunity to show him how romantic she could be! Albeit it would probably have to be a watered down version of romance as he was in the middle of the living room! She giggled to herself.

"Ishita you ARE a pagal madrasan! Tujhay bhi ABHI romance yaad aya? When he is in a public place?"

She giggled some more but quickly took the meds out of the cupboard, along with some almond oil and tiptoed downstairs.

Raman sat up on the sofa as Ishita came down stairs, rushed over and started fussing over him. She gave him the pain killer with some water, which he promptly put in his shirt pocket instead of his mouth. Then she tried to open the top of the oil bottle but some fell accidentally onto the floor. Tutting she looked around her and spotted the tissue box on the table. She reached over to grab a tissue to wipe the oil but in doing so slipped instead and promptly fell face down, on top of Raman on the sofa.

As Raman saw her slip he swiftly put his hands out to grab the bottle of oil as well as to catch her as she fell, with both of them tumbling onto the sofa into each other's arms.

She gasped!

As she fell, Ishita had shut her eyes tightly expecting the worse, to fall onto the floor. But instead she pleasantly found her fall being cushioned by Raman's strong arms encasing her and his warm soft body underneath her. As she slowly opened her eyes now, she found herself looking straight into his molten orbs which had darkened somewhat. He looked at her intently as their sudden closeness and position on the sofa sparked their hidden desires.

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Raman felt hypnotized as ishita squirmed in his arms and grinned at how without doing the women of his desires had inadvertently landed in his arms! His hands took on a mind of their own as they slowly slid from Ishita's waist to her derriere to bring her closer still in these stolen moments, leaving a burning trail as they caressed her body. She heard him moan and squeeze her bottom, the close contact making her aware of how aroused he was. Ishita too felt a deep pang of desire coarse through her at the realization and she found herself aching for more. The revelation caused her to turn beet red with embarrassment and she struggled to control her body's reactions.

"Raman..." His name escaped her lips in a guttural slur. He never knew his name could sound so erotic from anyone's mouth. This thought led his eyes to her quivering plump lips just a few inches away from his face.

"Kyaa?" He couldn't resist teasing her.

He felt an irresistible urge to kiss her and eliminate all the distances between them. But he looked back up into her eyes to seek out if she was feeling the same as him, and when he did he saw his own desire reflected in them. That was all the sign he needed to give him the confidence to close the gap and capture her delicate tips in a soul searing kiss.

As he kissed her his hands roamed all over her. They shifted their bodies on the uncomfortable sofa until they were laying on their sides, still locked in the kiss. Roman's hands had ventured under Ishita's kurta and stroked her delicate smooth skin drowning Ishita in these wonderful new sensations! Her hands were dug deep in his hair and around his neck pulling him into her.