PicOSthon: 39 OSes | Catch up with the ones u hv missed! :) - Page 68

Hello all! I'm so happy to be part of this awesome initiative by Peace. Thanks for including me.

My first pic is below. I loved this original scene, both IshRa's expressions were sooo adorable. And it reminded me immediately of Dil to Pagal Hai so I'm taking a bit of inspiration from the inspiration for my story. Even KPs reaction to realizing he was pants-less was so much like SRK. Anyway so my take was to use the themes of separation and pantslessness 😛 to create my OS rather than recreating the exact situation. Sorry if its too long, I tend to be wordy. And my hindi is not great so please forgive any mistakes! Hope you enjoy and please do like/comment!

"Let's go Ishita, yaar"

It was a Thursday afternoon and Raman was waiting on Ishita at home. After much complaining and lecturing by his Madrassan he had taken a half day off to spend time with his family. Things at work had been so hectic the past week and a half with quarterly financials due that he had barely seen his girls or any of his family during that time. He would leave before they woke up and got back home late night only to find Ishita and Ruhi snuggled up and already asleep. Even when his wife called, he had no time to chat over the phone. Their interactions had been limited to brief text messages of necessity and, he smiled to himself, a few pictures from his Jhansi ki Rani trying to entice him to abandon work and come home. Some were of Ruhi making sad or puppy faces for her Papa and some were of the two of them doing this or that, wishing he was with them. He sighed deeply recalling wistfully one particular image of her alone; she was showcasing a new black satin nightgown.

Finally a break had materialized as the team was going to be submitting all their documents for a first round verification and he could steal half a day while they were being reviewed. It was the summer holidays so Ruhi didn't have school but she had begun taking piano lessons. Papaji had already gone to drop her off today. The plan was for Raman and Ishita to come home from work early, do some shopping together, then pick up Ruhi after her lesson and go out for early dinner at her favorite Chinese restaurant.

"Puttar, aaj raat toh bahar hi khaoge na, tum teeno" his mother asked as he paced around the living room. [Son, you will be eating out tonight right?]

"Haan maa, humare liye kuch mat banana" [Yes, mom, don't make anything for us]

"Chale Raman" [Shall we go]

Ishita had walked down quietly, in a casual deep blue chudidaar looking pretty. He glared at her for making him wait but also took the opportunity to stare at her. She looked back blankly at him, waiting to make a move as a long moment passed.

He could hear his mom laughing in the background.

"Lagta hai bahut din huye tumse chiddhe hue Ishita. Aankhen toh hatt hi nahin rahin wajah dhoondne mein."

[Looks like it's been too long since he's been irritated with you Ishita. See he can't even take his eyes off you while he looks for a reason]

Ishita hid a shy laugh while grabbing Raman's arm and steering him out of the house. They walked down to the car.

"Madrassan, yeh kya public mein?" [Whats this, in public?]

Ishita had entwined her hand into his as they made their way down. She smirked at him in response but kept her hand there. She had missed him terribly over the last couple of weeks. Life had been boring without his constant jokes and stormy presence. Ruhi had missed him very much too. Especially with her being home for the holidays, she had been expecting to play more with her Papa. Hopefully it wouldn't be busy for him for much longer; he was looking really exhausted.

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The mall was quite empty in the late afternoon. The work lunchers who came to the food court or the restaurants had returned to work while the remaining shoppers shuffled around aimlessly. Ishita loved shopping and Raman didn't mind it, so it seemed like the best place to kill a few hours together while they waited for Ruhi to be done with her lesson.

Raman was taking advantage of every opportunity to touch Ishita. They held hands while walking through the stores, he brushed away imaginary things off her face just so he could run his fingers across her cheeks and when she sorted through the racks, he followed her as though inspecting, glued to her side. Surprisingly his Madrassan hadn't objected to any of it. In fact she invited more of it by not brushing him off as she usually did and with the covert smiles he would notice on her face as she looked away. Raman wondered if it was their virtual separation of the last couple of weeks that had loosened her up or whether she only felt uncomfortable about PDA in the presence of their family. He resolved quietly to take her out alone more often to confirm.

They had collected several things for their daughter already and were looking through the men's section for some new shirts for Raman and he was being very picky. As she picked them out, he would grab them from her and put them back, making sure to hold her hand for as long as possible. Ishita was enjoying his touchiness. After the long break from him, her body was reacting very strongly to each brush of his skin; like a reformed addict who was lapsing quickly. She blushed remembering the dream she had of him after the first week of his increased hours at work. That's what had prompted her to take the drastic step of going out to nervously purchase the black slip and sending him that photograph a few days ago. It had certainly elicited a reaction from him, of many shocked and drooling emoticons, but no result as he didn't manage to complete work till the early morning hours that day. She sighed and looked over at his frowning face fondly, happy just to be with him now.

"Yeh kya purple rang ka shirt, koi fashion sense hi nahin tumhe. Ladkiyon wali colors mujhe pasand nahi" [Whats this a purple shirt, you have no fashion sense. I don't like girly colors.]

"Yehi sab floral colors hi aap pe acchche lagte hain. Main kya jaanu kyun. Aur waise bhi aapke kitney pink shirts hain?" [Flowery colors look good on you, don't ask me why. And anyways, how many pink shirts do you have again?]

"Pink ki baat alag hai. Aaj kal it's a trendy color for men" [Pink is different, it's a trendy color for men now]

"Bade aaye Trendy Kumar. Aur meri fashion sense ki mazaak mat udao...aaj kal toh bade compliments dete ho meri sarees ko aur ab kya hua. Ek baar try toh karlo" [Yeah right, Trendy Kumar. And don't make fun of my fashion sense, lately you keep complimenting my sarees, what happened now. At least try it first.]

"Teek hain meri maa, jaata hoon...trial room mein at least lecture se bacchoonga." [Okay okay, I'll go...at least I'll be able to escape your lecture in the trial room.]

She pouted and he winked at her walking away. Raman smiled relishing their banter which he had missed so much. The fitting room was deserted too, the attendant pointed him towards the end of the row and left to put away some merchandise. He started trying on the set of shirts they had picked out and a few pants and suits. Most fit well but he really wasn't sure about the purple shirt, it was too bright he felt. But his Madrassan was stubborn so he had to show her himself otherwise she would assume that he never even tried it. He came out of the trial rooms and walked over to where Ishita was sifting through some ties nearby.

"Dekho Ishita. Maine kaha tha naa...purple mera shade nahin hain. I'm too pale for this bright a color yaar." [See Ishita, didn't I tell you...purple is just not my shade. I'm too pale for such a bright color.]

She stared at him with widening eyes, a shocked expression on her face.

"Kya hua, aise gol gappe jaise aankhen kyun bana rahi ho? Tumhare selection mein itna burra lag raha hoon kya?" [What happened, why are your eyes so big? Do I look that bad in this selection of yours?]

"Raman...aap..." She stood there still stunned, looking him up and down and then burst out laughing.

"Arre pagal ho gayi kya?" [Have you gone mad?]

"Raman, aapke pants kaha hai??" [Raman, where are your pants??]

"Pants kaha hain matlabbb...SHIT" [What do you mean where are my pants...SHIT]

He had just looked down at himself. At the same time he heard some low sniggers around him. Of course now when you don't want people nearby, they are right around the corner waiting to laugh at you. Raman cursed himself, his mind was so burned out he had forgotten what he had put on and what he'd taken off. Thankfully the shirt was long and gave him enough cover to avoid a really embarrassing situation. He tried to look around coolly as he inched behind Ishita, hiding himself and wishing he was dead. His dear wife, for her part, continued to giggle softly, unable to hide her amusement fully.

"Hasso hasso...chaar din kya ghar main nahin tha, pati ke liye izzat hi nai rahi". [Keep laughing, I'm not home for a few days and you've lost all sense of respect for your husband]

Suddenly, Ishita felt self-conscious of Raman standing behind her in his state and started to back away. He followed behind her as she shuffled away. "Stop moving yaar".

"Raman, aap jayiye naa". [Raman, why don't you go]

He glanced around to see if there were fewer people looking at him now, giving some of them murderous glares to stop their staring. "Hota hai, hota hai" [It happens, It happens] he said coolly walking and then running back to the trial room.

Ishita burst out laughing again as she saw his fleeing back disappear into the fitting rooms. She shook her head at her adorable Raavan Kumar, how he made her laugh. He must really be exhausted, she thought to herself. His mind was clearly all over the place.

Raman's face burned in embarrassment as he went back into his fitting area, stopping suddenly at the entrance to his room. His stuff was gone, all the store clothes he had brought in but also his own pants and belt. He walked tentatively back out to the front of the trial area to call for the attendant but no one seemed to be around.

"Arrey kya museebat hai yeh" [Ugh what a situation]

Grumbling he returned back to the room. Thankfully he had walked out with his phone earlier when he decided to give everyone a good show. Raman Kumar Bhalla can leave his pants behind but not his mobile phone apparently. He hit his own head dramatically and texted his biwi who must still be giggling away, he thought angrily.

Beep

"The attendant cleared out my things. No pants :( Can you bring me a pair of store ones?"

Beep

"What Raman, I can't come into the men's fitting room. I'll go look for him"

Beep

"Arre there's no one here. God knows where that guy is now anyway. Please please come."

Beep

"Ugh ok ok"

Ishita grabbed the first pair of pants she saw in Raman's size and headed over. She walked in calling out loudly so as not to surprise anyone.

"Hello...Raman...main aajaoo?" [Hello...Raman...shall I come in?]

"Yes yes. I'm in the back, last stall."

Ishita walked back to where Raman was and knocked on his door. As he opened it slightly, she held out the pants to him and waited. With a jerk she felt herself pulled inside the trial room as Raman opened the door wider and grabbed her arm. As she stumbled in, she looked up at him to find a naughtly glint in his eyes and a smile spreading over his features. This brilliant idea had just occurred to him a second ago and he decided to test whether she had been missing him as much he had missed her.

"Raman aap kya kar rahe ho, koi dekh lega." [What are you doing, someone will see]

"Didn't you notice, no one is out there. No one to save you from me."

"Kya mazaak hain yeh, main jaa rahi hoon." [What nonsense, I'm leaving]

He grabbed her as she turned to leave and pushed her gently against the wall of the room, closing the distance between them quickly; his replacement pants long forgotten on the floor.

"Raavan Kumar!" she hit him but couldn't stop a side smile from escaping.

Raman slid his hands down her sides and rested on her waist. Looking down he remembered that she wasn't wearing her usual saree today and frowned in disappointment, making a sad face at her. She raised an eyebrow in question.

"Aaj kal main tumhare kapdo ki than ki tareef isiliye karta hoon kyunki usme tumhari yeh kamar...you know, easy access for me. Aur nikalne mein bhi zyaada aasani hoti hain".

[I've been complimenting your sarees lately because in them, your waist is...you know, easy access for me. And they are easier to take off to.]

She made a shocked face at him.

"Kuch toh sharam karo, do bachcho ke baap hain aap. Safeid baal bhi nikal rahe hain tumhare aur Mall ke fitting room mein aapko yeh baatein sooj rahi hain?"

[Have some shame, you a father of two kids. You're even getting white hairs and these are the thoughts you're having in the fitting room of a mall?]

"Kya karoon, itney din tumhe chooa tak nahin. Kitna miss kiya tumhe yaar. Aur jab late ghar aata tha, tum Ruhi ko protection banake sogayi. Uthakar bhi romance na kar paaya."

[What do I do, all these days I haven't even touched you. I missed you a lot. When I came home late, you would be sleeping with Ruhi like she was your protection. I couldn't even wake you up for some romancing.]

"Maine kaha itni waqt office main rehne ko? Dekho, apni dimaag ki halat dekho. Bina pants ke bahar aagaye." She laughed again.

[Did I tell you to stay at work for so many hours? Look at whats happened to your mind. Walking out without pants.]

"Dimaag ka toh pata nahi, but something else is in a bad way. Help karogi?"
[I don't know about my mind, but something else is in a bad way. Will you help?]

Ishita blushed at his words as Raman moved his hands up her curves slowly. "Raman, mujhe jaane do na please. Koi sun lega." [Raman, let me go please. Someone will hear us]

To hold her in place he pinned her hands against the wall as he leaned into her face and whispered, "Teek hain, main kuch nahin boloonga ab" [Okay, I won't say anything else now]

Swiftly he look her mouth in an intense kiss, pushing her head against the wall as his body closed the little distance remaining between them. Ishita felt the familiar dual sensations of the prickle of his stubble with the softness of his lips. Kissing him back with a hunger she couldn't remember feeling, she opened her mouth inviting him in. Freeing her hands from his she curved them around his neck and knotted her fingers into his hair. She was immobilized against the wall, his body weight against her as she lost track of where she was completely. His hands were trying to go underneath her kurta top, frustrated at not being able to touch more of her. But he managed to reach his favorite area, her waist, and squeezed with an urgency that stirred her insides. She sighed into his mouth at the long awaited sensation. Raman withdrew his lips and traveled them across her jaw over to the crook of her neck to plant wet kisses there. She pressed his head into herself craving more. The edge of his teeth brushed roughly against her collarbone and her breath hitched. He smiled at the sound and made his way back to her lips as if to answer its call.

Pressing his lips softly against hers this time he mumbled, "I missed you so much Ishita. I missed your scent. Your lips. I missed holding you, feeling you. And I missed the sounds of your pleasure".

A whimper was all she could muster in response as she pulled his lips back onto hers again. She hadn't realized how much she had missed this. His caresses which drove her crazy, the huskiness in his voice when he was turned on and most off all, the look in his eyes during these moments; filled with desire, love and yearning. All for her.

They were still lost in each other when a loud thump of a box being dropped brought them out of their moment suddenly. Ishita looked stricken as they parted and stilled, waiting to see if someone was out there but no other sound came and she sighed in relief.

"This is so embarrassing. Kya hogaya mujhe." [What happened to me] She blushed profusely at her own behavior as he planted a kiss on her forehead, smiling. They were both breathing heavily.

"Lagta hai Jhansi ki Rani ne bhi mujhe miss kiya, no?" [Looks like JKR also missed me, no?]

Ishita smiled demurely while pushing his face away. "Chalo ab jaana nahin kya, tumhare pants bhi wapas lene hain. Aur phir Ruhi." [Okay now shouldn't we get going, we have to get your pants back too. And then Ruhi.]

"Aur uske baad" [And after that]

"Ruhi ke saath dinner" [Dinner with Ruhi]

"Uske baad" [And then]

"Ice cream!"

"Arre tumhe har waqt khaane ki hi fikar hai. USKE baad?" [You're always thinking of food. After that?]

"Uske baad...GHAR" [After that...HOME]

"Uske baaad." He lowered his voice suggestively

"Uske baad good night!" She laughed and turned away.

"Teek hai, good night boldoonga lekin uske baad no more words. And I want to see that black nightgown, ok?"
[Okay, I'll say good night but no more words after that. And I want to see that black nightgown, ok?]

He tried to pinch her waist as she opened the door. Ishita turned around and gave him a dazzling smile that stopped his heart. While he stared at her, she leaned back and gave him a quick kiss on the lips, and then stuck her tongue out at him impishly and left. Raman stood shaking his head happily at his pagal madrassan. Slowly a mischievous smile spread over his features; tonight was going to be fun.

This scene is so adorable.. I've watched the original one countless times😆

And I must say, you've used it so well in this OS...loved it!! And the trial room romance.. uff.. so cute😳

Me too! So cute they were despite the drama that was happening. It was good to have a light moment. Thanks for reading and commenting Neethi yaar :)

Thanks so much Mehak!!