Hello! Here's the last chapter of the TS. Please read and share your comments. Not proof read. Please ignore typos.
Part - 2
Raman's heart leapt at the sight of her. Even from a distance he could see her breathing hard and her face was still pinkish reddish from their little adventure upstairs, the lovely blush adding to her beauty. Her red salwar suit made it worse for him.But more than anything, what turned him on was the anger in her eyes. She was standing there and staring at him ,literally fuming. That's when he winked at her and there.. she blushed again. He was thoroughly enjoying this. He picked up his phone and texted her. "Make up your mind Madrasan ..ya toh gussa karo ..ya blush karo..dono saath main ?? Lucky me !!".
Rinki called out to Ishita and as she walked towards the dining table where Simi and Rinki were seated, he heard her phone beep but she did not pay attention. He hid himself partly behind the newspaper and peeped. She joined them at the table now. Simi and Rinki were checking out jwellery designs and South Indian wedding attires.
"Bhabhi pls help us with this, we are not sure what to choose for.." Rinki didn't complete her sentence as she looked up from the laptop and saw Ishita's face. She nudged Simmi .."Kamre main toh Raj aur Simran hai..aap kyun laal ho rahi hai bhabhi.". They stared giggling.
"Great !!" Ishita thought to herself..Raavan Kumar kam pad raha tha..ab yeh dono bhi shuru ho gaye..
"Kuch bhi Rinki.. ab dikhao mujhe kya dekh rahe ho.. kya help chahiye?"
Rinki told her that they both were confused about what designs to choose for the sari. Ishita told them not to break their head looking at designs online. She offered to give them a designer's contact number who was in Delhi and was really good at designing South Indian wedding attires. She unlocked her phone and that's when she saw his message. Her face turned a deeper shade of pink if that was possible, more from anger this time. She put her phone down on the table with more force than she intended ,making a loud noise. Everybody in the room looked up at her including Bhalla ji. Raman held his breath and somehow stopped himself from laughing out loud.
"Kya hua Ishita , tum gussa kyun ho ? " Simmi was concerned now.
"Arre.. nayi.. woh actually number nahi mil raha tha...aur woh itna sara kaam pada hai.."
"Chill Ishita tu kyun tension le rahi hai.. ..tujhe rest karna chahiye.. tere pair abhi puri tarah se theekh bhi nahi hua hai.. aur Rinki hai na yahan pe.. Mihika bhi aarahi hai thodi der main.. tu tension mat le...chalo thoda pani piyo.. relax karo"
While Simmi was getting Ishita to relax, Raman's mind started racing, planning his next move. He was on a roll today.He got up and called out to his Papa.. "Papa main zara bahar jaa raha hoon.. yahin paas main..aap ko kuch chahiye ..Ma..Simmi , Ishita.. tum logo ko kuch chahiye ..raat ke dinner ke liye kuch saaman reh gaya hai toh pls bata do". Everybody answered in the negative except for Ishita who didn't care to look or respond. She breathed a sigh of relief when he walked out.
"Simmi main zara Amma ke yahan ho ke aati hoo.. woh..Rahul aur Anjali ke liye kamra ready kar wana hai.. tum log baat karo designer se.. theek hai." She gave them the number and walked over to her Amma's.
Amma had left the front door open but was nowhere to be seen. She called out to her Amma and Madhavi responded somewhere from her bedroom. Ishita did not have the energy to walk up to her Amma's room as she was still using the support of a walking stick. So she just shouted out "Ammaa !! woh actually Raman ke cousin aur unke wife Amritsar se aa rahe hai..aur humare yahan toh already houseful.hai.. woh do dino ke liye yahi rukenge mere kamre main.. main zara dekh ke aati hoon kamra... kuch saaf safayi chahiye toh main Neelu se karvaloongi".
She walked towards her room without waiting for Amma's response. Its only when she entered her room..her Amma's voice reached her..she heard something like "Haan..Ishu... Raman hai.. andar.. check ..." She didn't catch the rest . Her heart missed a few beats.. and two strong hands circled her waist from behind..gripping tightly.. his cologne overpowerd her senses. "Welcome back into my arms Madrasan..did you miss me ?" he breathed into her ear .
Thankfully this time since her mouth was free she voiced out her protests ,while trying to wriggle out of his arms. "Raman.. this is not done chodo !! I am telling you!!.. ". He was too strong for her and she knew there was no point in struggling.
"Suno meri baat..Ishita.. Amma ko pata hai ki hum dona yahan hai.. hum kamra theek kar rahe hai.. remember.. agar tum zor zor se.. chodo Raman, jaane do Raman..aise bologi toh.. Amma will hear us and you will only end up embarrassing yourself... " .He said in a no nonsense tone.
She lowered her voice "aapko kya lagta hai..." Her words died in her throat ..and instead a moan escaped when his lips came in contact with the exposed skin on her back. She cursed herself for wearing a deep cut design. She had braided her hair neatly today , making it easier for him to cover every inch of exposed skin on her back. She moaned again when he bit her lightly.. her body was on fire, unfamiliar but pleasurable sensations going through her body..and just when she thought she couldn't take any more, one of his hands started moving up from her waist roaming all over her front now. She gasped ! "Ramannn !! pls noo!!". His lips continued to suck on her neck now while his hand continued to feel and squeeze her upper body.. She bit her lower lip to stop herself from moaning out load, her hands still trying to get his hands off her body..it was a losing battle..some sane part of her mind told her..that she should be thankful she was not wearing a saree today and just when she thought her knees would buckle..he let go off her and before she could even turn around ...he left the room. She held onto the near by table for support breathing hard. She heard him speaking to Amma "Amma sab theek hai.. un dono ke liye yeh kamra perfect hai. Ishita aa jao na bahar.. kya kar rahi ho?." She clenched her teeth , temper rising in her again.Her back felt sore and she didn't really need a mirror to know there were huge red marks all over. She sat down on the bed and unbraided her hair.
"Achcha.. chalo tum aa jaana..ghar pe milta hoon." She then heard him saying bye to her Amma. She walked up to the mirror arranged her hair neatly to cover her back , checked her neck thoroughly and slowly made her way out.Thankfully,when she came out her Amma was in the kitchen. She just waved to her Amma, saying she will send Neelu just to tidy up the room and walked out. She paused before the door to her house, composing herself and she swore by all the 330 million gods of Hindu religion that if she finds him on that sofa smirking at her.. she will bloody KILL HIM !!!
Raman was already in the parking area, walking towards his car whistling a happy tune. He had errands to run.. after all it was his beloved sister's engagement . He patted himself literally on his back, for the success of his calculated move. Who said he wasn't good at planning and strategy? He was the best in business. He got into the car and drove away with a smile on his face.
When Ishita stepped inside , thankfully he was nowhere to be seen. Simmi and Rinki were still engrossed in the laptop. "Ishita .. aao baitho.. baat hogayi humari designer se.. kal bulaya hai.. " As she approached the table , Simmi and Rinki stared at her curiously.. "yeh ho kya raha hai Ishita..tu aur zyaada lal ho gayi hai.. yeh sach main gusse ki wajah se hai ya.. lekin.. bhai toh kahi aas paas bhi nazar nahi arahe hai.."
"Aur dekho bhabhi ne hair style bhi change kiya.. waise bhi aap khule baalon main zyada pretty lagthi hai".. Rinki was all smiles.
"Bhai ko bhi yehi pasand hai na..?" Simmi asked her.
She was too tired to answer those questions. She just smiled and made an attempt to walk towards her room and then realized , it had other occupants who were probably busy now. Damn she couldn't rest in the privacy of her room. She cursed herself and turned to Simmi .
"Simmi ...kya main tumhare room main thodi der rest kar sakthi hoon?"
"Arre.. pooch kyun rahi ho ..jaaaona. "
When she reached the door to Simmi's room she paused ,suddenly tensing up. It was a case of once bitten twice shy and quiet literally in her case. She traced back her steps.."Simmii..eh..Raman.."
"Kya?..Bhai toh bahar gaye hue hai na.."
"Toh wapas nahi aaye?"
"Nahin..Dekh Rinki..kaisi tadap rahi hai" . Simmi gestured dramatically.
Ishita ignored that and went inside and found Ananya sleeping peacefully in the middle of the bed, pillows arranged on either side of her. She settled on one side of the bed and looked at Ananya, wishing she could sleep like that . She closed her eyes , the memory of what just happened filling her mind, her senses ,overpowering her anger and strangely she ached for more of it. She pushed that thought away immediately and tried convincing herself that she was angry. Her biggest grouse against him was the fact that she was willing to give up her comfort and make adjustments for the comfort of his family and instead of appreciating that , he had shouted at her..and then proceeded to challenge her . How insensitive ?? Again , unwillingly, her mind went back to that moment when he said he was dying to make love to her ..she replayed that moment again and again in her mind and drifted off into sleep. He did not spare her even in her dreams. 40 mins later she woke up with a jerk , feeling his hands all over her. But it was only a dream. She was perspiring inspite of the AC and her heartbeats have paced up again. If he kept up with this,.she would definitely die of heart attack, she thought to herself and cursed him.
When she stepped out , the kitchen was abuzz with the preparations for lunch. Mihika came forward and hugged her ."Akka , main thodi der pehle aayi thi, Simmi ne kaha aap rest kar rahi hai..aajao humare saath baith jao.. " Mihika made her sit on the sofa along with Simmi and Rinki. Her eyes scanned the room but found him nowhere. She felt a tinge of disappointment, forgetting all about her anger when she heard Toshi ji say Raman is yet to come. Her eyes kept darting to the front door ,expecting him to walk in any moment. And suddenly he just walked in ! She got up and walked to the kitchen pretending to be disinterested. Raman suppressed a grin. "Uff ! yeh madrasan ki nakhren.. meri raah dekh rahi thi.. lekin manegi nahin". He thought to himself.
Standing in the kitchen , she was tempted to turn around and look at him. But her ego wouldn't let her do it.. so she pretended to be interested in the dish being cooked on the stove. The heat rising up from the dish kind of melted her ego or so she thought , because she couldn't take it anymore and she turned around , only to see him rush back outside pulling his phone out from his pockets.She lost interest in the dish and walked back to the living room , the Jagga Jasoos in her was curious now.
Raman rushed outside and picked Mihir's call. "Mihir.. suno meri baat.. I should have called you earlier. No no.. don't bring that stuff here now... yahan pe kuch alag hi kaand hua hai.. main tujhe baad main bataoonga.. no ..the plan is definitely on..there is no way I am cancelling this plan. Tu bas thoda time de mujhe..let me figure this out.. I will call you back.. ok ? chal.. bye.
When he came back inside, his JKR was seated on the couch along with Rinki looking at something on Rinki's laptop.Save for Riniki and Ishita no one else was in sight. He stood at the entrance watching her. He noticed that she had unbraided her hair and left it loose covering her back completely and he suppressed yet another grin. Rinki suddenly turned to him " Bhai.. idhar aayiye pls.. yaad hai maine aap ko bataya tha woh resort ke bare mein, in Jaipur, jahan main aur Mihir jane ke soch rahe hai. .yehi hai woh. He walked over to them and leaned over from behind the couch. She held her breath. His cologne had been driving her crazy since morning. "Arre bhai khade kyun hai aap , yahan aayiye na, humare saath baitthiye". He walked around to Rinki's side of the couch.Rinki suddenly got up , handed over the laptop to him and said "Actually ,mujhe Mihir se kuch urgent baat karni hai..app yahan bhabhi ke saath baith ke dekhiye. and let me know what you think .. I l be back " Saying this she walked inside with her phone leaving just him and Ishita in the living room. He couldn't believe his luck.The universe was truly conspiring , in his favour of course. He sat down next to her,almost sticking to her,holding the laptop.
Her brain stopped working and her heart went into overdrive. Never before has this happened to her. She had sat down with him, literally sticking to him so many times in the past and she was always comfortable. Today his proximity was driving her crazy.She kept her eyes fixed on the pictures being displayed on the screen. In a low voice he asked her "Madarsan, yeh baal tum ne khula kyun choda hai..kya chupa rahi ho ?"
"Mere baal hai.. baand ke rakhu ya khula chodu..meri marzi" came her angry retort.
What he did next was something she never ever imagined even in her wildest dreams. And she had no idea how he did that . In one fluid motion he slid his left hand up through the side slit in her salwar suit and reached the hook of her bra behind her. Her eyes almost popped out and her breath caught in her throat when he felt his fingers pulling on her strap. Her immediate instinct was to get up but he was too fast ..before she could so much as blink, he spoke "Hold it Ishita..if you so much as move from here..I am going to unhook this.. and I mean it!!". She panicked and looked around to make sure no one was watching them. They were the only ones in the living room.. but there were people at the dining table and it's an open kitchen.. anybody can walk in any minute. The smart ass that he is , he had perched the laptop on his lap in such a manner , that it blocked the view for anyone who happened to look in their direction. Their back was ofcourse protected by the couch. She could barely speak but she still managed "What the HELL Raman? Are you OUT OF YOUR MIND?". She could not shout, so she stressed on each word. He did not respond. He just held on.. his fingers did not stray but he started drawing patterns on her skin with his index finger, his other fingers still curled up on the strap.. She was losing her sanity , she felt the heat rising up not just in her cheeks but just about everywhere. "Kya hua... kuch ho raha hai tumhe?". He asked her, his voice was barely a whisper now. Her breathing became labored but she somehow manged to speak , "Raman please!! You are stretching this too far".He turned his face to look at her, her eyes were still fixed on the laptop screen. "I am not stretching it at all" he replied. He pulled the strap backwards..and said "see.. now I am stretching it " . He watched her hands curl into fists, beads of perspiration forming on her forehead and her eyes were closed now. He let go and pulled his hand out with equal ease. He heard her breath out , but she did not open her eyes.
She opened her eyes only when she heard Rinki's voice approaching them.She felt his gaze on her but she did not turn to look at him. He moved the laptop and kept it aside and shifted a little further away from her.
Rinki and Mihika came and plonked on the sofa opposite to them and looked at them curiously. Ishita unlocked her phone and pretended to be busy. Rinki..called out.. "Simmi di.. idhar aana pls". When Simmi joined them, Rinki continued "Mihika pata.. hai.. Main aur Simmi di ek book likh ne ki soch rahe hai.." Mihika was clueless . "Pata hai book ka title kya hai..its called 50 shades of red". Ishita continued to stare into her phone. Raman pulled out his phone and walked out on the pretext of making a call.
Mihika still didn't get the whole picture. "Saaf saaf bolo na". "woh baat kuch aisi hai mihika.. subah se main aur Simmi di dekh rahe hai.. Ishita bhabhi ko.. do you see the color on her face now.. subah subah yeh pinkish tha.. aur beech beeh main aur laal hogaya.. and now its probably the deepest shade of red".
All 3 of them burst out laughing and that earned them a deadly glare from Ishita. She wasn't amused at all. She wanted to go out and punch him. When hecame back in, Rinki called him again "Bhai apne dekha woh resort .. kya khayal hai..main soch rahi thi .. aap ko aur bhabhi ko bhi saath chalna chahiye".
He leaned on the couch right behind Ishita resting his palms on the couch for support. "Resort toh acha..hai.. par Jaipur.. I am not sure... woh kya hai na.. North main toh bohat ghoom liya.. I think its time to go DOWN SOUTH" He stressed on the last 2 words more for his Madrasan's benefit. "Cochin may be ya.. kumarakom... back waters you know.". Rinki pondered on that . Ishita did not hear anything after DOWN SOUTH. She was sure now that she will die today and the cause of death would be Hyperventilation.
He wondered whether he had taken it too far with that comment, because he did not detect any movement from her and he could not see her face from where he was standing. "Come on Jhaansi Ki Rani.. react" he thought. Toshi ji called out to everyone for lunch. She wasn't budging and he didn't feel like moving either. Simmi, Rinki and Mihika walked over to the dining area. He felt bad now.. he turned to leave and was surprised whe she caught hold of his wrist . "Bahar chaliye " is all she said and walked ahead of him dragging him outside. Once they were outside she let go his hand and turned to him.
"Enough is enough Raman !" . She wasn't shouting but he could see she was trying hard to control her temper. "Don't you dare try anymore of your stupid stunts on me?"
And JKR was back ! He was elated. "So that's the term you would use to describe what I did? Stupid Stunts ?" He air quoted the last 2 words.
"Yes..stupid stunts .. that's what they were"
"Then I must say , your body reacts wonderfully to stupidity !" She blushed for the millionth time that day. He stepped a little closer " Madrasan..kyun lad rahi ho ?" She melted instantly , sensing the tenderness in his voice. It took all her willpower to not show it on her face. She just shook her head in exasperation and went inside.
Lunch was a silent affair...not for the family members.. a Punjabi family lunch is never silent but it was for Raman and Ishita, as neither of them spoke a word. She kept stealing glances at him, nibbling on her food but he never looked at her, not even once. She couldn't understand whether she was angry or sad or both. He couldn't believe the turn of events since morning. He was looking forward to a passionate night with her...but these moments were infinitely more thrilling. It took all his mental strength to not look at her right now because he wanted to know how desparate she will get if he ignores her.Little did he know that his blowing hot and blowing cold treatement was driving her insane.
After noon was uneventful, with everybody going for a nap.. before they started preparations for welcoming Subbu and family for dinner. Ishita chose to take a nap at herAmma's place, making sure the door to her room was closed and locked and Raman just lounged in the hall at his place.
Dusk approached fast and the Bhallas and Iyers were ready to welcome Subbu and family. Ishita chose to wear one of her favourite kancheepuram saris after a lot of hesitation. Mihika wasn't all too happy with Ishita choosing to leave her hair loose as a neat braid or a bun would have looked much better with the whole get up. Sadly , she couldn't comply and she cursed her deep cut design blouse. No she did not curse him any more. Her heart started beating wildly again at the thought of facing him. He surely wouldn't attempt anything when they have guests over , she tried to calm herself. But after their conversation just before lunch , he had barely even looked at her. She pushed those thoughts away for now and stepped out.
Dinner with Subbu & family was a very formal affair.Engagement date was fixed, the elders blessed the soon to-be couple and food was served. It was difficult for any sane human being to warm up to Subbu's mom and everyone felt thankful Sujata ji's presence. Ishita's heart sank with each passing minute as Raman did not spare even one appreciative glance at her. It bothered her immensely and she desparately wanted to talk to him and she kept looking for an opportunity which never came. In the middle of all this she suddenly realized that Amritsar wale Rahul and his wife never showerd up. Weren't they supposed reach by evening. It was well past 8 now. She pulled Toshi ji aside and asked her the same. Toshi ji said their train was late and that Raman will go pick them up from the station once Subbu and family leave.Her heart sank further , because now she didn't know when she will get to talk to him. But what she missed to see was Toshi ji turning around and giving a thumbs up sign to Raman. He acknowledged that with a slight nod of his head.
He was literally suffocating on the other side of the room not being able to look at her directly. He did manage a few glances when she was looking elsewhere and he thought she looked ethereal in that pista green and offwhite kancheepuram sari. He longed to have her in his arms , hold her,feel her and watch her blush. By now he knew she was as desperate for him for as he was for her. She had tried to catch his attention so many times since evening and he had ignored her royally. He told himself to hang in there just a bit longer.
It was a little past 9 when finally the guests said their goodbyes and left . Raman left soon after for the station to pick up his cousin and wife. She watched his retreating back standing at the door. He hadn't bothered to say anything to her while leaving and his behavior perplexed her. She plonked down on the sofa in the living room ,trying to make sense of his behaviour. Slowly , everyone around her wished her goodnight and retired to their respective rooms except for Toshi ji who wanted to stay up to greet Rahul & Anjali when they arrived. Ishita continued to sit on the sofa without bothering to change, browsing on her phone aimlessly. It was a little past 10 now and there was still no sign of him. She wondered whether the train was late again. She thought of calling him but then decided against it. He had been giving her cold vibes all evening and one hurtful word or snub from him now was all it would take to break her . Her thoughts again went back to their last conversation just before lunch. She tried to recall her exact words to him to make sure she hadn't said anything hurtful to him.Did he not understand she was just angry? Another insecure thought creeped into her mind now. Was it because of the way she responded to his touch? Did he not think she was good enough for him? But if that was the case why would he say her body reacted wonderfully? Infact her own anger after each of those encounters was because she felt like she was losing control over her body, like her body had a mind of its own and it wouldn't listen to her.She understood that clearly now. She hung her head down in frustruation and that's when her phone beeped. Her heart leapt seeing his name on the screen. It was a text from him : Train is late. Miss you Ishita !
Her face broke into a smile and she couldn't contain her excitement and she read that message again and again. Toshi ji looked up from her magazine, smiled and went back to reading.
She typed her response eagerly : Miss you too Raman ! Jaldi aajao ! and hit the send button.
Sitting in her room at her Amma's place , Raman was busy arranging the candles and that's when he heard his phone beep. He smiled reading her message , put the phone down and went back to work.
An excruciating 20 mins later , Ishita heard a knock on the door. And she was surprised to find Amma standing there.
"Ishu woh tumhare guests agaye hai ."
"Accha? Raman kahan hai ? Aur wog log ?'
"Woh sab andar hai,tumhare room main.. luggage arrange kar rahe hai..chalo tum"
"Ishita tu chal, main mithayi le ke aati hoon" Saying this Toshi ji turned around.
She was not going to wait anyways. She walked inside the house and found the silence to be odd. Madhavi and and Toshi gave thumbs up sign to each other and wished each other good night.
The door to her room was ajar ..She pushed it open and froze at the sight in front of her. He stood in the middle of the room in his blue shirt and white pants. As much as she wanted to appreciate the beautifully decorated room , she had eyes only for him. He stretched out his arms towards her and smiled . As much as she wanted to rush into his arms , she couldn't. Slowly , she made her way towards him ,not taking her eyes off him even for a second. When she reached him, he took her into a bone crushing hug. They held onto each other , feeling each other and breathing in each other's scent. After what felt like an eternity, he pulled back and started to say something . She silenced him by placing her index finger on his lips. She then brought his head down and whispered into his ears "Make love to me Raman !".
THE END
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PS: Not attempting to write what happens after this.. because we all are adults here, we know the drill!
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