SS -Yeh Ishq Nahin Asaan (Ch.6 & 7 on Pg.20 9th Jul'15) - Page 14

Originally posted by: DipaRB6

Late to the part 5 party!

This was done really well Anju. As much as I loved first part, with the couch dalliance where you set up an awesome image in my mind 😉. The second part was even better. Finally Ishita's insecurities were pouring out and Raman as expected took care to assure her. Would have loved to see this exact convo in the show.

I loved the character bits with Raman especially in this, even when his biwi gives him a golden chance by being bold, he is marofying taanes at her 😆

Thank you Dipa. You are quite keen in noticing the smallest of the detail. Makes me very happy. And I am wrapping up the party with the next update. But with the current frenzy of consummation and leap/no leap I am kinda stuck.

Pls pls pls update the next part soon...

Sorry guys..I know I am terribly late.

Anjuuu!!! Last update was in June 😛 Please update soon 🤗

Originally posted by: SA1234

Sorry guys..I know I am terribly late.

But update will come only by mid week.

Thanks for the interest..thoda thand rakho please!

Hello People! Sorry . I know I am terribly terribly late and I was supposed to end this story with one last chapter but I ended up writing 3 more chapters. Posting the 6 & 7^th chapters now and the last one will come through in a few hours. Thanks to everyone who took the trouble to follow up.

@Anu, Shalz , Rutu - Thanks for your patience !

Chapter - 6

Gripping the coffee mug tightly in her hands, Ishita took another sip of her Amma's filter coffee. Her joints and muscles were aching from sleeping in an awkward position, her leg has swelled up a little and her eyes were droopy. She did not mind this physical discomfort because what she had got in return was an hour of undisturbed blissful sleep in his arms. Her body clock had woken her up even before the alarm went off and half heartedly she had had to pry herself off his body. Careful not to wake him up, she had placed feather light kisses all over his face and then whispered " love you" in his ears before getting up and letting herself out of the house. The image of him sleeping like a baby brought a smile to her face and she closed her eyes trying to recapture the feel of his body against hers.

Madhavi who was seated next to her at the dining table watched her daughter closely. "Ishu..thoongave illaya nee ? (Haven't you slept at all ?} And kanna please dry your hair, don't keep that towel wrapped up for long. "

She set the now empty coffee mug on the table and rubbed her eyes before looking at her Amma.

"Der se soyi thi Amma. Mihika ke saath baat karte karte time ka pata hi nahi chala." She lied smoothly.

"Kya kaha Mihika ne. Is she alright ? Usne tumhe kuch bataya ?".

"Don't worry Amma. Woh theek ho jaayegi . Ithna sab kuch toh hua hai uske saath. Use thoda time do. Par kya hum is baare mein baad mein baat karien ? Aap please mere liye aur coffee banadoge?".

While Madhavi went to the kitchen to make more coffee, a half asleep Mihika dragged herself to the dining table and plonked herself on one of the chairs. "Periyammaa.. Please mere liye bhi coffee !" She called out to Madhavi and then looked at her Akka accusingly.

"Aap ne meri neend kharab kar di. Atleast time toh dekh liya hota call kar ne se pehle. Shayad paanch bhi theek se nahi baje the. Who does that Akka ?" she complained.

"Toh main kya karti Mihika? Main andar kaise aati ?"

"Aap bahar gaye hi kyun ? Aaj kal raha nahi jaata na aapse jeeju ke bina?" . Mihika's complaining changed to teasing.

Madhavi interrupted their conversation by calling out to Ishita from the kitchen. "Ishu..newspaper aagaya hoga..Please go and get it Kanna. You know..today is supposed to be a lucky day for people born under your sign. Dekhte hai tumhare forecast main aaj kya hai."

"Yaar yeh Amma kab sudharegi?" She muttered more to herself, making a face.

"Periyammaa .. Aaj ka toh pata nahi..but it looks like somebody got lucky last night !" Mihika teased her again with a silly grin on her face.

"Tu chup karegi ?" She warned Mihika and limped her way to the front door.

Picking up the newspapers, she turned around to step back inside but stopped dead in her tracks when she heard him behind her.

"Can I borrow the Business Express please?"

In a second she was transported back in time to that winter morning when he was still a stranger to her. His rude tone , arrogant demeanor and thankless attitude then had provoked her to teach him some basic manners. All she got in response was an even more rude " Whatever ! Thank you!"and the door slammed shut in her face. It had infuriated her then and the memory of it infuriated her now. She turned around, folded her arms across her chest and locked eyes with him. The stony expression on his face unnerved her for a second as she saw a glimpse of that old RKB in him who used to be downright rude.

"Sentence mein "Please" add kar ne se woh request nahi ban jaata. It has to SOUND like a request. Phir se pooch aur is baar acche se" She spoke up confidently, her eyes challenging him.

The radiant glow on her face , her lips pressed together in determination and the fire coming alive in her eyes when she is ready for a fight , it never failed to turn him on. In two quick strides he closed the distance between them and pulled her into his arms roughly, causing the newspapers to slip from her hands and fall on the floor. While he held her firmly by the waist with one hand, his other hand swiftly removed the towel wrapped around her hair causing her still wet hair to tumble down onto her shoulders. Droplets of water landed on his face and neck and he was enveloped in her fragrance. A few droplets of water trickled down the side of her neck and without a second thought he bent his head down and sucked them off her skin. He watched her eyes glaze over with desire for a second before she went into panic mode.

"Chodo Raman ! yeh humara bedroom nahi hai !" She struggled to get out of his grip but he held on firmly, ignoring her words.

"Us din se leke ab tak koshish kar rahi ho tum, mujhe tameez sikhane ki. Kabhi suni hai tumhari jo ab sunoonga " He said ,smirking at her.

Forgetting where they were she caught hold of his shirt collars with both her hands and shook him vigourosly. "Yaad hai aapko ? Us din kitna rudely baat kiya tha aap ne mujh se ! It was our very first interaction Ramam and you spoiled it ! Aur jaate jaate aapne darwaza mere mooh pe band kar diya tha. Aisa koyi karta hai kya ?" She fumed.

"I can certainly make up for that !" he said huskily, slowly backing her up against the wall.

Knowing what was coming next she tried to protest . "Koyi aajayega Ram...!" He did not let her finish as his lips claimed hers. She stopped struggling the next instant and yielded to the pressure of his lips. He sucked her and tasted her for a few brief seconds and parted unwillingly considering where they were. The moment he parted she leaned forward wanting more, only to pull back immediately as she became conscious of where they were. His heart leapt, seeing her struggle with her self-control.

"Kitna coffee peete ho yaar ?" He smacked his lips and asked her, making her blush.

"Chalo kahi chalte hai.sirf main aur tum" , he whispered ,nuzzling his face into her neck.

His breath tickled her and she tried to lift his face up. "Koyi aajayega Raman.. samjho na please !" He freed her from his hold and placed the towel on her shoulder. He then picked up the newspapers from the floor and placed it in her hands. " Ab main jaaoon ya aur class lena baaki hai ?" he asked her with a lop sided grin.

"Raman aap se kuch pooch na tha. Woh...actually..hum kitne dino ke liye jaa rahe hai ?"

"Do din ke liye plan kiya hai..par extend kiya jaa sakta hai" he said , winking at her.

"Nahi nahi..do din is fine. Ruhi ko maine bata diya hai..that we are going away for a day or two. She is fine with it.. ..aur abhi thodi der mein main Adi se bhi baat karloongi. Lekin gharwalon ko aap batayenge."

"Theek hai Madrasan. Baat kar loonga main..tu tension mat le" he assured her and she nodded.

"Ab yahan apne Amma ke paas mat padi raho..jaldi aajao ..mujhe office bhi jaana hai..agar paanch min mein nahi aayi..toh utha ke lejaaonga" he said , trying to get close to her again.

" Aap chalo ..main aati hoon" She turned him around and pushed him lightly towards the door .

An hour later Raman drove to his office in a tearing hurry, cursing the traffic. He had promised Ishita that he would be home by 5 in the evening. He wondered how he was going to manage that feat as there were so many things at work that screamed for his attention.He had planned to take a 4 day break from work starting tomorrow and there were things that he needed to wrap up and things he needed to handover. It probably wasn't that great a time to take a break from work but his sister and wife took precendence over his work right now. When it came to Simmi , he still had a nagging worry inside him about how things are going to turn out. She has already been through so much in life and somewhere he held himself responsible for whatever happened to her. He should have been more careful while fixing her alliance with Param. And there was no way he was going to let something like that happen to her again. He had discussed his concerns and worries with Ishita and while she did not really endorse Subbu , given the obvious reasons, she did believe that Subbu was a changed man now and probably deserved a second chance in life. And he didn't know how many times he had discussed the same thing with Bala. Bala had vouched for his brother and assured him repleatedly and this was for the best, for both Simmi as well as Subbu. Also there was no denying the fact that Simmi does have a liking for Subbu and Subbu seemed to conncect with her and Ananya on a different level. He pulled over the car briefly to call Bala and check whether everything was on track and to make sure that they were all set for tomorrow's function, before moving on and joining the slow moving traffic ahead. His patience was wearing thin now and he honked, knowing full well that the vehichle in front of him would not be able to move unless the 50 odd vehichles ahead of them started to move.

"Madrasan hoti yahan toh is harkat ke liye ek lecture zaroor sunati", he thought to himself and chuckled.

Slowly, his mind started to revisit the events since last evening. This whole new comfort level that was developing between them sort of thrilled him. Her revelation of her insecutities did shake him up a little bit but it helped him understand her a little more. All those times before, when they have come close to each other, he had not been able to understand her reaction completely. She would seem willing one moment and hesitant the very next. But it all made sense to him now. There were these rare moments when he could see the longing in her eyes, when she would struggle with her self-control but she would never let go completely. Did she really not see how much he desired her ? he wondered for the hundredth time. It's true that life had never really given them a break since they got married and for the longest time he had held himself back from expressing what exactly he felt for her, thinking she may not be ready for it. But may be that was the problem. He loved her too much and ended up giving her too much space and time than was required. He couldn't even bring himself to give her a simple compliment, not because he didn't want to but that was the kind of equation they shared even after they confessed their love to each other. They bickered a lot, way more than a regular married couple and the whole thing was beyond his comprehension at times. The last few months had changed a lot between them for the better. But most often his pent up desires came to the fore in the form of "Come lets do it" and surely that was bound to make her a little uncomfortable. So now he was going to have to show her just how much she affected him and how she had been testing his self control all these days..no..all these months , he corrected himself.

The traffic ahead started to clear out and he floored the accelerator, excited and nervous about everything that's happening in his life and feeling completely alive.

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Ishita went through the check list for the hundredth time, trying to assure a hyperventilating Toshi that everything has been taken care of.

"Sab ho gaya hai Mummy ji. Ab aap please rest keejiye."

"Lekin Ishita woh .."

"Lekin wekin kuch nahi. Engagement kal shaam ko hai aur tab tak aap sirf rest karegi."

"Theek hi toh keh rahi hai woh Mamma .Ab aap rest karo aur Ishita ko bhi baksh do please." Simmi intervened, trying to give her sister-in-law a breather and added "Waise Ishita pata hai ? Bhai bhi mere jaan ke piche pada hai..subah se pata nahi kitni baar call kar chuka hai...ek hi savaal kiye jaa raha tha. . "tu khush hai na?" Maine bhi bol diya..ki mujhe call karna band nahi kiya toh main engagement cancel kar doongi."

They burst out laughing but in the end Simmi teared up a little, touched by her Bhai's concern.

A glance at the wall clock told Ishita that there was still an hour to go before Raman would come home. She decided to go and check what the kids were upto and that's when her eyes landed on the jasmine flowers sent over by Amma for Simmi. She took a few strings in her hand and breathed in the scent.

"Simmi isme se main thoda le loo?"

"Arre..le lona..pooch kyun rahi hai..main yeh sab laga ke ghoom ne nahi wali hoon..aur kal ke liye toh fresh phool aajayenge."

Sitting in front of the dresser in her room , she tried to pin up the flowers in her hair but paused midway as she felt a sudden silly urge to dress up a little. May be change into a sari , tie her hair back into a loose braid and then pin up the flowers. Nothing too fancy she told herself as as she started to look through her wardrobe. "But just enough to knock his socks off ?" asked a small voice inside her head making her lips curve into a smile.

40 mins later she stood in front of the mirror pinning up the flowers in her loosely braided hair. Once done , she did a few 360 degree turns, checking herself out completely and smiled at her reflection satisfactorily. She had chosen a pista green kancheepuram sari with an offwhite border and matching blouse. It was neither too blingy nor too sober and she chose not to accessorize much, save for a pair of green jjumkhas. As she continued to stare at her reflection in the mirror, she realized that she may have a bit of an explaining to do for dressing up like this with no rhyme or reason. But she had atleast 10 excuses ready and she would just pick the best when the questions started to come forth from her curious family members.

With nothing much to do she sat on the bed , her thoughts slowly drifting back to last night and their kiss this morning. Since that conversation she had with her Akka , she felt as though her life was on a fast track mode. While she and Raman were undeniably in love with each other and have been so for quite sometime, she felt a lot more close to him now than ever before. She didn't know what exactly had brought about this change, whether it was their physical closeness since last evening, her sharing her insecurities with him or his words of reassuarance coupled with the pain and desperation that she saw in his eyes when he struggled to make her believe that she can never disappoint him. For a second she wondered what it would be like to let go off all her inhibitions and love him to her heart's content and she felt her heartbeats quicken. "Oh god ! there you go again Ishu !" She tried to stop her imagination from running wild again. This has been happening to her since morning. Without any warning whatsoever, her mind would just slip into a dreamland where it was just the two of them and in her imagination she would always be the adventurous one. She shook her head now, smiling and blushing and reminded herself to come back to earth. In reality, she only hoped that there wouldn't be a repeat of last night when they came close to each other the next time. Just one more day, she told herself before she checked the time and realized he would reach any moment now.

As she made her way down the stairs, she heard Adi's excited voice and her heart missed a few beats. However, the sight that greeted her when she reached the foot of the stairs sucked all the excitement out of her.

Chapter 7 posted below.

Chapter - 7

Shagun Arora walked in like she owned the place and was now being warmly hugged by Adi. The mother son duo settled themselves on the couch and Adi started talking to his mom excitedly while Ishita stood rooted to the spot ,staring at them. "So much for this being a lucky day", she muttered to herself. Shagun visited Adi quite often but off late it looked like she had called a truce of sorts .She never attempted to speak to anybody when she visited, except for Adi and Ruhi, unlike earlier times when she would create unnecessary issues and try to meddle in everybody's affairs. She also kept a safe distance from Ishita, acknowledging her only when they came face to face with each other. Apart from the very obvious reasons why Shagun's presence would irk her, there was something else about this woman that bothered her immensely. Shagun was at a stage in her life where she has lost almost everything. Her own Karma had finally caught up with her and extracted a heavy price from her for her misdeeds. And while her behaviour now showed that she was resigned to her fate, there was something else that was not discernible at first sight. Her perfect hair and make up, her designer clothes, her well maintained figure ..no...it was probably the confidence and self-assurance with which she conducted herself inspite of all that has happened that irked Ishita the most.Even now, when she is in a house full of people who hated her and looked at her with nothing but contempt, she held her head high. Even Neelu served her a glass of water unwillingly but she was unperturbed. The truth was that, if it wasn't for Ishita, she wouldn't even have visitation rights to her son. And she was still allowed in this house because they didn't want to run the risk of letting Adi meet her alone without any supervision. Although Shagun's mouth had stopped hurling insults at her, her eyes always mocked her. And as much as she tried to remain unaffected, it always left her with an unsettling feeling.

Adi called out to Ruhi now, asking her to come out and meet her Shagun mamma. Ruhi came and greeted Shagun a little too formally and Adi tried to engage her in a conversation urging her to speak more freely. All three of them were yet to notice Ishita. Ishita's glance alternated between Ruhi and Shagun now and she was forced to face the fact that Ruhi resembled Shagun a great deal and more so now than ever before. Ruhi was growing up fast and Ishita knew without a doubt that she was going to look like an exact replica of Shagun. Ruhi's heart and soul may belong to her but the genes would not shy away from doing their job. She continued to watch the three of them as they huddled close, looking at something on Shagun's phone and to an outsider they would have looked like a happy family. But it didn't last long as Ruhi suddenly noticed her Ishima and came running towards her.

"Wow ! Ishima aap kitne pretty lag rahi hai!" Ruhi gushed and pulled her down a little to place a kiss on her cheek. Shagun noticed her too now and smiled faintly.

"Mujhe bhi aap ki tarah pretty lagna hai" Ruhi chirped, as she looked at her Ishima adoringly.

"Ruh beta..aap toh pehle se hi bohat pretty ho ."

"Lekin mujhe aap ki tarah dikhna hai..aur jab main badi ho jaaoongi tab main bilkul aap jaise dikhoongi...dikhoongi na Ishima ?"

Ruhi's innocent question tugged at her heart and she fought the lump forming in her throat. She also felt extremely silly and stupid about what she had been thinking a few seconds back. She bent down and kissed Ruhi on her forehead. " Haan.. beta..yeh bhi koyi pooch ne waali baat hai.. lekin sab se important baat toh yeh hai ki aap ko yahan se beautiful hona hai.." she said placing her hand over Ruhi's heart.

Raman who had been standing at the door all this while shifted his weight uneasily from one foot to another. Initially he had stood there transfixed, taking in the beautiful vision of his wife. And then he started to notice the emotions that flitted across her face as she watched Shagun with Adi and Ruhi. Unfortunately, there was nothing much he could do to stop his ugly past from rearing its head every now and then. Although Adi had really warmed upto Ishita now and has even started showing care and concern towards her , the fact remains that Shagun is and will always be his mother.

Without wasting anymore time he walked upto her and held out the bouquet of her favourite flowers that he had been hiding behind his back. "Tumhare liye Madrasan" he said with a smile on his face. Her face lit up as she took the bouquet from him. "Thank you" she said, trying hard not to blush in front of her kids as he stared at her unabashedly. Ruhi got excited seeing the flowers and Adi also joined them now as Shagun turned around and made her way towards the door. She paused briefly at the door to look back at Ishita before walking out but Ishita failed to notice that, as Shagun and any thoughts related to her had ceased to exist in her mind a while back.

Raman took a quick look around the living room and realized that if he wanted some time alone with his Madrasan he had to act fast. Just then Simmi entered and before she could open her mouth to say something, Raman spoke up. "Ishita mere saath chalo..kuch important baat karni hai.."

"Kyun bhai..ab aapko mujh se baat nahi karni hai ? Kal engagement hai meri". Simmi asked him, trying to sound hurt.

Raman looked at his sister with a painful expression and she burst out laughing. "Jaao..Jaao..jab Biwi aise saj dhaj ke khadi hai toh ..woh important baat pehle discuss kar leni chahiye."

He quickly made his way up the stairs and Ishita followed him wordlessly. Once inside their room , he locked the door, pulled her into his arms and kissed her long and hard. The scent of the jasmine flowers mingled with her fragrance drove his senses wild. Her arms went around him and held him tight. He reminded himself that he shouldn't lose control like last night and pulled back after a few seconds. He glanced at her appreciatively from head to toe a few times making her blush. She watched his eyes turn dark as they grazed the curves of her body taking in every detail and she felt herself blush harder.

"Ab aise hi dekhte rahoge ya kuch bologe bhi ? Oh sorry ! Main to bhool hi gayi thi..aap ko tho dresses or gowns pasand hai...aur yeh toh kapdon ki thaan hai." She teased him just to diffuse the palpable tension in the air.

His lips curved into a smile ."Do you know why I hate this kapdon ki thaan so much ?" he asked her, as he stepped closer to her and gripped her arms tightly.

"Mujhe kya pata..aap hi batado " She responded nonchalantly . As much as his eyes appreciated her , she knew that what she would eventually get to hear from him would be a few funny one liners about her poor sense of style. She braced herself for the same.

"My work suffers a lot because of this kapdon ki thaan", he said ,as his finger traced a line from her forehead down to her lips. She caught his hand and looked at him with a confused expression.

"Samjhi nahin? Toh main detail main samjhata hoon" , his voice dropped lower and his arms went around her waist as he gazed into her eyes deeply.

She felt the hard wall against her back and realized that she had unknowingly walked a few steps backward.

"Woh kya hai na...har subah jab main yahan bed pe baith ke office ke kuch important kaam khatam kar ne ki koshish karta hoon..tab tum yeh thaan lappet ke chali aati ho..then you keep walking around the room picking up stuff from here and there..."

"Haan..toh galti kiski hai? Sab kuch itne phailake rakte hai aap..har cheez idhar udhar kar dete hai.."

"Aur tum jab aisa karti ho, tab meri nazar laptop ke screen se hath ke yahan atak jaati hai." he said , pointing to her bare waist and squeezing it lightly with his hand. She closed her eyes and inhaled sharply. As he pushed her pallu aside a little and started to caress her waist with his fingers, she felt the heat rising in her cheeks.

"And do you know what exactly I feel like doing then?" His voice was dangerously husky now and her eyes flew open as she said "Raman !" He shushed her by placing his index finger on her lips. He bent his head down and bit on the side of her waist making her gasp.He then ran his tounge on the same spot and slowy made his way to her belly button leaving a trail of moisture that burned her. His lips and tounge took turns to drive her insane and she clenched her teeth to stop herself from moaning out loud. She felt her knees going weak and rested her weight against the wall, with her hands now fisting in his hair. He straightened up after a few seconds and looked at her flushed face. Her eyes were closed and she was breathing hard, with her lips slightly parted. He traced her lower lip with his thumb and she opened her eyes. As his gaze burned into her she looked away, blushing.

"Meri baat abhi poori nahi hui hai aur tumhara yeh haal hai?" he asked her teasingly and she smiled a little and blushed harder. Slowly, he turned her sideways and pushed her braid away as he started to speak again. "so with great difficulty I bring my attention back to work and try to type something but how do I do that when my fingers are itching to do this ?" As he said that, his fingers started to draw patterns on her bare back slowly and seductively and she felt her skin heat up under his touch. Her heart started to thunder inside her chest as she felt his hand glide down her back. "Relax Madrasan" he leaned in and whispered in her ears as he felt her body tense up. His hand having reached its destination now lightly squeezed her bottom. Without giving her a chance to react he slid his other hand around and cupping the swell of her bottom with both his hands, squeezed again lightly, eliciting a loud moan from her. Almost immediately she pushed his hands off and turned away, embarrassed. He pulled her back into his arms, forcing her to look at him. "Stop it Raman !" she said, as a slow smile spread across her face but she was still unable to meet his eyes.

"Pata hai phir kya hota.."

"Mujhe nahi jaan na !" She interjected.

"Yeh galat baat hai madrasan..tumhe bhi toh pata hona chahiye, ki kitni buri tarah se torture kiya hai tum ne mujhe..aur woh bhi kitne mahino se", he said, cupping her face and looking deep into her eyes. Her hands clamped over his wrists and she kissed his palms one by one.

"Chalo maaf kiya..lekin phir bhi ek cheez hai jiske liye main tumhe kabhi maaf nahi karoonga !"

"I don't think I want to know" she said as she saw a naughty glint in his eyes and felt his arms going around her waist again.

"When I finally manage to tear my eyes off you and focus back on my work , you walk over to my side of the bed. Aur phir tum apne pallu ko aise keech ke yahan pe laga deti ho." As he said that ,he took the edge of her pallu , brought it around her waist and tucked it in. She wondered what was coming next and held her breath in anticipation. "And then purposely mujhe satane ke liye..you bend down and lean across the bed to pick up something..aur jo nazaara mujhe dekh ne ko milta..." She clamped her hand over his mouth tightly and he pried it off effortlessly. "KITNE BESHARAM ho Raman aap ??" she exclaimed as she tried to push him back.

"Besharam ..tum ho madrasan jo har din mujhe aise free mein show dikhati ho" he said ,smirking and trying to hold her in place.

"Aap ki soch gandi hai aur aap ki nazar bhi !" She threw back at him with a look of indignation as she continued to struggle to get out of his hold.

"Pehle tum picture dikhana bandh karo !" .

His choice of words pissed her off a great deal."Main koyi picture...uff ! yeh gande lines aap apne paas hi rakho!" Her eyes were spitting fire at him now and as always it turned him on.

"Aur main kya burkha pehen ke ghoomo kya ghar ke andar ?" she asked him sarcastically

He twisted her hands behind her back and held her firmly. "Ab koyi fayada nahi..kyuni ki baat ab bohat aage nikal gaya hai ."

"Ab iska kya matlab hai?"

"Because it doesn't matter what you wear now. Tum chahe burkha bhi pehenlo..I always end up mentally undressing you ! "

She died in embarrassment and closed her eyes for a second before saying "Kuch bhi ! "

"Nahi sach main" He said, as he inched his face closer to hers. " I have undressed you like a thousand times in my head Madrasan." She felt the blood rush to her cheeks as his gaze slid down the length of her body.

He started to place kisses along her jawline, going down her neck and then moving back up towards her ear , nipping her earlobe before whispering. "Especially tab, jab tum apne lectures se mujhe bore karti ho!" . She looked at him in disbelief.

"Haven't you noticed it yet? I don't even ask you to shut up when your lecture mode is on because my mind is busy ..."

"Enough Raman ..!" She freed her hands and boxed his ears . He chuckled and kissed the tip of her nose.

"And that's not all..after I undress you ...!" . She covered his mouth with her palm again.

"Kyun tang kar rahe ho mujhe?"

He removed her hand and kissed her palm. "Kyun ? tumhe kabhi aise khayal nahi aate ?"

She ignored his question and avoiding his eyes tried to walk away. He stopped her by hugging her from behind. As he started to kiss her earlobe, slowly moving to the nape of her neck, he asked her again "Bolo na Madrasan ..do u dream about me? do you dream about us ?? She didn't know if it was his lips touching the sensitive spots around her neck, his words or the tone of his voice that was causing a rippling sensation inside her.

His left hand slipped under her pallu and squeezed her waist as he placed an open mouthed kiss on her neck, making her gasp. He pushed her braid to the front and started to nibble and suck on her bare back and she felt the heat spreading fast through her body . "Do...we ..do this..in..you..dreams?" he asked her, pausing for a brief second before resuming his sweet torture. With nothing to hold onto, her hands clutched his right foreram that was wrapped around her waist. As his fingers teased her belly buttion and his lips burned every inch of the skin on her back , her breathing became ragged. "How about this?" he asked her as his hand inched up from her waist towards her chest and cupped her tentatively at first. As she moaned in response, his fingers grew more daring and slipped inside her blouse rubbing and teasing her, while his lips sucked on her neck. His other hand slid down from her waist and squeezed her upper thigh over the fabric of her sari. She knew she had to stop him before her rational faculties shutdown completely but she found speech impossible. As she slumped against him, the heat emanating from his body told her that he was in no better state. Unable to take it any further, she turned around and tried to hug him but he held her back firmly. "Not so soon Jhansi ki rani ..pehle mere sawal ka jawaab do" he said wiping the sweat off her forehead. "Raman please !" ,she pleaded, attempting to hug him again only to be stopped by him. "Haan ya na ?" he asked her, his hot breath fanning her lips. She didn't know why he was tormenting her like this when all she wanted was to feel his hard taut body against hers, hoping that would soothe the bursting ache that was forming inside her. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath before saying "Haan !". "Really ?" he asked her teasingly and she blushed hard saying "Ramann!!" . He crushed her body against his the next instant and they stood pressed up against each other,losing all sense of time and place. The sound of his phone brought them back to their senses and she pulled apart immediately as he pulled out his phone, cursing loudly. He disconnected the call and tried to pull her back into his arms. "No Raman , hum aise...neech sab log..aur...Raj aur Simran..woh ate hi honge". As he lifted her up and carried her to the couch, she didn't feel like protesting. He made her lie down first, then sat down close to her and bent his head down, touching his forhead to hers. "Kuch der aur please" he said , sounding agonized and it broke her heart. She cursed their fate mentally. She wondered why it was so difficult for them to have some time together without a million things interrupting them. And she cursed herself for putting them in this situation. As she wrapped her arms around his shoulder and held him close ,he rested his head in the crook of her neck. As his breathing became even, he lifted his head up to look at her and kissed her forehead. She gazed into his eyes and he chuckled all of a sudden as if he remembered something.

"what?" she asked him

"This couch .!" he said as he chuckled more.

"What about the couch ?" . She was curious now.

"I always imagine us on the couch..our first time especially"

"what??? Are you serious ?" she asked him as she let out a small laugh.

"Very..! it was going to be my sweet revenge against this couch for keeping you away from me. I hate this thing so much" he said as he punched the couch lightly. "But its ok ..may be not the first time" he added .

"You are mad", she said, ruffling his hair.

"Bohat tang kiya na maine?" she asked him, caressing his cheek as she suddenly realized how much he had pined for her all this time.

"You better make up for it" he said, winking at her before adding "Atleast once on the couch ?"

"As many times as you want " she said cupping his face and blushing hard. He slumped over her the next instant "Don't talk like that Madrasan!". She held him tight, wishing they could stay like this forever.

But fate ofcourse had other plans for them and a loud knock on the door interrupted them.

He stood up cursing his fate and helped her to her feet. She asked him to get the door while she turned to go to the washroom to freshen up. As he made his way to the door , he called out to her "Ishita !! Just one more day!". She smiled and nodded before turning around.

As she closed the door of the bathroom and leaned her back against it , she heard Raj and Simran talking excitedly to Raman. None of that registered in her head as his words kept echoing in her ears "Just one more day!" And then it hit her. Why should they wait for one more day when they have tonight ? After all LIFE IS NOW !

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Its definitely a wrap with the next chapter.

First ;)

Double res for two chapters 😆

Unres

Baapre! What chapters! I'm usually a very fast reader but it takes me forever to read your stuff because mein atak jaati hoon, reading the same delicious lines over and over. Certainly for the ishralicious stuff but even your other sentences are so beautifully built. Love reading your work Anju!

By the way so glad it went from a one chapter conclusion to 3! Feel free to break that last one up too 😃

Now to the updates. First of, this line was just epic: "Can I borrow the Business Express please?" I'm a total sucker for revisiting cherished ishra moments in their new avatar of lovers. Swooned over it and the kiss that followed. Next all the stuff in the room upstairs, God, made me a bit sweaty to be honest (sorry TMI). Other tidbits: Mihika and Simmi's teasing was also spot on. The nice moment with Ishu's thoughts of Ruhi never growing up to look like her was wrenching. And Raman standing there and noticing and knowing everything that she was thinking in that moment was beautiful.

The Raman and Ishita in your story are the purest, sweetest version of themselves that I keep in my head too. Awesome job 👏

eeks i loved them!