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Yeh Moh Moh Ke Dhaage!The Epilogue:
Three months later...
"Lost in his thoughts, han? Why wouldn't you? After all my brother loves you so much. I am sure he is as much impatient as you to come back home."
Ishita lifted her face and smiled. Some weeks back she was in that same room, sulking because he had called her a Christmas Tree and was arguing with Simmi about her brother and his non existent feelings towards her but...not anymore. Now she knows it. He loves her truly, dearly and endlessly. He had been away for a week and it seemed to Ishita that he had been away for months. She was missing him so much and was waiting for him to come back home, to take her in his arms before kissing her senseless.
Ishita hugged Simmi when the latter informed her that Raman was coming home in the evening.
"Your husband wanted to give you a surprise but I thought why not divulge it to you so that you can surprise him in return and by that, I mean pleasantly and hotly." She then closed in and whispered in Ishita's ears,"Now don't waste this info. Go and prepare a night to remember for him. I am taking everybody out for the movies. You have the whole house for yourself and you two can do it anywhere."
A broad smile lingered on Ishita's lips as she looked at the retreating figure of her naughty sister in law and sighed She had never felt so happy in life.
Things took some time to settle between her and Raman but she was now living a fulfilled life.
After that crazy makeover which prompted him to propose to take her out, things had never been the same again. She learnt a lot about him and found out that behind that sophisticated look, there was a simple and laid back person. He had initially took her to one of Delhi's exclusive restaurant but he could feel Ishita's awkwardness. She was indeed not feeling comfortable and for many reasons.
Firstly she was not used to wear sexy knee-length outfit very often. She was feeling very conscious about it clinging to her body as a second skin...she was a simple girl and she had always loved Indian outfits. She only wanted to impress him...
And then the food on the menu card was not really very appealing to her. Being a vegetarian and very South Indian in her taste, she was having a hard time choosing her food...
As if sensing her awkwardness, he had proposed that they went to another place, which she had eventually accepted, reluctantly.
Ishita as feeling very bad. Their first date and it was already a big fiasco. What was she expecting anyway, after she had shameless put him against the wall by asking him if he was proposing to her? Ishita thought bitterly as they drove out of the restaurant.
And then her mother in law had literally forced him to take her out and now she had made a fool of herself in that restaurant. Was he upset? Ishita stole a glance at him but as usual, he was unscrutable.
But things took another turn from there. He surprised her by stopping the car near a well known dhabba, on the side road.
"This is the place where I indulge in delicious Punjabi food when my stomach is growling. Will you want to check it out?"
She had looked at him with a surprised look, her eyes all bright and excited as he took out his coat and dumped in on the back seat before climbing down to open the door for her. The food was indeed delicious, spicy hot, just the way Ishita loved it. Later, he had taken her to a nearby park and they had sit there, for more than an hour, just staring at the starry sky and enjoying the cool breeze fanning their face.
It was only moments later that he had asked her softly...it was just a whisper in the night...as if not wanting to disrupt the comfortable silence that had settled between them. "Feeling better now?"
She had blushed and with a shy smile on her face, she had nodded to him.
"I am sorry. I ruined your dinner at the restaurant." She had finally spoken up.
"It's me who should apologize. I didn't ask you where you wanted to go. I should have since I don't know what you like and dislike."
"What are you waiting for then? Ask me! You will know everything about me." She had boldly told him, shedding her inhibitions away, taking the first step to break the ice.
Ishita could see that she had surprised him as he stared back with an amused look on his face.
"Are you always that direct and honest?" He had asked with a lopsided smile.
"Yes. I can be brutally straight forward and honest at times." She had confirmed.
"Then you wouldn't mind telling me why you dislike me?"
He had finally asked her the question which had been eating him up ever since she locked him out of the room. The answer had come after a prolonged silence.
"I don't dislike you...well...not anymore..."
He had turned his face to hers, his eyes searching hers.
"You don't?"
"No I don't. I thought I would but I couldn't."
"Did your parents forced you into this marriage?"
There was no turning back now. They had finally managed to start a conversation.They better be honest to each other. His heart was drumming in his chest cavity as he waited for her answer.
"No. They didn't but I didn't want to say no to them even if I was not keen to marry."
"Is there...I mean, was there...someone else?"
There was a pin drop silence for some seconds before she finally answered him.
"Yes. Subbramaniam. We liked each other but my parents didn't know of course."
Raman's found his throat constricting with pain but he would have to go through it. He needed to know...
"Do you still...?
But he never had the time to complete whatever question he was planning to ask her. She had looked back, her eyes throwing daggers at him. Raman could see that she was livid and her next words confirmed her fury.
"What do you want to know? If I still love him? What if I say yes? Will you put a stop to this marriage and set me free?"
God she was indeed brutally frank and Raman looked at her with shock. Was it really what she wanted? But he wouldn't be able to give that to her, Raman realized, an unbearable pain twisting his heart. He was a completely different man now, after having her in his life.
He no longer wanted to be without her. Why? His heart knew the answer. He was in love. He loved her the moment he had set his eyes on her photograph.
How come he had even survived before without her? That question baffled him.
He had now understand what his father meant when he talked about that feeling of coming back home after a tiresome day...to someone special to look forward to...
Raman was not sure that, he would be able to get through the long, lonely nights, tossing and turning, waiting for another automatic day to begin like he used to before.
"Is that what you want?" He had nevertheless asked her, taking in a sharp breath.
She had stared at him, with tears welling in her eyes, before lashing at him. "This is not some bloody Bollywood movie, Mr Raman Kumar Bhalla where the mahaan hero will give back the heroine to her first love. At least I am not such type of girl. I respect my marriage."
She had immediately stood up and turned on her heels, ready to move towards the car thus putting a halt to the conversation but Raman couldn't let her go. He stopped her by grabbing her wrist tightly.
"I respect my marriage too and I can assure you that I am no mahaan hero. I am not giving away my wife to anybody. My wife is only mine."
Their eyes met and the angry tears which had threatened to spill, finally ran down her cheeks.
"Good to know that!"
She had struggled to release her wrist but his grip had only grown tighter.
"Why are you always so angry with me then?" Raman asked her.
"I didn't want this marriage but you apparently wanted it, right?"She answered back in a high pitched voice before calming down to stutter, 'then why are you not...not...exerting your right on me?"
Ishita had inhaled sharply. She was not making any sense but she didn't care anymore. All she knew at that time was, that, his hot and cold attitude towards her, had been slicing through her fragile heart. She didn't want to talk about her past but wanted to look forward to a future with him and right now she wanted to know if the feeling was mutual. She voiced out what was in her heart and waited for his reactions.
A tenderness like nothing he had known before welled inside him, melting away all the pain, doubts and bitterness that had consumed him just moments ago when she had started talking about her first love...which made his heart burned with jealousy and pain.
He looked at her, taking in every single detail of her face and smiled as she looked away. She was the one who had thrown him out of their room on their first night and there she was complaining about him not exerting his right on her. Raman realized that he was married to a cute, silly and temperamental woman and there was only one way to deal with her...
Just then, he turned around and started looking...for something...he searched his pockets and then shifted his attention on the ground again
"What are you looking for?" She asked, wiping a lone rebellious tear, a confused look on her face.
Ishita looked on with disbelief as he went about searching here and there. What a jerk! She was feeling completely miserable and confused and that man was busy looking for she didn't know what. She married a jerk and worse, she was even falling in love with that jerk...?
"Any idea where it is?"
"WHAT?"
"That million dollar smile which always lit up your face and has my heart skipping a beat!"
They had both looked fondly at each other before chuckling together. She had blushed when he had stretched a hand to her and muttered in that deep sexy baritone.
"Hi. I am Raman Kumar Bhalla. I am a lonely soul. Will you like to be my wife and mess my life wonderfully?"
"Only if you accept to bear my antics without flinching."
"Deal accepted."
Sitting on the bed, a photograph of him in her hand, Ishita ran her fingers over his face to stop on his lips. She blushed thinking of their journey together, a journey of discovery...of each other...
They had returned home on that night, hand in hand and from there, things only got better. It all started with his smile, a smile which lit up his face the moment he would set his eyes on her in the morning and Ishita would return it back with a blush creeping her cheeks. He would go to the office, would wait for her call or would make an excuse to call her and later looked forward to see her in the afternoon.
And then one fine evening, she decided to take the plunge. She put his pillow and blanket on the left side of the bed and waited for his arrival with her a restless heart. On that night, he slept besides her, wordlessly, both keeping a safe distance between them every night till...
One fine morning...when they found themselves waking up in each other's arms with Ishita's hair stuck in his stubble.
It had been raining that previous night and Ishita had no idea when she had moved closer to him and Raman hadn't realized either when he had wrapped her in his warmth.
Instinctively she had moved away the moment she had realized the intimacy they were engaged in but he had promptly reacted by grabbing her wrist, pulling her abruptly to him.
"I think the time has come for me to exert my right on you as a husband." He had hissed, making Ishita's eyes widened with shock before blushing profusely. "With your permission of course!" He had ended, lifting her chin up with his thumb for his hooded eyes to capture hers as they sat facing each other.
As he let his eyes took her in , overcome with need, he slowly began to lean in...Raman saw her eyes flutter shut as he shifted his hold on her shoulders.
Ishita's heart started somersaulting...her nerves on edge...her lips parting as she felt his breath close on her face...and just as she thought she would explode with anxiety, she felt his open mouth touch hers, soft and feathery light.
Raman felt her body tense up and released her shoulders to move his palms down the length of her arms. He felt her trembled under his touch and it took him monumental self control not to pull her against him and devoured her.
His heart hammering in his chest, he only swam his lips along hers...gently...softly and waited for her to respond...
Ishita didn't move, her lips remained still though pliable as his mouth pressed slightly harder onto hers...
The touch of his lips on hers...the heat emanating from his mouth...Ishita felt strange sensations flowing inside her...a new feeling pulsing through her with every brush of his lips against hers.
Her stomach tightened when he took her lower lip between his lips...experiencing a raw desire gushing through her...she finally copied his action by taking his top lip...
It was the only clue he needed from her. He finally took her mouth in a passionate kiss which shook both of them to the core.
When they finally pulled apart for breath, it was with great difficulty that Ishita managed to move to the bathroom...with her wobbling knees threatening to let her down anytime.
One look at the clock and Ishita gasped. Only one hour left before he came back and she had been busy day dreaming instead of preparing dinner for them. A candle light dinner with all his favourites. Raman was very fond of sweets and pastries and she wanted to make a chocolate cake for him. She was busy pouring melting chocolate on the cake when the door opened and he walked in, his face lit up the moment he saw him in the kitchen.
He walked to her as she stood, smiling stupidly at him.
"Hello", he muttered softly, his dark eyes noting with satisfaction, the blushing shyness in her expression.
"Hi", she answered huskily.
"I think you have some chocolate here," he leaned in, putting his index on her cheek and without waiting for her response, lowered his mouth to place his lips right there, just by the corner of her mouth making her quiver.
"Where is everyone?" He finally asked, desire evident in his eyes and smiled evilly at her when he found out that they had the house for themselves.
"Good. Leave this messy kitchen and come with me" he invited her, tentatively offering his hand. Ishita took it meekly, letting him pulling her up the stairs.
"Raman! I wanted to tell you..."
"No biwi! I don't want to hear anything. I need a warm shower and you only. Everything else can wait," he dismissed Ishita as he tugged on his tie, walking into their bedroom.
"But Raman...err..."
Then...
"What the hell!" He turned around like a bullet, staring at her incredulously.
"That's what I wanted to tell you. Amma and Appa just came last night. They are here for some days and I...i gave them our room."
"And where" he gritted, "are you and I sleeping?"
Ishita's hands fluttered in the vague direction of the other bedrooms while Raman looked ready to explode. And he exploded anyway. "Why the hell should I give up my bedroom for Amma and Appa?"
"That guest room is too small..." Ishita looked at her obfuscated! But Raman Kumar Bhalla was too out of himself to notice." If Amma and Appa can't sleep there, Romi can. Why didn't you shift him? Oh wait! I was supposed to come back two days earlier. Have you done this just to get another dig at me?"
Ishita bristled at the injustice."That's not fair Raman! My cousin Mihika is coming tomorrow and she will use the guest room."
"I come back after one week in Malaysia- in Malaysia, for God's sake," he derided as if Malaysia was the end of the Earth, "looking forward to have some quality time with my wife , in my own home- my own home, only to find out that I've been chucked out of my own bedroom. This crazy family, encouraged and supported by you, had always refused to move to something bigger and better. And it is me who have to lose my home comforts. Me!" He choked." A damn cash millionaire, living in a poky little cardboard box with a crazy family and bratty wife who..."
His mouth snapped shut, his angry gaze at last focussing on Ishita's red face."Damn!" He muttered under his breath as she spun around and left the room.
One week away and that's how he behaved with her, once back. She was a bratty wife, forcing him to live in a cardboard box and he had not a single consideration for her parents! She was still banging the utensils with gusto, with soapsuds flying everywhere when two hands appeared on either side of her, effectively trapping her against the kitchen sink. And a warm mouth came down to nuzzle her nape.
"Sorry. I didn't mean a single word of it." Raman murmured.
She sniffed."why did you say it then?"
"Because," he confessed but never completed it, preferring to taste her throat instead
"Because?" She prompted, hunching her shoulder to stop him.
"Because," he rumbled, " because I am disappointed. I've thought of nothing else but that damned bed all week, with you in it." He sighed out heavily. "Because I don't want to sleep in Romi's room. I want to sleep with you. I blew my top because I want you and you are taking away from me the only place I feel so close to you."
On a sudden sob, Ishita dropped the plate she was holding in the water and spun around to bury her head in his chest. She stayed like this for minutes and when she eventually sniffed herself back to some kind of calm, Raman pushed up her chin to inspect the damage.
"My mother will kill me if she sees you like this," he grimaced. Ishita smiled despite herself.
"Forgive me?" He asked gently. "A truce, Ishita." He pleaded."Please."
"You called me bratty!" She complained.
"Did I? I must have been temporarily deranged! Sorry"
"Are you really a cash millionaire?" She asked, making him chuckle with amusement.
"If I say yes, will it gain me a bit of respect around here?"
"It might do."
"Then yes!" He nodded "Truce?" He asked again, this time lowering his mouth to nibble sensually at the corner of her mouth.
"Yes." She mumbled, eyes closing in languid pleasure.
"Because of my millions?" He quizzed, lifting his head to look at her.
"Of course!" She smiled. "Why else would I give in to you?"
He laughed and picked her up, making her gasp." Did you say we have the house for ourselves tonight?"
She nodded naughtily and threw her head back, gasping and giggling as he whispered how and where he was planning to make love to her.
"In every nook and corner of this cardboard box and you are not saying no for anything! Let's say that this is your punishment for giving away our bedroom to your parents!"
...The end
Edited by omshreejaanu - 10 years ago
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