ISHRA OS: STRANGE RELATIONSHIP
With her blush brush she added an extra little blush to her cheeks and kept staring at herself in front of the mirror. She turned either sides or in his language, she turned 360 degrees and checked herself out carefully. She moved her hands over her collar bones and her neck trying to look for any extra fat that made her so undesirable by her husband. Her husband's ex rather her children's mother called her a bhaanj yet another time. She even passed sly comments on her marital life and boasted about the fact that he hasn't really moved on physically. It wasn't a direct comment but indirectly Shagun meant more than that. She saw him entering their room with a squirmed face and that again reminded of their recent tiff. He was broken when none of his family believed them. None of the issues till date created such an impact but seeing his own siblings throwing hatred at him almost killed him. They walked out of the house but problems kept following them. Things were just back to normal and she saw him entering their room all miffed with her. He noticed her through the corner of his eye and his senses were knocked out as usual but he decided to play the quiet one for a while. She walked out with a silver clutch that matched her dress after signaling him that she was ready. After 30, both walked out of the house and he was trying to be busy every time she picked up a conversation trying to divert him.
The party atmosphere and the colors everywhere lifted both their moods. Like a perfect gentleman he opened the doors for her and that was his sweet gesture towards her in days she felt. She smiled at him cautiously and both walked hand in hand to the party hall.
He stopped her at the entrance "Do you plan to kill me tonight?" and his voice brushed past her ears making her freeze at the entrance.
For some odd reason the lights were on her making her glow and burn after his statement. She was for once relieved at a party for not having Shagun around. Her brave face never really let her spit out the disgust for the vile woman but her mere sight nauseated the woman in her. He turned back and signaled for her. Leaving all her thoughts behind she walked in further to get acquainted with some of his new clients and their spouse along with few old ones. Many carried a glass of drink along with them and all she could do was walk around with a glass of mock tail or orange juice. Her husband who was in one of his finest black suit. He was being the center of attraction and seeing him enjoy the lime light, a sense of pride filled her body which reflected in her eyes. He stood socializing while she was bored already. Maybe it was her brought up or the parties she attended earlier which were nothing but nasty. It never let her enjoy any of them to the fullest though she tried with all her heart. As usual, she found a corner with her couple of friends whom she could chat with and spend the evening. He once again saw her shimmering in her pink dress and the silver nail color she had worn contrasted her dress. Her special attention for dress made him think a little far but was astounded at her ability to carry off any dress elegantly. More than elegance she carried some kind of a mojo with her which never let him concentrate on anything else but her. His jealousy rather possessiveness shot new heights today. He did not want anyone around her not even those ladies who were around her talking and making her laugh. He quickly met everyone and the last one was taking more than the usual when he saw her looking at herself in a mirror. His jaw dropped seeing this side of hers. She was ignorant to all of this behavior and sulked about being boring.
After a while it was just her staring at her mobile going through some photos in her media and had a random smile at a pic of theirs taken together. She suddenly felt being scooped by someone and was dropped at a dark passage. He placed his hands on her mouth before she could shout and bring down the earth. She saw his face through her eyes and let out a heavy breath in relief. He moved behind a little and admired her all for himself under the small light which was glowing above them. She felt her ears heating up under his strong gaze that was travelling across every inch of her body. He pinned her to the wall and ran his hands across the length of her body and moved his fingers artistically along her curves. Her eyes were closed in nervousness and refused to open them embarrassed. Holding her waist firmly, he placed his chin on her bare shoulders "You are leaving me high and dry every time. More like an addiction baby" and he rubbed his chin on her shoulders making her cry his name in a sexy tone.
In spite of all the tortures he was putting her through, she managed to get a few words out of her mouth not so coherently "We're not in a secluded place Raman, This is public" and she turned away from his eyes which were brooding her lips.
He moved her hair behind "Let's go home my Madarasan and battle it out tonight" and traced his finger outlining her ear and kissed her ear lobe. She gasped once again.
Both heard faint footsteps alarming them, with one push she ran out and looked behind smiling at him who winked at her. He engulfed her protectively and both walked through the hotel to their car. He caught her hands and placed it on the hand break with his hand above and started driving as he uttered sweet nothings. She lowered the window and the cool monsoon breeze swept over her face as she sang
"Ajeeb dastan hai yeh, kahaan shuru kahaan khatham
Yeh manzile yeh kaun si, naa woh samajh sake naa hum"
He continued in the same tone looking at her
"kisee kaa pyar leke tum, naya jahan basaoge
yeh sham jab bhee aayegee, tum hamko yad aaoge"
And he stopped the car on their way back and locked his eyes with hers. She looked at him quizzically to which he let out a chuckle. He looked at her dreamily making her smile
"Also a dream and a wish which is deep seeded in my heart wants which is yet to be fulfilled" spoke Raman and looked at Ishitha who was already in tears. Puzzled at her reaction, he took her in a hug and heard her speak through her sobs.
"Regardless of our love this relationship will never be complete. I am really sorry Raman. This wish of yours will never be fulfilled" and she kept wiping her tears.
"We have chances and all I want is you to experience, the feeling of motherhood. It's not about whether we have another kid or not" said Raman cheering her up.
"Maybe. At the end of the day as Shagun said when this relationship is taking another step just for a kid, how could there be any meaning? Raman, I never had huge dreams and always wanted a simple life. Subbu left me for the fact that I would never be able to conceive and give him the pleasure. You came in to my life for Ruhi and that eventually evolved in to us. Even now we're talking about physical relationship for a kid. If that's not possible what's the meaning of sex in our life. Possibly that was one reason why you called me moti, kabhi tomato, kabhi karela. I agree I don't have an hour glass or the perfectly shaped figure like Shagun but somewhere even I want to be desired like every other woman is to her husband. I compelled myself in to this dress not for myself but just to feel desired by you." and she wiped her tears which were flowing making her face messy.
He held her shoulders almost shaking her "Why would you even think like that? How can you even think you're undesirable? You are already a mother and all I wanted to give you is experiencing of carrying a child in your womb for 9 months and I could pamper you rotten. The same Shagun who is boasting about her sexual life with me, never acknowledged it the right way. If she really did, she would have never felt attracted to another man and also without a second thought make me believe Ruhi was never born for us. She did all of that. Will you be able to justify this kind of a marital relationship? Never Ishitha. Yes I called you a tomato during Mihir's engagement not because you were fat but you were burning me in that long red dress. You heard me calling you a karela, did you see me biting the file fighting all my passion. This is you and me Ishitha. When have we told anything straight forward. I should have not taken the topic too far but it was not for a kid. I genuinely want you in fact more than that Ishitha. I love you and want you for what you are. Not for another child. We already have two and as far as memories are concerned, we will have for a life time. Be it 6 days or 6 years they are ours, your kids Ishitha. I love you"
She could only admire at him and his words. Once again she was stumped by his love. She held her ears mouthing a teary sorry and he pulled her close to him "My strawberry and cream be ready". He parked the car and both walked carefully in to the house and they entered in to a silent house. He thanked his stars and pulled his Madarasan closer and almost dragged her till the stairs. Beads of sweat formed on her forehead and was all nervous about what was going to happen. She had sweaty palms and developed a cold feet by the time they reached their bedroom. He let her in first and locked the door. He stood resting at the door observing the fidgety her. She almost got herself in to the closet trying to get out her night dress, when he pinned her inside the closet and took out one of the nighties she wore in Mumbai trying to seduce him. "Guss jao iss Wine bottle ke andar, you are my addiction Madarasan" he spoke with a rustic tone and her eye lids flapped shy.
She wore the nighty at his request and what now she thought. Few pins held her hair in the front and the remaining loose like he would prefer. She stood at the door and saw him approaching dangerously. She continued leaning backwards and all of a sudden the bathroom door clicked open making her fall only to be held securely in his strong arms. His hands held on to the satin portion of the nighty making her freeze in his hold and she kept drowning in his eyes which spoke something new tonight. He scooped her once again and purposely jerked her in his hands and she clutched his collar tight and her eyes closed tightly. He dropped her on the bed carefully and towered himself over her with their eyes only for each other. His eyes twinkled and this was something he had been longing for. The freshness of her beauty and her indescribable doe shaped eyes had a different charm which attracted him more. Her lips twitched looking at his dead silence. It was their eyes and hands which did all the talking. She was gazing at him adoringly and she felt him peck her forehead. It did not stop there, his hungry yet lovable lips kissed every inch of her face including her lips. He then rammed his lips with hers pouring all the love in one kiss. His lips then travelled down kissing her nape and he heard her moan.
"That felt good" saying he nibbled her neck pinning both her hands above her head.
She slowly succumbed to his actions and responded like never before exciting him. He spoke as he ran his hands all over her body and all she could do was call him shameless, leave me and moaning his name asking for more in her own way. His breath once again fanned her face and she heard him "Next time it's your turn to torture me" and before she could respond, he once again sealed her lips and in between he heard her "I love you Raman". Leaving all her nervousness and anxiety behind, it was she who initiated the kiss. He replied with the same passion continuing their long pending dreamy night making their every fantasy come true.
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