Finally, updating... Sorry guys, I am so obsessed with this IPL matches. They make so addicted to them that I become lazy to post after watching the matches. 😛 Anyways, updating now. Hope you like it! Not proof read so ignore any grammatical or spelling errors.
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Soon, IshRa reached Chennai. They decided to stay in a hotel for a day as Ishita said she wanted to go to the Mandir Raman had told her about.
"Wow, Raman! The hotel room is so big and nice! I love it!" she said as she layed on the bed.
Raman smiled seeing her happiness. He layed beside her pulling her closer to him,
"Yes, I love the room too. But I think the bed to too big for the 2 of us. We should get a smaller one. That would be better choice as I don't want to waste my energy wasting my time by rolling all over in the bed," he said as he placed a kiss on her earlobe.
"Chee Raman... Your mind is always thinking about that. Besharam... Now, let me go. We need to go to the Mandir. And anyways, look at me, I am so dirty. You made me so dirty. Let me go now, I want to go and bathe," she said trying to get out of his hold.
"Kya Madrasan, have you come for honeymoon or some yaathra? Let's get dirty again before bathing na, what you say?" he whispered huskily in her ears nuzzling in her neck.
Ishita let out a soft moan unable to take his torture.
"Raman, chodo mujhe, I want to bathe," she said seriously this time.
He looked up at her, "Ok, you want to bathe na? Let's bathe together," he said as he scooped her in his arms and walked towards the bathroom.
"Raman, no... Mujhe 100% pata hai ki it will take forever if we bathe together. Leave me, Raman," she pleaded trying to get off.
He was not even interested in her talks. He put her on the floor and locked the bathroom door. As he starting moving towards her opening the buttons of his shirt, she also moved back continuously pleading him to leave her even though she wanted him to continue. He caged her between his arms as she hit the wall.
"Raman, please no..." she begged closing her eyes inhaling his cologne which was driving her crazy. Her plead fell in deaf ears.
He sealed her pleading lips with his hot ones slowly sucking her lower lip as his hand held her bare waist. She tried to struggle at first but his touches were doing magic to her. Finally, after a brief battle with her mind and heart, she decided to listen to her heart; she gave in to her desires. She encircled her arms around his neck as she responded him back with the same passion.
Iss tarah se khudse aa mujhko jod tu
Thoda bhi mujhme na mujhko chhod tu
Na yaad teri tujhko
Na yaad mujhe hoon main
Aa mujhko pehan le tu
Aa tujhko odh loon main
Due to the lack of air, they parted breathing heavily. He tightened his hold on her waist as he looked passionately into her eyes. He pecked her forehead and his hands removed the earrings she was wearing. After he removed her earrings he placed a wet kiss on her earlobe making her moan loudly yet passionately. He moved downwards by placing wet kisses on her neck as his hands unpinned her pallu. She winced as he bite her neck for a moment which was then comforted by his numerous kisses. His hands now searched for her blouse's hook while she unbuttoned the remaining buttons of his shirt. As he broke apart from her neck, he pulled her saree and unhooked her blouse without breaking the passionate eyelock they shared. She pushed his shirt of him as she yanked forward and placed a kiss on his neck. He turned on the shower as the water droplets from it fell on their nude bodies.
Katra katra main girun
Jism pe tere theharun
Katra katra main girun
Tujh mein hi kahin reh lun
He kissed her bare shoulders sending shivers down her spine. As she couldn't take his assault anymore, she hugged him tightly without even letting air pass through them. He smiled as he felt her lips curve into a smile while she hid her flushed face in the crook of his neck. He placed open mouth kisses on her neckline making her go weak on her knees.
Dariya tu khaali kar de
Mujhme saara tu bhar de
Tujhko aa main pee jaaun, pyaas bujha do..
Laana kuch baadal laana
Unko mujh par barsaana
Boondein teri ho jinme, unse bhigaa do...
Na yaad teri tujhko
Na yaad mujhe hoon main
Aa mujhko pehan le tu
Aa tujhko odh loon main
Katra katra main girun
Jism pe tere theharun
Katra katra main girun
Tujh mein hi kahin reh lun
She was no less. She placed wet kisses on his shoulders making him pull her more closer to him. He squeezed her in his arms as she pleasantly enjoyed his pleasing assault. His hands roamed around her back freely feeling all her curves.
Khud se khaali ho jaaun
Aaja tujhse bhar jaaun
Tinka tinka jal jaaun
Aise jalaa do.. ho..
Tarun main tan pe tere
Thehrun angon pe tere
Gehari jo khawahish teri
Unme duba do..
Na yaad teri tujhko
Na yaad mujhe hoon main
Aa mujhko pehan le tu
tujhko odh loon main
They pleased each other fulfilling all their desires under the shower as loud moans was heard in the bathroom.
Katra Katra main girun
Jism pe tere theharun
Katra katra main girun
Tujh mein hi kahin reh lun (x2)
As Ishita said, they took hours bathing as they were busy pleasuring each other.
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After some time, (finally they finished bathing)
"Raman, yeh saree achi hai na? I am so confused what to wear," she said as she walked out of the bathroom wearing red colour kanjivaram saree leaving her wet hairs open.
Raman, who was getting ready, just stopped whatever he was doing and admired her from top to bottom.
The mangalsutra she was wearing, the pinch on sindoor filling her partition, her hands full of chura and her mehendi filled hands were making her look like a beautiful bride. He stared at all the symbols on her which marked her as his. His lips curved up as he saw her walking towards him. His trance was broken by her.
"Raman, kya dekh rahi ho? Batao na, am I looking nice?" she asked with puppy eyes.
He tucked the strand of hair which was blowing his view. He gazed her from top to bottom making Ishita go red.
"Madrasan, how many times must I tell you not to kill me by dressing yourself like this? You're not looking nice but your looking like meri wali," he said with a wink.
Ishita's cheeks went red as she questioned, pretending not to understand, "Haan? What do you mean, aapki wali?"
"Oh, tujhe nahi pata? Do you want me to give you a hint?" he smirked as he wounded his arms around her waist.
Ishita, realising where it was leading to, "Raman, enough. You already had enough of..."
Before she could complete, he slammed his hot lips into her red, swollen ones. He bite her lips as she allowed him to enter her mouth. They relished the flavours of each others' mouth. They broke the kiss in need of air as he said,
"I can never have enough of you, Madrasan," he huskily whispered in her ears.
He kissed her earlobe as she moaned.
"Raman, enough for now. Save some for tonight," she said as she hid herself in his chest.
"Oh ho, Madrasan... What's tonight?"
"A special surprise for you so now let's get ready to go to the temple."
"Surprise? Sounds interesting... Ok then, let's get ready... But I really can't wait for the surprise," he said like a small child.
Soon, they got ready to go to the temple.
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"Wow Raman! The temple is so elegant," Ishita exclaimed excitedly.
"It's not only elegant by its looks, it's also elegant as it will give you inner peace. Come let's go in," he said as he forwarded his hand to her.
She placed her hand on his and they entered the temple hand in hand. Ishita kept looking around as she was mesmerised by its beauty. Raman was smiling seeing her cute antics. Ishita saw the huge Ganesh statue and,
"You're right, Raman. This temple is really heart-soothing. Come, let's pray," she said as she started praying.
Raman was very happy to see Ishita so happy. He too started praying.
Ishita prayed, "Bhagawan Ji, please keep Raman always happy by always having me near him, as I know he will be only happy if I am with him. Please just make this one wish of mine true."
Raman prayed, "Ganapathi Bappa, please always keep Ishita happy by always having me near her, as I know she will be only happy if I am with her. Please just make this one wish of mine true."
As they were praying, the Pandit came and gave them the aarthi. Raman took the sindoor given by the Pandit and filled Ishita's partition as she closed her eyes feeling the moment.
Then, the Pandit gave Ishita some jasmine flowers to Ishita saying,
"I can clearly see that you both are newly-wed. The love you have for each other is clearly visible in your eyes. I wish you all the besy for your marriage life. May god bless you both!" he said as IshRa touched his feet and got blessings from him.
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"Madrasan, why were you crying when the Pandit was blessing us? You should have been happy na?" Raman asked as he gulped the orange juice he was drinking.
It was night by the time Raman and Ishita finished their lunch and roamed around Chennai. Now after finishing their dinner, they decided to go for a walk in the Marina Beach as it is night. It is always very calm to go for a walk in the Marina Beach in the night. They were in their casuals, Raman in T-shirt and jeans while Ishita was wearing a top and jeans as well. They changed before coming to the beach. They were like walking in a place where they were no one except them.
"Nothing Raman, I was too overwhelmed with happiness by the events happening around us," she explained calmly as she hugged herself feeling cold.
They sat on the sand as he put his arm around her. She kept her head on his chest seeking his warmth.
"Overwhelmed with happiness? Aisa kya hua?" he questioned.
"Just like that, Raman. I remembered that a few years ago, we didn't even know each other. Then, suddenly one day we met and we fell in love with each other and our marriage was fixed that day itself. And see now, we are happily married. Our marriage is like a fairy tale wedding, Raman. I fell in love with you and got married to you without any problem. I am also very lucky as I have a husband who is a gem. I don't need anything in my life except for you, Raman. I can just spent my life in you arms..." she said as she snuggled closer to him.
"And, I am really grateful to god for giving me such a loving and supportive family. A husband who loves me more than anything, a family who supports me through my thick and thin times... What else does a person need in life, Raman? Once Simmi's problem is solved, our family will be the most happiest family, Raman," she said as tears of contentment rolled down her eyes.
Sensing some wetness in his shirt, "Bas kardo, Madrasan. Enough of crying. Now we are happy na, let's enjoy this moment."
He wiped off the tears which rolled down her red eyes.
"But, I still have one more wish... I hope that final wish of my gets fulfilled soon," she said as she again rested on his chest.
"Ek wish? Kya wish, Madrasan? Tell me, you know it's a husband's responsibility to fulfil his wife's wish. So tell me?"
"Exactly, yes. This wish will can only be fulfilled by you," she said hiding her face in his chest.
"Is mein sharmaane kya baat hai? Batao na, mein poora kardunga."
"Pakka poora kar paugi?"
"Madrasan, don't you know? Nothing is impossible for this RKB."
"Pakka?"
Raman smiled at her cute antics.
"Pakka baba, batao..."
She took his hand and placed it on her stomach.
"Raman, I want a part of you in me. Will you give me that?"
Raman was dumbfounded listening to her wish. He smiled at her and placed a soft kiss on her forehead.
"Ishita, you always amaze me with your talks. And what are you asking... Asking for my daughter? Of course, I can't wait to hold her in my arms," he said excitedly like a child.
"Daughter? You have already decided?"
"Of course! I want my Ruhi in my arms now."
"You have decided the name too? Raman... You didn't tell me?" she said as she faked anger and turned facing her back to him.
"Hey, Ishita... I was also excited for my Ruhi. That's why... Gussa mat karo baba."
Ishita, faking anger, "Mein gussa hun, Raman."
"Hey, Ishita... Baat suno meri..." he said and started tickling her. She started laughing. After some time,
"Ruhi, that is a very nice name. I like it, Raman," she said hugging him tight.
"But for that, we have to work really hard for that," he said kissing her neck.
"Chee, besharam..." she slapped his shoulder playfully and hugged him tighter.
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A man who was watching them,
"Be happy now, because you will have to suffer later," he thought to himself as he smiled evilly.
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Done! Hope you all liked the update! I also hope you all like the twist in the end. 😉 What do you say? Shall I separate them for a while? 😆 Let me think about that. Anyways, I am not that Ekta Kapoor to keep the separation for 7 years! 🤣 I have make up to you all by giving you a long update. So, I am expecting long comments from you all. If I don't get comments, I will not update again. And I know I haven't reply to most of your comments. Will definitely reply soon. Thank you for all the readers who always read and comment. Anyways, don't forget to like or comment! 😃
PS : I will update PTHHT in a day or 2 and Bol Do Na Zara will be updated very soon as well. 😊
PSS : I have 50 pending PMs... Wish me good luck in finish reading them! 😭
Love, Ramya 🤗
Edited by Ramya.DivAn - 9 years ago
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