**Text in brown is flashback
Raman's POV
"Aaram se drive kariyega. Aapka lunch driver le aayega. Time se khaa lijiyega. Kyunki mujhe pata hai kaam karte hue aapko kisi cheez ka hosh nahi rehta. Aur please, don't stress yourself too much." Ishita instructed him while adjusting his tie a little.
"Jee Mam. Aur kuch?" Raman looked at her smiling at her fondly.
"Haan. Jaldi wapis aayega. I'll be waiting for you." She too reciprocated his smile.
"Haaye. Tum kaho toh main jau he na." Raman suggested cutely as he took her henna filled hands into his. His thumb stroked the beautiful diamond seal of their love in her finger before bringing it close to his lips and kissed it lovingly.
Ishita gasped softly, "Kya kar rahe hai Raman? Koi dekh lega. Hum bahir khade hai." She spoke up consciously, looking here and there as soft blush adorned her cheeks.
How innocent is she really?
She still blushes when I kiss her hands, even after whatever happened last night.
"For God's Sake, Ishita. We're married now." Raman rolled his eyes at his wife's hopelessness.
"Haan. Lekin, achha nahi lagta aise." She replied, cutely shy.
Adorable, she is!
"Achha yeh batao? Miss karogi mujhe?" He asked her, wriggling those thick eyebrows mischievously as he pulled her a little close.
"Miss kyu karna hai? Office he toh jaa rahe hai aap." She replied, looking at him confused.
"Bahout Zaalim ho tum!" Raman gave those cute dramatic expressions of pain and hurt making Ishita laugh softly at his cuteness.
"Raman, aapko aisa nahi lag raha hai ki aap late ho rahe hai office ke liye?" Ishita asked him, knowing well that he was trying to indulge in romance.
"Jaa raha hoon main." Raman replied, cutely grumpy at his wife's un-romantic replies. He turned around, unlocking the car with a press of button on his car keys before opening the door.
He was abt to sit when he remembered something. Turning to face her, he smiled flashing those dimples before leaning in to kiss her forehead lovingly and her eyelids curled down beautifully.
"Bye." He ran a finger down her cheek lovingly.
"Bye." She smiled at him as he turned on the ignition of his car and drove off.
Ishita's POV
She watched the car disappear as a sigh escaped her lips.
Pura din kaise beetega Raman ke begair?
Unke saamne toh badi akkad mein bola tha maine ki main unhe miss nahi karungi. Lekin abhi dekho? Unhe gaye hue chand lamhe bhi nahi beete hai aur main unhe miss kar rahi hu.
Kis kadar apni mohabbat mein giraftaar kar liya hai unhone mujhe.
Ishita smiled at the thought, Mohabbat?
Ek waqt tha jab mohabbat se khauf aata tha mujhe. Magar abb main sochti hoon toh mujhe lagta hai shayad sahi maayne mein mohabbat kya hoti hai mujhe pata he nahi tha.
Ishita walked inside the house only to find Toshi ji pulling half woken up Simmi out of her room and she couldn't help but smile adoringly how Simmi again fell asleep on the sofa.
"Simmi! Utha jaa. Suraj sar chadh aaya hai." Toshiji spoke up, exasperated at the antics of her daughter and Simmi groaned sleepily.
"Ohho. Sone do na. Kyu pareshaan kar rahi ho meri beti ko?" Mr. Bhalla took Simmi's side like all the loving fathers making Simmi stick her tongue out at her mother and curl up cutely into Mr. Bhalla's loving embrace, yawning.
"Aapke laad pyaar ne he bigaad kar rakha hai inn dono ko."
"Haan. Haan." Mr. Bhalla dismissed his wife with a wave of his hand, lovingly stroking Simmi's hairs who nuzzled in his chest, sleeping peacefully.
Wasn't it exactly how she was with her Amma-Appa? So loved? So pampered?
Ishita looked at the half burnt dosa on the pan and then her Amma apologetically before, "I'm sorry Amma." She mumbled somewhat meekly.
"Ayyo Murgan! Kya karu main iss ladki ka?" Madhavi fumed in anger, smacking her forehead while Vandu who was enjoying this from a corner giggled softly.
Madhavi glared her eldest born silencing her giggles before turning her attention back to 18-year old Ishita, "Atharah saal ki ho gayi ho tum. Ghar ka ek kaam thik se nahi kar sakti. Naak kat wa dena meri apne sasural mein."
"Kyu gussa ho raha hai bhai?" Vishwa entered the kitchen holding two bags full of vegetables which he kept on the slab before both his daughters ran into his arms and he cuddled with them lovingly.
"Appa, Mujhe ghar ke kaam karna bilkul nahi pasand. Phir bhi Amma mere peechhe padi rehti hai. Aap unko bol do ki mujhse kaam naa karwaya karein." Ishita complained cutely.
"Aww. Meri gudiya ko nahi pasand ghar ke kaam karna toh koi zaroorat nahi hai. Madhu, khabardaar jo tumne meri bacchiyon se koi kaam karvaya." Vishwa spoke up sternly to Madhu as both Vandu and Ishita did a little victory jig.
"Bigaad lein aap. Jab shaadi hogi inki toh pata chalega main kyu peechhe padi rehti thi." Madhavi shook her head at the hopelessness of her husband.
"Tum uski chinta mat karo. Main apni dono betiyon ke liye shehzaade dhoond kar launga. Koi kaam vaam nahi karna padega inhe."
"I love you Appa!" Ishita exclaimed, throwing her arms around him lovingly.
Raman's POV
Turning the page over, Raman signed off the contract papers, sealing the deal with Guptas and shook hands with the man sitting next to him in crisp black three piece tuxedo.
"I'm really looking forward to working with you Mr. Bhalla." The man spoke up in his thick British accent.
"Same here, Mr. Gupta." Raman returned the favor with a polite smile.
"And congratulations! I heard you got married."
"Thank you." Raman had to smile again.
Soon after Mr. Gupta and his team left, Raman checked his mobile, No messages! Missed calls? None of those either.
Yeh toh sach mein mujhe miss nahi kar rahi. Ek baar call karke yeh bhi nahi puchha ki main office pahuch gaya ki nahi. Call naa sahi, toh message he kar deti.
Gaadi khraab ho sakti hai meri raaste mein. Koi pata thodi hota hai aaj kal.
Raman twirled the pen in his hand before letting out a tired sigh as he leaned back on the chair, closing his eyes and his fingers subconsciously went ahead to stroke that fresh love bite on his chest. A soft smile graced his face as he remembered their passionate encounter early this morning.
He could feel heartbeats racing up with just the thought of holding her in his arms, then baring her down to her soul before making love to her, slowly yet passionately.
God! Why am I behaving so hormonal?
Picking up the glass kept on his table, Raman took a sip or two when he heard a knock on his door.
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