IshRa OS: Tempting His Madrasan | Part 2 Page 2 @RomComFan | Complete

I am/was dying to write something on IshRa but just couldn't bring myself to. It's so heartbreaking and painful to visit that place again but I did want to post something. This was my piece in Shalz and Vee's OS thread. It is continued by Anu. I sincerely do hope that you like it.

I hope this is good enough and I don't get virtual rotten tamatars, pyaas and eggs flung at me. I'm horrid at romance; it's common knowledge.

This is more of AU and I've conveniently ignored the show post slot change just because I stopped watching the show, okay? So here Shagun is normal and not a warped up zombie and I have no clue where she is as she's out of the picture. Adi and Ruhi live with IshRa and just read on..

Part two is posted on page two.

It is penned down by Anu @RomComFan (Link)

T E M P T I N G H I S M A D R A S A N

(Unedited)

"Is it safe? Are you sure sure? It needs to be safe," she grumbled as he caressed her wrist, tracing her veins followed by the faint lines on her palms, grinning in victory every time she shivered, until she pulled her palm away in order to focus on the conversation at hand. He gave her a playful pout, which she chose to ignore. He upped one this once, he was Raman Bhalla after all - the man feared by almost everyone so how dare this Madrasan think she could get away from him.

She smiled at her feet, his heart skipped a beat as he watched her eyes lower, now stare at the floor, as she waited for a reply. Her hand fidgeting with the white sheet, crushing it between her thumb and index finger as she bit her lips and in that moment all he wanted to do was push her back on the bed and tease her in ways unknown to her as her body writhed in emotions yet unknown to her as she begged him for release. Oh, the things he could do to her if only he had the courage to approach her.

She glanced at him through her thick dark lashes, sneaking a peek at him as she smiled at him clearly acknowledging his presence on her bed. She picked at her perfectly manicured nails as she crossed her legs on the bed now turning to face him. He noticed her lipstick smudge and how he wanted to run his fingers across her lips, brushing against her rosy lips as he rubbed the color off her, slowly replacing his fingertips with his lips as he held her in arms and slowly placed her on her back while he did the things he dreamt of doing to her for months.

Only he didn't. He was Raman Kumar Bhalla, he was no roadside Romeo no matter how much his mind contradicted his statements. He was Raman Bhalla - the one with the vicious ex-wife men only dreamt of bedding, he was the father of two nasty brats who switched sides the minute they got to know Ishita, he was the man women dreamt of getting their hands on, he was Puttar and he was Ishita's husband. There! That was his undoing - Ishita. And there was Ishita, his wife, who sat on the bed chewing on her lips in more erotic ways than he knew, her blouse unhooked and pallu doing everything but covering the parts of her body it was supposed to. Raman Bhalla was no saint and Ishita Iyer ne Bhalla clearly had better things to do than worry about her husband's reaction as she made herself comfortable in their room; far too comfortable for Raman's liking and far too comfortable for Raman's little man's liking. Raman Bhalla was no pervert or a man exited easily but lord help him Ishita had everything in her to bring out the worst in him, especially when she wouldn't attempt to help him in that area. She'd instead put up the Catholic schoolgirl avatar and play dumb to things that should actually happen in a bedroom between a man and his wife - and that drove him crazier. She, she, drove him crazy, his stupid, annoying, and nave Madrasan.

He held onto her hand once again, almost waiting for her to quirk an eyebrow at him. And when she did he stood up and joined her as she stood besides the window. Taking his place behind her he found himself tracing the smooth expanse of her arms, enjoying every shiver her body responded with, as a light breeze blew their way finally locking his arms around her waist taking his own sweet time to find his way around her curves. His touch now replaced by his lips and she shivered as she felt them on her shoulder as his hands traced their way back to her waist all whilst her body shivered in anticipation. She found herself holding onto her breath, her neck arched to accommodate him, as his warm breath merged against her skin, giving rise to a new order of jitters. Her heart skipped a beat and then proceeded to beat so hard that it hurt all whilst Raman continued to find his way around her body in ways that should have been innocent but weren't, instead they so completely evil.

This man was evil, her mind decided for her whilst her body chose to ignore the very presence of the culprit stealing her away from her moment of passion.

"They're at camp, not at war, Madrasan," he whispered against the expanse of her neck and her eyes screwed shut, her mind finally registering the new level of proximity they shared.

"I know, but.."

"Toh, tumhein pata hai parents log iss waqt pe kya kartein hai, (So, do you know what all parents do at this time?)" he suggested, now locking his arms around her waist,

"Hmm,"

"I'll show you,"

Her toes clenched, fingers crossed and eyes screwed shut; she failed to realize the meaning of his words and only when they did register did she blush red and he smirked at her reflection in the mirror loving every bit of her reaction.

Ignoring the torture he knew that was his presence he turned her body to face him making sure that all he did was pull her closer to him if that was even humanely possible; taking a moment to mentally capture the image of her blushing in his arms he gently ran his fingertips across her face, tracing that smile meant only for him and smiling back her in awe. His thumb traces across her lips as he balanced her in his arms then slowly pushing her on the bed - making her sit - while he took a step back to observe her.

Nervous as she was with her legs crossed against each other - tapping the floor impatiently, her hands folded, her thumbs rubbing over each other followed by her biting at her lips - his wife was beautiful, he decided.

She was innocent, naive, overprotective, samaj sevak (volunteer), jagga jasoos (wannabe detective), very OCD and at times equally annoying but all his - his Madrasan was beautiful.

Beauty to him didn't mean physical attributes for he could find those in every second woman he passed on the street. But Ishita, to him, she was the epitome of beauty. His utopia. And how he would love to tell her that. That he loved her eyes and when they were locked with his, her lips when they pouted at her and those eyebrows that quirked joining her pleading lips. Her anger as she dragged him back to their room every morning by his tie just to fix the damn thing. If only she knew that he had conveniently forgotten to wear a tie, blamed in on the changing fashion trends and grumbled back and forth about the world wanting him to wear one all so he could watch her scrunch her face up attempting to tie it around her neck, give up and tie it around his neck every single morning. If only he could tell her how that little moment elevated his mood every morning. And oh, those nights despite his grumbling on how she should not wait for him to come home every day, if only she knew how he now left an hour or two early carrying his work home, conveniently taking up her suggestion at keeping a driver at his beck and call instead of driving back and forth every time given his back problems. If only she knew how he wrapped up his work in the car, freshened up and found himself grinning as he waited to reach home.

Home - to her.

What had this Madrasan done to him? In the short while he had known her, this twenty-six year old, far too wise for her age and far too good for a man like him, had turned his world upside down only to take it upon herself to sort all the messes in his life, if not aid him in sorting them. Now at a ripe age of thirty-one he had all the things he once wanted in life. He had his kids - his adolescent son and young daughter; a home to return to, a successful career and a companion in life that understood him and his needs in life. Then why did she fail to understand that all this old man needed was her. That he craved her company, her love, her respect,her presence, the solace her arms offered, her body and everything that was her. Why did he fail to understand that when compared to her all his dreams and ambitions were nothing but wishes made on falling stars - ominous and fleeting. That some how in the brief time that she had spent with him she had somehow morphed to be his universe.

"Phir? (And then?)"

"Phir, (And then,)" he mumbled snapping out of his reverie.

She sat there on the bed, her legs now criss-crossed on the mattress, a shy smile gracing her features and her eyes still closed. The only difference between then and now was that she was comfortable enough to tie her previously loose hair into a lose bun shaping her face as her blush was replaced with a playful smile.

It was then that he realized that his plan backfired on him, yet again.

He had her right where he wanted but the question was: What was he to do?

To those who follow my work;

Ghosts of Us

A newer and better version of Ghosts of Us (Be Intehaan) is up. If you want to read it, that is. Link above.

And lastly, major apologies for not updating Meherbaan. As I said, I can't bring myself to sit and imagine IshRa and the would haves and could haves. Please do tell me if I should post the reboot here or solely on Wattpad. And if I should keep IshRa as the characters or change the names. The reboot is because, as I said, I want to se Meherbaan end.

The reboot book for Meherbaan is up. Add it to your library if you want it. :)

Originally posted by: florine_20

nice one

Originally posted by: kingmanu

Beautiful👏

Thank you.

Hi Ara,

Originally posted by: aaaney

completely evil.

I am, thank you. 😊

Originally posted by: mayasundar

Hi Ara,

Beautiful OS

I am wondering are you planning to update Meherbaan anytime soon in IF

Hey Maya,


Thank you. That means alot to me, I really do appreciate your words of wisdom and the way you conduct yourself is worth accolades. So, this does mean alot to me. :)


I don't know when I'll update Meherbaan. I'm busy with studies. Sorry.

T E M P T I N G H I S M A D R A S A N 2:

B e g i n A g a i n

[This part is written by Anu @RomComFan]




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Ishita looked at him, an expectant smile on her lips as she waited for... something. Maybe she was a little scared; but she was ready, as ready as she would ever be to take this unknown step. All she knew was that this man was the right one for her, he was the one - and she was ready.

So she waited, because as bold as she was in every other aspect of her life; in this, especially this time, this first time, it had to be him that made the first move.

Raman looked at the vision before him; his wife, his life, staring at him with those eyes full of the shyness that had never been in the eyes of any other woman with whom he had been in this position. But then she was special. She was always special.

He caressed her cheeks with his thumb, the heat caused by the flush making his lips pull to the right in a soft smile. He felt her breath hitch and he leaned closer. His hands traveled of their own accord down her arms and his face inched closer to the siren call of the ever distracting nose pin.

Suddenly, his hands encountered a barrier and he glanced down. Her hands were grasping the bed sheet with a grip that would surely leave some indents on her palms. Surprised out of his dreamy fog, he looked up once more. He could see the rapid rise and fall of her chest, he glanced again...yes rapid rise and fall... he shook himself out of his reverie and laughed.

'Raman', the voice that inquired was quiet, and a little confused.

Jansi ki Rani, that's not exactly where I wanted to see your nail marks tonight.' His eyes flicked to her hands and chuckled at her responding glare.

He shook his head, gathered his wits and held out his palm.

'Lets go.'

'Raman?'

'Is that all you're planning to say tonight?'

'Raman!'

'I love the way you say my name Madrassan, I hope the volume starts increasing soon'

'RAMAN!'

'Not exactly what I had in mind, but we can discuss that in detail later. For now, lets go.'

He grabbed his keys and a shawl out of the closet and wrapped it around her while she sat on the bed looking a little unsure. He tucked the shawl around her shoulders and threaded their fingers together as he rushed her out the door, of their room, their flat, their building and into his car.

Ishita sat in the car, a little dazed and opened her mouth, Raman promptly pressed his fingers against her lips and shook his head. She leaned her head back against the seat and closed her eyes, letting him lead her where he wanted.

In no time at all, the car jerked to a stop and she opened her eyes as shock, then delight ran across her face.

'Raman!' she gasped, as he swung around and opened the passenger side door.

'Really Madrassan? Have those dialogue writers of yours gone on strike?' His smirk softened as he felt her hands grasp his is a fierce hold as soon as she stepped out.

He swept his thumb across her knuckle and led her towards the bench, their bench, sat down, and removed her wrap from around her shoulders.

'I'm cold too', he responded to her inquiring face and shook his shoulders for effect as he re-wrapped the shawl around both their bodies. She smiled, and shook her head.

'What are we doing here Raman?'

'Does it matter?'

'When it's you, it always matters.' His smile acknowledged the pleasure he received in that truth.

'I was thinking that we had had never been on a proper date, and thought that this place, where we really began, would be the best place to start again. And a good place to remind us both of how far we have come.'

'Raman' she whispered, in awe.

'Do you know something Ishita? The first time, the very first time, that we were on this bench, after Ammah's accident, I remember looking at you and thinking that we would be okay. That this marriage and this life that we fell into could be survived. That's the moment I realized we had become friends and partners of sorts, that's the first moment I remember thanking Mata Rani that Ruhi had chosen you. And I just thought that now that we are finally going to be more then friends...' He winked and she started laughing.

'What? I picked up a few things from Adhi.'

He smirked, then continued , 'I thought this would be a good place for our first date, our first bench date. I thought that this place might make it easier for you to tell me what's bothering you.'

She looked at him from the corner of the eyes and then promptly closed them. 'Raman, I am scared.'

'Why? What are you scared of?'

'I... I love you. I love you so much I can't even explain. But everything that brought us to this place in our lives has so much expectation and involvement and I just don't want to fail, I can't fail-not you, and not us.'

'I am confused Ishita, and I can't help you if you don't explain.'

'Our, our pasts and our families and everything in between... I just feel a little overwhelmed. I am scared that I won't be able to get pregnant. I am scare about letting down our families. I don't want them looking at me, in pity or in expectation because I failed to fulfill the biggest joy of being a woman. I am scared of letting our kids down and you, Raman, that you could ever look at me again, the way you did back then, back before this bench- that scares me the most.' Her words rushed out in one fell swoop and he gasped at her in shock.

Slowly he lifted her tear stained face, his hands automatically reached to wipe her tears and then stopped. Instead, his face lowered and he sipped those precious tears with his lips. They tasted the salt of her tears in quietness , first one cheek, then the other- and then he pulled away resisting the urge to continue.

'I am sorry if you ever felt that this was ever about you getting pregnant, because it's not . This is just about us, nothing else. If you get pregnant, fine, if not, that's fine too. When the time is right, when you are ready, we can look into it, together. But this, this will never be about that. As for our families, they don't matter-not in this aspect of our lives, and I am sorry that I never thought about the effects of their over involvement. But I promise, from now on, I will make sure that our private life remains just ours. This is about us, nothing but us and our love and whatever comes out of it and how, when, and where it's expressed is between us and no one else. It's just you and me. Just you and me. And you have always been, will always be, more than enough, more then I deserve. No matter what. Whether we have a child or not, you are the greatest woman to walk into my life, the best gift that I ever received from Murugan and I love you infinitely, ' He spoke softly, eyes unblinking and locked on hers. She sighed and rested her head back on his chest; her hands slipped around his waist and squeezed.

They stayed in that position for a while, until he suddenly got up, signalling to her to follow as he pulled his mobile out of his pocket and began whispering furiously. Again, they were back in the car to yet another destination. This time the drive was longer and the stop unfamiliar; a deserted beach with a big house that dotted the horizon.

Once again, he led her out of the car. Not saying a word he slipped off his shoes, indicated the same of her and trotted down the sandy path.

A little further in, he laid the wrap on the ground and lay down, and again, she followed. She shivered and he wrapped his arms around her and brought her closer. She looked up at him and slowly, her left hand crept up his chest, she drew a line with her nail down the column of his throat as she saw him swallow and blink. Neither said a word, and he remained still. Her hand continued upwards, now tracing the laugh lines around his mouth with fascination as she wondered if they had been as prominent when they first met.

She could feel his hands now, a little rough, both from his calluses and the sand- grip her waist, squeezing. Her hand continued up his face and tangled themselves in his hair, her body now on top of his, and slowly her right hand mirrored the left which was now positioned at the side of his face. Their eyes locked, and the glance held, and then closed as their lips met.

The taste was unfamiliar, but the feeling welcome, and she pursued, as he continued to let her have her way, until finally, she pulled back, unable to breathe. Her blush bloomed as she slid down and burrowed her face into his chest. Their first kiss. Her very first ever. She felt... free, loved, powerful and a multitude of other feelings she had never before felt.

Minutes passed and she looked up at him, the content smile on his face said everything, as did the slight shiver that resulted in her body as he ran his hands up her body. Some minutes passed and she looked up as she felt him push her away.

'Since you decided on the when, lets continue this somewhere a little less sandy, shall we Madrassan?'

'Raman?'

'Back to that are you? See that house? That's ours, for the next three days. And this private beach too, it belongs to a potential client who is trying to woo me. So I thought I would use it to woo... you. And don't worry, as far as our families know we took a late night flight out to meet some important clients of mine. And since I have no plans to let you leave the house we are safe.'

She gaped at him as they walked, stumbling in stupor. In a flash, he picked her up, handing her their shoes and wrap and she cinched her arms around his neck. Soon they reached the door and he put her down as he fished a key out of his pocket.

He looked back , 'Let me adjust that statement, I have no plans of letting you out in the day time, once the stars come out we can get a proper blanket and test out why so many people find the beach so fascinating; if I remember correctly, there is even a drink about a certain beach activity... '

She blushed as he swung her up in his arms again, 'but that's later, for now...'

He stepped over the threshold as she closed the door and looked at his smiling face as he held her, like the precious cargo she was, and walked towards their future.

This is my favorite work so far. I hope you do like it. #Complete

Loved reading both pieces, beautifully written! 😊

Originally posted by: arnavkidevani

Loved reading both pieces, beautifully written! 😊