Hi Guys, this piece is on the Lodhi function where Adi and Shagun planned to keep Ishita away from the Puja so that instead of Ishita, SHagun would do the puja with Raman. Here, the puja is done after Ruhi insists that Ishita and Raman do the puja together and Ishita is upset with Raman. After his failed attempts to manao his wife Raman is fustrated and...
"Raman bas, choriye mujhe kya kar rahe hain aap, choriye, lodhi ka function hai Raman tamasha... Ishita rambled on as Raman dragged her away from the function area and into the lobby of the serviced apartments.
Raman swerved Ishita to face him keeping his iron grip on her wrist so that she wouldn't walk away from, "ENOUGH! Raman shouted looking directly at his wife who was equally furious.
However, Ishita did not back down and kept her expression intact although her heart did skip a beat at Raman's deadly expression and anger. He was frowning at her, his eyebrows tightly knit. Ishita could feel her resolve weakening. Was she afarid of her husband's anger? Her ego was slightly bruised at the possibility of that and before he could intimidate her further Ishita started struggling and using her free hand to pry Raman's fingers off her wrists to no avail.
This only increased Raman's irritation and he jerked her roughly,Baat suno meri, Raman ordered.
Ishita just looked straight at her Raavan Kumar with pursed lips and anger clearly evident in her eyes,Main ne aap ki koi baat nahi sunni, choriye mujhe. MUMMY-JEE, AMMAAA. Ishita called out hoping that would make Raman release her.
"JUST SHUT UP ISHITA, PROBLEM KYA HAI AAP KI?! Raman shouted louder than ever, silencing her. Ishita just looked away angrily realising that she was no match for her husband physically unless she resorted to biting and scratching him which would be too uncivilised in the current situation.
When Ishita did not answer him back, Raman soften his tone and explained,Pagal Madrasan, main ne aap ko bahr jo explanantion di wo sab sach thi bas ussi ki waja se main ne Shagun ke saath pooja ke liye raazi huwa, main to end waqt tak pagalon ki tarah aap ko dhoond raha tha,
"I don't care aap ne kya kiya kis waja se kiya, mere saath meri Ruhi hai mujhe aur kissi ki zaroorat nahi, saare bewafa hain, mannerless, Ishita snapped showing no signs of softening.
"Aur Ruhi ke Papa ka kya?, Raman asked gently with a slight mischief in his voice,Unn ki bhi zaroorat nahi aap ko?
"Unn ki to bilkul bhi nahi hai, Ishita replied immediately, her nostrils flaring and eyes deadly,aur aap ko aisi baatein kar ke mujhe behlane ki zaroorat nahi hai, jao apni uss Shagun ke paas aaj to bari achi lag rahi hai na punjabi suit mein jaa ke uss ka haath pakar na, yahaan...
Raman grabbed Ishita's other wrist and locked both of them behind her back causing her to thrust her chest forward, crushing her breast into his chest. When Raman felt Ishita's breasts, firmed up by the push-up bra she wore crushed into his chest, he had to pause for a second as he felt his body reacting and could not stop himslef from moving his chest to rub them against Ishita's padded breasts. Ishita's eyes widened, shocked at the audacity of her husband to behave in a such a manner as her blood boiled threatening to explode. Raman watched his wife's expression as her new found anger gave her a surge of energy to struggle and thrash with such force that for a moment, even Raman felt he wouldn't be able to resist her but his male ego prevented him from giving up and he kept his strong hold on her hands at her back.
"Bas kar Madrasan, hilna band kar de, aap ziddi ho to main maha ziddi, nahi chorne waala, Raman spoke calmly looking down at his wife as she continued to struggle against his chest. She looked hot in anger, she looked like she was ready to eat him up and that excited Raman. He loved playing with fire and decided to take it a step further as he thrusted his pelvis forward, simultenously nudging Ishita even closer to him if that was possible so that she could feel his arousal poking her just below her belly button. Ishita's eyes widened for the second time within 5 minutes. She was shocked, the nerve of her husband!
Although at the back of her mind Ishita trustd Raman fully and knew he would not hurt her intentionally, she still could not get the image of Shagun with HER husband standing side by side as husband and wife. Raman was hers. She was angry, furious. Raman was hers. She looked up at her husband with the same angry expression taking deep breaths causing her breasts to heave against Raman's chest exciting the already fully aroused Raman further. "Tum ab sirf mere ho, Ishita muttered, her voice low and dangerous.
"Yes, main sirf tera hu, Raman assured his wife as he tried his best not to chuckle at the sight of his wife. She looked so cute like this, angry, jealous and possessive, he was thoroughly enjoying it.
"I hate Shagun, Ishita blurted out, jealousy and bitterness dripping from her words.
"Acha, Raman responded softly raising his eyebrows at the unexpected confession. He never knew his Jhansi Ki Rani would ever express her hatred for someone so blatantly. His ex-wife really did bring out the worse in people but he didn't mind because his furious wife was appealing to him and her anger only seemed to be increasing. The savage look she had on her face was making him hard.
Realising that no words would calm his sherni down, Raman decided to do the next best thing that came to mind. He gave Ishita featherlight kisses on various parts of her face saying sweet nothings and soft words of apologies in between the kisses. "Sorry Madrasan, *kiss*Main *kiss* "sirf' *kiss* "tera hu *kiss* while Ishita tried her best to control her whirlpool of emotions but failed miserably.
Then, without warning, Ishita lunged her head forward, as much as her restricted hands allowed her to, to kiss her husband but she missed and her lips collided with his chin instead. Needless to say, Raman was pleasantly surprised. Ishita groaned and struggled to release her hands, and this time, it was so that she could put them on her husband. Raman willingly released Ishita and before he could react further, Ishita grabbed his face with both hands and crushed her lips onto Raman's forcing her tongue into his mouth, she was kissing him roughly, fiercely. Raman could feel the anger in the intensity of the kiss. Raman had to brace and stabilise himself as well as his Jhansi Ki Rani who seemed to have lost her senses as she raised one of her legs to hook it around Raman's waist depending on him to balance the both of them and keep them from falling as her arms went around his shoulders so that she could hoist herself up and rub her body against her Raavan Kumar's.
Ishita was faintly aware of her surroundings, she knew she was in the lobby and any of her family members or any of the guests could just walk in and see them in this state but her mind was too clouded with the thoughts of Shagun taking her man to bother about all of that, let Raman deal with it. All she was interested in right now was to feel her Raman and possess him. Ishita continued her attack on Raman's lips and mouth biting and sucking his lips, not allowing his tongue to dominate till she was breathless. Although she left Raman's mouth, her lips started sucking and kissing Raman's face while her hands travelled aimlessly on his chest, shoulders and upper back. But the thick fabric of Raman's Punjabi costume was preventing her from feeling him it was so stiff and thick and she wanted it off. Her hands then found the opening at the hard collar just below his Adam's apple and started tugging it trying to figure out what kind of button it was while Raman cradled his wife's butt with one hand and encircled his other arm around her waist to keep her upright. Raman could feel that his Jhansi Ki Rani was in full mood and would not be leaving him anytime soon. He also knew that he had to get out of the lobby before anyone walked in on them and found his supposedly decent wife literally climbing him so he removed his arm from around his Madrasan's waist and grabbed the underside of Ishita's thigh that was still outstreched and lifted it so that now both her legs were hooked around his waist. God knows what she was trying to do with his collar and Raman was having a hard time trying not to get distrated by his wife's rough and hard kisses as he concentrated on the task at hand: Getting them to their bedroom, safely. By the way his wife was practically attacking him and his exposed neck, Raman knew it was due to her anger and he knew better than to try and negotiate with her to walk up to their room so he had to do it all by himself. Although Raman was very well aware of the fact that he may have brought this upon himself in his confusion, he didn't even feel an inkling of guilt for making his Madrasan so mad. Finally after a lot of stumbling and the many pauses Raman had to take to regain his balance or take the support of the wall or pillar, Raman reached his bedroom he quickly turned the doorknob and entered using his back to slam the door shut. Even then, Ishita did not release her arms from Raman's neck and continued to tug roughly at the collar even scratching Raman in the process.
Observing that Ishita was showing no signs of letting go, Raman went straight to the bed and bent down to drop Ishita on the bed. Raman himself had to untangled Ishita's arms from around his neck to which she protested violently screaming and reaching up towards him only to have Raman shouting back,Ek minute suit utaarne do, but Ishita remained unfazed by his shouting and sat on her knees on the bed grabbing both Raman's shoulders and pushed him down on the bed. Raman managed to get out of his suit just in time. Raman, the hot blooded man that he was, knew where his wife's thoughts were leading to and and fell on the bed without a word of protest in his vest. Ishita promptly sat astride him and pressed her palms into his tummy as she adjusted her position so that she could feel the hardness in his pathani shalwar just where she wanted it earning a groan from Raman.
As Raman brought up his hands to hold Ishita's waist, Ishita snapped,Haath mat lagao mujhe, more than the threatening order, Ishita's glare made Raman retreat his hands and place them under his head.
He watched as Ishita slowly and deliberately removed her Duppata off her neck and folded it into half and then another half. Holding the folded ends she twisted the fabric a few times so that it resembled a thick rope. She then placed the twisted dupatta on Raman's neck which made his neck twist in an unnatural angle. This forced Raman to remove his hands from underneath his head and he knew better than to touch his wife remembering her earlier command. So his hands rested lamely on his side while his wife continued to assault him as she desired. Ishita didn't know exactly what she was going to do but right now, she wanted him underneath her, she wanted to own him for that was probably the only thing that would calm the storm of insecurity, jealousy and fustration that was going on inside her in full force.
"Bhot shouq hai na apni ex-wife ke saath taaluqaat bharane ki? Ishita's mood was murderous, her tone low and deadly but Raman was not scared one bit, in fact he was enjoying this fiery side of his Madrasan
"Ishita... Raman had no idea how to respond as he thought "What has gotten into her...itna ghussa?! Kahin rape karne ka iraada to nahi hai Jhansi Ki Rani ka?
Ishita then found herself looking at Raman's neck, made further accessible due to her makeshift rope. She targetted the area where his stubble ended and bit it, englufing as much of his skin as her mouth could accommodate. Raman hissed as Ishita sank her teeth into his flesh. She bit, licked and sucked and repeated until her lips got tired and tongue sore. She then sat back up and looked at her husband releasing her hold on the duppatta she grabbed his cheeks in between her thumb and three fingers and made him face her. Despite her tough and confident exterior, Ishita was in a dillema and took a moment to think about her next move.
Raman notice the slight look of confusion on his wife and decided to help her, "Madrasa.. only to have Ishita's plam covering his mouth firmly. She used her free hand and wagged her index finger in his face,Bilkul Chup Ishita commanded yet again. The slight movement caused her to become aware of the momentarily forgotten arousal below her. She could feel it through the fabric poking her at her opening. She then remembered how Raman used it during the times they made love and how at times he would have her moaning and begging at his mercy. But not today, today the high and mighty Raman Kumar Bhalla would be at Ishita Raman Kumar Bhalla's mercy. She then moved down slightly and strated working on the knot holding his silky silver shalwar together at his hips. But even that was beyond her, after a few failed attempts Ishita barked,Khol isse, which Raman did without hesitation. She then hooked her fingers on the band of his shalwar and pulling his boxer shorts down with it, she wriggled the pieces of clothes down his hips and moved herself forward to reach behind her and remove them entirely, she didn't want to get off him at any cost. Ishita then moved back to settle her bum on Raman's thigh as she brought her legs forward in order to facilitate removing her own Shalwar. Thank God for punjabi suits. She then went back into her position and straddled him. Ishita lifted her hips and bunched up her kameez at her waist while she position herself above Raman's impressive arousal. She tried to bring it to her own opening a task almost impossible for her for she had no idea how this was done in real life other than the graphic images her medical education gave her.
Raman gently touched her hip and guided her a little after which Ishita managed to accomplish the task at hand and roughly slapped Raman's hand away. One had clutching her bunched up kameez at her wait and the other palm pressed down on Raman's tummy to brace herself, Ishita pressed her hips down with as much strength and power as her body possessed. Ishita winced at the slight discomfort but forgot about it when she heard her Raavan Kumar's shallow scream. Ishita had started moving slowly above Raman and all Raman Kumar Bhalla did was to push his head back and groan.
"Kaisa lag raha hai apni current biwi ke neeche aise? It took Ishita a lot of her inner strength to come up with a sarcastic and mocking tone in the situation that she was in.
"Zabardast, go faster Madrasan, Raman whispered.
Thoroughly aroused herself, Ishita obliged and increased her speed. Ishita's feelings of anger and jealousy were slowly getting replaced by feelings of satisfaction and lust as she enjoyed the tortured look on her husband's face. Ishita realised that if she bent forward the most delicious shivers ran down her spine. Raman attempted to lift his hips and grab Ishita's waist only to have Ishita screaming,Don't touch me! Raman muttered a swear word and grabbed the sheets instead, pulling them. Ishita smirked. That was exactly what she did a few nights ago when she felt vulnerable and not in control (Our dear Ishita convieniently ignored how much pleasure it gave her which was the primary reason why she grabbed and pulled on the sheets in the first place).
Seeing her Raavan Kumar underneath her like that so vulnerable and bare was doing things to Ishita. She felt little currents all over her body and was overcome with love for her husband, the feeling came with such a fierce force that she bent forward and crushed her lips to his, forcing her tongue into his mouth. She briefly tasted the roof of his mouth and sat up again looking at him. by now her hip movements have slowed down and Raman was still as hard as rock. Raman has never seen Ishita look more beautiful. Her cheeks were red, hair all over the place with strands falling out of her braid and her lips were red as blood and swollen.
Annoyed with her kameez, crossed her arms diagonally and grabbed the hem of her kameez, swiftly pulling it off herself while Raman watched, his eyes darkened with desire. Ishita had no idea what she was doing to him. but even Ishita was not done yet.
She grabbed Raman's vest at his chest and ordered, "Aap sirf mere ho,
"Main sirf tera hu, Raman repeated in agreement.
"Aaj ke baad Shagun ke kareeb nahi dikhoge, Ishita continued in the same threatening tone, as she started making small circles with her hips.
"Nahi Jaan, nahi dikhunga, Raman breathed out.
"Sirf mujh se pyar karoge, Ishita continued and gave Raman's chest a nudge with her fist in which she had his vest tightly clutched,
"Sirf tum Pagal Madrasan, I love you, Raman whispered while Ishita smirked feeling victorious.
With her hand that had Raman's vest in her fist she pushed him up while she herself bent down to give him long deep passionate kiss. She felt heat spreading at the pit of her tummy and felt herself shaking. By then Raman had taken control and had grabbed either sides of Ishita's hips tightly while he continued thrusting himself up into his wife hard and fast. Ishita felt the familiar surge of ecstacy as she threw her head back and screamed in abandon. After the moment of immense pleasure, Ishita had to take another moment to rest on top of her husband and take a few deep breaths. Once she felt some composure back in her blissful being, she rolled on her side, the familiar energy still flowing through her veins. She was proud of herself for her performance and claiming her husband but soon felt slightly disappointed when she saw Raman's smug expression as he hovered over her on one elbow.
"Ye Raavan Kumar zara si bhi nahi badlega, itna sab kuch karne ke baad bhi zara si bhi remorse nahi dikh rahi iss ke chehre pe, Ishita thought slightly annoyed but at the same time, she admired his handsome face and dishevelled thick hair with some locks falling down his forehead. However, even the slight annoyance disappeared after what her Raavan Kumar did next.
Overwhelmed by his emotions of pure love and affection for his Pagal Madrasan, Raman bent down and gave Ishita a gentle lingering kiss on her forehead while he tenderly removed stray strands of hair from her face. He then moved down and did the same on both of Ishita's eyes followed by her nose and cheeks and other parts of her face not leaving any spot unkissed. Finally Raman advanced towards his wife's lips. "Bhot pyar karta hu tum se, meri jaan hai tujh pagal Madrasan, sirf tum se pyar karta hu, Raman said whispered huskily against Ishita's lips and firmly placed his lips atop hers leisurely sucking on each lip and then gently nudging his tongue in.
That night Raman expressed his love to his wife physically, leisurely worshipping her body and pleasuring her. The family function and everything else conveniently forgotten for a while as Raman tenderly resssured his wife of his love for her.
Looking forward to your feedback!
Edited by LoveMJ - 8 years ago
Hindi TV Shows
Bade Achhe Lagte Hain
