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"Ishita bas, Raman comforted as he unscrewed the bottle cap from the mineral water bottle he retrieved from the car and brought it near his wife's mouth urging her to take a sip.

But Ishita was inconsolable, "I am dirty Raman, main gandi ho gayi hu,

"Nahi Ishita, please aisa mat socho, main hu na yahaan ab koi nahi aayega, As much as Raman was fuming he knew he had to control himself for the sake of his wife.

Raman then gently led Ishita to the car and strapped her up in the passenger seat. He pressed his lips to her warm forehead, giving her a reassuring kiss but sighed sadly as he saw tears streaming down her face. His heart broke into a million pieces watching his wife whom he has grown to love immensely in so much pain. Disappointed with himself for not being able to protect his wife's modesty, Raman made a silent promise then and there to honour and protect his wife for as long as he shall live.

Raman quickly got into the driver's seat and drove home as fast as he could, one hand holding on to Ishita's tightly the whole time, occasionally kissing her knuckles and pressing it to his heart. When they reached their housing compound, Raman had to personally go over to the passenger seat and bring Ishita out of the car, into their bedroom. The whole time Ishita buried half her face into Raman's chest.

Raman was unsure of himself, he was in a dilemma. Should he do what his heart was telling him to do or should he just behave in the formal way they have been behaving with each other till now? It was at that exact moment when his eyes met Ishita's tearful ones. What he saw in them made the decision much easier.

He shall follow his heart.

This is his wife, his responsibility and most importantly, the woman he loved. She needed him today, she needed his love and tenderness today and he was going to give it to her in abundance.

"Ishita bas, Raman gently engulfed Ishita's hands that she rubbed and scratched against her arm where one of the men had grabbed her. That area had become red and even had thin lines of blood where her nails tore the skin. Raman then firmly held her arm and gently rubbed his thumb over the reddened area on her skin. Without hesitation, he bent his head and kissed the area gently.

"Raman... Raman heard Ishita mumbling his name in a small voice.

He straightened up and cupped Ishita's tear-stricken face and brought his face closer to her, willing her to look into his eyes.

"Ishita, meri taraf dekho, Raman requested, "Please? he urged gently when Ishita continued to look down.

Ishita then brought up her gaze and looked into her husband's eyes for the first time that night under her wet lashes.

"I am sorry Ishita, aap ki hifazat main nahi kar paaya jo mera farz hai. Lekin abhi aap ko darne ki koi zaroorat nahi hai na hi koi afsoos manane ki zaroorat hai. Main aap ka pati hu aap ko chune ka haq sirf mera hai aur main ye haq kabhi kissi ko nahi dunga. Main aap se waada karta hu ke humesha aap ki hifazat karunga, Raman gently reassured his wife.

Already an emotional wreck, Ishita became even more emotional hearing Raman's soothing words.

Raman observed that his words have had an effect on Ishita and she no longer seemed disturbed and fearful, just sad and worn out. He decided that she needed some rest. Raman gave Ishita a once over and noticed that her sari had gotten really dirty, the previously pure white net sari had dirt on it and had browned slightly.

"Chalo ab kapre change karo, Raman gently nudged Ishita towards the wardrobe. Ishita half-heartedly walked towards the cupboard to retrieve her nightwear but her arms felt really heavy and she didn't have the motivation to move. All she wanted to do was to lie down. She rested her forehead on the cupboard door for a moment and closed her eyes only to have frightening images of her ordeal earlier that night replaying in her mind. She specifically remembered how a man grabbed her and how she was no match for him. If Mani did not come on time, that dirty man would have done much more, that too, in full view of all the others that were there. Fresh tears rolled down Ishita's cheeks following the trail her dried up tears left. She had never felt so impure and humiliated in her life.

Raman watched Ishita's back and knew she had started crying and she had started to obsessively rub her arms again. Raman felt a lot of things - angry, helpless, upset and even a tinge of jealousy as Ishita remembered the unknown man's touch but not the kiss he gave her earlier on that exact spot. But more than anything else, right now, he wanted Ishita to forget what happened in the past few hours and wanted to transform this into a night to remember for all good reasons. Moreover, observing the lack of energy from his wife, he knew she needed his help. Maybe this is how they were destined to move forward in their relationship.

Raman walked over to Ishita and hugged her tightly from behind giving her a soft kiss on the bare part of her shoulder. He then released her and turned her around holding on to her shoulders.

He gently removed stray strands of hair from Ishita's face which had gotten stuck to her cheeks due to her tears and kissed her tears away. His hand then travelled down to her collarbone, caressing her soft skin. Reaching towards the back of her shoulder where her Pallu' was pinned to her off-shoulder blouse, he started working it to undo it, only to have Ishita look up at him in horror and jerk him away. But Raman was determined, he knew his wife needed love and affection and he was indeed expecting her to misunderstand his gesture. He went forward and engulfed Ishita in a bear hug where Ishita struggled against his chest.

"NO! CHORIYE! Ishita protested.

"Shh Ishita bas...shh Raman continued hugging her tightly and waited for her to get tired and become still, which she did after about half a minute, her fist loosening and spreading themselves on Raman's chest.

"Raman I am dirty now, Raman... Ishita mumbled unintelligible words into Raman's chest as she sobbed.

"You are not dirty Ishita, meri biwi ho tum, what is wrong with you?! Unn ki harkaton ko itna importance na do. Main hu na yahaan pe. Please let me take care of you? Please? Raman consoled Ishita, almost pleading to her.

When Raman felt Ishita nod slightly against his chest, he loosened his arm from around her and brought it up to the pin behind her shoulder and proceeded to undo it, as he gave soft kisses on her shoulder yet again. He was determined to eradicate all thoughts and memory of what those men did to Ishita and replace them with memories Ishita could smile about.

Once the pin was undone, Raman left the Pallu' across her chest, mindful of not exposing her too much for he knew she would be uncomfortable. Leaving the unpinned Pallu' to cover his wife's chest and tummy, Raman knelt down on his knees and worked on the folds and pins and petticoat down there. When those were successfully undone, he held on to them and got up to stand really close to Ishita to cover her before releasing the garments and letting them all fall onto the ground at once, leaving her in her blouse and panty.

When Ishita felt her clothes coming off her all at once, she gasped and hid her face in Raman's chest to hide herself from him. Even in that situation, Ishita noticed the irony. Raman started undoing the three little hooks holding Ishita's blouse together and gently dragged the 2 ends towards the front to remove it, loosening the hug in the process and leaving Ishita only in her undergarments.

He snaked one of his arms around Ishita's bare waist and drew her closer to himself while he opened the wardrobe behind her to get a bathrobe which he put on her himself.

"Raman...ye kya... an unsure Ishita started enquiring as she was finally starting to get over her ordeal and was coming to terms with her current state.

"Mujh pe bharosa hai na? Raman asked to which Ishita nodded looking up at him with her wide eyes.

"Then relax na Madrasan, Raman attempted to lighten the mood a little using her nickname for the first time that night.

He carried Ishita and walked over to the door and gently instructed her to open the doorknob which she did without hesitation. It was already the middle of the night and the house was dark and quiet. Raman entered the bathroom and put Ishita down after which he switched on the vanity light instead of the main one mindful of the fact that he has never seen Ishita naked before and she may not be comfortable with him in that department yet.

Raman then undid the bathrobe which led to Ishita bringing her hands up and crossing them over her chest. He let her keep her hands there. Standing really close to her he glanced down at her hip and hooked his fingers into the band of her black lace underwear and for the first time that night Raman felt his resolve weakening. Till now he was controlling himself, refusing to allow the hot-blooded man in him to influence his thoughts and actions but the black lace hugging his wife's white thighs awakened that man.

As for Ishita, she had forgotten all about the party, those unknown men for she had even bigger things to think about right now as she stood in the semi-dark bathroom, almost naked in front of her fully clothed husband. Here, her husband had practically undressed her and yet showed not even an inkling of desire. Yes, he was loving and affectionate but wasn't he smittened by her before she left for the party? He liked the way she looked, didn't he? Was it because of those men, is Raman disgusted by me? All these thoughts disturbed Ishita while Raman tried his best to keep his thoughts in check giving himself pep talks after pep talks about how he should be more sensitive and put Ishita's needs before his. After giving himself the much-needed encouragement and moral support Raman used both his hands and gently wriggled the lacy garment down her hips and let it fall onto the ground while Ishita shut her eyes, feeling all kinds of things and to avoid Raman's gaze as seeing his lack of desire evidently in his eyes would just crush her already rapidly decreasing confidence level.

Raman felt his heartbeat increase and colour rise to his cheeks. This is bad. His wife was driving him crazy. He could have just made her change her clothes, what the hell was he thinking to give her a bath, what good would it do anyways. Raman reminded himself that this bath was to remove the remnants of those men's dirty gazes and touch which has been haunting Ishita since she left the place and willed himself to get it over and done with like a gentleman.

He looked up at Ishita and found that she had shut her eyes, her hands were still across her chest. Raman's breaths were uneven, he felt like a teenager getting all excited about breasts. But then again, this is not anyone's breasts, this is his wife, his oh so sexy voluptuous wife whom he loved and desired. He looked up at the heavens thinking about what he must have done to have to go through such torture. Raman used both of his arms and firmly grabbed both Ishita's wrists to remove her arms from across her chest and the sight of an impressive cleavage in between more black lace did it for Raman. He was a goner as he felt his pants tightening. He didn't want to betray Ishita, he would not be able to bear the guilt of it. Still holding on to Ishita's wrists, Raman brought her closer and joined his forehead with hers, "I am sorry Ishita, bhot khoobsurat ho tum. Raman whispered miserably.

Ishita was pleasantly surprised as his words sunk in and she finally understood what he had been trying to do and what he was apologizing for. At that moment Ishita did not know how to respond or what she wanted and prayed that Raman would just take the lead and make the decisions, which he did.

He gave Ishita a loose hug and unhooked her bra, caressing her shoulder as he pulled the straps away and off her. He gave himself the privilege of admiring his wife's breasts for a while before he got started with the task at hand giving his sexy but currently vulnerable wife a bath which was meant to do her some good but he didn't consider the repercussions he had to face as a result of this. Raman quickly gathered Ishita's hair and tied it into a haphazard bun on the top of her head.

Raman then folded his sleeves and opened the tap allowing the water to pour into a bucket, without waiting for the bucket to be filled, Raman started scooping the water and slowly poured it over Ishita. Once he was sure that Ishita was thoroughly wet (pun not intended), Raman took a deep breath to brace himself for what he was supposed to do next. He grabbed a small towel and squeezed a small amount of body wash on it. Lathered up and started scrubbing his wife, starting from her back only briefly running the towel over her ample bottom for he did not trust himself neither could he bear more torture.

As for Ishita, all thoughts of the party incident forgotten, all that was on her mind was Raman. Raman undressing her. Raman carrying her to the bathroom. Raman giving her a bath. She was aware that the wetness between her legs had nothing to do with the water that Raman had poured over her and everything to do with Raman who was done with her back and chest area and now moving south. What if he found out?

When it was time to do the lower part of Ishita's body, Raman went on his knees ignoring how the water from the wet floor was seeping into his pants through the knee area. He ran the towel on the outside of both of Ishita's legs and then proceeded to do her inner thighs and that's when he felt it, the area there seemed to be extra slippery and the liquid a little thicker than usual. Unable to help himself, Raman used his bare fingers and lightly ran it over Ishita's nether regions and his suspicions were confirmed. Previously he ignored, or rather, tried his best to ignore Ishita's perked up nipples thinking that it was probably due to the cold but this? Could it be that his wife was aroused? Or was it just a natural reaction of the human body. He looked up to find Ishita looking right back at him, her eyes mirroring the desire he had in his. He got back on his feet and before he could straighten up, Ishita threw her arms around him, not caring about the soap on her body or the fact that his formal shirt and pants were getting wet because of her. More than anything else, she was embarrassed and was not ready to face her husband. Raman groaned, as it is the semi-darkness had heightened his other senses and Ishita's wet body against his was not helping. He was still as hard as rock. Nevertheless, he did not hold himself back and brought his arms around his wife aimlessly feeling her back and only very briefly grabbed her butt. He did not want to scare her.

With that thought in mind, he abruptly broke the hug and poured the remaining water to wash off the soap that still covered her body. He briefly dried her up with a towel looking away as he did so and trying his best not to feel her lushness. But Ishita had other thoughts in mind.

Raman wrapped Ishita in the bathrobe and carried her back into the bedroom where he gently placed her on the bed and gave her a lingering kiss on her forehead followed by a reassuring smile. Ishita just held on to Raman's wrist firmly and looked into his eyes trying to tell him not to go.

"Raman mat jao please, Ishita pleaded.

"Kapre badlane hain dekho geele ho gaye hain na, Raman gently responded. When he saw Ishita's disturbed look, he sighed and said, "Yahi badlaounga apne kapre, as he abandoned his plans of relieving himself and easing the tightness in his pants.

Ishita gave a slight nod and looked the other way as Raman changed out of his wet clothes into a sky-blue shirt and white pants.

He then caressed Ishita's forehead and smiled at her one last time before walking over to the couch. As much as he wanted to be there for his wife and join her in bed, he knew his intentions would falter especially after knowing how she looked underneath all the clothes she wore. Ishita was disturbed and frustrated, she wanted Raman to be near her, why did he have to go to the couch?! Ishita thought hard for a scheme that would lead to him coming to her and prayed hard for something to happen. But 20 minutes passed and nothing. She had hoped a thunder would be heard so that she can make an excuse to be scared and ask Raman to sleep with her but even that didn't happen. 30 minutes passed. Ishita knew Raman wasn't asleep for he was tossing and turning. Unable to sleep, Ishita's mind started coming up with all kinds of reasons why Raman did not join her in bed. He is probably disgusted by me...maybe that is why he bathed me, because I was dirty...

Meanwhile Raman was uncomfortable. He needed release. He kept thinking about what happened in the bathroom about how his wife looked. About half an hour must have passed, surely Ishita should be asleep by now. Raman swiftly got up from the couch and went into the bathroom to relieve himself of the tension in his pants while his perverted mind replayed whatever happened in the bathroom. The way her butt and breasts jiggled at the slightest movement. As much as he was ashamed of himself, he could no longer help it. After he realized he had grown to love the Madrasan that he married for the sake of his daughter everything else that belonged to her tormented him. He wanted to be close to her, he wanted to sleep beside her, hear her soft snores and today when he saw her in that net sari, he wanted to kiss her senseless not only on her lips but on that belly button too which seemed to be teasing him through the white net. But then when he saw how she was being treated by those men he felt nothing but anger and remorse at himself for not being able to protect her. He wanted to kill that man with his bare hands. Did he really deserve Ishita?

Once Raman completed what he needed to do, he washed up and went back to his bedroom, to find Ishita wide awake. She was staring out of the window but turned to him as he walked in.

"Ishita, kya huwa? Soyi nahi abhi tak? Raman asked as he walked towards the bedside.

"Raman, main... Ishita started unsure of how she should convey her feelings to him as she sat up.

Raman sat on the bed facing her, he placed his hands atop hers and gently encouraged, Ishita, batao kya baat hai?

Ishita just looked down and asked sadly, her voice low,Aap ko mujh se ghin aati hai?

Raman was dumbfounded. Why would she think like that after all that he did? "Dimaag kharab hai kya? Kya bol rahi ho tum, mujhe kyu ghin aayegi?! Raman asked, losing his patience bit by bit.

"Kyunke wo mard... Ishita responded softly.

"ISHITA BAS Raman raised his voice slightly and shut her up. "Ek baat kaan khol se sun lo aur apne dimaag mein daalo, mujhe koi ghin nahi aati tum se na kabhi aayegi chahe kuch bhi ho jaye.

"To phir aap ne mujhe nehlaya kyu? Aur uss ke baad wahaan kyu gaye sone? Ishita asked again, finally looking up at him and gesturing towards the couch.

"Ishita tum disturbed thi baar baar apne haathon ko mal rahi thi, dekho kitna laal ho gaya hai khoon tak nikla tha jo lambe lambe nakhoon rakhti ho, Raman explained as he grabbed Ishita's arm and pulled up the three-quarter sleeve of her bathrobe to reveal the redness on her arm where the man grabbed her. Raman sighed at continued,Main bas chahta tha ke tum refreshed ho jao aur wo sab ke baare mein sochna band kardo, tumhe to ye tak bhi yaad nahi hoga ke main ne tum ko wahin pe kiss kiya lekin uss kamine ka pakrna zaroor yaad tha na Madrasan. Raman snapped.

Ishita was surprised, was he jealous? "Raman... Ishita did not know what to say.

"Haan bol na Madrasan, wo tumhare patti se zyada zaroori hai?! Raman asked, cleverly turning the conversation into a new direction.

Ishita fell for his trap and responded, acha theek hai fine, lekin aap couch pe kyu sone chale gaye the phir, yahaan bed pe kyu nahi? Ishita was adamant, she wanted to know.

Raman was tired of pretending and trying to hide his feelings. The events of the day had started to take a toll on his emotional state. Moreover, it was obvious that even Ishita had started to like him or even love him and her annoyance at him not sharing her bed was a testament to that. However, Raman wanted their confession and their first time to be special. Not when they both were emotionally worn out like this.

Raman took a deep breath. "Ishita, main tumhe chahne laga hu, aur tum bhot khoobsurat ho, iss liye That was the only thing an embarrassed Raman could muster. He did know how to explain to his wife that he was so turned on by her that it hurt. That he did not trust himself to behave like a gentleman after seeing her like that. That his love towards her was making him notice the woman that she is. That he wanted to ravish her there and then.

An annoyed Ishita just frowned and got on her knees on the bed to tower above Raman who was seated with his head bent. Ishita's sudden movement made him look up at her and the first thing he noticed was that the bathrobe was loosening up and exposing more of her chest.

"What?! Ye kya waja huwi mujhe kuch samajh mein nahi aa raha, bol na ghin aati hai aap ko mujh se. It's because you are disgusted by me isn't it. It is because I am disgusting right. Say it Raman say it. Ishita's outburst coupled with the view of her exposed skin frustrated Raman to his very core and he too abruptly sat on his knees on the bed to be at level with Ishita and grabbed her shoulders roughly. "NO! IT'S BECAUSE YOU ARE SO GODAMN SEXY, NAHI CONTROL KAR PAATA AGAR AAP KE KAREEB HOTA TO, Raman shouted into Ishita's face.

All Ishita could do was to stare at him with, her eyes wide, surprised at the confession.

As Raman looked into Ishita's wide eyes he realised what he had said and started stuttering, "so-so-sorry wo black l-l-lace aur...I am sorry Ishita, a defeated and guilty Raman gave up and looked down still holding on to Ishita's shoulders.

For the first time since the incident, Ishita smiled. A wide smile as she looked at her husband's bent head, his words ringing in her ears. He thinks I am sexy, my Raavan Kumar thinks I am sexy. Ishita could not be happier. She cupped Raman's face and made him look up. As they gazed into each other's eyes, they started coming closer to each other until finally Ishita closed her eyes and felt her lips touching Raman's.

Then, abruptly Raman pulled away holding Ishita's wrists, looked away and said,Nahi aise nahi,

"Urghhh, Ishita groaned in frustration and annoyance. She paid no heed to Raman's words and grabbed his collar pulling him towards her and crushing her lips to his without any idea of how to kiss on the lips since she had never done it before and only saw the act in movies. It only took a second before Raman responded and took over, his hands travelling and feeling Ishita's back over the bathrobe. Even as he kissed his wife vigorously, he was well aware that Ishita is a virgin and he just had to be very gentle and careful with her the first time and he so badly wanted it to be special for her. Tonight, he was going to keep his pants on no matter what they did. It couldn't be that challenging since he did manage to control himself while Ishita was all naked and wet in the bathroom and besides, he already had his release. Even so, Raman gave himself the privilege of going down to Ishita's neck and shoulder where he hurriedly tried to taste all of the skin there. Ishita just reveled in the attention her neck was getting from her Raavan Kumar's lips as she threw her head back to give him easier access, her hands feeling Raman's back. Raman then pushed Ishita to fall back on the bed with him on top of her. His head still buried in her neck where he continued to kiss and nip at her soft skin, Raman's hands travelled down the side of Ishita's body over the bathrobe feeling her, squeezing her breasts. He then tucked his arm underneath her and grabbing her waist firmly, rolled over so that Ishita was on top.

Ishita had no idea what was happening to her. All she knew was that she was liking this. She liked Raman's weight on top of her. She liked this impatient side of him, how he was touching her and grabbing her everywhere. She liked the rough feel of his beard against her own smooth skin. His arms felt good around her and he smelled wonderful and manly. Ishita could feel heat in the pit of her stomach, the muscles in her body contracting and blood rushing in her veins. When Raman rolled over, his hand immediately raised the bathrobe from her thighs to grab and squeeze her butt. Ishita gasped into Raman's ears as he continued kneading the soft flesh. He then did the same to Ishita's breasts, one hand on each breast after he used his hands to pry open the bathrobe at the opening, keeping the knot intact and exposing just her breasts. Ishita wanted to feel Raman and ran her hands aimlessly on his chest but Raman stopped her every time she tried and forced her to put them around his shoulders instead, paying no heed to her pleading requests and hoisting her up. As it is he was having a hard time staying within the self-imposed limits and if Ishita touched him he might just break the promise he made to himself.

Ishita had to take the support of the headboard and the wall above their bed as one of her hands gripped the edge of the headboard and the other palm was pressed against the wall. She looked down just as Raman dived headfirst into the space between her breasts burying his head there kissing, biting and sucking her skin as he used his hands to squeeze her breasts against the sides of his head. After which he nudged Ishita's left nipple with his nose before grabbing it gently between his teeth and sucking on it gently at first and then getting rougher, earning him a guttural moan from Ishita. His hands then travelled down Ishita's back as he cupped her bottom and drew her closer so that he could feel her womanhood which to his amusement, was dripping wet, leaving little damp circles where it came into contact with his clothing. He slowly rubbed it careful not to penetrate. He swore under his breath against Ishita's breasts as he reminded himself that this should not go further than an intense make-out session.

Ishita's heartbeats were getting faster by the minute, if not for her medical education, she was almost sure that she would explode. Raman was doing unimaginable things to her, touching her in places no one has touched her before which gave her all kinds of sensations, pleasure being the primary one but soon, she started to panic, she didn't want the feeling to end yet her body was screaming for release. She called out to Raman in a tone of voice that sounded a little uncertain and scared yet impatient. Raman looked up at Ishita's tortured expression and realised what she was going through.

"Ishita, relax, hone do, Raman breathed out and as soon as he said that, Ishita let herself go in the safety of Raman's arms crying out his name as waves of pleasure rocked her. When Raman felt Ishita's body go limp in his arms, he gently laid her down.

"Wo kya tha? a flushed Ishita asked, whispering, when her breathing got back to normal.

Raman sat on the bed beside her and started straightening out her bathrobe. "Orgasm, Raman whispered back as he covered Ishita's chest pulling either sides of the bathrobe to overlap.

Ishita looked at her husband confused while Raman continued his task of straightening out his wife's bathrobe a small smile playing on his lips.

"Lekin hum ne to wo nahi kiya, Ishita couldn't help herself from asking.

"Janta hun, Raman replied as he started working on the knot. "Lekin kabhi kabar aisa hota hai, he continued, looking down at the knot and tying it. "Because I am that good, Raman huskily whispered as he secured the final knot and finally looked at Ishita bringing his face closer to hers and gave her a wink and a soft kiss on her lips.

Ishita was blushing profusely, she was so embarrassed and started looking away. "Kyu Madrasan? Control nahi ho raha tha na, main itna hot jo hun, Raman teased mercilessly as he caressed her reddened face removing stray strands of hair in the process.

As much as she wanted to give him an equally teasing reply, the proximity of her Raavan Kumar and his breaths on her face had got her tongue-tied. But Raman was not done, he placed a finger underneath Ishita's chin and forced her to look up at him, and when she did, he raised his eyebrows silently questioning her "kya? Bolti band ho gayi?.

Ishita just looked away bashfully, "kya Raman aap bhi, she whispered.

"Eh Madrasan, tum theek ho na? Raman asked gently in a serious tone.

In response Ishita just threw her arms around Raman's neck and pressed her head into his shoulder.

"Thank you Raavan Kumar, Ishita said, smiling into his shoulder.

Raman smiled in response and made Ishita face him as he hovered over her, propped up on an elbow "thank you nahi, kuch aur bolo Madrasan.

A bashful Ishita just looked down and asked softly, kya? although she was fully aware of what her husband wanted to hear.

Raman just chuckled as he adjusted the pillows underneath Ishita and bent down to gently kiss her all over her face. "So jaa Jhansi Ki Rani aur zara mujhe bhi sone de, bhot thaka diya hai mujhe apni hawas poori karne ke liye.

Ishita was mortified as her eyes widened to their maximum and her mouth formed a perfect "O. She looked at her husband who again got busy with the pillows beneath her head in disbelief. Once Raman was done arranging the pillows, he continued to ignore Ishita's expression and settled himself comfortably, putting his head on her chest and one of his legs thrown across her knees, his arms hugging her like she was a bolster. He was careful not to put too much of his weight on her. It took about ten minutes for Ishita to recover from the accusation her husband so casually threw at her that she was lusting after him?! Okay, maybe it was true but wasn't he lusting after her too?! This Raavan Kumar is such a devil Ishita thought as she looked down at Raman, his head facing the side against her chest a small content smile playing on his lips. He looked so cute like a baby sleeping on top of her like that.

Ishita just placed her arms around him and with the comfortable feel of Raman's weight on top of her, she fell into a blissful slumber with images of Raman kissing her just a while ago playing in her mind.

Raman woke up in the wee hours of the morning due to the urgent need of using the bathroom. A disoriented Raman was surprised to find himself sprawled on top of his wife who was clad in nothing but his bathrobe which seemed to be haphazardly wrapped around her. As if on que, the events of the night replayed itself in his mind and he smiled at how his wife initiated their first lip-lock and how innocent she was that she did not even realise she was having her first ever orgasm that too without any penetration. Raman was so satisfied with himself and beyond happy for the night which seemed to be the worse night of their lives turned into one of the most memorable and dare he say passionate night of their lives. He ran his hand through his hair and looked at Ishita's sleeping form.

He loved her. He loved the woman sleeping like a child on his bed in his bathrobe. He loved his wife.

Raman was elated. he had never felt happier. He looked at Ishita's chubby cheek and could not help himself as he bent down and gave her a hard, loud sloppy kiss there. Which cause Ishita to frown and mumble in annoyance turning to the other side. Raman chuckled as he thought of how cute his wife was and got off the bed to clear his bladder which seemed to be on the verge of exploding.

The first thing he noticed when he switched on the light of the bathroom was Ishita's black lacy undergarments hanging on the towel rail. He never felt more relieved at having to wake up in the middle of the night for the toilet as this was a shared bathroom and if any of his family members were to use it before him they would see his wife's most intimate clothing hanging shamelessly. He quickly grabbed the sinful set of bra and panty and proceeded to do his business clutching the black lace in his palms. These things were so sexy. He wanted to see her in them again and started imagining what could have had happened in happier circumstances. He could have kissed her senseless. He could have ravished her wet body under the shower there and then. Now he just couldn't wait to consummate his marriage with his Jhansi Ki Rani and try all sort of things with her. Screw special every day since they fell in love have been special. Every single moment. He went back into his room and casually threw the black lace on the bed, on top of their blanket and got under the covers to join his wife. This time, he placed Ishita's head on his chest and engulfed her in his arms, tucking the blanket nicely around them. Giving a few light kisses on Ishita's forehead, Raman fell asleep.

The next morning, Raman felt some movement on his chest which caused him to wake up. He looked down to find that Ishita had stirred in her sleep and was now lying on her back with and yet again her bathrobe was doing its peeping game. This time Raman did not care to be a gentleman or a saint. He tilted his head abit to get the full view of one rounded breast and a cute dark nipple. He used his leg to slowly slide the blanket off his wife and propped up on one elbow. Resting his cheek in his palm, Raman eyed her bathrobe clad body. The bathrobe had separated at the front only held together by the knot and he was having an unobstructed view of her long thick legs. Without hesitation, Raman pulled one end of the fabric belt and undid the knot, exposing the entire front of his sleeping wife, ignoring the saint in him who was chiding the pervert in him. He gently ran his fingers over her soft skin starting from her collarbone, grazing his thumb over his wife's pebbled nipple which he so wanted to lick and down to her navel looking up at her face hoping she would wake up, simultaneously admiring her naked form.

"Mmm Raman, a drowsy Ishita moaned smiling, her eyes still closed. Raman lovingly cupped her face and whispered, "Good morning Mrs Raman Bhalla, before pressing his lips against hers firmly. At first Ishita felt like she was dreaming but when she felt something hard rubbing against her bare nipple to the point where it started to hurt not in the pleasing manner she realised it was Raman's button from the cuffs of his sky blue shirt pressing into it and finally opened her eyes to confirm and found her very own Raavan Kumar's face gazing down at her eyes full of pure love and affection so much so that she felt that she was going to melt right there and then, on top of that he was holding her face so gently. Life could not get any better.

"Ab aap se durr nahi raha jaata Madrasan, Raman whispered and swiftly got out of bed to draw the curtains close. In the commotion the night before, they had forgotten about the curtains. He then went to their bedroom door and locked it. When Raman got out of bed, Ishita realised the state she was in, she was stark naked and the way the bathrobe was sprawled on either side of her clearly indicated that Raman had deliberately opened it up. In that moment itself she decided that her husband was one hell of a devil full of lust and...she loved it. On reflex, Ishita sat up and grabbed either sides of the bathrobe to cover herself up, tightly hugging the bathrobe around her and bringing her knees up to her chest. She was embarrassed to find her black lace panty lying flattened where Raavan Kumar was sleeping on top of it and the bra was at the foot of the bed on top of the blanket. Even her clothes were on the floor near the cupboard like it was the most natural thing in the world. She finally felt like she was living the perfect married life that she so wanted after watching her Bala Jeeju and Vandu Akka. The way he was locking the door and moving towards her made Ishita realise what was going to happen to her on what is supposed to be a normal morning in the Bhalla household. Didn't such things usually happen at night?! Nevertheless, Ishita was nervous and excited at the same time, how would it feel? but what about breakfast and Ruhi?!

When Raman saw Ishita's changing expressions he guessed what she might be thinking about and said,Aaj Saturday hai, saare late uthenge,

"Raman ye app kya... Ishita started stuttering as Raman came closer to the bed. Her heart started beating in anticipation.

Hes got on the bed and started crawling towards her like a predator purposely donning his most dangerous expression to mess with his innocent firecracker wife. And it worked. Ishita started to move backwards and she looked like a deer caught in headlights. Finally, her back reached the headboard and Raman could no longer hold his laughter in and laughed heartily at the sight of his bheegi billi.

When Ishita found Raman laughing, she frowned and muttered, Kya Raman aap bhi, and started to get off the bed still holding on to the bathrobe only to be stopped by Raman.

"Eh Bheegi Billi, kahaan jaa rahi hai, he asked.

"Main nahane aur saaron ke liye Neelu ke saath nashta tayar karne, Ishita replied back looking straight into his eyes.

"Aur aap ko jaane kon de raha hai Mohtarma? Raman asked raising an eyebrow.

"Raman please, ab ho gaya na mazak abhi Ruhi uth jayegi aur Ananya, Mummy-jee... Ishita started rambling.

Chup, Raman cut her off, "aur kon keh raha hai main mazak kar raha tha haan? Raman asked huskily and looked down at her fists holding on to the bathrobe.

"Raman... Ishita did not know what to say or expect, all she knew was her heartbeats were increasing and her breathing was getting uneven as Raman started coming closer towards her. Without attempting to free the bathrobe from her clutch he nuzzled her neck and made her lie down. Ishita half-heartedly tried to push him away with her hands on his chest but Raman caught them and intertwined his fingers with hers pinning both her hands on either sides her head causing her chest to thrust up a little while the bathrobe slipped away to the side, her erect nipples slightly grazing Raman's clothed chest. Raman did not apply much force and Ishita managed to wriggle her hands out of Raman's grip and clutched the front of his shirt instead waiting for his next move. Raman gently cupped Ishita's face with one hand and supported himself with the other, not putting any of his weight on her. He gave her a lingering kiss on her forehead and advanced towards her lips. Ishita was squirming under the tenderness of her usually rowdy husband and turned her face to the side so Raman kissed her blushing cheek instead. He then made Ishita face him and ran his thumb over Ishita's upper lips followed by her lower ones staring at them while Ishita bashfully gazed at her husband. As Raman bent down Ishita closed her eyes to feel Raman's warm wet tongue following the trail of his thumb after which he gently nudged his tongue into her mouth while she let out a small pleasurable moan into his. His hand that was previously cupping her face now trailed down to engulf her breast which he gently massaged as his tongue leisurely tasted Ishita's mouth. This was nothing like last night. This morning he was treating her like a fragile doll and showering her with love and tenderness with his every touch, look or kiss. Raman decided to leave his wild ideas for later and reached down between his wife's legs finding her core wet. He slowly separated her thighs with his one hands and carressed her there while Ishita continued to clutch Raman's shirt for support. It was happening to her again. When she felt Raman pull away and could no longer feel Raman's hands on her, she briefly opened her eyes to find him undoing the drawstring of his white pants and quickly closed her eyes again. She was unsure, worried. She needed him near her and felt a sense of relief when she felt hovering above her again. Ishita opened her eyes and looked at him. Raman saw the uncertainty in her eyes and smiled reassuringly, "Relax meri jaan, I won't hurt you, I promise, Raman breathed onto Ishita's face.

"Ishita, ijaazat hai? Raman urged, he needed to know that he had her permission to do this.

Ishita blushed, her Raavan had turned into Ram and she was loving it. She looked up at him said saucily, "Bilkul ijazat hai mere Ram Kumar, and winked for added effect.

"Achaaa, Raman raised his eyebrows at Ishita's naughtiness. As much as it turned him on, he knew he had to be careful.

Raman adjusted himself and just as he was about to enter his wife who seemed to be have gotten stiff in anticipation, he heard Ruhi's voice coming from somewhere in the house. His daughter was awake and would come banging on their door anytime soon. He looked down at his wife to find that she still had her eyes tightly shut and face to the side, anticipating his intrusion. He chuckled as he thought of how Ishita seemed so engrossed in the task at hand that she didn't even hear the voice of the centre of her universe that in other circumstances, would cause her to drop whatever she was doing. He never thought he would have this much of an effect on her. First the orgasm and now this amount of anticipation. Not bad, he smirked thinking, he still had it in him.

Ishita let out an involuntary groan and pouted when she felt Raman get off her and started looking for something. She sat up in bed and half-shouted in frustration, "Kya?! but stopped when she realised that her husband was naked from waist-down with his manhood standing erect. He was reaching for his phone on the bedside. As much as Ishita was super annoyed thinking it was some office work he needed to handle, she blushed profusely and looked away. Although this is not the first time she has seen a male organ but what was in front of her was different. It was the man she loved, the man she would surrender to any day.

When Raman heard Ishita shouting he looked at her innocently, phone in his hand. He did not miss her frustration turning into embarrassment when she glanced down there and chuckled at her reaction.

"Kyu Madrasan? Itni besabri haan? Lett jao aa raha hu aap ki hawas poori karne aaj kal yahi kaam mila hai mujhe Raman teased mercilessly as his gaze travelled down her bare body. He was amused at how Ishita had forgotten about the bathrobe that she still had on not bothering to tie it up and just sat there looking away he assumed was because she was too shy to look at him in that state.

In response, Ishita became even more red. Raman sent a quick message to Romi telling him to distract Ruhi since he was in the middle of a zaroori kaam' with his Ishita Bhabhi knowing full well that his dirty-minded brother would guess correctly and let the secret out. Almost instantly Raman got a reply of a thumbs up emoji followed by one with a tongue out and some red lips and a purple devil. He had no idea why people have started using pictures in messages (Raman is budha you see ;) ) but took it to be a favourable reply. Once he had settled that, he quickly lunged forward and grabbed Ishita's shoulders pushing her to lie down on the bed. He grabbed Ishita's thighs with either of his hands and parted them impatiently winding them around his waist. A surprised gasp from Ishita made Raman realise that he was probably being a little too rough for his nervous wife and got back to his patient tender self where he sensuously caressed Ishita's outer thigh and butt with one hand while the other cradled her face. He brought his face close to her and asked yet again, "Meri madrasan tayar hai?

After a blushing Ishita nodded, Raman entered her ever so slowly and attentively watched as Ishita's face scrunch up in discomfort. She dug her nails into Raman's shoulders where she had grabbed him for support. Since she didn't seem to be in so much pain he entered her further and once fully in, Raman paused for a second before he slide himself out painfully slowly. Ishita looked up at him her eyes full of desire lips parted and breathed, "No...Raman please she wanted him inside her again, the stinging pain felt so good. Raman obliged and entered her in one swift motion this time which caused Ishita to let out a scream and jerk her head up into his shoulder. Raman swore hoping no one outside heard it. He silenced any further screams and desirable moans of his wife by crushing his lips to hers as he thrusted himself into her a few more times before spilling his seed onto the bathrobe below her mixing his own liquid with her blood and vaginal fluids. Ishita just laid there breathing heavily. Her husband just touched her. They became one. Till now she had only imagined Raman doing such things to her and even in the imaginations these acts were carried out in the darkness of the night similar to what they did the night before. But here just experienced it in broad daylight and she never felt happier.

"Jaan, theek ho? Raman asked tenderly looking into her eyes for any sign of displeasure or pain.

As it is Ishita was melting due to her Raavan Kumar becoming Ram Kumar and all this words of endearment plus whatever happened between them a while ago overwhelmed Ishita to the point of tears. She reached up and hugged Raman with such force that he lost his balance and his entire weight fell on Ishita. "I love you, Raman

Raman laughed softly and braced himself on his arms as he slowly broke the hug. "I love you more Madrasan. Bhot pyar karne laga hu tum se pagal, he huskily whispered against her lips and proceeded to leave soft kisses on her face and went down to use the bathrobe and wipe the stickiness from her inner thighs.

Ishita was in a state of bliss when she suddenly remembered Ruhi and the rest of the household again. She sat up suddenly causing Raman's head to collide with her soft and squishy tummy. "Raman derr ho gayi hai humain bahr jaana chahiye. Ruhi, Mummy jee... Ishita started rambling.

But Raman was having the time of his life down the. When he tried to shift his head he came face to face with his wife's breasts and that turned him on all over again and besides those self-imposed limits no longer mattered since his wife was now a little more experienced. Without bothering about what Ishita was saying he engulfed his wife's tentalising breast into his mouth and swirled his tongue over and around her erect nipple while he played with her other breast with his hands massaging her breasts and squeezing them tightly. He then pinched her nipple between his thumb and curled index finger and shake her breast vigorously while Ishita just gasped and moaned with her hands outstretched behind her back, palms pressing into the bed for support as she was unable to contain herself. Ishita's broken voice and moans was like music to his ears as he attentively observed what was it that affected his personal sexy siren the most.

But then Raman heard his loud family chatting away and creating their usual morning ruckus outside, he groaned. He knew that now they really had to leave the room or they would never hear the end of it. He reluctantly released Ishita's breasts from his mouth and hand and watched as his wife, as red as tomato, scrunched up her face slightly in disappointment and slowly calm her heaving chest, her dangling breasts mocking him and teasing him. Raman tore his eyes away from the desirable sight in front of him to compose himself. Ishita wanted more, she expected so much more. Now she was fully aroused with one of her breast wet with her Raavan Kumar's saliva and the other breast and nipple delighfully sore with all the pinching and shaking he did. This was unfair treatment she thought, pouting at her husband who had looked away and was calming his own breaths.

When Raman looked back up, Ishita was in that same position, supported by her outstreched arms behind her back, and her legs slightly apart where he was seated in the middle. Only now, her eyes were not closed, neither was her head thrown back as moans and gasps escaped her parted lips, instead, she was pouting at him with her eyes wide open like he just took her favourite toy away from her...or maybe he did. Raman couldn't help his laughter as he laughed loudly and heartily at the sight of his naked pouting wife. He had never had this much fun in bed.

Ishita was surprised as her mouth opened and she raised her eyebrows as if offended, she didn't see any humor in his act of seducing her and then having no intention to satisfy her.

Once Raman managed to calm down, he wiped the tears that had formed in his eyes and went closer to her to cup her face. "I am really sorry Madrasan, Raman gently said still smiling and genuinely apologetic, "Lekin dhyan se suno bahr awaazein aa rahi hai Papa aur Simi ki, ab wakiye mein derr ho chuki hai aur saare jaagne lage hai, Ishita looked down embarrassed at how she behaved so forwardly, ladies do not behave like that. But then she felt Raman kiss her cheeks softly and whispered, "lekin waada karta hu ke jo abhi poora nahi kar paaya wo raat ko interest samet poora karunga mery sexy madrasi billi, bas thora sa sabr kar lena, itna to kar sakti ho naaa all Ishita did in response was to push him away and run to the bathroom away from Raman's teasing, away from his wandering eyes and his wonderful caresses. She needed a break from the man who made her feel so many things in a matter of hours. Now her ordeal the night before felt so small, almost nothing compared to the emotional yet thrilling roller coaster of a night her Raavan Kumar made her experience leaving her feeling nothing but immense joy and satisfaction. She no longer had reason to look back on her life. She only wanted to look forward.