Hi Guys! Here's something jyoti8 and akriti1996 kind of suggested. It is set during the track whereby Shagun's pre-wedding celebrations are going on and Raman bought Ishita a golden backless dress for her to wear to one of the celebrations but Ishita gave the dress to Shagun instead causing Raman to feel bad...Happy reading!
"Meri Kanjivaram Saree ne sab ka dil jeet liya...manna parega aap ko Raavan Kumar, a cheerful Ishita happily walked beside her husband a with a skip in her step as they made their way back to the car from Shagun's wedding party.
Although it was true that she looked really pretty in her Saree amongst the other ladies and even the press wanted to interview her for that, he couldn't help feeling annoyed that his wife had disregarded his own wishes. He felt an unpleasant wave of nostalgia, recalling how Shagun used to reject almost everything he requested. He knew Ishita was a woman who owned a heart of gold and was the opposite of his ex-wife Shagun, but it seemed like his own wishes and what he wanted was of no concern to either of his wives. He knew this was nothing major but he felt dejected. He expected a little more from Ishita.
When Ishita did not hear a word from her husband, not even a taunt or a grunt, she looked over at him. He was walking with hands in his pocket and head bent as if deep in thought. He looked sad. Did she take it a bit too far this time round? He did get that dress for her and it seemed like he was really excited to see her in it but she could not refuse a bride her wish, right? Even if that bride is Shagun.
Ishita, still reeling from happiness due to the appreciation she got at the party, grabbed Raman's right arm and hugged it close to her chest while she placed her head on his shoulder taking Raman by surprise.
"Naraz ho mujh se? Ishita asked playfully while she continued walking in that position dragging Raman along.
"Choro, Raman jerked his arm from her hold and slightly increased his pace, mindful of the fact that his annoying wife was wearing heels and would have a hard time keeping up if he walked too fast. He shook his head, things he had to be aware of because of these women.
"Areeey ye to wakiye naraz hai, Ishita muttered to herself, gathering her saree and walking behind her Raavan Kumar across the carpark towards their car.
When they were both settled and all strapped up in the car, Ishita looked at her husband's scowling face and all the happiness she felt earlier evaporated bit by bit. What is the point of pleasing everyone else when her own Raavan Kumar who mattered more than all those people combined was unhappy about it. Ishita did not let this affect her and decided keep her mood up to pacify her Raavan Kumar starting this moment and she would not rest till his scowl turned into a smile.
He wanted sexy? He was going to get sexy - along with a generous commission.
Ishita discreetly unpinned the safety pin that kept her Pallu secured across her shoulder and placed it in her purse. She then lightly touched Raman's thigh under the pretext of getting his attention as she made small talk, "Party mein khana thora spicy nahi tha? Mujhe to paani ke 3 glasses peene parhe...aur wo yellow si dish kya thi? Dhal to nahi thi, main ne dhal samajh ke Ruhi ko di aur... Ishita continued her rambling deliberately keeping her hand on his thigh and inching it higher up as she spoke. Ishita was just waiting for a traffic light so that she could make her next move.
As for Raman, being used to his Madrasan's lectures, he easily managed to shut out the baseless dhal story his wife was animatedly narrating to him his focus on the hand she had so nonchalantly placed on his thigh. Initially, it was a light touch which he expected her to remove as she told her story but now it seems as if her hold had gotten firmer and higher? Was she deliberately doing this? Why would she? Raman mocked himself, she wasn't the sexy and naughty type you hoped for. He just shook the thought away knowing he would be disappointed in that department.
When Ishita saw a traffic light approaching and the light turning amber, she did a mini celebration in her heart and abruptly changed her story to facilitate the next move she planned.
"Raman! Ishita exclaimed in a suspicious whisper, "Aap ko to ek bhot masaledaar khabar batana bhul hi gayi Mr Kapoor ke baare mein,
Raman's annoyance went one level up as he stopped his car at the red light and turned to his wife smiling sarcastically and asked, "Who the hell is Mr Kapoor?
Ishita raised her eyebrows and said, "Arey wohi na jis ne party mein black suit pehna tha, Raman rolled his eyes at his wife's foolishness, like that would help right, so many men wore a black suit to the party, unaware that this Mr Kapoor was a fictional character made up by his wife. Nevertheless, he didn't really care and just looked ahead when Ishita grabbed his arm to get his attention, making him look at her, simultaneously edging closer to him so that the unpinned pallu would slip off, and it did in the most seductive fashion making Raman's gaze fall into the deep valley between her two large round breasts. Unfazed by where his eyes were, since that was exactly where she wanted them to be, Ishita whispered scandalously, "Unho ne na dusri shaadi ki, aur unn ki dusri biwi bhot sexy hai by God,
Ishita then looked down and said, "Oops sorry, kaafi slippery material hai na, referring to her pallu that was lying on her lap. Ishita casually put her hand in her blouse and adjusted her breasts and then put the pallu back in place like that was the most natural thing in the world to do in a car as Raman looked on dumbstruck, his dried-up lips slightly parted.
It was the loud honks from the impatient drivers behind him that brought Raman out of his trance. What was his crazy wife up to? He licked his lips and zoomed home all the while anticipating another move from his Madrasan but it never came as Ishita looked out of the window silently, a victorious smile playing on her lips, her hands calmly placed one atop the other on her lap. She got her Raavan Kumar where she wanted him to be. But, the best was yet to come.
When they reached their housing compound, Ishita went straight to her parent's house telling Raman who kept on stealing glances at her chest wishing it was his hand that went into the blouse earlier that night that she would be back soon. Ishita went straight to Mihika's room startling her cousin sister who was in the process of applying nail polish. She quickly told Mihika of her plans and dismissed the teasing she was getting and sent Mihika to get her necessary garments from Raman's bedroom while she rummaged through Mihika's cabinet knowing full well she will find something suitable to wear since her cousin sister had an extensive wardrobe from shalwar suits to sarees to a variety of western wear. She knew Mihika's clothes would be one or two sizes small on her but she encouraged herself thinking, the tighter, the better. Mihika came back with the sexy plum colored lingerie Ishita instructed her to get.
Raman's sad expression after the party followed by the scowl he gave her in the car only strengthened her resolve to make things right and give her husband what he wanted. Ishita opened up her hair, darkened her make-up and chose a short golden dress with a low back and spaghetti straps which, as she expected, was really tight on her. With the help of Mihika who continued to tease her, they managed to zip the extremely tight dress up over the sexy lingerie which was a wedding gift cum practical joke Vandu Akka and Mihika played on her earlier in the marriage but now, it came in handy.
Ishita then wore her heels and set up her phone's music player instructing Mihika to make sure the coast is clear so that she could strut over to her husband next door. Even Ishita was amazed at her own confidence. She knew she probably looked like a provocative hooker with her breasts spilling out of the tiny dress but who cares? It's for her husband and she didn't mind becoming anything for him in the privacy of their bedroom.
As Ishita adjusted the dress which seemed to be squeezing her body, she wondered, "how is Mihika who eats so much so skinny?! and what is her business wearing such short dresses?! She had better wear leggings under these, the big sister in Ishita ranted to herself as she looked at her bare legs, the dress just covering one third of her thigh.
Raman, now frustrated with his wife for unintentionally seducing him that too when he was so annoyed with her. Raman entered his house alone, wallowing in self-pity. He didn't know why Ishita's simple rejection of not wearing the dress affected him so much. Even now, as he entered his empty house which is usually filled with shouting matches, loud conversations and even louder laughter, he felt a sense of loneliness even though he knew his parents and siblings would be back soon from their movie. This loneliness came from within, it came from the fact that he could not expect his wife to be any more than the mother of his children. He desired his wife, yet he couldn't have her, he loved his wife yet he couldn't make love to her. He knew Ishita cared for him, he was sure that Ishita has feelings for him too but she seemed to have taken the Sirf Ruhi ke Liye' contract more seriously than him. maybe that's why she didn't feel the need to oblige to his requests the ones that had nothing to do with Ruhi but everything to do with him, like wearing a dress of his choice because he wanted to see her in it.
Just as he was bestowing sympathy after sympathy upon himself in the kitchen of his family's home like a sad mopping guy that he absolutely was NOT, his sister-in-law came into the house asking for permission to get some of his wife's things from the cupboard. Great, just what he needed, Ishita blatantly letting him know that she was probably avoiding him because she didn't want him like he wanted her. The sympathy turned into rage when he thought about how Ishita added salt to his wound by giving the dress HE bought to Shagun, the last person he wanted to give anything to. Suddenly, his phone rang. Raman was grateful for the distraction, he needed that and proceeded to walk into his bedroom as he attended the call of an associate from another part of the world. As he spoke, the lights of his room switched off unexpectedly followed by the sound of his bedroom door closing. He turned to see who it was and found a young voluptuous lady in clothes way too tight and short for her, giving an obvious indication of her intentions of coming into his room. As he was about to scream at her to leave his room, she came forward and his heart stopped.
"Raavan Kumar, naraz ho mujh se? Ishita asked seductively walking towards him. Raman could not believe his eyes as he took in the gorgeousness walking towards him. He had always thought of Ishita as a beautiful lady, her inner goodness further enhancing her outer beauty, but today was different. She looked hot, really, really, extremely, hot. He didn't know his wife had such long legs, further elongated by the heels. Her pale thighs looked so smooth and the dress looked like it had been tightly wrapped around her figure. Her breasts, pushed up by the tightness of the dress looked like they were begging to escape from their captivity. "This Madrasan would be the death of me Raman thought as he stared at the sexy siren in front of him from head to toe to head again.
While Ishita did brace herself for all the different ways her Raavan Kumar would react, she found herself trembling due to the look on her Raavan Kumar's face as he stared at her body like an uncivilized hungry man because of his anger mixed with lust and the only person responsible for this is his wife. Was it too late for her to run? But no, she wouldn't, today she had to achieve 2 things, firstly and most importantly, she had to make it up to Raman for not adhering to his wishes considering how excited he was, Ishita knew she may have gone too far playing with his emotions like that and secondly, she wanted to prove her sexiness and show it to him and only him. With newly found determination, Ishita sauntered towards her husband, her mild fragrance driving him off the edge as he continued staring her as if under a spell his eyes darkening by the seconds.
"Phone pe kin se baat kar rahe ho aap Raman? Ishita asked sweetly, batting her eyelashes up at him.
Raman looked down at his wife, the same madrasan who gave lecture after lecture and usually wore clothes that made her look 10 years older. Raman felt blood rushing in his veins, he was rooted to the spot when Ishita held his arm and gestured towards the mobile phone he held in the air, "Aap phone pe baat kar rahe the na, baat khatam karein aur phone rakh di jiye na, Ishita requested politely and then walked towards the television to plug her phone in. She had her song on the playlist and the moves in her mind but she couldn't help being proud of how she made her usually sharp and smart mouthed husband tongue tied and dumbstruck. But Raman was quick to recover as he watched his wife's round bottom shake with every step she took like there were two kittens having a wrestling match in there. So, this is the game his wife wanted to play. He quickly wrapped up the conversation, without taking his hungry eyes of his wife, and when she bent down a little to plug her phone into the sound system of the television her dress rode up a little exposing more fleshy thighs.
Raman recovered from his momentary shock and strode up to his wife grabbing her arm and swirling her around to face him, "Ye kya mazak hai Ishita, Raman asked seriously, intensely, portraying a good mixture of anger and passion which for some reason, excited Ishita and turned her on.
"Mazak to nahi hai Raman, Ishita replied looking up at him suggestively feigning innocence.
"Ishita go and change, Raman growled.
Ishita remained unaffected as she wounded her arms around his neck and pressed her body against him, "Kyu, aise achi nahi lag rahi? Ishita asked pouting.
Raman roughly removed her arms from his shoulder and was about to walk off when Ishita quickly turned and hit the play button on her mobile to play a sexy item song, "Zara zara touch me adding fuel to the fire building inside Raman. Ishita then grabbed Raman's wrist and pushed him onto the couch where she started her moves. Ishita gradually got into the mood as she playfully pushed Raman around every time he tried to move away from her angrily. She was merciless with her teasing running her hands down his clothed torso, removing his coat sensually and she even grabbed Raman's arms and herself put them around her waist.
This idiot of a wife probably was not aware that in her attempt to prove her sexiness or whatever the hell she was trying to prove, she was actually asking for trouble as Raman could no longer help his libido raging at full force. He gave up and shamelessly checked his wife out as she jerked her hips and shook her bottom, as she made her back face him and seductively moved her hair to the side to show off her bare back. When she grinded her back against his front, her butt running up and down his hardness contained by his perfectly fitted formal pants, he was done for and at exactly that moment Ishita turned smiling happily like a child and grabbed Raman's shoulders to push him towards her while she stared at him with twinkling eyes. And then the music stopped.
Ishita's expressions told Raman how much innocent fun she was having while putting on that little show for him in that mini-dress. "So? Raavan Kumar...main bhi sexy hu na? Ishita asked cheerfully, all the seductiveness gone from her voice. But Raman had just got started.
"Acha? Bas itna hi? Mohtarma, kya aap ko nahi pata aisi cheezein karne ke baad kya karte hain mia biwi? Raman asked suggestively.
"Lo, abhi kahaan khatam huwa, iss ka part 2 bhi to hai, Ishita replied saucily with a wink to which Raman raised his eyebrows, "Achaaa, part 2 mein kya hai? Raman asked softly.
Still smiling, Ishita leaned forward and whispered seductively into Raman's ears, "Main ne dress ke neeche iss se bhi sexy lingerie pehna huwa hai...lekin...aap ko dikhaoungi nahi! Ishita finished mischievously as she tried to run off but Raman's grip had tightened as he got hornier with every single movement his naughty wife made. He groaned and swiftly lifted Ishita like a sack of rice over his shoulder and gave her butt a smack.
Ishita was surprised and started protesting, this was certainly not what she bargained for and did he just hit my butt?! This Raavan Kumar bhi na...Ufff.
Raman then dropped her carelessly on the bed and pounced on her. "Abhi maza chakata hu, sexy banne ka bara shouq hai na... Raman threatened and without warning, started tickling his wife making her move restlessly on the bed while her uncontrollable laughter filled the room. She moved and struggled without even thinking once of what her short dress was exposing and what it wasn't. It's just Raman after all, her husband Raman...that thought warmed her heart as she looked up at his handsome face still smiling happily at her victory.
But Raman had other thoughts in his mind, "Chal dikha ab lingerie, Raman demanded as he ran his hand across Ishita's front absently to find the zipper or whatever that what holding the dress together. Ishita pushed Raman's hands away and said, "Nahi, a tinge of naughtiness in her voice.
Raman's eyes widened as he looked her sparkling ones, "Dikha na, and looked down at the dress again trying to figure out how to open it.
"Raman choro, no Raman, Ishita protested playfully and they started fidgeting and struggling again, giggling when Raman's gaze fell on Ishita's breast hoisted up by the tight dress. "Aap ke kaafi bare hai haa not bad, chu ke dekhu to sahi, Raman teased as he nodded towards Ishita's chest and brought his hand forward deliberately slowly only to have Ishita grab it mid-way to stop him and resume their struggling session when suddenly Ishita felt her dress give way from the back. She could feel it tearing a little bit more with every movement she made and even Raman heard the sound of fabric ripping apart and raised his eyebrows in excitement, saying, "Ab aayi untni pahar ke neeche, as he quickly reached behind to feel where the dress had been torn so that he could rip it apart and see what lingerie his wife was wearing while Ishita continued struggling playfully.
In the blink of an eye Ishita felt Raman's fingers touching the skin on her back realizing that he had found the torn area, Ishita was about to push him off but she was too late, Raman had already grabbed the torn fabric in his fist and dragged his hand down ripping three quarter of the dress apart. "Ramannn! Ishita screamed, "Ye Mihika ki dress hai, aiyooo.
"Acha tab hi to itne ache se fit aa gaya na aap ko, Raman sarcastically retorted back as he lowered the spaghetti straps of the ruined dress and more of Ishita's full breasts came into view held up by a strapless tiny dark purple bra that was in perfect contrast to her milky skin. Raman just stopped for a moment to stare at his new toy in admiration while Ishita blushed for the first time that night.
"Wow, that was all a wide-eyed Raman could muster as he looked at the lushness of his wife. It has been a long time since he had seen a woman he desired and his heart had started hammering against his chest as he slowly lowered the dress further when suddenly...
"Bang! Papa! Bhai! Simmi, Ruhi and Romi barged into the room unexpectedly causing Ishita to scream followed by Raman who promptly jumped on his half-naked wife to cover her up. "BHAR NIKLO SAARE, Raman shouted.
"Kya Bhai, lock kiya kar na, Simmi teased giggling followed by Romi "Yahaan to full Hollywood movie chal rahi hai kyu bhai? Bhabhi?
"Bua, Chachu aap log kya bol rahe ho Papa ko batate hai na good news aur Papa aap aise kyu lete huwe ho ulta? an innocent Ruhi who hasn't noticed her Ishima's bare shins and heels peeping from under the blanket Raman had haphazardly thrown over her, urged her auntie and uncle.
"Ruhi Chuhi, baad mein batate hai abhi Papa work-out kar rahe hai, Romi explained to his niece laughing heartily.
"Thappar khayega tu nikal chal, Raman shouted as his siblings scurried out of the room dragging an oblivious Ruhi and closing the door behind them.
Once they were out, Raman took a deep breath and got off his wife who had an embarrassed cum worried expression on her face. Ishita gathered whatever that was left of her, no, Mihika's dress and attempted to get off the bed only to be stopped by Raman who had grabbed a loose part of the shredded dress. "Raman choriye na sab aa gaye hain choriye, Ishita pleaded as she tried to pull the fabric off his hands.
"Pehle niche waala bhi dikha, Raman ordered, to which Ishita raised an eyebrow and gave him a smile.
"Pehle wo bolo jo main sunna chahti hu, phir sab dekh lena shouq se, and gave one hard jerk to free the fabric from Raman's clutches as she sauntered into the bathroom, turning to give him one last seductive look before disappearing inside leaving Raman hungry for more.
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