17 July 2018
Outside the Ballroom at the Mehta Resort
Raman and Ishita were at the door when she heard her name being called urgently and turned her head around to look.
Her heart sank as she saw who it was that had been calling out to her.
Subbu. He was walking rapidly towards them and he could not be avoided.
"Raman, wait" she put a hand on her husband's shoulder as he pushed at the door, and Subbu reached them.
"What's the matter jaan?" Raman asked as he turned around, to be confronted by a tall Indian man staring at his wife.
"Hi, I'm Raman Bhalla" he said quizzically, as he drew his wife closer, a hand going protectively around her waist. "We haven't met. You are?"
"Raman" Ishita said with a sigh. "This is Subbu."
Ishita felt her husband tense, the fingers splayed on her waist contracting into a fist, the smile on his face freezing as he stared at the man standing before them.
Raman Bhalla heard the name "Subbu" from his wife's lips and then he heard no more as a red hot anger surged through him, his ears buzzing with the pounding of his heartbeats. Subramaniam Iyer. His wife's former fiancée. The man who had broken his madrassan's heart. Her first love, whose betrayal had left such deep wounds on his wife's psyche that even today he wasn't sure if his love had managed to heal all of her.
And that very man, the man who had caused her so much grief, was staring at his madrassan now. Staring at her with a mixture of admiration and anxiety. And so Raman Bhalla clenched his fists, since the only thing he wanted to do right now was to slap that man's stupid face.
"Goddamn this Subbu" Ishita swore to herself as she looked anxiously at the thunder dawning on her husband's face. First Gina and now Subbu. Why couldn't these people just leave Raman and her alone? She knew what Subbu wanted, the anxiety in his face gave him away, but she did not need Raman to misunderstand, or to get into a confrontation with Subbu. She knew how insecure her husband was about Subbu - he could not even take her former fiancées name.
"Raman" she said aloud, pushing the door open and pushing her silent husband out. "Let's talk outside please. And we have to go now, don't we? Subbu, Raman and I were just leaving and..."
Her voice trailed off as they stepped outside and Subbu walked out behind them, the heavy wooden doors shutting behind him, muting the noise from the party inside the ballroom.
"Raman" she said again, anxiously, clutching her husband's hand tightly as he continued to stare unflinchingly with an unfathomable expression at Subbu. "Let's go, it's getting late."
"What do you want?" Her husband's voice was thick with fury, barely recognizable as he continued to stare at Subbu, not appearing to hear anything she was saying.
"Woh....mein....mujhe Ishu se kuch ...kuch baa... baat karna tha...aa... akele mein...." (I...I have to talk to Ishu.....) Subbu stammered as the fury in Raman Bhalla's voice and the unmistakable anger in his face registered with him.
"Not Ishu. She is Mrs Raman Bhalla to you" the anger was palpable in her husband's voice and Ishita clung desperately to one of his hands, as the other clenched into a fist once again. "Aur tumhe Mrs Raman Bhalla se jo kehna hai mere saamne kaho." (And whatever you have to say to Mrs Raman Bhalla, you can say in my presence)
"Well, well.... what is this then? Koi puraana aashiq lagta hai Ishita ka. Ya shayad naya ? (Looks like an old lover of Ishita's. Or maybe a new one)So you're not as innocent as you appear to be, huh Ishita Bhalla?" A husky female voice cut in before Subbu could respond, and Ishita groaned in exasperation. As if Subbu was not enough, now Gina Shah had to join in too. She had been so engrossed in the drama being played out between her husband and Subbu that she had not realised that Gina had also come out behind them, had been listening to the exchange between Raman and Subbu.
Ishita looked at the movie star in consternation as Gina sauntered over, standing next to Subbu, her eyes briefly checking him out and dismissing him, before fixing on Raman again.
This was all that was needed to make a bad situation intolerable. And Ishita had had enough. These two shadows from Raman and her past had caused enough issues between her husband and her. The emotional storms of the past few days had taken a toll on both Raman and her. They needed their time alone together, needed to make up to each other for the tears they had inflicted, the pain they had been through. And Ishita Bhalla was not going to allow either Gina or Subbu to waste any more of her precious alone time with her husband.
"Raman, wait, please" she said quietly, forestalling her husband as he turned flashing eyes from Subbu to Gina. "Let me deal with this. Please" she repeated, her hands tightening on her husband's arm, the firmness in her voice willing him to look at her.
Raman slowly turned his eyes from Subbu and Gina to his wife. He could see anxiety in her eyes, but he could also see a firm resolve, a glimpse of his Jhansi ki Rani of old. His love, and the love of her children, had mellowed her, but right now, maybe it was time for his JKR to make a comeback. He nodded, not saying anything, his hand going around her waist once more as he waited for his JKR to unleash her lectures on the two unsuspecting idiots facing them.
Ishita felt her husband's hand on her waist, his arm around her, and her confidence soared. She could take on the world with him by her side, Subbu and Gina were of no consequence.
"Gina" her voice was as cold as ice as she addressed the smirking movie star first. "You said many things to me inside the ballroom, and I didn't respond then because it wasn't the time or the place to get into personal discussions. But since you won't leave us alone, since you insist on making a fool out of yourself and forcing yourself into our faces, let me tell you, for once and for all, that I am not in the least concerned about you and your threats. Do what you want. Play whatever games you need to. You will never come between Raman and me. You will never break up my family. You don't matter to us Gina. We don't care about you or your nonsense. You are part of Raman's past and that is exactly where you will always remain. In his past."
"I'll get what I want Ishita..." Gina retorted but Ishita Bhalla was not going go back off now.
"No" she said firmly, disdain dripping from every syllable. "No you won't. My husband is not some object that you can get. People are not possessions Gina. You can want all you like, and make yourself miserable or you can move on with dignity. But you will not get my husband. So stop making an utter fool of yourself."
"How dare you..." Gina started, but once again Raman's Ishita cut her off.
"I dare" she said softly. "I dare because I am right. And because Raman is standing with me. Not with you. This show is over Gina. Go find some other role to play."
"And as for you Subbu" She turned her attention to her former fiancée, who had been listening wide eyed. "I know what you want to say to me. You want to beg me not to tell akka and jeeju about your sordid affair, about the fact that you are living with another woman over here, cheating on your wife. Well, don't worry Subbu. My time is too precious to waste on you and your nonsense. I really don't care what you are up to, and who you are with. If you have any shame, any conscience, then you will tell your wife, your family yourself, but they won't find out from me."
"And now" she continued as both Gina and Subbu stared mutely at her. "My husband and I have somewhere we need to be. Please, have some pride, some self respect, and stop following us. Let's go Raman"
She felt his arm tighten even harder around her waist and he bent his head towards her as they started to walk off towards the jetty. Without a backward glance.
They could hear voices in the background, but they did not stop, their pace steady as they walked along the path towards the beach. He had still not said anything, still did not say anything, until they turned around a curve in the path and the jetty came into sight.
He stopped then, tugging at her hand, turning her around to face him. And then he finally spoke.
"What was all that about Ishita? Why did that... that bastard come here? What did he want?"
"Raman" she cupped her husband's face in her hands, staring deeply into his eyes. "I guess he was invited to come here along with the other hotel managers. And you heard me. The only reason he wanted to speak to me was because I saw him with his girlfriend. Yesterday, at the Sofitel. He is scared I will tell akka and his wife will find out. That's all baba. It wasn't about me"
She stared anxiously at her husband as she explained. Raman's contempt for Subbu went beyond the logical. Her husband's dislike for her ex fiancée came from his possessiveness and his jealousy that another man had once been close to her. It was primal and in some ways it thrilled her. But she couldn't let Subbu come between her and Raman anymore. Not tonight. Not ever.
"Don't you believe me baba?" She whispered staring deep into his eyes, shivering slightly as a cool coastal breeze wafted up around them. Her thin silk dress clung closely to her curves and her curls swirled around her face as the winds picked up.
His face was inscrutable as he stared at her. "Of course I do jaan." His voice was deep as one hand snaked up to tuck her swirling curls behind her ears. "I believe you, I trust you, but I can't help it. I can't see him without imagining, without thinking....." He shuddered and shook his head, as if trying to clear his mind of unwanted images, unwelcome thoughts.
"Raman" she caught his hand, bringing it to her lips, understanding his agony. It was the same agony that assailed her when she saw Gina Shah, the same thoughts that came up in her mind. She could not think of him with anyone else. Her possessiveness for him was so deep, her feelings so intense, that the mere thought caused pain. "Can't we just forget about them jaan? Both of them. Everyone. I've missed you so much. I need you so much. I want to be alone with you."
"Accha?" The smoldering look in his eyes deepened as he stroked his thumb against her parted lips. "Hold that thought baby" He whispered as he saw two men approach from the speedboat anchored at the jetty. "We will be alone very soon, and then you can tell me exactly how much you've missed me"
He dropped his hand, turning her around as the men reached them.
The older of the two men stepped forward, extending his hand to Raman to shake.
"Mr Raman. Mrs Raman. Bula." He said pleasantly, a big smile on his face." Your boat is ready sir. Jope here will drop you off at the island now and pick you up again at 9 am tomorrow. Your bags are already at the island and everything has been arranged as you requested Sir."
"Thank you Emosi" Raman said with a smile. He turned to his wife again. "Shall we go Mrs Bhalla?"
Ishita nodded, her eyes shining, as Jope stepped up with a smile to them both.
"Come this way Sir, Ma'am " he gestured as he led the way to the jetty.
Ishita started down the pathway and then gasped as she felt herself being lifted up into her husband's arms.
"Raman, what are you doing?" She whispered, mortified.
"Your high heels baby" he replied, smiling, holding her snugly in his arms and not checking his steps as they reached the jetty. "They aren't the best footwear for the jetty or the boat."
He stepped into the boat and put her down gently on one of the seats, taking the seat next to her. He then sat back as the smiling Emosi waved goodbye from the beach, and the equally smiling Jope started the engines, and the jet boat sped away.
Ishita sat back, looking in wonder first at the night sky and then at her husband. Finally, they would be alone together. So much had happened in the past two weeks. She had genuinely been worried about losing him, and she knew that he had undergone similar storms in his heart. They needed this time together, needed this time to heal, and yet suddenly, inexplicably, she felt shy. Perhaps it was the idea of going to the honeymoon island, of knowing they would be alone together where no third person could see them or approach them. Knowing that everyone knew why they were going to the island alone.
Minutes passed, but they did not speak. He did not trust himself to speak, his need for her intensifying as she sat bathed in the moonlight, her hair swirling around her face, the breeze plastering her thin dress to her tightly, accentuating her curves, her valleys. His eyes ran down her body and blood pounded in his ears as he stared at her beauty, stopping at her feet. Her feet in those very sexy but also very impractical high heels.
She smiled shyly at him and then gasped as he crouched in front of her, his hands going to her sandals, removing them.
"Raman, what are you doing? No, I'll take them off myself" she protested, snatching the sandals from him as he took them off, unheeding of her protests.
"Why can't I?" He smiled back, sitting back up and pointing ahead just as a dark shape loomed up in the sea in front of them. "Look"
She looked up and then gasped. The island in front of them was in darkness, except for the jetty and a softly lit bungalow which jutted out onto the beach and over the water. It looked serene and it was completely silent, completely isolated.
The boat anchored at the jetty, the crewman jumping out as Raman Bhalla scooped his wife into his arms again, shoes dangling from her hands, as he walked up to the bungalow.
"Moce sir. Moce ma'am" Jope called out as the speedboat sped away.
They were alone. At last.
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He carried her inside as the boat sped off, closing the door behind him before he released her from his arms. He put her down gently, watching as she smiled shyly at him, their hearts thudding as she stood against the wall, her shoes sliding from her hands onto the floor.
He reached out a hand to her and she blushed, biting her lips as she stared at him.
"Kya hua jaan?" His voice was gentle as his hand pulled her towards him. "Is something wrong?"
"No" she murmured. "I just... everything that happened tonight... I just...I feel so hot and sweaty, I'll take a shower first. I...."
Raman stared at his wife, his hand tracing lazily down her spine. "Hey baby" he drawled. There was laughter in his voice, a sexy edge that made her shudder in anticipation at what this night would bring. "Ishita, sweetheart, we have done this hundreds of times before. Why are you so nervous jaan?"
"I...I'm not nervous Raman. It's just....I don't know....I want to take a shower...." her voice trailed off. How could she explain how the encounter with Gina and Subbu had left her feeling. Somehow soiled. All their negativity seemed to have soiled her. She wanted to wash off that feeling. To bask in the beauty of this island, her husband's love, this purity...she wanted everything to be perfect.
"Okay" Raman stepped back. "That door straight ahead. That's the bedroom. Our bags are there. Take your shower and then come out on the deck. I'll be in the pool"
"Don't you need your swimming suit?" She asked, as he moved towards the open doors to the deck, where the soft sea breeze was wafting the silken drapes.
"No" he replied, that laughter back in his voice. "I don't intend to wear anything darling. We are alone here Ishita, and no one can see us."
She blushed and turned around, running away into the bedroom as Raman chuckled after her.
She was an enigma, his Jhansi ki Rani, he mused, as he picked up the magnum of Dom Perignon champagne from the ice bucket on the mantelpiece, pouring deftly into two champagne flutes. Putting Gina firmly in her place one moment, and acting like a shy bride the next. But he would let her take the lead, let her do what she wanted. After what he had just put her through, after what they had both just been through, everything about tonight had to be perfect. All he wanted, all he needed, was to make love with her - if she needed some time alone, if she had some misgivings still which she needed to sort out before they made love, then he would let her work it out however she wanted, however she needed... Because he had the feeling, he had the feeling that tonight would be a night they would never forget.
He walked to the bedroom door and knocked softly.
"Ishita" he called out. "Jaan, just come here for a sec"
He heard her footsteps, and then the door opened.
"Champagne my darling" he whispered as he handed over a brimming flute to her. "I'll be waiting for you outside."
She blushed again, accepting the flute and then closed the door as he sauntered away. He took a few sips of the champagne, and then pulled off his jacket and his bow tie, throwing them onto the sofa as he stepped out onto the deck.
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"Get a grip Ishita. Just what is wrong with you?' Ishita admonished herself as she closed the door on her retreating husband, glass of champagne in her hand.
She took a few sips and then looked around curiously.
The bedroom, one of just two rooms in the beach villa, was unimaginably luxurious. It was huge, high ceilinged like the living area with exposed beams in the rafters. The floor space was dominated by a huge four poster bed, and there was a luxury bathroom towards the back of the room..
The air was cool, redolent with the fragrance of frangipani from the many leis or garlands that were heaped on a side table. She picked up a lei, throwing it around her neck as she inhaled the fragrance, before walking to the floor to ceiling French doors which led out to the enormous deck.. There were low railings around the deck, which jutted out over the water and the beach, soft sand below, an infinity pool taking up one side, a large luxurious looking daybed on the other. Much of the space was in darkness, the deck only lit up by the moonlight.
She could not see Raman, but that was where he was......waiting...... She averted her eyes quickly and stepped back into the indoor space.
She wondered where her bags were and then saw a wardrobe in the corner. Their clothes had been taken out of their bags, arranged neatly, and she wondered just what to wear. Then she remembered what her husband had said, and her blush deepened. He would not need clothes, because no body could see them. Well, if he didn't, then maybe, just maybe, she didn't either. She smiled softly, anticipation rising in her, as she picked up a bathrobe and walked into the bathroom.
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Raman Bhalla dived into the infinity pool, the cold water cooling down his inflamed body as he started at the French doors leading to the bedroom. He wanted his wife with him now, wanted to be one with her. He had seen her there a few minutes ago, peering out into the darkness, but then she had disappeared again. He thought of her in the shower, his mind imagining the sound of her dress zipper opening and then the swooshing sound of her dress falling to the ground. He hadn't had her for two weeks and his body ached for her. He wanted to taste her, to fill her up, to make her scream in wild abandonment. There had never been a more secluded place, a place where they could make all their fantasies come true.
But his wife had suddenly become shy and so here he was, alone, his body throbbing painfully, his mind working in overtime.
He heard the sound of the shower in the still silent night and realized that she was bathing. The thought of her naked body, so near to him and yet so unattainable started the throbbing in his loins yet again. "Control Raman" he whispered to himself. "control" And he sliced through the water a few more times, willing his body to calm down as he waited......
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Ishita stepped out of the shower, water still glistening off her as she dried herself with the soft bath sheet. The shower had been what she needed. It had wiped away the unease of the night preceding, the negativity that the others had lent to them. It had cleansed her aura, had soothed her soul.
And as the negativity had left, it had been replaced with a sense of anticipation, of desire. She needed her husband. As much as he needed her. And she didn't want to waste another moment. She stepped into the bedroom, dropping the bath sheet as she picked up the bathrobe. And then her eyes lit again on the leis in the room, and a soft smile played on her lips. Why not? They were in paradise after all. Why shouldn't she be the Eve to his Adam?
She gave a soft laugh, abandoning the bathrobe as she picked up the leis instead. Her eyes fell on her abandoned champagne and she picked up the flute, taking a few swift gulps for courage. Now she would get ready for him.
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It was about five minutes later when she stepped out onto the deck.
She was just outside the French doors, when she saw him emerge from the pool, and she stood back and admired him silently. His hard chiseled body glistened in the moonlight as he walked up to the outside shower at the other end of the deck, the spray bounding off him as water cascaded down his body.
Her throat was dry, her heart pounding as she walked across the deck towards him.
He was running his hands down his body as the water cascaded over him, wishing her with him, when he sensed her presence, her footsteps. A sweet fragrance of frangipani wafted up at him and his throat felt dry with a desperate need.
He twisted the knob, turning off the water as he turned around, his hands reaching for the towel he had draped on the rail beside him.
She was standing in front of the rails, her back to him. A lei of frangipani was looped around her hair, which cascaded in curly tendrils over her shoulders. Another was looped around her neck, mostly hidden right now. And there was a third lei around her waist, leaving her back completely bare.
She was bathed in the silvery moonlight, the glare reflected off the pure white sand below, casting her in a shimmer that lit up her curves and darkened her valleys.
He stared in undisguised hunger at her perfect derrière, round orbs that she had covered in oil, glistening in the moonlight. And as he stared, his mouth dry, his loins on fire, she turned to face him.
The lei around her neck was bunched between her breasts, perfect orbs with swollen straining nipples, water from her shower still glistening on them. She backed away a few steps as her eyes locked with his. She smiled softly, but there was no longer any shyness in her as she stood looking at him. His Polynesian Princess, bathed in the moonlight.
He swallowed as he drank in her beauty. Those beautiful tight breasts, that lean stomach with the third lei slung carelessly around her waist. A few flowers hung below her waist, hiding her from his view.
She smiled again as she lifted her hands, caressing the lei around her neck before she extended an arm towards him.
"Come here" she said huskily, as her husband stood rooted to the spot, forgetting to dry himself, forgetting almost to breath as he drunk in her beauty.
Her voice broke his trance and he walked toward her, dropping his towel, almost as if in a dream.
They had been married for four years, she had borne his two babies, and yet tonight it was as if they had met for the first time, as if he had met a wild wanton Polynesian princess here on this beach in the South Seas, and she stood ready to entice him away from everything he had ever known or dreamt of.
She was his wife in his home. A home where they had been as sexually adventurous as they dared, surrounded as they were by family and children, but voices had to be muted and intimacy was restricted to their bedroom.
Tonight, she was not his wife. She was only his lover, his inamorata, the woman who had enslaved him, body and mind.
Tonight they would make love out in the open, amongst the waves, under the stars, and there would be no one to hear their screams of ecstasy. Tonight all inhibitions would be lost.
He was shaking as he walked the few steps between them, his feet seeming to move of their own volition, a siren song playing in his ears.
He reached her and she held out a hand towards him, before smiling and then slowly pulling back, her arms rising as she stretched her body luxuriatingly, creating a perfect silhouette against the night sky. Her lips parted as they stared at each other and she bit her lower lip,her smile fading as passion filled her eyes.
He knew what she wanted and he was eager to get drunk on his wife's beauty. He stood before her, his loins throbbing in desperate need, his arms aching as he took her beautiful face in both hands.
She smiled softly as he kissed her lips, gently, reverentially, her eyes closing as he moved his lips to her eyes, caressing her eyelids, sliding down her cheeks and then softly claiming her lips again, before slowly lowering his head onto her chest. She strained back as he gently kissed her tender breasts,his lips worshipping and caressing each inch, each curve, moving beneath and over her lei, as his hands continued to cradle her face gently.
She smiled as he lifted his head, then pushed him away gently as she stared at him quizzically, her fingers playing with the lei around her neck, twisting them against the bereft swollen orbs he had been so reverentially worshipping. Her fingers grazed her nipples as she pulled off a fragrant flower, throwing it at him with a laugh.
"I've never seen you do that before" he whispered in wonderment.
"What?" She asked softly.
"Be so open with me. So abandoned. And you were so shy a little while back. You seemed so nervous. You're just.... I never know with you jaan, you amaze me. You amaze me." he replied, heart hammering as he stared mesmerized.
"You have that effect on me jaan" she replied, staring at him with the same unabashed hunger. "I don't know what you've done to me Raman. Youve changed me. You've turned me into a different Ishita. Sometimes I can't recognise my own self."
"You've changed me too baby" he whispered. "But you're happy with me aren't you Ishita? You're happy with us, with who you've grown into, with who we have become? You don't regret any of the changes do you my darling? You don't regret us?"
"No Raman" her smile softened at the uncertainty in her husband's voice. She loved him so much. And she needed to prove to him that she regretted nothing about how his love had changed her. "I don't regret anything. I don't regret how you have changed me. In fact, I love it. Can I show you how much I love it?"
He nodded mutely his throat dry, then stood back, rooted to the spot in fascination as she pulled off the lei, forming it into an eight figure and then tightening the frame around her glistening breasts. Her nipples strained taut as she leaned back once again, her fingers stroking gently across her curves, caressing her nipples as soft moans of pleasure escaped her lips.
His eyes never left her, and his heart hammered in his chest as the throbbing between his loins intensified into a deep aching painful need.
"You're ...so beautiful....baby..." he managed to whisper, as her fingers moved down her flat stomach. She had lost so much weight in the past year, had never been in better shape than now and he knew that he had never seen a body as beautiful, never felt an emotion so sexually intimate, so deeply satisfying.
She smiled as she toyed with the lei at her waist, sliding her fingers over it, another soft moan escaping her as she pushed the flowers around her waist.
"Oh God...baby" he stared at her, hungry eyes watching her face for a second before dropping again to where her hands played with the lei that half hid her beautiful femininity. She had closed her eyes but now she opened them, and as he watched , her fingers pulled off the lei, dropping the flowers at her feet.
She was fully exposed to his view now and he watched in wonder, his breathing strained, his heart pounding, as he felt as if he would burst. His face was a picture of pure awe and as his wife looked at him, the love in his eyes was her undoing.
"Ishita" he whispered. "Why did you stop babe?"
"Sharam aati hai" (I feel shy) she whispered, looking around her, conscious suddenly of her naked state, and the open seas and skies around them. She moved self consciously toward him, eyes downcast, and he caught her hands in his.
"Oh baby you're driving me crazy " he whispered as he forced her face up to meet his eyes. "This shyness and this boldnessall at once. Meri Jhansi ki Rani, meri jaan. " She stared at him for a long moment, and then that shyness colored her face once again. She blushed and twisted away, running towards the day bed, sinking down on it as her heart beat uncontrollably. He strode over and sat next to her, his eyes feasting on her as the cool sea breeze washed over them both.
He couldn't help himself anymore. He had reached the end of his self control. He pulled her up to her feet and back against himself. His hard shaft brushed against her as he stood behind her, his hands sliding down her back and cupping her bare buttocks in his hands. She made a throaty sound but did not turn and he pressed harder against her, his hands sliding down between them as he fondled the perfect orbs, his fingers kneading and scratching, as he felt her tense up from his touch.
She turned around, pulling his hands up to her breasts as she stood on her toes, her lips claiming his, her hands grabbing his hair as she pulled his head down to hers.
He grabbed her even harder, his hands splayed over her breasts as he plundered her mouth, kissing her long and hard, even as her hands pushed down his back, grabbing his buttocks and pulling him closer.
They broke apart, gasping and she lowered her mouth to his neck, biting him fiercely as he cried out.
"God yes baby" he moaned as she bit him yet again, her hands scratching at his back as she lowered her lips onto his nipples biting hard as he shuddered in delight.
"You like it rough don't you Mr Bhalla?" She whispered and he laughed out loud.
"As much as you do baby' he whispered back.
"But I don't want you to be rough tonight Raman" her mood had changed again, the aggression gone, a gentleness returning as she reached out a hand to caress his face.
"What do you want my darling?" He would give her the moon and the stars if she asked for it. He would swim the deepest oceans. He would do anything. "I'll do anything you want baby" he whispered.
Tears filled her eyes as she stared at him, and he shook his head in protest, reaching down to kiss her tears away.
"No, Ishita, no my darling, why are you crying?"
"I love you so much" she whispered. "And we've been hurting each other so much. I'm so sorry I didn't trust you, I didn't ...I ..."
"Baby, no, all that is over, come here" he pulled her back into his arms his lips finding and hungrily capturing hers, and she kissed him back just as hungrily, her legs buckling as she lost herself in him.
He felt her tremble and he lifted her into his arms, their lips still locked as she wound her legs around his waist, her body straining against his. The feel of her body on his was his undoing and he started to shudder with need, as her hands moved down, caressing his taut abs gently.
"Make love to me Raman"
He kissed her again as he knelt on the day bed, still with her in his arms, her arms wound around his neck.
"Will you be comfortable here baby? " He stammered, as her tender breasts grazed him mercilessly, sending an intense need shooting through him.
"Make love to me Raman" she repeated, and he dropped her down on the bed, straddling her, his body shuddering.
Her eyes were closed as she lay before him, her arms above her head, knees bent as a soft smile played on her lips.
He leaned down over her, his lips again claiming hers as he kissed her long and hard, both gasping as he lifted his head. She opened her eyes again, her hand moving down his body, soft moans escaping her as she touched his hardness, her hands moving to cup his buttocks, urging him towards her.
"I need you Raman" her voice was a silky whisper as her hands continued to play with him, and he moved restlessly, sinking his head on her shoulder, biting her neck hard as she moaned loudly.
"Make love to me all night long" she whispered, her hands continuing to play with him.
"Long and hard baby" he gasped, trying to hold on as she dipped a long finger into his perineum, stroking gently as he started to shudder. "But not if you ... do that... baby... I can't bear it.... I'll lose control.... babe....stop."
He grasped her hand, pinning her down as he covered her body with his, then gasping in shock as she rolled him over, climbing up on him instead.
It was his turn to lie back and he did so in total submission as she sat on him, her legs akimbo, her upper body pressing on him as she leaned over to kiss him. They were both gasping when she pulled back and he watched with half closed eyes as she settled herself on him, her hands kneading his chest, caressing his abs. He could feel her softness on himself, and he saw her eyes close as she moved softly against him, her body trembling with each rub, each caress. Her eyes were closed and her lips parted as she continued to move on him, and he started to shudder.
The sheer pleasure, the total abandonment, the joy on her face. That was what he had wanted to see. To know that he could give her such pleasure was his ultimate satisfaction.
His need was getting unbearable, he could not hold on. He sat up, kneeling as he held her legs apart, positioning her on himself as he entered her swiftly, pushing deep and hard into her, as she arched back, facing him. His hands were on her breasts and he squeezed mercilessly as she pushed herself down on him, his shaft continuing to plunge deeper and deeper into her.
"Oh baby..." he cried out as she circled her hips around him, squeezing and contracting her muscles as she sought to draw him in further.
It was totally primal, under the South Pacific sky, the southern cross twinkling overhead and the waves crashing around them as he continued to push into her.
"Raman... Oh God Raman..... that feels so good .... Ramann."
He was in total awe of his wife tonight, never in a million years would he have imagined this side of her,this total abandonment that matched him in every single way.
He continued to pound her, harder and harder, her body jerking as she welcomed each thrust.
His hands and mouth continued to squeeze and bite and she cried out his name, just like he wanted.
"Raman....yes...oh yes.. don't stop...Raman....."
The shuddering intensified and she began to pant, moans replacing words as she peaked in violent wave after wave. He held her tightly as he finally gave in, his own body shuddering as he came to his release inside her warm cocoon.
It was many minutes before he could move and as he did he realized his wife had fallen asleep in his arms.
"My madrassan is tired" he chuckled as he lifted her up gently, carrying her inside.
"Shhh, it's okay, sleep sweetheart" he murmured as he carried her to their bed, and she opened sleepy eyes as she cuddled against him. She murmured again as she held him tighter.
"Thank you jaan" she whispered, and he kissed her softly. "Goodnight, my love" he said, as he caressed her forehead, his eyes shining with love.
She reached out a hand, intertwining her fingers with his.
"I love you jaan."
"I love you more" He whispered drawing her tighter into his arms. "I love you more."
And as he fell asleep beside her, he knew that now it would truly be a happy ever after for Mr & Mrs Bhalla, and their little family. They had conquered all their demons, and whatever life threw at them, they would face together. His madrassan and their little family.
A little family, which 9 months later, saw the addition of the littlest and last Bhalla - after all, actions have consequences and as Mr Bhalla told his wife, they did make the cutest babies.
The End
Hamen Tum Se Pyaar Kitanaa, Ye Ham Nahiin Jaanate
Magar Jii Nahiin Sakate Tumhaare Binaa
Hamen Tum Se Pyaar
Sunaa Gam Judaai Kaa, Uthaate Hain Log
Jaane Zindagii Kaise, Bitaate Hain Log
Din Bhii Yahaan To Lage, Baras Ke Samaan
Hamen Intazaar Kitanaa, Ye Ham Nahiin Jaanate
Magar Jii Nahiin Sakate Tumhaare Binaa
Hamen Tum Se Pyaar
Tumhen Koi Aur Dekhe, To Jalataa Hai Dil
Badii Mushkilon Se Phir, Sambhalataa Hai Dil
Kyaa Kyaa Jatan Karaten Hain, Tumhen Kyaa Pataa
Ye Dil Beqaraar Kitanaa, Ye Ham Nahiin Jaanate
Magar Jii Nahiin Sakate Tumhaare Binaa
Hamen Tum Se Pyaar
Hamen Tum Se Pyaar Kitanaa, Yah Ham Nahiin Jaanate
Magar Jii Nahiin Sakate Tumhaare Binaa
Hamen Tum Se Pyaar Kitanaa
Main To Sadaa Kii Tumharii Diivaanii
Bhuul Gaye Sainyaan Priit Puraanii
Kadar Naa Jaanii, Kadar Na Jaanii
Hamen Tum Se Pyaar Kitanaa
Koii Jo Daare Tumape Nayanavaa
Dekhaa Naa Jaaye Mose Sajanavaa
Jale Moraa Manavaa, Jale Moraa Manavaa
Hamen Tum Se Pyaar Kitanaa