IshRa Room (At Night)

Ishita was engrossed in a romantic novel by her favourite author, which Raman had got for her this morning, when she found someone snatching it away. Of course it was Raman!

"Kya hai Raman? Itna interesting plot chal raha tha" she complained.

"Usse zyada interesting cheez tumhare samne baitha hai aur tumhe novel ki padi hai?" he gave a lop-sided smile.

"Kahan? Mujhe to kuch nazar nahi araha" she feigned innocence.

"Lagta hai kal phir se tumhe Doctor ke paas le jaana padega. Pair ke sath sath dimag aur nazar bhi kamzor hogayi hai tumhari"

Ishita laughed out loud.

"Hasna band karo. Bahut rath hogayi hai. Massage karna hai. Phir so jana"

"OK Boss"

Raman got the warm oil for her massage and placed it on the table near the bed.

"Rinky kahan hai Raman?"

"Wo so gayi"

"Usne kaha tha ki wo massage karegi. Phir so kaise gayi?"

"Ab sone keliye bhi tumhari permission leni padegi kya?"

"Nahi mera matlab wo nahi tha"

"Phir kya matlab hai tumhara?"

"Ab massage koun karega?"

"Tumhari nazar sach me kamzor hogayi hai yaar. Mere X-Ray glasses laga lo. Samne muft me massage dene keliye hatta kata pati baitha hai aur tumhe nazar nahi arahi"

"Par Raman aap kaise?"

"Kaise matlab kya? Tumhe uthane ke baad bhi mere hath sahi salamat hain" he showed both his hands to her.

"Par Raman..."

"Kitna bolti ho yaar! Kash zaban me haddi hoti aur wo fracture hojata to mere kaanon ko to kam se kam sukoon mil jatha"

"Kuch bhi logic? Magar poore confidence se!"

"Mai aisa hi hun. Har kaam confidence se karta hun. Ab tu bilkul chup karke baithna warna isi tel se tumhe nehla dunga jaise Diwali pe mujhe nehlaya tha"

Ishita became quiet for she knew her husband could actually do what he said.

Raman sat near her legs and extended his hand towards the end of her saree near her ankle. Ishita had not realized until then that do get the massage done her legs would have to be exposed, which she had never done before.

Raman was about to push the saree above when Ishita held his hand. She begged with her eyes not to proceed. Raman could clearly read her expressions. This sudden intimacy was making her nervous. They had been close, hugged, almost kissed yet this was something different.

Raman looked into her eyes and said "Mujhe Haq Hai"

Mujhe Haq Hai

His words expressed a command and his gesture was more of a request. He was waiting for her response.

She slowly left his hand that she had held to stop him and said "Tumhe Haq Hai"

Piyaaa Piyaaa

Piyaaa Piyaaa

Bole Mere Jiyaaa

Tumhe Haq Hai

Tumhe Haq Hai

Tumhe Haq Hai

Raman smiled at her response and gently pushed her saree upto her knees. Ishita closed her eyes as his touch played havoc with her senses. Raman's condition was no better. For the first time he was seeing her long bare legs. As he moved his slender fingers over her creamy skin, his eyes filled with passion. Yet at this moment he knew better than losing control and so he concentrated on the task in his hand.

Ishita slowly opened her eyes to find her husband skillfully moving his fingers on her legs making sure it did not hurt her. She could see passion in his eyes but also realized that he was controlling his urges. Although they had almost confessed, he had never forced her to get intimate. She was glad to have such an understanding husband.

Raman was done with the massage, wiped his oil-smeared hands and tied the plaster on her ankle. The caring and understanding nature of her husband had deeply touched Ishita's heart and she could not help but express her love to him"I Love You" she declared.

An unexpected confession made Raman to look at her "Kya?" he asked unsure of what he heard.

"I Love You Raman" she repeated.

"Ye mai kya sun raha hun? Madrasan ne haar maan li?" Ishita had given up by saying the 3 golden words. Unbelievable!

"Ye Madrasan is caring Punjabi ke samne haar gayi"

"Pakka? Mujhe yaqeen nahi horaha. Kahin tum mujhe distract karne keliye to nahi keh rahi?" he asked doubtfully.

"Apki tarah nahi jo mera attention divert karne keliye in feelings ka mazak banaye . Mere feelings genuine hai." she said agitated.

"Attention divert karne keliye mazak kiya tha. But feelings mere bhi genuine the"

"Kya matlab?"

"Yahi ke Mazak to maine kiya tha par jo bath maine kahi wo sach tha. Mai tumse tab bhi pyar karta tha, ab bhi karta hun aur hamesha karta rahunga" he said seriously.

Ishita stared at him unbelievingly. There was no clue of mischief in his eyes or gesture. She was overwhelmed with his confession and she came forward and hugged him. Raman immediately closed his arms around her and tightened the grip.

Dhal Rahi Pighal Rahi

Yeh Raat Dheere Dheere

"I Love You" they said in unison. Lips curved and eyes welled up.

Badh Rahi Hai Pyaar Ki

Baat Dheere Dheere

They stayed in each other's embrace for infinite hours. Raman's lips were resting at the nape of Ishita's neck. He placed a soft kiss there and Ishita let out a gasp. Raman's hands travelled form her shoulders to the wrist. The crankling of the bangles made Raman aware of his actions and he loosened his grip around her breaking the hug slowly.

Ishita stopped him, held his hand and moved them on her bangles signalling him that she was ready to take a step ahead in their relationship rather complete their relationship.

Chudiyan Gun Guna Ke

Kya Kahe Sajnaa

Yeh Chudiyan Gun Guna Ke

Kya Kahe Sajnaa

Raman cupped her cheeks and lovingly said "Aaj nahi Ishita. Aaj rath tumhe aram ki zarurat hai. Mujhe us rath ka intezar hai jab mai tumhe rath bhar sone nahi doonga. Us rath hamare beech na koi plaster hogi na koi deewar. Bas chand ki roshni, mai aur tum"

Raat Ki Raat Jagau
Mujhe Haq Hai
Chand Poonan Ka Churaaoo
Mujhe Haq Hai

Raman stood up to switch off the lights.

"Raman"

Piyaaa Piyaaa
Piyaaa Piyaaa
Bole Mere Jiyaaa

He stopped in her tracks and turned towards her.

"Ab us rath ka intezar aapse zyada mujhe hai"

"Achha? Wo kyun?" he asked amused at her bold declaration.

"Kyunki..." she bit her lip and lowered her head.

"Kyunki?" he asked impatiently coming closer and lifting her chin with his right index finger.

"Tumhe Haq Hai"

Tumhe Haq Hai
Tumhe Haq Hai
Tumhe Haq Hai

Raman smiled wholeheartedly. He kissed her forehead "Good Night" he said helping her lie down and covering her with the duvet.

He went towards the couch, took the duvet and pillows that he had placed there for himself, kept them back in the cupboard and switched off the lights.

He joined her on the bed and cuddled into her duvet saying "Mujhe Haq Hai"

She snuggled closer, placed her head on his chest and put an arm around him saying "Mujhe Haq Hai"

An uneventful morning can lead to an eventful night when you are surrounded with Love and Loved ones.

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