New SS: Love.... Pt33B pg143 13/07 - Page 6

Originally posted by: sush_avina

sabar karo sabar karo...

hehe sabar ka phal meetha hota hai😆

will update soon darling

thank u so much

Originally posted by: sush_avina

Will update ss on janani. ..

how much I enjoy reading ur comments...

will update soon

Originally posted by: --abha--

Hehe...let see kitna meetha hota h...
I am excited for evil bhalla...

Originally posted by: janani_divan

me too sush:-)
im totally enjoying this evil ravan kumar..
And espically his devil INTENSIONS to torture her.:-D:-D:-D
i dnt know y im enjoying this TORTURE KUMAR:-D:-D:-D

UPDATE SOON:-):-):-)

THIS UPDATE IS ESPECIALLY FOR YOU JANANI😉

Part 8

Aamna Samna

Feeling utterly hustled Ishita went inside. Simone immediately shut the door, closeting the two.

Weirdo!' Ishita muttered, softly, keeping the expression pleasant as she glanced in Mrs Shukla's--- or so she thought. You!' she whispered, rooted. Ishita's eyes widened , the blood in her veins stopped for a nano second and then rushed to her face. Surprisingly, the earth did not heave.

On seeing Raman after so many years, an unbidden and intense wave of pleasure rose inside Ishita. However, on noticing the searing anger in the narrowed eyes, it hastily roller-coasted into unease.

Yes, ME! Your, worst nightmare come true!' Raman spritely got to his feet.his magnetic presence towered the room.

I have to get out.' Ishita panicked, blindly pirouetting for the doorknob.

Raman pre-emptied her. A strong hand forcefully twisted Ishita's arm holding the knob. Pain shot through her hand and, reflexily she let go. He swung Ishita around, pushing the hapless girl deeper into the room. Stumbling and off balance, she barely managed to stay at her feet. Stunned by the aggression, all Ishita could do was mutely gawk at him.

Not so fast. I am not done! Get used to this. Beginning this very second when I say jump you jump and sit when I say so!' Raman bit out, his lips and hips clenched.

And what if I don't?' Ishita huskily shot back, gingerly flexing her elbow. The words just slipped out, like a pair of startled feet on a banana peel.

Breathing invisible fire, Raman came to her. Ishita speedily retreated, till her legs collided with the desk.

Raman jerked to a halt mere inched away. Ishita, unsure, looked down as she contemplated her option and exit routed. Jumping off the window, behind the desk held the most appeal, currently.

In a pinching grip, Raman grasped her averted face. Wincing, Ishita had no choice but to look into the dark hostile eyes. Because if you don't... your brother and his family's life, shall go down the gutter. I guarantee that!' he hissed, cruelly. Abruptly releasing her, Raman strode to the briefcase at his desk,

Leave my family out of this; they dint do anything to you,' Ishita weakly asserted.

Who cares?' Raman retorted, his back to her. Damn, I thought the years would have dulled the hatred for the little cheat. This time she will pay her old debts, vouched Raman. Grabbing a file, he turned around and threw it at the desk towards Ishita.

Read it!' he insolently ordered, taking a seat.

Ishita stared at him for a few seconds and he glared right back. Finally, the shaking hands, she grasped the file turning one page after another.

Ishita's trembling hands gave Raman some degree of satisfaction. Like a tiger studying its prey, or batman watching Robin (oops! Wrong emotion), like batman watching the joker, Raman's eyes remained glued to her bent head.

Having read enough, Ishita felt outraged, and accused, this is BS big-time! You've cooked it all up!'

I dint have to. This was executed entirely by your brother with no correction on anyone's part. Maybe treachery runs in the family.'

The harsh word against her family stung. Indians like Italians are every gung ho about their families. The latter extended the families into mobs and us into politics - same game, different names. Blinking rapidly, Ishita looked away.

Raman conceded, Unlike you, your brother had scruples. He did not sign the docs knowingly. The person, who master-minded the fraud, framed him. However, I am the only one who has the proof that could exonerate Your brother. Eventually a deal of this size will garner all kinds of attention, media, political and public.'

Nothing I say or do will change his mind; I have been tried and sentenced, Ishita concluded. What do you want?' she gave in.

Raman looked away. That was easy! In the past, she would have squabbled, argued and persisted until at least one of us had driven to the ground, he recalled.

Bringing his eyes back to Ishita, Raman said, I'm glad you realize that there is no point in fighting me. What? Are you ready to give up?'

Ishita kept her eyes downcast; she was at a loss of words. The hatred in his eyes pained her. These very eyes had burned for her in a different way.

Answer me dammit!' Raman thundered. Ishita jerked. What are you willing to do?' What are you ready to give up?' he repeated.

Anything!'

Raman continued to watch her, coldly.

Ishita in a voice free of any drama, said, Ill type my resignation right away.'

I don't want your friggin resignation. I could have had you fired any day, believe me.' A vicious smile hovered around Raman's lips.

Ishita's legs were literally knocking against each other; brain had taken the easy way out. .. coma. Thankfully the mouth was still working only enough to squeak out idiotic responses. What did you have in mind then?' she asked.

That is for me to know and you to keep dreading.'

Bada bhagwan, chota super shaitan! Ishita's mind was waking up.

SIT. Let's start with this!' Raman shot, pressing the intercom button. Simone, please get the memo I asked you to prepare.'

Ishita was tempted to make the cross sign.. prayers for peaceful passing of one's soul.

A few muted sounds later, Simone entered the room. In her hand fluttered a single sheet of type-written paper. Wordlessly, she placed it in front of Raman. Ishita glared at her, but the other women avoided her eyes. Kamini budhiya or paapi paet ka sawal hai? Ishita mulled

After quickly scanning, Raman signed the document with a flourish. Perfect!' smiling, he praised his secretary. after the ten o'clock meeting, please make sure all the execs and above get a copy. And before you leave, let Ms Iyer read it.'

Ishita grasped the offered page and listlessly read the memo, Effective from Monday, Mr Rochak Chowdhary, apart from his current designation will consolidate the design department of Ace advertising Agency, under his experienced leadership.'

Are you insane? Raman, you cant do this!' Ishita shrieked. Simone's eyes widened and Raman's narrowed.

Thank you Simone, you may leave,' Raman ordered. Once alone, he shot to his feet, striding over to her side. Yanking startled Ishita out of her chair, he threatened. Don't ever dare try to act familiar with me. I will dish and you will take, get it!' he barked pulling her even closer.

Ishita could not help but stare at him. Raman was so close she could even see the flecks in his eyes. His spicy scent swarmed slam-dunked Ishita. Her heart ached in sheer pain, and au contraire so did her fists glued to his sides. Fearful she might make a complete ass of herself, Ishita attempted to disentangle.

The strong hands continued to grip her. Ishita tipped her head to peek in Raman's veiled eyes. Few strands of her hair brushed his face. Fine, you dish, I'll take... quietly.'

Good! Now get out and do something useful,' Raman offensively ordered, virtually, pushing Ishita away. He walked back to her side of the desk.

Forcing her paralysed limbs into action, Ishita opened the door to exit, but then she stopped. Raman watched her, his expression annoyed.

With the door open, and one foot out, Ishita said, I thought you would have been over me by now.'

Fiercely Raman moved towards her, but Ishita had fled . Startled, Simone remained at her desk, glancing intermittently at the fleeing girl and then Raman. The latter stood there, gnashing his teeth.

Can I get you some coffee?'

Yes please. Make it strong and bitter!' Raman closed the door somehow controlling the urge to slam it.

What the heck happened to the plan of being cold and control. Few minutes with that wretched girl and everything goes sailing out of the window,' Raman cursed.

When were you ever in control around her? However, this physical aggression with a women is a new low for you, his brain lobbed back at him.

Why the hell does she still wear that darn perfume?' Raman vented to his laptop. That is when he realised that he was still thinking of Ishita. Raman gulped his coffee, welcoming the scorching liquid's heat.

Precap: 'Wow! you still think I'm the Meena Kumari of the family?' Ishita grinned.

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