New SS: Love.... Pt33B pg143 13/07 - Page 32

Worried, by Raman's demeanor as he has left, Simone suggested, You can apologize to him... through his mother.'

Is Raman alone there?' Ishita asked.

Yes! He is, apart from the servants of course.'

What do you think... you saw in the conference room?' ishita questioned, hesitantly.

Without any dithering, Simone answered, You getting intimated with a married man.'

Spurred, ishita got to her feet. Grabbing her purse, she sailed past Simone. Do you know where it is?' Simone asked, hurrying after her.

I could take you there if you like!' ishita retorted.

Seeing ishita and Simone's speed and expression, Shagun trotted towards them. Too late! The elevator doors shut , taking ishita away.

This slur has to be cleared.

Raman will hear the truth about the pervie, whether he likes it or not. The thought drove ishita. She did the thirty or so odd kilometres, ignoring the incessant ringing of her cell.

The guards at the gates on hearing her name, immediately let ishita in. she expected.

Driving through the winding driveway, ishita stopped next to Raman's convertible.

For few minutes, all she did was, stare at the structure. Never has steel and cement been as beautifully merged as they were here, to form a four-storey replica of the Pantheon at Rome. The sheer magnificence of architecture and richness at display was mesmerizing.

Getting out of the car, ishita hotfooted to the entrance. The regal door opened at her approach, a maid in uniform standing behind.

Mr Bhalla is waiting for you in the master suite!' she offered, quickly leaving ishita alone.

Muddled, ishita fidgeted with her purse strap. Why the suite?' she whispered.

Airport, flee to the nearest airport!' shrieked her insides, until they went hoarse. Ishita, gingerly, climbed the stairs, her heels clicking loudly in the silence.

The suite door stood open; ishita knocked but there was no answer. Having taken a few tentative steps in, she whirled, at the sound of the door slamming shut.

Raman leaned against the closed door, his appearance rakish and disheveled. His tie and suit jacket had been discarded, top few buttons of his shirt were open. His hands folded casually across his chest, only there was nothing casual about the way he looked at ishita.

See something you like?' Raman scorned.

Ishita quickly averted her face. Why did you call me here?' she asked, amazed by how calm she sounded.

For my share of the spoils!' Raman crooned walking past her, yet remaining dangerously close.

I don't understand,' voiced ishita, licking her suddenly parched lips.

How innocent of you?' Raman's eyes fixed on her mouth.

Lets go downstairs,' ishita suggested, swallowing. She turned away, heading for the door.

Lets not! Unless you prefer a table to a bed.'

A strong hand caught Ishita's arm. Raman hauled her close, so close that ishita could count his eyelashed, feel his breath on her face and smell the...

You've been drinking!' suppose to be an accusation, it came out like a gasp.

So?' Raman challenged, wrapping his arms around her completely.

Stop it! Stop it Raman!' ishita, put some distance, began struggling against him.

You're only helping!' Raman said. A cruel smile played on his lips even as unbidded desire flooded his eyes,

Ishita's face flushed, embarrassment or excitement, she was not sure.

Are you about to faint?' Raman intentionally, repeated the words from their very first meeting.

Please let me go, Raman. You don't want to do this, Ishita begged, striving hard to quell her own body's reaction to him. She was melting against Raman's hard strength; her arms ached to wrap themselves around him.

You, also, want me! Say my name, again.' Raman murmured, huskily, his lips working their way against her collarbone.

Crap! He remembers the spot, where ishita's last coherent thoughts, before long repressed emotions swamped her. Her eyes fluttered close and she unconsciously pressed deeper against Raman.

After what seemed an eternity, Raman's mouth claimed hers. Ishita moaned. Her body and heart gave in to the potent please, stemming from the touch of the only man capable of satiating her. Ishita had no memory of how they moved to the bed or when most of their clothes came off.

Desire blinded ishita to everything else... and she was not alone.

Raman's agenda of teaching ishita a harsh lesson was long forgotten. The sweetness and softness of her mouth and body blew him away. The more he took the more he needed. Ishita burned him away with her heat. Raman pressed her even closer, his mouth and hands frantically clinging to her; ishita became his last gulp of oxygen before he went under.

I'll make you feel better! Better than other,' Raman urgently whispered, moving to draw her under him. The words cooled ishita like a bucket of ice poured on her body.

Oh my god! Realizing the enormity of what was about to occur, ishita forcefully pushed at Raman, attempting distance enough to roll away from the hard body.

Clamping his arms even tighter around her, Raman raised desired eyes. What are you doing?' he asked, thickly.

Please let me go Raman... this is not right,' ishita reasoned, breathless and struggling.

Thwarted desire altered to anger. Don't fight me Ishita. I will finish what I started. When you are cozy with every Tom, Dick and Harry in the office why the prude act here?' Raman clamped Ishita's hand above her head.

You have got it all wrong...' ishita half-groaned, half shouted, desperate to cover herself up.

Then name you price! What will make you more like what you were a few minutes ago?' Raman roared. His dark eyes became darker, lust and anger riding strong within. He was feeling so hot that he was sure one could cook their eggs off his back.

Ishita gritting her teeth, bit out, I swear if my hands were free, you's be the second man I'd slap today!'

Raman for an answer pinched her wrists even more painfully. He lowered his head to take ishita's mouth forecefully. The gloves were off.

Raman for an answer going to see this to the end! Warning cymbals went off in ishita's head. Completely panicking, she blurted out the truth, This is a first for me!'

Raman paused.

Humiliated, ishita shut her eyes, turning her face away.

Clasping her chin, Raman brought her face back to him. Ishita had no choice but to meet the probing eyes, through the sheen of angry tears.

Are you lying to me ishita?' asked Raman, watching her gravely.

Do you want to find it out yourself?' ishita provoked, a tear trailed from the corner of an eye.

For a few long minutes, Raman continued to gaze at her; taking in the tousled hair, gloomy eyes and the ravished lips. Abruptly he rolled off her.

Mortified, ishita lunged at the covers drawing them over her, covering even her face. She heard him move about, probably getting in his clothes.

Whenever you are ready, come down to the library,' Raman said, softly to the shrouded body, quelling the titanic urge to join her under the sheet. He stepped out of the room, closing the door behind him.

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