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i hate simone you did not pm me
nice raman was shocked to know she is still virgin n she want to feel him too i love it
a request if in next part there will be mature stuff let me before from pm please
Originally posted by: sukanksha
WOW just WOW
I loved it.
P.s. When are you going to update kyph
Originally posted by: surabhiasthana9
Hey thnx for the pm.😊
Update was awesome 👏Waiting for next update
With lightening speed, Ishita jumped out of the bed. Fearing, Raman might come back any minute; stumbling and lurching, she hurriedly got dressed. Going in the restroom, she splashed her face several times with cold water rushing, from the golden faucets.
I have to quietly and quickly get out of here!' Ishita declared to the mirror, taking in the pale, shocked face, staring back at her.
Opening the door of the suite, she peeked out. Thankfully, the corridor was empty. Clutching her sandals in the hand, Ishita tiptoed - pausing at the top of the winding, marble staircase.
On hearing some sounds, Ishita hastily retreated behind the mahogany glass of frothy pink liquid. She disappeared in the direction of the library, at the back of the house.
Ginger ale! Ishita noticed. Raman had just ordered her favourite drink. Shove your bloody drink for all I care,' Ishita viscously whispered, going down.
At the bottom of the stairs, she paused... listening. Coast clear! Now all I have to do is get out of the main door.' Holding her breath, Ishita stealthily proceeded. Unfortunately, the protruding edge of the carpet went unheeded.
Ishita's foot snagged! Slowly but surely tumbled forward the sandals hurtled from her hands, knocking the large crystal panther off its place, on the adjoining table.
Super canary shit! Probably Swarosvski!' Ishita watched, horrified, as the piece noisily shattered into zillion pieces.
Sounds of the library opening galvanized her into action. Ishita dashed towards the door. As she twisted the handle to heave the door open, footsteps halted behind her.
Wildly, Ishita careened towards her car, barefoot and her hair flying. She grabbed the handle of the car door and yanked. It remained shut. Don't! don't you dare screw with me right now! Open! OPEN DAMN IT!' Ishita cursed, her fists and feet, tugging and pounding the car door.
Try using the keys, they might get the job done!' Raman standing behind, serenely suggested. He pressed his lips to keep the smile out of his voice.
Uttering another rude expletive, Ishita rummaged inside her purse. On not finding them, frustrated, she simply turned the bad upside down. Receipts going back, probably to the ice age, her niece's hairclip, cell and lipstick among few other things jangled down, rolling at her feet. Still no keys!
here you go, you dropped them inside.' Raman stretched his hand out, over her shoulder. The keys dangled on it. His lips remained tightly clamped; it was getting harder and harder to keep a straight face.
Giving him a nasty look, Ishita grabbed the keys. She quickly retrieved the hairclips and cell. Clammy hands fumbled to open the car door.
On seeing her condition, Raman felt compelled to offer, Maybe you should let me drive.'
NO!' Ishita screamed. Wow! You really sound hysterical,' currently, the only teeny tiny rationale, part of her brain observed.
The driver then?' Raman asked. For a reply, Ishita just got in her car and took off with screeching tyres.
Raman cursed and ran towards the garage. Punching the code, he opened it. Dragging his Turbine Superbike out, he stuffed his head in a helmet and took off after the red car. Ishita was almost out of the gates. He saw her miss the guard post by mere inches.
I know you are a speed junkie but this is a bit too much, even for you,' Raman bit out, shooting his speed accordingly. Both the vehicles emerged on the highway.
Ishita continued to drive fast and erratic, leaving in her wake, blaring horns and squealing brakes, and of course, the expected maa-bhen ki'.
Raman, maneuvered through the traffic following her at a safe distance, staying hidden, not wanting to spook Ishita any further.
Almost twenty or so minutes later, the red car slowed, coming to a stop near a roadside dhabha - one of the several spotting either side of the highway!
From the teashop, a bot in rags approached Ishita's side. He promptly fetched a glass of tea, her favourite kind, cutting chai!'
A few sips later and having tipped the boy generously, a calmer Ishita resumed her drive. The bike rider, way back in the rear view mirror, went unnoticed.
Soon, she pulled in the short driveway to her house. Unstopping, the motorbike passed her house. The rider saw Ishita get off.
Raman smiled, surprisingly buoyant. The Ishita he knew first ie The Jhansi Ki Rani had resurfaced. Hilarious, fragile, and sensuous enough to make a man swim an ocean.
Ishita in her part directly trudged to her room, avoiding conversation with any living soul. Locking the door, she collapsed on the bed. Oh my god, oh my god' she moaned loudly, recalling the erotic and demeaning encounter with Raman. I cant never face him again. Oh my god!' she blubbered, cramming her face in the pillow.
Ishita's cell phone buzzed loudly. She saw crazy cow', flash gaudily on the screen. Shagun!
Finally, when the rings stopped, Ishita grabbed her cell. The screen now flashed a message, '38 missed calls'. Curious, she checked to see who had called so many times.
One missed call from home, one from badi maa's cell, one from Dashmesh Dairy - why is the sardarji calling me?"and thirty -five from Shagun. There were several text messages from her friend. I cant talk right now, ill just SMS her, Ishita decided.
She was tempted to type, The old maid got almost laid!' but settled for, Don't worry I'm alive. I WILL CALL YOU! Go make your man happy.'
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