Love had a different power which is unexplainable, it's an invisible bond which can tie you with someone with so much extent that it makes you vulnerable and strong at same time. Raman Kumar Bhalla faced two version of love in his 30 year life span, the one which made him act like lost soul and other which find and nurtured that lost soul, if one love made barriers in his heart other love made him break all those barriers. He learnt to read soul, and the most transparent soul for him is his wife who conquered not his life but also his world.
"I wish if you could learn to lie baby, you are an open book for me Ishita, an open book whom your husband can read even with closed eyes. I always knew why you wanted to come India but I'm sorry for ruining your dreams baby. Your Raman can put entire world around your feet but he can't fulfill your only wish. I love you" he dropped light kiss on his wife forehead who was snoring lightly but unlike her, sleep was away from his eyes. Removing covers from his body, he wore his boxers and shirt and started to gaze foggy morning of Delhi. He always loved Delhi, it's the place where he spent his entire childhood, where he completed his schooling, the place where he witnessed his father success. Delhi always gave him warmth until the incident took place in there lives which made him drift away from everything.
Knowing truth about his parents indifference and bitterness he felt like he lost a part of his heart. His love suddenly vanished and he felt a hollow remained in his heart. He knew how much time he took in coming back in reality, and all credit goes to his wife who became a constant supporter in those times and that was the time he realized his whole life depend over her and that time he promised himself to keep her happy in every circumstances.
The time she started to demand for India trip he was not willing. He always knew her wish but at same time he knew there will be no use for her wish. After facing so many heartbreaks and betrayals he understood some relations are better not to touched because no matter how much you nurture them you can't bloom them again.
He came near his wife again who started to stir from her sleep with the continuous vibration from her phone. He chuckled seeing the caller name. He knew the naughty clan will going to tease them till death. He laughed inwardly imagining his wife blushing face.
"Kiska phone hai Raman?" he slipped in covers hearing her mumble and snaked his arm around her waist which made her scooted towards him more, "Aapko neend nahi aati kya?"
"Happy Birthday Love" she smiled feeling his lips on her forehead and continued to snuggle against him. "Vaise kal raat ka celebration kaisa tha? Kuch reh toh nahi gaya tha na" she mentally smacked her husband who started his teasing sessions in early morning.
"Phone Kiska tha?"
"Vandita ka"
"Aiyoo...they will going to tease me like no tomorrow" Ishita blushed realising the no of teasings she is going to receive downstairs. "And this all happened because of you, bad Bhalla"
"Accha beta..." he arched his eyebrows hearing her cute complaint, in next second he rolled over her and pinned her beneath him, before she could protest his lips started his sweet tortures which made her moan. The morning passionate encounter made her drown in pool of desires until they heard a voice
Mr and Mrs bhalla if you are done with your sweet romance kindly do favour to come downstairs. We all want to celebrate our Ishu birthday. Thank you!!!!!!
"Ishh...mar gaye. Ab kya karenge Raman"
"Are biwi ho tum meri...bhaga ke shadi thodi ki hai tumse" Raman nuzzled his nose against nape of her neck which made her ticklish. She wrapped her arms around his neck and stared in his eyes which were filled with immense love for her. She joined her lips again with him which made him shocked but later he wrapped her in his embrace as he knew the mischievous clan won't spare them once he reached downstairs.
As soon as they reached downstairs they met with smiling faces of elders and straight faces of there beloved clan. Ishita hugged her Reddy and Arora families to seek blessings.
"This is for you Ishu" Mihika mother Soumya gifted her heavy gold earrings which were purely made in tamilian style. Ishita thanked them cheekily and moved next to Mihir Grandmother who gifted her platinum necklace as her birthday gift.
How can they sit silently Raman wondered while applying butter on his paratha. He arched his brows seeing there crazy clan who was exceptionally silent. He continued to eat his breakfast.
"Ishu..". Ishita steps halted hearing sugary coated voice. She turned towards other side and found Mihika Vandita who was smirking sweetly seeing them.
"Hmm..." Ishita hummed slowly and sat on one of platforms. She took Shravan on her lap who was in mood to coo with his chitti. Ishita wrapped her shawl around him se she thanked god for saving her from devil's.
"where you disappeared last night sweety?" Ishita shut her eyes tightly hearing first expected question by clan.
"I was feeling headache akka. So I went for sleep"
"Aah I think you even had body pain too, haina Vandu Akka?" Ishita narrowed her brows hearing Mihika.
"And why you felt so?" Ishita arched her brows again
"because I came To your room to wish you but all I heard aah...umm...no..."
"Chup raho dono" she tightly shut Shravan ears who was thankfully lost in his world. "And haan tum ko bhi yahi sab sunaayi dega kal raat...samjhi Ishita gritted her teeth seeing Mihika and Vandita who were laughing shamelessly.
"Chitti what happened to you" Ishita attention went on Shravan who was pointing towards her neck. She opened front camera of her phone and her eyes widened in shock seeing the hickey over her neck which turned red in overnight. She mentally cursed Raman for his another great work and buried her head to save herself.
"Bolo na Chitti kya hua hai? Ishita glared vandita and Mihika who were laughing like manic.
"Mosquito bite hai betu" she mentally patted herself.
"Mosquito kaafi bada lagta hai Akka, haina" before she could scold her sisters she found Raman coming there side with glass of juice, "Raman Uncle see Ishu Chitti ko kitna bada Mosquito kaata. I will bring odomos for her" Raman banged his head seeing everyone laughing on them while his wife was busy in throwing daggers on him. Before she could caught him Raman sprinted out from scene and Ishita face palmed herself.
"Ishu Akka you are damn cute Mihika" pulled Ishita cheeks which made her cheeks red which made her hugged Mihika.
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With the fall of another day, the evening started to reach on its peak when all the big business amenities started to make there way in Mihir Arora Sangeet function. Raman make sure to make the function equally lavish like other functions. The entire place was covered with green drapes along flower threads of marigold flowers and ashok leaves and in middle a big round dias was placed for bride and groom. Raman make sure to segregate veg and non veg food segregate for Punjabi and Tamilian guests while the drinks were arranged near poolside.
Dressed in black round neck Jodhpuri suit Raman Bhalla managed to steal another night with his charms. He make sure to stand along Mr Arora to welcome guests. He looked at his watch and sighted realising his wife must be busy decking up mini madrasan and not going to show up so soon. As he already shopped her evening outfit his eyes were yearning to take glimpse of his wife.
No wonder you are a love sick puppy
He mentally declared while welcoming one of there business associate.
"Raman beta thank you for coming. I don't know how do I managed to make things possible without you"
"Uncle I'm your elder son na? Then why are you thanking me? You always supported us whenever we felt alone" Raman hugged his uncle tightly and continued to welcome everyone until he spot his beloved brother coming towards him in peach colored silk dhoti and kurta along grey nehru jacket, Raman fondly hugged him and went along Mihir leaving Mihir parents at gate.
"Bhai when will Miku com"
"I should ask this question. Because my wife will only show up when your would be wife will leave her" Raman snorted realising his wife haven't met him from past five hours. They were busy in checking arrangements when his jaw dropped seeing his wife who was flaunting herself proudly in front of her aunt's royally ignoring her husband presence. Where Mihir chose to lead his wife on stage who looked extremely beautiful in green colored velvet one piece with golden embroidery. Soon couple crowded by rest of guests leaving dumbstruck husband to stare his wife.
Ishita who was very well aware with her husband gaze chose to ignore him for a while although she was extremely thankful of him for choosing exact dress for her, her sea green colored lehenga was light yet beautifully embroidered with intricate patterns while her blouse was long till waist which skillfully hid her baby bump, the net covering her shoulders and back was enough to shudder her but she know atlast she is going to have his arms around her until they reach there suite. She put another hair flick behind her ears while talking with her one of aunt who was praising her red kundan necklace like no tomorrow. Her aunt was nudging her to know the name who chose jewelry for her but sometimes she don't feel like to take her over possessive husband name in front of everyone because still peoples think perfect husbands is a myth.
"Madrasan you're going to make me mad someday she wrapped her arms around him as she felt him against her"
"Kya kar rahe ho hum public mein ha" Ishita chided while her husband was busy in checking her out.
"This dress comes exact" she blushed little feeling his thumbs over her back. No wonder her husband had great eyes to measure her. She straightened her dupatta and gestured Raman to come with her who was giving her blind eye.
"Chalo na baba. Aise acha nahi lagta ha"
"Chal lenge. Ishita you're glowing. Ab samajh mein aaya why women started to look more beautiful when she is pregnant"
"Accha and why that so" she asked cutely while wrapping her arms around his neck.
"When she is married she just carried her husband love but when she conceived she also carry her husband and would be baby love" Ishita downcasted eyes with shyness hearing her husband cheesy remark. She peaked his cheek in excitement and dragged him in middle of family to save from further teasing.
Otherside Mr Arora hugged his boss as soon as he saw him coming out from his BMW. Mrs Purnima Arora welcomed there special guests and helped her husband boss wife to wrap her shawl neatly, "we are blessed to have you here
"Congratulations on your son wedding" Omprakash Bhalla patted his junior back while making his way inside of premises, his eyes neatly scanned the venue which was beautifully decorated the way it should be, he helped his wife to come with him and soon they chose to sit in glass hall which was specially designed for peoples who can't bear cold.
"How's Bhabhiji health no"
"She is better. But she stopped taking proper meals nowadays but I know she will start taking her care soon" he wounded his arm around his wife who was smiling seeing the surroundings.
"Bhai sahab don't worry about me. We Punjabis are strong, we don't fall ill soon" Santosh Bhalla exclaimed while sipping water.
"But what do doctors said?"
"Nothing much. I have to go for few tests next week. Only after that they will start treatment" all nodded there head and rest of time Mr and Mrs Omprakash chose to greet there staff members who were present there.
"Bhalla ji we have to bless bride and groom as well"
"Yahi I heard mehendi and sangeet arranged in lawn. I will give these presents to them. You should stay here"
"No Bhalla ji. What will I do here?"
"Fine we will go together but after sometime. Till you sit with me only" Santosh Bhalla smiled fondly on her husband who passed her corn soup and started to drink it slowly.
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"Didi I want mehendi till my elbows, and do fill my fingertips with mehendi, and ya I want arabic style at back of my palm and Raman...where is this man?" Ishita searched her husband who suddenly disappeared from her sight. They were sat near dias applying mehendi, Ishita was weirdly excited for this mehendi function as after so long she is going to get opportunity to having mehendi.
"Where do this Ravan Kumar disappeared" she wondered while gazing mihika hands which were filling with beautiful intricate patterns. "Raman... she yelled his name as soon as she spot him walking with phone.
"See how much smitten you are, you can't stay away from me even for second"
"Ho gaya? All time bakwas. I'm calling you to keep my ring" she handed her solitaire to her husband.
"Kyon"
"I have to apply mehendi na. See Miku mehndi looked so pretty" Ishita delighted seeing her mehendi which almost applied over her hands.
"Ishita it's not necessary for you. Moreover it's winter. You will fall ill. And how will you eat dinner?"
"Are you going to apply mehendi as well?"
"What? Obviously no"
"Good. Then use your hands and make me feed. Moreover today is my birthday. You can't deny me for anything" Raman sighted seeing his wife making puppy face. She is very well aware with his weak nerves. He agreed half heartedly keeping her solitaire with him and soon her hands started to fill with rajasthani pattern mehendi. "Raman you know dark color mehndi symbolise husband deep love for his wife" Ishita chimed again which drove Raman attention who was busy in instructing something at call.
"Accha, it means my love will be measured with this mehendi. I thought your blush cheeks are enough to aware everyone about my love" she smiled feeling his lips over her earlobe. In next second she hissed when he bit her earlobe. She thanked god for not having Mihika with her, "Raman stop na"
"Pagal. Chalo complete your stuff then I will make you eat dinner" Ishita nodded her head and continued to apply mehendi while Raman left at there suite to attend an urgent call from Parmeet.
"Where do this Raman left" Ishita wondered after an hour while searching her husband. She applied mehendi as per her wish and now her stomach was growling which made her remind about her husband words. She looked at DJ dias where Mihir and his cousins were busy in swaying their legs along Mihika. The night was falling which was enough to made her shiver but she continued to search her husband saving her hands from peoples who were busy in enjoying night.
"Ishita careful. Where are you roaming carelessly? You should be careful kanna" Mihika mother Soumya held Ishita arms to save her from crowd. She smiled lightly and followed her aunt after steadying herself.
"I'm searching my Ravan Kumar. Pata nahi kahan chale gaye hai woh"
"What happened? Why are you searching him?"
"He told me he will feed dinner and now he disappeared" Ishita pouted which made her aunt laugh. Making her sit carefully she signalled waiter to bring food plate for one, "What if your Ravan is not here, your chitti can make you eat food too, haina? Ishita grinned hearing her chitti words, her growling stomach was not making much difference today. She opened her mouth to take morsel and like that she completed her dinner along her aunt.
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She thanked waiter for helping her in keeping her dinner dish on table and settled herself around ladies who were mostly wives of their staff members. She chose to keep mum and smile over hearing talks of there children, who said only toddlers can show antiques, with a mother child of any age could throw tantrums, there is no age barriers in relation of mother and children. Even after becoming mother 30 years back she started to understand depth of those emotions now.
She unlocked her iPhone and clicked one of page 3 media page which exclusively covered Mihir and Mihika wedding, a smile came on her lips seeing her son and daughter in law posing for camera. She was step away from her son but her feet refused to go the lawn side where she could expect her son presence. She knew her husband is still unaware of their son arrival to India especially there presence in that same event,she knew her husband won't appreciate same and she chose to keep mum.
She checked her surroundings and sighed in relief seeing her husband absence. She dumped her plate in bin and moved towards garden area which was crowded with youngsters and loud music, her weak eyes tried to search two known figures but she failed to do so. Her failing health and dark ambiance didn't helped her either.
"Are yaar I don't know where this man went. Sometimes your beloved Sir act like Ravan Kumar"
Was that her daughter in law voice?
Her eyes twinkled in dark realising the another voice which was there legal advisor Neil, who was with Ishita which was enough to confirm her suspicion.
"Ishita
Her steps halted hearing the known voice which was trembling today, in between the loud noise of DJ she could hear that teary voice which she heard after gap of two years. That voice which never made her used to but still gave her warmth of motherly love she witnessed few years back. She clutched hem of lehenga and turned at other side to confirm the source of voice.
She became lean in those two years, she smiled little seeing her husband mother who was staring at her with moist eyes, the magenta pink banarasi silk was neatly draped around her figure while her upper body was covered with pashmina shawl, she gasped seeing the dark circles below her eyes which was new for her. Seeing a socialist person as weak and ill made her sad. She wanted to lift her foot but her body refused to coordinate with her mind, the moment was finally here which she waited for so long. She wanted to call her husband but her voice refused to come out also.
Ladies and gentlemen, may I have your attention please? I have an important announcement to make. Today I have someone who's day I wanted to make special, my wife, my love of life. Happy Birthday Jaan, thank you for making me feel blessed, thank you for becoming a part of my life and making me yours. Where are you? Jaan?
She gain conscious seeing herself in spotlight, the crowd cleared her way and she can clearly see her husband who stood on dias with a five layer cake trolley, at one side her past was gazing her with hopes, other side her present and future was waiting for her to shower love. Her eyes welled with tears hearing people's shouting her name and her husband awaited eyes which were stuck over her.
"Come jaan, this evening can't be complete without cutting your birthday cake"
It's better to look ahead rather then seeing back
She concluded and ascend her steps towards her husband who was waiting for her to join stage.
Where one side Mrs Ishita Bhalla birthday celebration was on peak other side Santosh Bhalla chose to go there home taking her husband along.
"If you want I can contact to Dr Jain."
"I'm alright Bhalla Ji. Is that I'm tired. And moreover we have to come tomorrow na"
"Yes" she hummed in response and leaned over her husband shoulder. Closing her eyes she happily remembered her son smiling face and daughter in law blushing face. She knew apart from her, they are happy and contented in there own world.
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"Raman...put me down" Ishita squealed on her husband who was ascending steps taking her in his arms. She wounded her hands carefully around his neck to save his coat from mehendi and looked at him who was grinning over something
"You are my princess and I have all rights to pamper you"
"Aah... but I can walk by my own my prince charming" she dramatically said while laughing other side he gripped her more firmly and started to cover minimum steps left. Once he reached inside of there suite he made her stand and latched the door. Ishita smiled seeing her crazy husband and started to move towards vanity only stopped by a tug on her chunni. She arched her brows in question but at end she found him smiling with hint of mischievous.
"Raman" she almost moaned his name seeing him towering over him. She melted under him feeling his lips over her forehead. Making her sit slowly on bed he kneeled in front of his wife and kept her feet over his knee. She adored him seeing him caressing her sole.
"Kya kar..".words died in her throat when she felt his lips on her throat. She whimpered feeling his lips which were going towards her ankle after removing her anklets.
Keeping her securely over bed he moved towards his wife who chose to keep her eyes on her husband only, freeing her hairs from bun, he caressed her earlobe which were adorning with heavy kundan earpiece. Removing earpiece slowly he caressed her earlobe gently which turned red due to earpiece.
"Ram...'
"Shhh!!!! Sit straight. Otherwise your mehendi will be spoiled. I can handle this work well" she saw his eyes which were full with desires for her. She calmed herself and allowed his lips to do there sweet tortures over her soft skin.
Removing her earpiece next he saw her neck piece which almost covered her neck. He lifted her chin and his lips started travel another path from her chin until they touched cold metal. Removing it carefully he eyed at her thalli which reminded him about her words not to remember it whatever condition it may be. He could feel her rapid heartbeats but he loved to tease her, next his lips started to travel leisurely over her milky skin while his hands started to unhook her blouse. As soon as the net fell below from her shoulders his fingers started to tease her back, stroking her back he looked in her eyes which were closed until, he saw her parted lips which evoke his desires and within time he captured those in between his. Sucking them like anything he continued to stroke her skin until he felt goosebumps over her body. He looked at her face which was filled with sheer irritation of not touching him.
"Raman' she moaned another time when her blouse felt from her body leaving her in inners.
"Don't move baby, your mehendi will be on stake' he mumbled while nuzzling his nose against her shoulder. She gasped feeling cold air over her skin which soon replaced by his lips, the small nibbling were enough to mount her hormones, she groaned another time when he started to suck her skin.
"Stop teasing me...' she panted another time which made him chuckled, he moved towards her belly which reminded him about the blessing they were going to have. He started to pepper small kisses over her swollen stomach which made her smile in between ecstasy.
"I love you" he declared his love again while shedding his clothes beside her, next after dimming lights he clutched her hair's and deepened kiss which made her feel completed. He kept her lips engaged with him until he shed last garment from her body, next he knew there moans were only thing which filled there room whenever there bodies merged.
"Happy Birthday Madrasan" she hummed slowly after some hours hearing her husband sleepy voice.
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