Ishita smiled as her husband entered from the main door holding a small briefcase. Finally after a long, loud and tiring day, kids were asleep in their own room, giving them the much needed privacy.
She gently pushed him, pinning him on the closed door and wrapped her arms around his neck.
"Madrasan, kya kar rahi hai?" She pouted at his tone.
(What are you doing?)
"Kya?" She asked moving closer to him.(What?)
She slipped her hand on his hairs, pulling slowly to herself when he gave her quick peak and ran giving her a rough jerk.
It took her few seconds to realise what happened. She couldn't help but feel dejected, letting her tears flow she sobbed quietly.
*****
Raman groaned zipping his pants up after relieving himself. He washed his hand before closing the washroom door.
"Oh F***." He cursed before rushing toward the hall remembering his act.
As he saw her wiping her tears, he wrapped her arms around her.
"Am sorry Jaan. Bohot jaruri kaam tha, chal ab bol kya kar rahi thi." He tried rubbing his jawline on her neck softly only to get her glares as reply.
(I am sorry, baby. There was this very important work. Now tell me about what were you thinking.)
Giving him a jerk, she moved inside their room and closed the door at his face, leaving Raman with a pout.
*****
He he bichara puttar.😉
What do think, did Raman deserve the punishment?🤔
Regards
~Gia
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Ishra Drabbles
Fanfiction"Collect Moments not Things" ~Unknown Just some Ishra(Ishita + Raman) moments. But yeah you can totally read this even if you do not know who or what ISHRA is. Want to read finished stories? Do not want...
