Mr. And Mrs. Bhalla

21

Author's POV

The early morning sunlight filtered through the window, casting a warm glow across the room. Ishita stirred beneath the covers, her arm still draped lazily over Raman’s chest. As she slowly woke, she realized how close they had been all night, the warmth of his body providing a sense of comfort she had come to cherish.

Raman was already awake, his fingers tracing absent patterns on her shoulder, lost in thought. As Ishita shifted beside him, he glanced down, their eyes meeting. A small, sleepy smile tugged at her lips.

“You’re awake,” she murmured, her voice soft and slightly husky from sleep.

“Couldn’t sleep,” Raman replied, his voice low. He brushed a strand of her hair away from her face, his touch lingering.

“Something on your mind?” she asked, her tone playful yet laced with genuine concern.

Raman shifted, leaning down to kiss her forehead. “Nothing that can’t wait,” he said softly, pulling her closer. “Right now, I’m more interested in… us.”

Ishita raised an eyebrow, the playfulness in her eyes returning. “Oh really? And what exactly does that entail?”

Without responding, Raman rolled over, positioning himself above her, his weight pressing gently down as he dipped his head to capture her lips in a kiss. This wasn’t the usual soft, teasing kiss they often shared—it was deeper, more intense. His hands roamed down her sides, pulling her closer until there was no space between them.

Ishita responded eagerly, her arms wrapping around his neck, fingers tangling in his hair as the kiss deepened. She felt the warmth of his body against hers, the pressure of his chest, and the growing urgency in his movements. The room seemed to shrink, the outside world fading as the connection between them intensified.

They kissed with a passion that had been building over time, each touch more fervent than the last. Raman’s hands moved down to her waist, pulling her flush against him as the kiss turned into something far more urgent. Ishita’s heart raced, her body responding to every move he made, their breaths mingling as they momentarily pulled away only to dive back into another kiss.

“Raman…” she whispered, her voice barely audible between their heated exchanges.

He pressed a soft kiss to her neck, his lips brushing against her skin as his hands continued to explore. “Ishita…” he murmured in return, his voice rough with desire.

The intensity between them grew, and the teasing touches turned into something more. Their bodies pressed together, the tension building as their kisses turned into an urgent expression of their feelings. Raman's hands slid lower, and as their lips parted, they locked eyes, both breathless, neither willing to stop. The moment was full of passion, raw and uninhibited, the chemistry between them undeniable.

But just as things were escalating, Ishita let out a small, playful laugh, breaking the moment. “Raman,” she giggled, trying to catch her breath, “we really should get out of bed, or else we will be late for the office.”

Raman groaned, his forehead resting against hers as he tried to steady his breathing. “You always ruin the best moments,” he grumbled, though there was no real annoyance in his tone. He pressed a final kiss to her lips before rolling off her with a sigh. “Fine. But we’re continuing this later.”

Ishita laughed again, swatting him playfully as she sat up. “We’ll see about that.”

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Later that day, as Raman sat in his office reviewing some paperwork, his phone buzzed on his desk. He glanced at the screen—Mihir’s name flashed across it.