Where Have You Been All My Life

4|Missed Kiss

This is not happening! Both of them repeated in their mind. When Ishita was in a fix of how she would cover up the situation and escape the embarrassment, Raman was still in shock. Did she just kiss him? He could not believe it. He could still feel her lips brushing his cheek and the spot was now burning red. He should not blush like that! How shameful Raman Kumar Bhalla...you're blushing because of that crazy woman?

He turned his back to her and covered the duvet over his head. He should be taunting her and point that she is not being able to resist him and how much an unashamed woman she is! However, he did not found it wrong to feel her lips on his skin. Well...that felt good and he sure going to enjoy this morning. He clutched his quilt closer in excitement.

Ishita was looking at Raman in astonishment. His unwavering behavior did not go well with her attitude. Here she just kissed him, and boss is in no mood to acknowledge! Did not he feel it a kiss? She creased her eyebrows. She bet her lipstick is still on his cheek and that was indeed a kiss. A kiss! Like really...! Was this an expected result of her doing that?

She should not be feeling exasperated on his ignorance. In fact, she should be happy that he threw a blind eye towards the incident and she had escaped mortification. Nevertheless, she could not feel those but anger for not getting to see any emotions on his face. At least anger...? Her eyes welled up and she sprinted out of the room banging the door behind her.

Once making sure that she is not in the vicinity of him, he got up quickly. He could feel his heart pulsating exceptionally wilder under her still remaining proximity that he did not like. She could not be having such an effect on him. He scolded his body that was not in his control anymore. Caressing his thrashing heart, he exercised some breathing sessions and finally controlled them.

"I won't let her do this to me!" He gritted his teeth and got down the bed to start the day on that initiate.

When he came down to have his tea, the entire family displeased him with their teasing scowls. Much to his annoyance, Romi and Simmi were all in making fun of him and he would have enjoyed it if it were not like this. Hell nothing happened between them! He kept the cup on the table with a loud noise that shrieked he is not in a good mood. Everyone fastened their lips and engrossed in their trades while he moved out of there to have a walk.

It was chilling out there and he was just in his track pant and T-shirt. He had turned to go back home to take out a sweater but his feet stopped on hearing some giggles from afar. He would not have listened to that usually but now this is different. After all, he owns the owner of that mellow giggles. Her voice is sometimes easy on his ear but mostly she pisses him off!

He moved towards the place and stood a little away from her. She was enjoying with her sisters. How much he hates the company of those madrasies! He closed his eyes feeling frustrated on his own behavior to eavesdrop his wife's babbling with her sisters. He is doing something girlie and he could not help but do it.

They were talking about men that caught his attention. Their eyes were set on a man standing a little away from them who was in formals and was looking appealing. He clenched his fist, glared at Ishita who was in her own world of relishing her tea with her sisters, and was ogling at the man. She should not be doing such bad acts! Is not it bad to drool over random men when she has a handsome husband who craves for such dirty her? His heart screamed at him and he did not like the fact that he indeed is craving for her attention.

"Jiju is handsome, right akka...?" Mihika asked winking naughtily.

At least his sister-in-law in the clan found him worthy of enjoying! He sighed satisfied by Mihika's words. She should not disregard Punjabies. After all, she had been in love with one and he had so cruelly destroyed her love life. Ermm...he is somewhat guilty! He nodded to himself and looked at Ishita. His hand automatically found its way to his cheek and slowly caressed the place of pleasure.