Where Have You Been All My Life

11|Hate

Ishita held her breath for a moment and watched those emotions flash on her husband's worn-out face. It was worry...then a realization of what he has just blurted out. He was feeling uneasy. She did not want to probe him and make him say it again; it would embarrass him more. He was not straight in his words but the meaning was visible. She loved that. She felt good to feel someone has been loving her unconditionally and that someone is her arrogant yet romantic husband!

She leaned over him when he looked away as all the colors in his face drained off for his divulgence. He looked wishy-washy. It was just a mere touch of hers that was needed to make him alive and go crimson, oddly. Her touch on his cheek made him exhale a chuckle sharply as he was trying to compose and control the situation. Though she has decided not to ask him, the infatuated other half that she was, could not hold back.

"What did you just...say?" Her voice expressed surprise and utmost happiness that send a shiver down his spine.

He could see the fire of expectation emitting from her eyes. He could feel something different in her touch. It was all because he in the heat of the moment confessed how much he loves her and how hard it is for him even to think of a life without her. He had lain bare his weaknesses in front of this woman who has become the weakest point of his life after his kids! He would never wish to disappoint her but he was afraid if he would be able to make her happy with the truth that he is not ready to accept for the time being. Not this sooner.

"I said," He gritted his teeth cursing himself for going off-guard. "I hate you." He stressed each word as he felt a lump of yearning to feel this woman in his arms, over his body, overpowering him, hardening his muscles.

She looked deep into his eyes when he said those words, letting his tears smear down his stubble cheeks. She could see nothing but pure love and passion for her. For her! She could not believe that someone has so much desire in his heart for her. That was an ecstatic feeling to be desired and to be treated like a queen. To be clear, he has showed through his dark eyes that she is his lifeline after Ruhi and Adi. She has seen the place that she adorns in his life that no one else has.

"I hate you too! I hate you sooo much...! " Her voice came out like a hissing of snake as she made a cute face, narrowing her eyes and letting her tears fall down her pink skin.

That brought a serene smile on his lips. He looked away closing his mouth with his palm and rubbed his lower-lip with his index-finger while looking sideways at her. She was holding the gear and looking intently at him. A moment of silence prevailed inside the car while both of them enjoyed the erratic rhythm of their heartbeats.

It was a second risk for both. They had failed the first time and were not ready to accept another opportunity ever in their life. However, now, they are here, indirectly telling each other how much they love and need their presence in their life. They were shocked on their own actions. They were one crazy couple who fell in love and acknowledged it in a very unique way of telling each other about their need to feel them. Nonetheless, this moment turned out to be stunning as they have took another long stride of giving their need another name; hate!

That hatred they had voiced was full of love. They could feel the deepest secrets of their hearts when they confessed or to be clear, shouted out what they are going through. Raman was baffled at his own behavior and the moment Ishita returned his love err hate, he felt he has reached the ninth cloud in a swift jump.

He looked at his red-faced wife and moved his hand over hers, intertwining it so smoothly. They were soft on them and this felt like they are touching each other for the first time. As he leaned over her and kissed her slightly parted lips, she moaned ever so melodiously. He pulled her closer and devoured the taste of her lips to his contentment while she gave in to his urges by moving her lips, parting them naturally, letting him in and out.