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5 | The Business

His icy hand thawed, her cheek cerise under his gaze and his slow caresses, leaving her captive hands to stroke it past her waist, he moved closer. "Ramannn..." She exhaled his name heavily, her voice raspier than ever that he chewed. Her upper lip sipped between his, as his face skewed, tasting her lithe flesh, tenderly. She was under his enchantment; he could feel it from the way she responded, supping his lower lips amidst taking deep breathes into his mouth. However, she was trying to take his hand off her bare waist. "Shush..." She hissed when she found his hand persistently creeping through her saree and roaming on her belly, making her worried about their surroundings.

He was getting irritated by her brushing his hand away. Does he have any rights on her to stop her from stopping him? They are nobody to each other; his heart sunk on the mere thought of her being a no one in his life. The moment started ceasing slowly, but what halted him completely was the intruder. The boot steps alerted him; he could not let someone see her like this! Possessive, he always was, as he leaned over, hiding her by him and peaked at the figure just walked in; Abhimanyu Raghav! He pinched her, looking at the man now standing shocked, "Ouch!" She cried, erotically; that could not actually hurt her but yearn for more.

Unknown to him his wristwatch stuck in her saree plaits; he did not care to take his hand off the spot from where she was trying to get rid of him. When he sighed, in mock-surprise, Ishita was still in her own world of cherishing the kiss, his touch and the naughtiness he always had when gets intimate with her. "Hell-oh! Mani!" Raman bellowed happily. He was disheveled to see Ishita in that state; the more he tried to have a close look at her trance state, the closer Raman went, blocking his sight. She was not in a condition to be beheld by him; Abhimanyu concluded.

"Long time no see!" Raman came forward, as he shook his hand with Mani, while Ishita gasped realizing her plaits came undone the moment he stepped away from her. The most embarrassing moment it was, for her, as she collected her saree and tried covering herself, which only Abhimanyu noticed. He darted his eyes to Raman who was grinning, thinking his act would create misunderstandings between "the couple" and they would apparently break up! Great plan but the fact was, they were not in a relationship; he did not know!

He could still not figure out why he loves Ishita so much even when he sees only one thing that she also been with another man, like Shagun did once. The situation was different! Shagun left for money but Ishita... She did not leave him, but he has thrown her out. He shooed her away from explaining and mend their misunderstanding. They could have been together if he was sane enough to understand her, or at least let her talk. She was broken when she left; if she found solace in Mani, it is not wrong! He knows, but still, he could not see her moved on. Let her be single like him; he fisted his palm, clenching his teeth, all the while Mani was confused whether he should go meet Ishita or prolong the talk with Raman.

"You aren't looking happy to see me Mani..." Raman narrowed his eyes at Abhimanyu. He was all set to taunt him but he was in no mood to listen to him. "Excuse me Raman..." He tried going but stopped when Raman groaned. "Remember she is my wife Mani!" He halted and shook his head in disbelief at Raman. How could she be his wife! Why suddenly? He wondered, facing him. "She was. Not anymore!" He felt him being heaved forward by his collars, as Raman's teeth grated against his face. "She is mine. Didn't you see..." He hinted the scene just transpired in front of his eyes. He enjoyed the way Abhimanyu's eyes went bloodshot. "You aren't potent enough to keep her with you." He provoked an already agitated Abhimanyu.

"You're going overboard Raman." He shouted. "She's no more your wife. So stay away from her!" He gave the ultimatum. "She's not your wife too, that you'll command me!" Raman retorted. "I love her damn it!" Abhimanyu yelled furiously, cutting Raman's ruthless divulgences. It hit the possessive man in Raman; only he could love her; he gritted and shouted in reflex; "Stop loving her; she's mine!"