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19 | Live-in

"You're a bad madrasan, you know that?" He chuckled turning around. Her grin growing wider as she crawled in the bed, reaching out to ring her arms around his neck, as he yanked her on him, keeping his hands firm around her waist. "How bad?" Her voice devoid of seriousness, as it caressed the hollow down his sharp jawline. He had a clean-shaven figure, though the stubbles budding alluringly on the tasty skin of his face were the first thing she laid eyes on, other than his overly exposed chiseled body. Her fingers busied in caressing his chin, his cheek, and the sweaty locks that enticingly stroked in between her fingers. "Very bad!" A pining shrilled down her spine, reaching the back of her neck; it soon turned her cheeks cerise.

"I thought you're so worked up!" She cut in, glinting mischievously. "That still I am!" He groaned. "So worked up!" It was huskier when he bit the squishy flesh of her earlobe; she gripped him tighter, trying not to give in to the very first approach itself. She could take some time heating themselves up, and taking the pleasure only he could give. Better stick to the matter other than the foreplay he was admixing in the discussion. There, she knows, he was honest with his answer but then, he was shielding the real feelings. Even she knows she acts inconsequential, but at least she has the guts to express what she feels, which sadly the Raman Kumar Bhalla does not have. He wants things to be straight but acts askew!

"Raman..." Her voice stern. Not at all like a bedroom one; he rose a bit and glimmered. "I had enough arguing Ishita!" He groused before burying his face in her curls, those lied on her shoulder. "I want you to talk Raman..." She probed. "We can talk and do things! My mouth isn't busy all the time, yes?" Eyebrows creased, he was adorably pissed off by her interruptions. Well, the reason why he came over here is to get rid of the woman who gets on his nerves at home and she did the same for his dismay. Still, he would not mind, because he loves her and apparently, she took the advantage; she did not mind though!

"Yes, it's not. But you can't expect me to hear, if you do this!" It was the fact. She could not help but feel embarrassed. It doubled the hue on her cheeks and strangely, she could feel her entire skin emitting heat; flushed. He rolled on his back with a smooth snicker lingering in his croaky throat. "That was tempting, but you seem to be ignorant meri jaan...!" He pulled her right cheek, completely losing it even when he wanted to keep their talk moving, until they settle to something. "Wh-what did you call?" Her eyes rolled, dumbfounded, she leaned over him. Her fingers once again playing around his prickly stubbles before turning his face to her. "Madrasan!" He giggled. Hell, he giggled! How would she hold back from pecking his juicy lips those moistened because of his constant nipping on them!

"You said you want me to talk!" He snapped pinning her down. "Then you should maintain rude face!" She retorted actually. That would be better to keep her entire anatomy away from him. "Alright!" He sighed lying back again. "What should I say?" He knows what he should but was not ready! She caressed his hair, easing him a little before tensing him with her sudden inquisition. "I know you doubt me, aren't you?" He shot an are-you-out-of-your-mind look that could only earn a knowing smile, meager and worn out. "Whatever I said about you and Shagun, was extremely nonsense and I didn't mean a letter!" She said pecking his temple. "I know, after all you were cranky since morning." He sighed tolerantly.

"So we're good?" She queried as she sat up, drawing his head in her lap. She relaxed in the headrest while he played with her fingers, feeling light as her free hand explored his hair. "No, we're not." He said softly. "That's what I want you to talk about..." Finally, she could manage to get to the point; she sighed inwardly. "And why is it?" Her voice apprehensive, even though she knows the reason. "Shall we talk tomorrow?" He stretched, indicating he is sleepy. "Procrastinating won't do well to us Raman. You're not being yourself." She could not compose her tone that rose, a bit stern and authoritative that would officially wake up the monster in her ex-husband!