Back To Life ✔

27 | Revenge

I'm assuming this is the end of the story, and you can't really blame me 😄
So yeah, they are back to life ❤

Enjoy reading...

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Did not Ishita just mean she does not give a damn to her very existence?! Come on, she has been living all through her life to make people be aware that she does exist, hot and sexy; deserving and having everything a man hankers after. Sadly, once loved, Raman no more finds her worthy to lay his eyes on; not even for a second. She has long accepted it, but would she ever accept that she has accepted she has zero space in Raman Bhalla's life? No, never! The peculiar attitude of hers was the only thing she is holding all along, which is of no use, but yet, she would say n-times; Raman loves her, and Isheeta cannot snatch her Raman!

While walking out of Raman's bedroom, from where he ones threw her out, she whimpered; how could Ishita get her real place without any efforts! Well there, the place was always Ishita's, in real and she was just working on to own it. He never budged, but shoved her to a corner where he would never take a glance. She had gone through so much, pain, stress, and loneliness; you should understand her pitiful life, please? Shagun dropped in the bed and looked around. She was always a guest; an unwanted one to be noted; she hissed at that. However, she loves him (or she thought she does) and envied the woman that Ishita is.

"Hmm..." He hummed hugging her from behind. Ishita nudged her elbow on his tummy. "Ouch!" She rolled her eyes at his painful expression, as he lied on the bed, looking at her grinning wickedly. "What are you looking at?" She chuckled at his dreamy look. "I can't believe you're with me!" He sighed hugging a pillow as he drooled at her walking around placing his dresses in the wardrobe. "Wake up my child! You've been saying this ever since I'm back!" She clicked her fingers, before ruffling his hair. "It means you still need to work on waking me up!" He smirked. Did he mean anything more than literal? She crunched her nose at his remark and flicked her long loose hair to her left shoulder, running her fingers through the smooth curls as she pondered.

"I love when you're asleep..." She leered. "...and I love when I wake up having nightmares, so that you'd hug me tight!" He added crushing the pillow. "Raman!" She shouted stomping her foot; she would not win this argument which is utterly nonsense. "Have some shame!" He heard her saying when she walked out of the room; laughing at her annoyance, he relaxed. Pihu peeped in after a while and sat on his stomach. She has a big plan on their upcoming shopping. Shopping is boring; he thought wearily. He is already bushed and the next day what he would wish to do is to sleep like a log. Moreover, last night was pleasurably tiring.

"You don't have to pretend that there's nothing between you and Raman, by sleeping here." Shagun said when Ishita switched the lights off, sighing happily as she covered her in a comforter. She did not want to have a chatter with the one and only woman who always prompts the worst in her. "I wasn't pretending, ever." Ishita shot back coldly. "It was just that, you don't seem very important to know what's going on between me and my, lover." She finished grinning in darkness. Shagun could feel the mockery twitched towards her. "Yeah, whatever, Isheeta." She groaned; she should not have broached this topic.

"Well," There she started again. "Now what, Shagun?" Ishita gritted. "From when it's all started? I mean, uh...you both..." She trailed off. Having a seemingly polite conversation does not mean that this woman is a cherub; who other than her would know her better! "I don't exactly remember," Ishita trailed. "It's about a month." Shagun said crossly. She got the right count than Ishita herself does. "Oh..." She thought glancing at Shagun whose silhouette was visibly numb. "I don't like stalkers, Shagun." She mumbled. "I wasn't stalking." She denied, but wait, anyone could see it vivid that this woman was shadowing them; enough off-putting for her bright mood. She kept mum; just one more day, she would be gone. Everything would be back to normal, she mused.