Back To Life ✔

31 | Unwanted?

Finally!
I'm back with an update of this one. Gosh! It's been so long, you might have forgotten the story. I'm sorry about that 😭 You can scroll up and have a quick look and come back to continue reading. This part has few tiny leaps, but endurable enough, I guess 🙏

Dedicating to ishrayhm_divan tripura1091 Being_Sharmin

Hope you all will enjoy this part as well 🙇

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"Haan, I'm coming, betu." She shouted back, right against Raman's lips. Pulling away, he shot a furious glare, his ears bleeding after her bellowing; even so, he yanked her closer. "Leave me, Raman. I've to go." She writhed, his eyes boring her luscious lips, once again; hers shut in anticipation, and the skirmish went on when she was close-fit in his arms. "Not now," She blushed, trying to sound as stern as possible, in vain. No; she should not blush, please. She mentally slapped as she could see her husband's gaze shifting to her cerise cheeks. "Ramann..." Forewarning, she stepped back, leaving him transfixed.

Beholding her kids immersed in watching movie, she could not help wonder why they wanted her there. They seemed to have forgotten that they have just called her. Or did she take so much time to be on their service? However, not a minute later, both had another yell of her name, not at all caring if she is around hearing, but eyes fixed on the television. Raman was right, they are devils who would not let them romance! "What's it?" Hands on hips, she creased her eyebrows at them. "Ishima?" Pihu crunched her nose. "Ishima!" She chirped and sunk in Aditya's lap. "Ishima!" Aditya shouted happily and fell in the couch with Pihu on his stomach, laughing heartily. Her son has grown up and teasing his own parents! She just felt so!

"Adiii...!" She groaned. "Sorry, Ishima." He giggled, without looking at her but playing with Pihu who was busy trying to do him a nice hairdo taking the sky-blue clip off her hair.

There was nothing uneasy, suffocating, or discomfiture. It was just her parents who were still cold with her. Raman had been visiting them, having polite conversation, but she could not find the courage to face them. They somehow hurt her, she could not endure it; she did not want any more stress but be happy the way she was. Sometimes not minding other does not mean she is self-seeking, right? It was bliss! Aditya, Pihu, Raman; they were her everything and they proved would be by her side, forever, yes. Raman seemed to be trying his best to be the best husband, this time in everything he does; she snickered, only if he used to be. She knows, he always wanted to be, but sadly, he could not, but that was the past and he has moved on; they have moved on. Now he is different! They are different! Everything is different yet near perfect!

She paced towards their bed, drying her hair while he was busy in his mobile. He had his specs on; that looked cool, or hot? She could not figure out but, yeah, it was yummy enough. Taking his mobile, she kept it aside, turning back, she had pinched his nose adoring him. Chuckling at her, he gript her waist, tugging closer whilst she immersed in ogling at his face that was striving to nuzzle her neck; her hair tickled his bare shoulder, water dews seeping down her temple, to the pink flesh of her lips where he beheld a breath-taking smile.

"It's night." Whispering, she reached out for the bedside lamp. The way her wet hair splashed across his face, the way she moved up as his face warmed under her heaving chest, he sighed impassioned. Pressing her back against him, she tilted her face to him, pecking his jawline with no trace of lust visible; flair, he smiled. When he took his specs and extended to keep it on the bedside table, she grinned for it. The amusement lingered in her big beautiful eyes when she touched it, and the victorious grin evident when she wore it, he does not want anything more for entertainment; seriously! The memories it brought was tantalizing; they were so young and swooned in love, they could not confess back then.