On Her Majesty's Secret Service ✔️

The Plan - Secret Lovers

Ishita picked up her phone...

"Jaan" she said softly. "Aap hi ko yaad kar rahi thi..."
(Baby. I was just thinking about you....)

"Ishita" his brisk businesslike tone told her he was not alone. "Mihir and I are on our way to Noida. We have a bit of time, so I am just going to drop in to sign those papers for Ruhi's school that you were talking about."

There were no papers to be signed. Ishita knew that her Raavan Kumar was just looking for an excuse to see her alone, but she couldn't resist teasing him, given that he couldn't respond in kind with Mihir listening in.

"A bit of time?" She asked him softly, her voice silky "Will there be enough time for what I want?"

She heard him draw his breath quickly. "Ahmm...." He stammered.

"Do you know what I want" she continued teasing him.

Raman wished with all his might that Mihir would evaporate into thin air, so he could ask his sexy Jhansi Ki Rani just what she wanted and then describe to her exactly how he intended to give her what she wanted, what he had in mind for her, but no, the laws of physics were against him. Mihir remained comfortably behind the steering wheel, listening to his Raman bhai speaking to his Ishita bhabhi, not even making a pretense of not listening.

"I'll be there soon Ishita" he managed to find his voice and ended the call.

Damn the woman, he thought, shifting uncomfortably in his seat, surreptitiously wiping the beads of sweat that had formed on his upper lip.

Didn't she know what effect she had on him? Of course she did. She knew exactly what it would do to him, her teasing him in that way when she knew he couldn't respond. Well, wait untill he got her alone, he'd give her what she wanted all right.

Ishita's smile turned into a blush as she put her phone down. He hated it when she got the better of him, so once he got here, he would be raring to show her who was the master in their relationship. Well, she didn't mind. She didn't mind at all.

She hummed softly as she pulled down the blinds covering the glass partitions to her office, wondering just how soon he would get there, then pulled open the door and walked up to the reception desk.

"Sarika" she addressed the smiling receptionist,  noting that there were no patients waiting. " Raman is coming over soon. Please send him directly to my office"

She then walked back into her room and sitting at her desk, waited for her Raavan Kumar to show up...

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It was barely 10 minutes later that Ishita heard a firm knock, followed by the door to her office being flung open.

Ishita had spent those ten minutes in an agony of sweet anticipation - she did not mind admitting how much she missed the touch of her Raavan Kumar- now that she finally had a chance to spend some time with her husband, the ecstasy and agony of their encounter a month ago would not stop running through her mind. His touches, his kisses, the feel of his hard body, those lips crushing hers.....

She looked up as the door flew open, registering the sight of her debonair husband with hungry eyes. He looked so damn sexy in his navy suit and a crisp white shirt, a carelessly knotted striped tie completing his look. She wished suddenly that she had something more exotic on than her usual everyday sari, but the look in his eyes did not register any disappointment, mirroring instead the raw hunger in hers. His eyes held hers in an intense lock as he closed the door, turning the lock as he did so.

Ishita remained sitting in her chair. Still holding his gaze with hers, she picked up the phone and with the ease of long practice, hit the button for reception, as he walked towards her.