On Her Majesty's Secret Service ✔️

Redenzvous At The Taj (4) : Phir Teri Bahoon Mein.......

It was almost two am.

Raman and Ishita were back at home, in their bed, and for the first time ever, snuggled in each other's arms in the bedroom that had been the scene of so many dramas in their lives together.

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*Flashback starts*

They had fallen asleep in the hotel soon after making love.

Raman had barely gotten his breath back when he had started teasing Ishita about having made her admit that she was desperate for him.

"I never said yes to that" she had protested, snuggled safely in his arms.

"Well, I certainly heard you say yes. More than once" His voice was tinged with laughter.

"That wasn't an admission" she had protested. "I was only saying yes to....." Her voice trailed off as she realised just what she had been saying yes to, and she hid her face in his chest.

"Haan haan, ab chup kyun ho gayi? Batao na, what were you saying yes to?"Raman tried to pull his wife's head up, so he could look her in the eyes. (Yes, why have you become quiet now? Tell me, what were you saying yes to?)

Ishita had shook her head, simply burrowing deeper into his chest, giggling as she resisted his attempts to pull her up, holding him tighter. He had also tightened his arms around her, continuing to tease her, until sleep overcame them both.

Ishita had woken up with a start some time later, and noted with consternation that it was almost one am. She hurriedly woke up Raman, soothing him as he grumbled, smoothing the hair on his forehead, resisting his attempts to pull her back down into his arms.

"Utho na baba" she had pleaded as she jumped out of the bed, grabbing her sari and other clothes on her way to the bathroom. "It's almost one o clock. Agar ghar par kisi he dekh liya ki mein wapas nahi ayi hoon, toh woh kitne pareshaan honge, kahin clinic ja kar mujhe dhundne na lage"
(Wake up baby. It's almost one o clock. If anyone notices at home that I'm not back yet, they will be so worried, and what if they go to the clinic to look for me?)

He had grumbled and burrowed further into the sheets, but was sitting up by the time she came out of the bathroom, hurriedly pinning up her pallu.

"Raman" she had protested, pushing him towards the bathroom as he tried to grab her into his arms again. He had grumbled some more, but had complied, and some twenty minutes later, they were on their way home in his car.

Ishita's car had been left at the hotel, Raman arranging with the Night Manager to have it delivered to their building in the morning.

She had snuggled close to him on the drive through the mostly silent Delhi streets, loath to let him go, and he had held her tight, equally needy of her touch. The drive had seemed too short and before they knew it they were in Mayur Vihar.

They had tiptoed into their apartment, opening and closing the door as quietly as they could. Ishita had giggled like a schoolgirl at the realisation that she was sneaking around with her own husband. Luckily the house was quiet and they had managed to make it inside their bedroom without waking up anybody.

Once in their room, they had giggled softly with their arms around each other, wondering at how they had managed to pull their secret outing off, marveling at the fun and joy that their little game of stealth was bringing to them, and knowing that everything was an adventure when they were with each other.

But he would have to leave.....

She tightened her arms around him as she remembered he would leave again the next morning, and he sensed the change in her mood.