Ishita gives birth to tiny Ishaan, but Raman and Ishita are no longer together.
Please read to see how they meet each other again and fall back in love.
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"Brace yourselves for the emotional and steamy reunion of Ishita and Raman in upcoming parts. Stay updated."
I open the door pretty surprised to see the whole house in darkness and silence. I enter but still no one is here. I go to my room and get quite a fright to find it locked. I reach to open Raman's door to find some candles or a torch, knowing he would still be at work.
I open it and a strong smell of lavender and fresh lilies spike feelings in both my nose and my heart. Raman, I think, it's obviously him. I enter to see the whole room shining with the scented candles lit all around the room. I hear the room door being locked and turn to face Raman, standing a few feet away from me. This closeness feel unreal, after so long, I feel my heart thumping and my heavy breaths can be heard in this silence.
I close my eyes quickly to pacify my heart that this is all a figment of my imagination only to be slapped by reality that this is indeed real. He comes closer, a naughty smirk on his face. That naughty smirk brings so many memories back. Oh no Raman.
He takes my hands into his and I see the smirk turn into a stern expression with a lowered head and when he lifts it, I see his eyes full of tears. His eyes and his tears reflect his pain, his vulnerability, his longing, everything. That makes me so weak, I clench my hands hard to resist the urge to wipe his tears.
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"Ishita", his voice bursts thousands of feelings in my stomach, my heart, my blood. The voice seems to resonate in the silent room and unknowingly a whimper leaves my throat and suddenly tears start welling up in my eyes. In some seconds, I find myself crumbling to the ground wailing in the arms of my love. All the anger seem to dissapear and we both cry our pain in each other's arms.
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We both are red and sweaty when we lift our heads. Swelly eyes but smiles on our faces. I stand up and start talking about how unjust he has been to me… "Raman, what do you think that lighting some candles and sending everyone out would pacify me ? You left me alone in moments when I needed you the most… and what do you have to say about this ?
