Raman & Ishita
Raman sat on the sofa, his head in his hands, watching as his wife danced away merrily with his daughter and sister.

"Oye Puttar, tu aise kyun baitha hai? Yeh le zara loaded pee le aur ho ja shuru" (Hey son, why are you sitting so quietly? Here have some loaded and get started) his mother nudged him in the ribs and handed him a glass of amber liquid as she settled beside him.

"Waise aaj meri bahu bade maze utha rahi hai. Aisa kya kiya tu ne dinner par huh? Loaded toh nahi pila diya usko? " (By the way, my daughter in law is having a lot of fun tonight. Just what did you do to her at dinner, huh? Are you sure you didn't give her some loaded?)

"Kya ma, aap bhi" (What mom, you too) he muttered darkly as he watched his wife morosely. The touch of her tender skin still caressed his arms, the taste of her lips was still tantalizingly sweet on his tongue, her scent was still a fragrance wafting before him.

He groaned with frustration, as the object of his desire suddenly turned and pirouetted over to the sofa.

"Ramaaan" she caressed his name in a breathless giggle, as she put out a hand toward him. "Aap yahan kyun baithe hai. Aao dance karo na" (Ramannn. Why are you sitting here? Come and dance)

"No" he retorted shortly, gulping down his drink.

"Mummyji" Ishita pouted, turning toward her beaming mother in law. "Dekho na, Raman dance nahi kar rahe hai mere sang"( Mummyji, look, Raman won't dance with me)

"Hoy Raman, khotiya, jaa na, teri biwi dance shance karna chahti hai" (Hey Raman, idiot, go, your wife wants to dance) Toshiji aimed an affectionate mock slap at her son.

Raman turned his attention from his drink to his wife. Mummyji's drinks were having their inevitable effect on him, turning him mellow and erasing his surliness. He smiled up at Ishita, remembering her promise to dance for him.

"Dance toh tumhe karna tha madrasan, sirf mere liye" (You were supposed to be dancing madrassan, and only for me) he growled, standing up and grabbing her proferred hand. He followed her to where their daughter was happily prancing around with Shravu, Simi, Bala, Mihika, Mihir and Romi.

" Bhai aagaye" (Bhai is here) Romi yelled, dragging him into the crowd.

Raman moved to the beat of the music, grabbing his little daughter into his arms, his eyes fixed on his wife.

"Ruhi beta" he addressed his little girl. "Aap toh so gayi thi na, phir kaise jaag gayi?" (Ruhi darling, you had gone to sleep. So why did you get up?)

"Papa, Romi chachu ne kaha ki hum party karte hai, kyunki Adi bhaiya ab ghar aayenge" Ruhi was starting to droop a little and snuggled into her fathers arms. (Papa, Romi chachu said let's have a party to celebrate Adi bhaiya coming to live with us)

"Accha ab enough party, I think it's time for bed. Bahut raat ho chuki. Ishita" he called out to his wife, who had her arms entwined around Simi and Mihika, and was busy doing what appeared to be a cross between the cha cha cha and the bharatnatyam."Ruhi sona chahti hai. I'm taking her" (Ok, now enough party, I think it's time for bed. Its very late. Ishita, Ruhi wants to sleep, I'm taking her)

Ishita tripped over to her husband and daughter and dropped a fond kiss on Ruhi's cheek. "Kya aaj papa aap ko sleep sleep karenge Ru beta?" (Will papa put you to sleep tonight Ruhi baby?)

"Papa ki stories Ruhi ko kahan pasand" Raman retorted before Ruhi had the chance to say anything. "Ruhi ko toh sirf Ishima se story sunna hai. Mein isse le kar jaata hoon, tum aa jaana ten minutes mein, story sunnane" (Ruhi doesn't like papa's stories. Ruhi only wants to hear stories from her Ishima. I'm taking her, you come and join us in ten minutes, to read to her)

And with that Raman escaped with his princess in his arms, before she could tell her Ishima that she was perfectly happy with papa's stories, and in any event, she was too sleepy for any stories.

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It was twenty minutes later.

Ruhi had fallen asleep almost as soon as her head hit the pillow, and Raman had tucked her up lovingly before retreating to his own bedroom.

He had spent the past few minutes lighting candles and arranging things in his room. Now for the difficult part, getting Ishita to join him.

He went out into the hall, smiling and shaking his head at the scene before him.

Mummyji was snoring on the sofa, next to a drowsy papaji. Amma, appa, Vandu, Mihika, Bala and Shravan were nowhere to be seen, having presumably given up on the festivities. Only Simmi, Romi, Mihir and the indefatigable Ishita Bhalla were still dancing merrily, now in a conga line. They grabbed at him as he walked up to them, but he evaded the clutching hands and pulled his wife aside.

"Ishita, Ruhi is waiting for you" he took her hand and started to walk up the stairs, calling behind as he went " Goodnight, ab tum sab bhi so jao." (Goodnight, all of you go to bed too now)

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"Ruhi hamaare kamre mein hain kya Raman?" (Is Ruhi in our room Raman?) Ishita asked innocently as Raman ushered her into their bedroom, closing the door shut firmly behind him and sliding the bolt for good measure.

Soft music was playing in the background and the only light in the room was from the twinkling candles that were scattered throughout.

"No" Raman responded firmly, sprawling down on the sofa and pulling Ishita on to his lap. "Ruhi apne kamre mein so rahi hai. Now it's time for you to look after Ruhi's papa" (No, Ruhi is sleeping in her room. Now it's time for you to look after Ruhi's papa)

"Lekin Raman, hum kitna fun kar rahen theh, sab ke saath" (But Raman, we were having so much fun with everyone)

"Accha, un sab ke saath fun karna hai, aur apne pati ke saath nahi?" (I see, so you want to have fun with them, but not with your husband)

"Aap bhi toh join kar sakte theh na?" (You could have joined in too) She pouted prettily at him.

Raman ran his hands softly down his wife's bare arms. "Mujhe toh sirf tumhaare saath fun karna hai" (I only want to have fun with you) he whispered

"Jalte ho sab se?" (Are you jealous of everyone else?)

"Hmmm" he agreed. "Jalta hoon." (Yes, I'm jealous)

"Is liye jhooth bol kar mujhe yahan bulaya?" (Is that why you lied to get me here?) She twisted off his lap and knelt by his feet, looking up at him, her hands on his knees

"Mein ne jhooth bola toh bola, lekin tum toh apna waada bhul gayi" (I may have lied, but you forgot your promise) he ran one hand through her curls, twirling her hair in his fingers.

"Kaun sa waada?" (What promise?) She slid her hands slowly up his thighs, causing him to draw in his breath, his heart racing as her fingers danced up and up.

He caught her hands with his free hand, the hand in her hair tightening around her curls and jerking her head up to his. The clear lines of  her neck beckoned him invitingly and he bit his lips, aching to mark the fair skin with his teeth, to brand her as his.

"You promised to dance for me" he whispered, bringing his mouth close to hers.

"Bas itna?" (Just that?) she asked, her eyes alive with mischief, her tongue darting out to wet her lips, her hands squirming under his, as she held his gaze defiantly.

"Ishita" his voice deepened with passion as he saw the spark of desire in his wife's eyes. "You've made me wait so long tonight."

She pulled herself out of his grip and stood up in one fluid movement. "But I'm worth waiting for, aren't I Raman?"

"That you are baby" he whispered, as she walked away from him to the wardrobe, and then to the bathroom. He closed his eyes in frustration as desire for her rippled in waves over him. "Damn this paagal madrasan" he thought. " Where has she gone to now? Just how long can a man wait?"

His thoughts were interrupted by the voice of Marvin Gaye. The sensuous beat of "Sexual Healing" wafted through the air, replacing the instrumental that had been playing, as he slowly opened his eyes. To his surprise, the room was dark, all candles having been extinguished except for two strategically placed by the bed. As his eyes adjusted to the dimness, he made out the silhouette of his wife.

Oh baby now let's get down tonight
Baby baby let's get down tonight

When I get this feeling
I want sexual healing
Sexual healing....

She stood before him, dressed in one of his white shirts, a tie, a hat and high heels. "Stand up" she commanded, laughter echoing in her voice.

"Why?" He asked huskily. "Mujhe toh sirf tumhe dekhna hai na" (I'm just going to watch you, aren't I?)

"You wanted a pole dance didn't you" she replied softly. "Lekin yahan toh pole nahi hai, toh mujhe koi toh cheez chahiye na, jisse mein dance kar sakoon" (But you see, there's no pole here, so I need something on which I can dance)

"So I'm a pole am I?" He asked suggestively even as he stood up with alacrity.

She threw one arm around his neck and began to sway to the music. "Yes" she whispered. "Stand still. Mein dekhna chahti hoon ki aap kitne resist..." (I want to see how much you can resist....) Her words were cut off as he gathered her in his arms. "Nahi kar sakta" (I can't) he growled, desperately searching for her mouth. She moved out of his arms, warding him off as she continued to the beat of the music

"When I get this feeling I need sexual healing..." She crooned the lyrics as she took off her hat and threw it at him. He caught it and then gasped as she moved behind him, pressing herself against him, moving in tune with the rhythm of the song as her body tantalisingly touched his.

She slid her body down his and he felt blood rushing down to his loins, filling him with a pulsing, throbbing need. He moaned, turning around to grab at her, but she quickly jumped out of his reach.

"Ishita" he muttered in sheer frustration. "Damn It, you're driving me crazy, Kya kar rahi ho yaar" (Just What are you doing?)

Baby, I'm hot just like an oven
I need some lovin

She moved in front of him again, unknotting the tie around her neck before looping it around his waist, pulling him closer.

"Kya kar rahi hoon?" (What am I doing?) She asked innocently, teasingly, inching her face closer to his.

"Enough" her husband had reached the end of his tether.

And baby, I can't hold it much longer
It's getting stronger and stronger

He jerked her to him, covering her teasing lips with his desperate ones. He kissed her hungrily, his hands pulling her body hard against his, caressing her through the soft fabric of her shirt, his hands kneading her soft breasts until her nipples hardened, his mouth ravaging hers mercilessly. He could feel her gasping through his kisses as he moved his hands further south, grabbing her derrière and grinding his lower body into hers, leaving her in no doubt as to the urgency of his need.

And when I get that feeling
I want sexual healing
Sexual healing, oh baby
Makes me feel so fine

He felt her stiffen, her gasps turning to moans as he finally let her go, her lips swollen and bruised from his onslaught, her breasts sore, her senses awoken, her head suddenly clear.

She put out a hand as if to ward him off , and then began gyrating again to the rhythm of the music, her fingers skillfully unbuttoning her shirt, one button at a time, as she swayed in front of him.

"Take it off" he demanded, his voice gruff with need. "I want to see you. Now."

She shivered at the urgency in his voice, as he peeled off his own shirt, his muscles rippling as his breathing intensified. "Take it off" he repeated, and she slid her arms out of the sleeves, throwing the shirt down on his.

"What about the dance Raman" she whispered, as he stared with unabashed hunger at her curves, clad in flimsy lingerie, his hands going to the belt of his jeans.

"Damn the dance" he replied, stepping out of his jeans and boxers, and covering the gap between them in two short strides. He picked her up in his arms and fell onto their bed with her.

"Damn the dance" he repeated, huskily this time, his eyes feasting on her. " I just want to make love to you babe."

She chuckled softly as he moved his hands down her curves. "What's so funny?" he asked brusquely, jerking her up so that her softness collided again with the hard planes of his body.

I want sexual healing
Sexual healing is good for me
Makes me feel so fine, it's such a rush
Helps to relive the mind, and it's good for us

"Aap kitne der se waada, dance kar rahe theh, aur jab mein waada nibhana chahti hoon, toh karne hi nahi dete ho" she complained, pouting up at him. (You were complaining for such a long time about my promise and my dancing for you and now that I'm trying to dance for you, you're not letting me)

"Oh, you can dance. You can dance beneath me, you can dance on top of me, dance any way you like" he growled as he tried to pull the barely existent lingerie off her, tried to free her to his insatiable gaze. "But you'll dance to my tune tonight biwi "

He swore in frustration as the hooks on her lacy brassiere held tight, hooking his fingers underneath the wire inserts and tearing the garment off her body. She gasped as he dipped his head onto her chest, taking her soft breasts into his mouth in turns, kissing and sucking desperately as she tightened her hands in his hair, pulling him down closer as her body arched up.

His fingers moved down and pulled away her skimpy lace bikini, as he finally lifted his head, covering her mouth with his again, swallowing the gasps that were all the sound she was capable of making. His fingers and hands probed and caressed along the length of her pliant form, pulling her to him, moulding her to his body. His hands swept over curves and dipped into valleys, caressing and probing, and she locked her legs around him, arching her back to give him more access to herself.

You're my medicine, open up and let me in
Darling, you're so great, I can't wait for you to operate

He continued to plunder and she writhed beneath him, a sweet agony shooting through her at his weight crushing her, his tongue duelling with hers as his teeth nipped her soft lips, his hands squeezing her softness. It hurt, but oh, it hurt so good.

"Raman" she whispered. "Raman, I love you" as she surrendered totally to his love. "Ishita, my Ishita" He whispered back, as he sunk into her softness and made her his all over again. "I love you so much."

And the night marched on.

Baby open up and let me in
It's getting stronger and stronger
Baby, open up and let me in
I can't wait for you to operate
I can't wait for you to operate, baby
Sexual healing......

Ashok & Shagun

Ashok lay back in bed, his eyes shut tight, as Shagun finished off the champagne, falling on top of him as she flung the bottle aside.

"Kiss me baby" she whispered at him, running her hands over him seductively.

Ashok pulled her hands off him in disgust and then turned his back even more firmly on his fiancée, his mouth a grim line as he reached over and turned off the light.

"Go to sleep Shagun" he hissed. "I don't kiss drunks."

"Yeah right whatever, up yours too" were Shaguns last words as she slipped into a drunken stupor.

And the night marched on.....