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.

"Sarika" she said in what she hoped was a businesslike tone, even as her insides turned to jelly. "Please hold my calls for a while"

He reached her before she could put the phone down, his hand snaking forward and catching hers in a firm grip. His unwavering gaze never leaving her eyes, he caressed her fingers as he forced her hand on the phone, replacing the receiver on its cradle. He then planted himself on the desk in front of her, his knees pressing against her chest, his hands holding hers and his gaze keeping her captive. Slowly, with deliberation, he pinned her hands behind her chair, leaning in just slightly toward her, his fingers intertwining with hers.

"To kya keh rahi thi, Jhansi Ki Rani? Exactly what do you want to do to me?" His voice was as smooth as silk, but there was an undercurrent of passion shouldering beneath.
(So what were you saying Jhansi ki Rani? Exactly what do you want to do to me?)

The bravado Ishita had displayed on the phone to him was fast deserting her. All she knew was how much and how desperately she wanted her husbands lips on hers.

"This" she said softly, leaning forward and grazing his lips with hers, a caress as gentle as a butterfly's wings.

He sat as still as a statue, making no move to respond to her.

"Bas itna hi?" (Just that?) He asked, arching an eyebrow, as she drew back in confusion.

"No" she whispered.

"Then show me" It was a command

Ishita covered his lips with hers again, this time more firmly. She sucked on his lower lip, softly at first then with growing pressure, as his lips opened.

With a groan, he gathered her into his arms, his self restraint finally breaking. He pulled her up from the chair into his lap, his mouth sucking greedily at hers, while his hands caressed her all over. She kissed him back with equal fervour, her hands entangled in his hair, her body straining against his. He drank deeply of her, a month of longing and torment finding release in her luscious lips.

It was the incessant ringing of the telephone as much as a need for oxygen that caused Ishita to finally draw back.

"Ignore it" he demanded, his lips finding hers again.

"Raman, I can't, it must be important, please..." She implored, tearing herself out of his arms.

He stood up as she reached for the phone, jerking her hand off his shoulder as he strode to the corner of the room, staring moodily at the wall.

"Haan, Sarika, kya hai? I said no calls" Ishita hoped her turmoil wasn't reflected in her voice.
(Yes, Sarika What is it? I said no calls)

"Ma'am, I'm sorry" came back Sarika's voice."But Dr Batra's VIP client has come in unexpectedly and Dr Batra isn't here. He is creating a fuss. Will you see him please?"

"Yes, all right, put him in the surgery. I"ll be there in 5 minutes" Ishita said with a sigh, ending the call.

She walked to Raman, hugging him from behind. " Jaan, I'm sorry. I have to go. I have to see this patient."

Raman turned around, clasping her to his chest. His voice was muffled as he buried his face in her hair, inhaling her scent, hoping somehow to keep her with him.

"Ishita, I can't go on like this. Dammit woman, I need you. I have to have you. It's driving me insane, not being able to make love to you, imagining that beautiful body in my arms. I can't work, I can't sleep, Ishita, this can't go on."

He lifted his anguished face to her, and Ishita kissed his cheek softly, exulting inside at her husbands desire for her.

" I know Raman, I feel the same. I need you too. But how? And when? Mamaji will go home in a few weeks, but..."

He made an impatient sound, pulling her into his arms.

"I'm not going to wait for a few weeks Ishita, I'm not a saint. Raavan kehti ho na mujhe, to thik hai, Raavan hoon, but I'm damned if Raavan is going to wait patiently for mamaji to depart"
(I'm not going to wait for a few weeks Ishita, I'm not a saint. You call me Raavan, and yes fine, I am the devil, and I'm damned if Raavan is going to wait patiently for mamaji to depart)

"Toh phir?" (Then what?)

" I have a plan, Ishita, but the question is, are you game enough for it?"

"Yes" said Ishita unhesitatingly, looking into her husbands eyes.

"But I haven't told you what it is yet" he smiled at her, chuckling at her eagerness.

"Whatever it is, I"ll do it. I ...I need you too Raman" she blushed as she admitted her longing to him.

He caressed her cheeks with loving hands " Jhooth bolna padega" (You will have to lie)

"Boloongi" (I'll lie) she responded, shivering at his touch.

"Main jo bhi kahoonga, karna padega" he decided to press home his advantage.
(You'll have to do whatever I say)

"Karoongi" (I will) she caught his wandering hands in hers, pressing them to her lips.

"Then tonight " he shuddered at the feel of her lips " Hotel Taj, 9.00pm. Meet me in the lounge. Tell them at home that you have an emergency surgery and it will take you a while. I will call and say that I am held up in a meeting. And yes, the room will be booked in the name of Raj"

"Raj kyon?" (Why Raj?)

"Because I am a younger sexier version of SRK after all. So Raj Malhotra suits me, right? Ghar par keh dena ki tumhara VIP patient hai, Mr Raj Malhotra." He smirked at her
(Because I am a younger sexier version of SRK after all. So Raj Malhotra suits me, right? Just tell everyone at home that you have a VIP patient, Mr Raj Malhotra)

"Aap Raj hai to phir main kaun hoon? Raj ki Simran? Simmi ?" (If you're Raj, then who am I? Simran? Simmi?)
Ishita started giggling, as she reminded him that the heroine in Raj Malhotra's love story shared a name with his sister.

"Kya, yaar, sara passion hi kill kar diya" he hit his head in mock disgust. "Thik hai, apni story zyada Chennai Express hai, after all. To main Rahul aur tum Meenamma. Meenamma Lochini."
(Oh damn, that just killed my entire passionate mood. All right, our story is more like that of Chennai Express, isn't it? So I will be Rahul, and you will be Meenamma. Meenamma Lochini)

"Raman..." She fell laughing into his arms. "Kuch bhi. Mujhe nahi banna koi Meenamma. Meri nani Meenamma thi"
(Raman...whatever! I'm not calling myself Meenamma. My grandmother was called Meenamma)

"Deepika then?" He questioned, naming the heroine of Chennai Express. He tightened his arms around her, and tilted her face up to receive his kiss.

She sighed and pulled herself out of his arms, straightening her sari as she did. "Hmmm. Raman, no, no kiss, I have to go. Bas yahi hai aap ka plan? Mujhe hotel mein bulana, emergency surgery ke bahane?"
(Hmmm. Raman, no, no kiss, I have to go. Was this all there is to your plan? To call me into a hotel, with the excuse of an emergency surgery)

"Nahi, yeh to bas pehla episode hoga. Lekin din mein ab tum rest kar liya karna, because your nights are going to be very busy, Mrs Bhalla" he made a grab for her, but she moved swiftly towards the door.
(No, this will just be the first episode. But you had better get some good rest during the day, because your nights are are going to be very busy, Mrs Bhalla)

"Mrs Bhalla? I thought I was Deepika."

"Tonight. 9.00pm" he repeated as she finally walked out the door, her head and heart both in a spin at the thought of the night to come.