Author: Monique_D

Shivaay Singh Oberoi: He was the epitome of modern metros*xual man, well refined, snobbish and arrogant business tycoon that judges people on the basis of their lineage and social status. He does not believe in love but even behind all his eccentricities has an uncanny sense of loyalty towards his family name but even more so to his brothers. Anika: Young and free-spirited.She find happiness in her brother Sahil. She needs no protection from anyone, and is pretty much proficient in handling her own business and looking after her bother. After all that happened between Shivaay and Anika the only…

Later that night Ishita was sitting up in bed reading her book, she was so hooked as she has reached the last few chapters. Raman walked into the dim lit room were with just her reading lamp on. She looked up acknowledging his presence and their eyes met….they both looked at each other at the same time, she swiftly looked away ignoring him. Ishita knew that he had read her note she left in his night clothes. He shook his head, “How can she be so shy?” Even wearing his white Kurta he looked amazing. Raman wiped the excess water…

The next day Ishita decided to do a little sight-seeing in Durban. Raman left a little earlier today and she felt that it would be stupid to let such a nice sunny day go to waste by lying in bed. Ishita decided to first walk down to the beach to explore a bit. Shallow waves foamed gently around her feet and she was surprized by the warm water. The ebb and flow of the waves teased her, inviting with each motion. Ishita decided to walk along the beach at her own leisurely pace admiring the beauty that was the ocean…

Ishita was woken up by something soft and warm on her cheek. She instantaneously knew what it was, Raman’s soft lips greeting her with a kiss. “Raman” she moaned as she rubbed her eyes. “I have to go, Ishita” “I will most probably be back around 3 or so”, he said his voice thick with discontent. “Ok, see you later”, Ishita chirped trying to portray that she was happy but in her heart she wished that he didn’t have to go. Later……. It was a peaceful morning and relaxed, easy atmosphere was a welcome relief for Ishita she hasn’t been…

The soothing sounds of waves crashing on the beach woke Raman and his eyes fixed on the person next to him. All tangled together with her head resting on his chest and fingers tangled in his hair. Her breath tickled his bare skin, he at once felt at peace. “Why do I need to get up”, Raman thought to himself as he tried to pry her fingers from his hair without waking her. Finally he escaped from her arms and he got up and opened the sliding door of the suite. Raman took a minute to just take the view…

Arriving in Durban‘s King Shaka International Airport to a pleasantly warm subtropical climate something which both Raman and Ishita found as a welcome relief from the tiring heat of Delhi. The East Coast city of South Africa was quite different to Cape Town. And nothing was more evident than the amount of people that seem to be of South Indian origin…. The whole atmosphere was different to the laid-back style she experienced in Cape Town and definitely colourful. Raman we are we going to stay? Ishita asked as all she wanted to do was get to her room and sleep.…

(Flashback..) Raman woke up with a song in his heart searching with his hand for her next to him Ishita, Raman called out and was greeted with silent treated as Ishita moved away from his touch. She didn’t want to leave her children but he knew how to get her out of that “Ice Queen” mode. She couldn’t bear the feeling of his fingers skin on her skin. Ishita wanted to be angry with him, but she couldn’t so she had to settle for second best; the silent treated. Raman’s touch always melted her like ice cream on a hot…

And slowly they settled to what they would call “normal”…..but believe me this was far from normal. Raman’s Durban trip was in a week and the whole house was abuzz with excitement. Much to Toshi’s dismay as they had four children to take care of, luckily Amma offered to help with the twins. Puttar…just make sure that you have made all the arrangements, Toshiji yell from the lounge. Ishita was busy making bottles for the twin as well as a snack for Ruhi and Adi who was busy with homework. She too was thinking about the trip… What to pack?…

The rebel in Raman couldn’t wait anymore and he became restless with lust. And he decided to that he would try his luck and go into the bathroom. As stealthy as a secret agent he slowly approached the door. Raman put his ear against the door and listened to see why Ishita is taking so long. When he heard no sound he took that as a sign that she might be finished with dressing and he gently put his hand on the handle. Raman! Ishita called out her eyes darted towards him as she snapped out of her afternoon fantasy.…