To Desire readers; Thank you all so much for sticking with this meandering never ending story, which I have been writing for over three years, first on India Forums and now on Wattpad. I started Desire because I wanted a more sensual version of Ishra. India Forums didn't let me explore the sensuality in their relationship fully, but I feel much more adventurous on Wattpad 😉😉. And yes it's all highly cliched and predictable, but then all Indian soaps are!! In any event, it's been fun and  I can't believe I've written 100 chapters of this!!!

The story was supposed to end with this chapter but some of you aren't ready to let go 🤣🤣🤣 However, to keep it going, Ive brought in a twist, which some of you may not like at all. I have no idea how I'm going to develop this track. What I do know is that it is going to be a bit more sensual, edgy, grey  and mature than usual. Just a warning so that you don't get uncomfortable when reading, if you're expecting babies and family fun. Thank you again.

One Year Later
1 July 2018 @11pm
Raman and Ishita's bedroom

She tightened her arms around him as he collapsed on her, his body shuddering as his release still continued to roll in intense waves of pleasure  through him.

"Hey Baby" he whispered a few minutes later when he was able to speak, lifting his head from her chest to look lovingly at her flushed smiling face.

"Hmm jaan?" She lifted a hand to smooth back his hair, and he lowered his lips onto hers, leaving her breathless again with a lingering loving kiss. She sighed as he rolled off her, standing up in one fluid move. She looked in undisguised admiration at his lithe toned body and he grinned as he looked back to wink at her,  as he sauntered into the bathroom.

She lay back for a few moments, stretching her body languidly, her mind still in the throes of the earth shattering passion that he always invoked in her. Four years had gone by since they had fallen in love. So much had changed. But the one thing that hadn't was their overwhelming desire and need for each other. He still made her feel so loved, so wanted, so desired, every single time. Left her so satisfied, so content, so replete in fulfillment. Every single time.

She stood up and grabbed her robe from the floor, tying it around her slim waist as she winced slightly at the tenderness in her joints. He had been particularly fierce today, the sex wild and furious, just as it always was whenever he had to go away from Delhi, away from her. It was as if he tried to draw her very soul out of her, to merge them into one so fiercely that even in absence she would still be with him.

The bathroom door opened and he stepped out, water from his shower still glistening on his chiseled chest, a short towel slung around his waist. He walked up to her and gathered her into his arms, and she clutched his waist tightly, her face hidden in his chest.

She knew what was coming.

"Come with me baby" his voice was plaintive but hopeful.

"Raman, you know I want to, but Adi is supposed to be going to Shagun for two weeks for his holidays. And Ruhi is so looking forward to going to her Tae Kwon Do camp. It's all she can talk about."

"I know that Ruhi and Adi won't be able to come. But you can come with me. You and the babies." He sat down on the bed, pulling her onto his lap, and nuzzling her neck with his wet lips, pushing down the collar of her robe, leaving little kisses all over her upper back.

She could feel his magic working on her, all over again, and she pulled away, sliding off his lap to sit next to him instead.

"Adi will be fine but Ruhi doesn't like me doing things without her, you know that. She will get so upset if she finds out I'm taking the babies without her. And besides, I have to see Ruhi and Adi off Raman. You're going in two days but they aren't going for a week. Kitna kuch karna hai. I have to get their outfits, do their packing, coordinate their travel arrangements and then...'

"Y0u talk too much madrassan"  He shushed her, cutting her words off with a hard kiss on her open lips. She glared at him when he released her and he continued. "Ruhi needs to understand that papa needs mumma with him. You can come and join me once you've seen the kids off on their holidays. I've told you all this before Ishita. The first week is the resorts official opening so I'll be very busy, but week two is when Mr Mehta has invited us to holiday on the island. You and the twins can come with Mrs Mehta on their private jet. It's all arranged and it's really important to me Ishita. Mr Mehta's account has taken my agency to the top. He wants me there with him to celebrate his new project, and I need your support baby"

She stared at him uncertainly and he pulled her back into his arms, his fingers untying her robe as he ran his hands over her bare torso, his fingers skimming over her curves, gently caressing until she sighed and threw her arms around him, pressing her body tightly against his, bare skin to bare skin.

The friction of his wet skin against her tender breasts caused her to gasp with delight.

It had just been minutes since they had made love, yet she was hungry for more, hungry for him. It was always like this now - once was never enough for them. Ever since his amnesia, his near brush with death, those awful six weeks when he had forgotten her, things had changed between them. The passion between them had intensified beyond her wildest imagination. She had long forgotten the insecurities she had about her post baby body, and she was no longer shy in expressing her sexual needs to him. As the babies had grown up, and their family unit had strengthened, her confidence in his love for her had grown in leaps and bounds. And that confidence had lent an edge, a boldness to her character. Outside, to the world, she was still the same Dr Ishita Raman Bhalla, dutiful wife and mother, but with him, in the sanctuary of their bedroom, she was only his lover, his adventurous tigress who matched him in all his sexual fantasies. She knew just how much he loved this new equation between them, just how much he loved how bold and demanding his wife had become. It turned him on, whetted his appetite, and so their relationship now was marked with a wildness of passion and a ferocious need which left them both unable to get enough of each other.

These thoughts ran fleetingly through her mind as she pressed even closer against him, her hands drawing his head down to hers as she pressed open lips to his, her tongue darting into his mouth as she drank thirstily of him. The earlier ferocity had not left him and he ground his lips against hers, his own fingers tightening in her hair, until they both drew apart, gasping for breath.

He stared at her, through hooded passion filled eyes, content to let her take the lead, wondering what she would do next. He did not have to wonder long, as his wife pulled his chest against hers again, humming softly as she pressed her breasts harder against him, loving the roughness of his shaved skin, the stubble causing pinpricks of pure delight on her soft breasts.

He smiled at her antics, biting his lips as she moved away slightly, and then rubbed her breasts against his chest in a circular movement, her hard nipples tantalizingly brushing over him, her hands digging into his back, pulling him closer. Her hands moved to his chest,  slipping lower still, hesitating as she encountered his towel and then moving down. She paused for a second, watching as he closed his eyes, and then grasped and stroked him over his towel, smiling at his immediate undeniable reaction.

"Can't get enough of me, can you baby?" he whispered as he pulled off his towel, sliding both hands under her robe, roughly grabbing her derrière and pulling her softness against himself. Her legs opened and she intertwined them with his, another soft moan escaping her as she realized that she too could not be without her husband for two entire weeks. She needed him too much. Needed this too much.... But the children... Ruhi would be so upset...It was all so difficult...

"Raman, this isn't fair, don't go away for so long .... you always do this... you know I can't be without you...."

"You're the one who's doing ...this ...Ishita " his voice was silky smooth. "You know I have to go, I have no choice but whats not fair is what you're doing to me, expecting me to stay without you for so long, without this....." He gently pulled her legs off his, pushing her down on the bed. She lay before him, her robe askew, devoid of embarrassment, and his voice trailed off as he stared at her voluptuous welcoming form. Reverentially, he bent his head and took one swollen breast into his mouth, kissing and sucking softly as she stretched her arms up languidly, clutching at his wet hair.

"I didn't .... know .... the children's ... huh.... trips were ... they were planned .... before.... oh babe.."

She gasped as he suddenly discarded his gentleness, his teeth roughly nipping and biting her hardened nipple. Her body arched up involuntarily as his mouth then engulfed the swollen orb, his lips and tongue sucking and licking the aureole. She shuddered as he continued to bite fiercely while at the same time one of his hands covered her other breast, fingers kneading and squeezing the swollen tenderness until she thought she would burst.

The pain was intense and yet so pleasurable but there was still something missing.... She moaned, her legs moving restlessly and he sensed what she wanted.

He gave a final nip to her tender breasts and then lifted his face to stare at her fevered visage, one hand intertwining with hers. The next moment his lips were on hers, hard, demanding, as his free hand skimmed down her stomach and dipped below, gently stroking her soft wet core. She moaned against his lips, loving the lightness of his intimate touches. He ended the kiss, breathing heavily, watching her closely as his palm engulfed her core gently, softly, skimming and caressing as she bit her underlip, smiling at him.

"That feels so nice Raman" she whispered, her body growing still, her senses calming.

"Nice?" He cocked an eyebrow at her. "Is nice what you want babe?"

She stared at him, her breath coming faster, the ache between her legs intensifying. Telling her Raavan that he was being nice was a challenge he would never be able to resist. And that was exactly what she wanted.

"I asked do you want it nice babe, or do you want this?" He interpreted her answering smile correctly, one hand pushing up her derrière as the other pushed her legs apart. The next moment, he had thrust his skillful fingers deep inside her, rubbing, fondling and playing with her core. She cried out as she arched and moved involuntarily beneath him, the pain, the pressure mingling into intense waves of unbearable pleasure that shot throughout her body.

"Raman...oh ..please... oh yes" she cried out as his fingers probed deeper, her body jerking and throbbing uncontrollably as she thrust her hips, squeezing her legs tightly to hold his hand deep within her, her breath fevered, her heart racing.

"Oh God... Raman... I can't bear....that feels so good.... Raman... oh Raman."

His own breath was coming faster, his own body throbbing. Witnessing her in the throes of passion, her face fevered, her eyes closed, her lips parted as she panted and moaned his name was turning him on as it always did. She had come a long way from the shy bride of their wedding night in Rajasthan . That innocence had been a turn on, yes, but this was something else all together. This wildness, this desperation for him, for how he made her feel. And he felt the same desperation for her. The same intensity of passion, almost unbearable, never satiated.

He continued to fondle her, his hand filling her up, moving within her, his fingers skillfully putting pressure on the spot that he knew drove her crazy. His fingers pressed, then released, over and over as her legs tightened, her hips circling around him. Her moans intensified, her breathing more fevered and then her body began shuddering uncontrollably, as wave after wave of release washed over her. He smiled then, calming himself down, and withdrew his hand, gathering her into his arms and holding her tight as she shuddered and shivered in his embrace.

Long moments passed before she stopped shaking and he felt her taut body relax, her arms clutching him close. He waited until her breathing became even, then flicked up her chin, and she lifted her head and looked deep into his eyes.

"You can't stay without me Ishita, and you damn well know it. One week is torture enough but two weeks is out of the question" His eyes were dark with naked passion as he watched her hungrily. "I'm not taking no for an answer madrassan. You're coming with me and that's that."

"But what if I don't" she asked teasingly as she got her breath back, her hands moving to cup his face, kissing his lips gratefully. She was going to give in, just as he had known she ultimately would. He was right. She could not stay without him. She had no choice. But she would make her surrender an excuse for yet more of his loving. She wasn't done with her Raavan just yet tonight.

"I know how to make you say yes" He grinned wickedly as he sat up, pulling her up onto him, his knees forcing her legs further apart, his strong arms half lifting her until she was sitting on him, facing him, her legs locked around his waist, their bodies fused as he swiftly entered her.

"Now say yes" he whispered as he teased her with his hard shaft, entering her slightly and then withdrawing, over and over, as she hovered between ecstasy and anticipation, frustration peaking as he denied her what her body craved.

"Yes" she cried out, unable to take his teasing any more. "Yes."

And then speech was lost again, as Mr Bhalla and Mrs Bhalla engaged in yet another round of their battle supreme.

Two Days Later
3 July 2018 @ 8.30pm
Ruhi's bedroom

"I really want to go to the camp papa, I've been looking forward to it. But it's not fair, mumma can't go to the resort without me. She has to wait here for me and then after my camp ends, we can come over to meet you. But mumma can't go without me."

"I'm sorry about the timing Ruhi, but the week your camp starts is the week that I need your mumma to come down to the resort opening. This is very important to me darling. Your mumma didn't want to go without you, you have no idea just how hard papa had to work to convince her to say yes, but I really need your mumma to be there with me. But you can come too Ruhi."

It was a few hours before Raman's flight, and his car was waiting outside. But there was an important job to do before he left. And so Raman was in Ruhi's bedroom, sitting on her bed and cuddling her while his wife sat on the edge of the bed and looked at them anxiously.

"But what about my camp papa?"

"You can go to the camp in December Ruhi" Adi spoke up from the doorway. He was carrying his little brother in his arms, and he walked over to his mother, sitting next to her as Ishaan clambered into Ishita's lap.

"Yeh  kahan se aa gaya Adi?"  (Where did he come from Adi?) Ishita asked in surprise. Both the babies had appeared to be fast asleep in their nursery when she had come down with Raman fifteen minutes ago.

"I went up to get a book and he was sitting in his cot and singing Ishima. I thought Raashi would wake up so I brought him down"

"Thank you beta" Ishita smiled gratefully at Adi before turning her attention to her baby. "Ishaan, you're supposed to be sleeping betu" she chided gently as she gathered her son into her arms. "No nindi Amma" ( Not sleepy amma) said Ishaan happily as he kissed his mother sloppily. He then saw his sister's woebegone face as she looked up at their father, and jumped out of Ishita's arms, scrambling over the bed to his father and sister. "Kya hua Luhi didi?" (What's the matter Luhi didi?) His expression was serious as he stared at them both and Raman grabbed his son with a laugh. "Nothing chotu. Aap Ruhi didi ko kaho hamaare saath holiday par jaane ke liye. Say please Ruhi didi." (Nothing chotu. You ask Ruhi didi to come on holiday with us. Say please Ruhi didi)

"Pleej Luhi didi" Ishaan turned in his father's arms and gave a gap toothed winning smile to his sister.

"But papa...." Ruhi was still undecided.

"Go on Ruhi, it will be amazing" Adi chipped in as Ruhi still hesitated. "I wish I was going too. I read about Fiji after papa told us about the resort. It sounds so cool. And it will be the babies second birthday too. You can celebrate with them in Fiji."

Ishita looked thoughtfully at the wistfulness on her eldest son's face and then looked over at her husband. His eyes reflected what she was thinking.

"Adi" she said softly. "Why don't you join us too beta? I'll talk to Shagun, I'm sure she will understand."

"Are you sure Ishima? Because I already asked Shagun Mumma and she said it would free her to go to Paris, so...." Adi looked at his Ishima hopefully and she smiled back at him.

"Of course I'm sure beta. What say papa?"

"Of course you can come too beta" Raman smiled at Adi over the heads of his baby son and Ruhi. "Now we just have to convince Ruhi chuhi."

Ruhi looked at her parents and brothers and then gave a deep sigh. "Okay" she said dramatically. "But I want to go to the next camp."

"Promise beta" Ishita said delightedly. "Now everyone say bye to papa, he has to catch his flight. We will all see papa next week."

Raman kissed all three children, tucking Ruhi into bed and watching as Ishaan ran down the hall, Adi in pursuit.

"Meri choti kahan hai madrassan?' (Where's my baby girl, madrassan?) He asked softly as he walked to the front door, Ishita by his side.

"She's sleeping baba, you just kissed her goodnight. Aur theek hai na, ki woh nahi jaagi, warna aap ko jaane nahi deti." (She's sleeping baba, you just kissed her goodnight. And that's good otherwise she wouldn't have let you leave)

"Tum jaane dogi?" (And are you going to let me leave?) He had paused at the door and he pulled his wife into his arms in a fierce hug.

"I'll miss you so much jaan" she whispered, lifting her head for his kiss. "But I'll see you in one week."

"I'll miss you more" He whispered back, before his lips swooped on hers, lingering sweetly until he drew back reluctantly. "You'll be okay bringing them all over?"

"Haan Raman. Adi will help and Mihika will be there too. But will Mrs Mehta be okay with all four of them on the private jet?"

"Yes" he grinned, his fingers gently tucking a stray curl behind her ear. "Mr Mehta invited everyone and it's a 20 seater jet, so it will be fine. Take care babe. I'll see you in Fiji in just over a week"

And then he was gone.

One week later
11 July 2018
A private island in the Mamanuca Group, Fiji

Ishita pressed her lips together as she stepped off the seaplane onto the jetty, handing her sleeping son first to the friendly resort worker who stood on the jetty with about twenty others to welcome them.

Mrs Mehta and her daughters had gotten off first, followed by Adi who had attached himself to the 15 year old stunning Ms Meera Mehta, and Ruhi, who had made fast friends with 12 year old Mini Mehta. Mihika had been next, the wildly excited bouncing Raashi in her arms, and then finally it was Mrs Ishita Bhalla's turn.

Ishita stepped onto the jetty, barely listening as the soulful melodious welcome song broke out from the gathered staff, waking up her baby. She shushed Ishaan, and looked around her unseeingly at the stunning island. Azure blue seas surrounded pristine white sand, and there were luxury villas dotted around the beach, with the main building directly in front of the jetty.

The entire welcome committee was here, but he wasn't. Her husband. He was in Fiji's capital city, Suva, with Mr Mehta and their brand ambassador, doing another round of publicity for the resort. He w0uld be back tonight.

"Ishita, don't worry my dear. I'm sure it's nothing." Mrs Mehta patted her hand reassuringly as they got into a golf cart to be driven to their bungalows.

Ishita nodded and tried to smile, but her heart wasn't in it. The past week had been so busy, arranging everything for the trip, that she had had no time t0 glance at the news, had barely noticed that Raman's calls and texts were few and far between. But once she had gotten into the plane, she had seen the papers. The news of the new multi million dollar Mehta owned private resort in Fiji was all over the social pages. And there was something else that was all over. Photos of her husband. With the brand ambassador for the new Mehta Fiji International Resort. The stunning, vivacious and very sexy Bollywood star, Gina Shah. Raman had been her escort to every function for the resorts opening and publicity, and Gina had her arms all over him in every photo. The news headlines had held nothing back either. "New lover for Gina Shah? " questioned the tabloids. "Is romance in the air for Bollywood's Queen?"

Mrs Mehta had also seen the papers and had been reassuring and sympathetic, as had been Mihika, but their reassurance was not enough for Ishita. She needed to see her husband, needed to know from him just what was going on. He had never betrayed her, and she had the utmost faith in him. But Gina Shah was the most beautiful woman in India. And the way that she was looking at Raman in all the photos left nothing to the imagination.

Ishita waved goodbye, agreeing to meet later for dinner as the golf cart dropped off the Mehtas, before moving on towards the next distant bungalow. She couldn't believe it, she wouldn't believe it, but she had to see him, had to hear from him that Gina Shah's obvious hunger for him wasn't reciprocated. But he hadn't been at the airport to meet his family. He was away with Mr Mehta and Mihir. And  with her, with that Gina.

The golf cart stopped and she got off slowly, following behind as her children ran up the pathway to the private secluded bungalow they would be sharing with Mihika and Mihir.

"Akka, come on, smile please" Mihika, radiant in the third month of her first pregnancy, clutched her sisters hand as they reached the door. Ishita nodded and plastered a smile on her face as a smiling housekeeper greeted her with a loud Bula, Fiji's universal greeting. The smile remained plastered as the housekeeper showed them around the 4 bedroom villa, pointing out the two cots that had been set up in one of the bedrooms. Finally the housekeeper had disappeared unobtrusively, and Mihika had run down to their private beach with the children.

"Mihika, Adi, be careful with them, please" she called out as she stood alone on the massive balcony watching her family. Water lapped gently in the private infinity pool on the balcony, and everything around them was beautiful, pristine, sensational. But she could see nothing as a sheen of tears blocked her vision. But they were not tears of defeat. They were tears of anger.

"Raman" she whispered, blinking back her tears furiously. "Where the hell are you?"

Meanwhile in the air, some 10 nautical miles away
Raman looked straight ahead, as Gina threw back her head and laughed.

They were on their way back to the Resort in one of the resorts three seaplanes. Their work in Suva had not been completely done, but he had been desperate to see his wife and Mr Mehta, knowing the reason, had insisted that he take the lead, and that he himself would return with Mihir in a few hours.

Gina of course had insisted on coming with him.

"I'm not going to give up so easily Raman" she whispered to him now. "Your wife doesn't scare me."

But she scares me. He wiped the sweat off his brow. Ishita would have seen the photos, read the tabloids by now. And with Gina behaving like this.... how was he going to explain this? And would she believe him? Especially if she knew the whole story? Well, she mustn't know. He couldn't tell her. He couldn't take the risk.....

What would I do without your smart mouth
Drawing me in, and you kicking me out
Got my head spinning, no kidding, I can't pin you down
What's going on in that beautiful mind
I'm on your magical mystery ride
And I'm so dizzy, don't know what hit me, but I'll be alright
My head's under water
But I'm breathing fine
You're crazy and I'm out of my mind
'Cause all of me
Loves all of you
Love your curves and all your edges
All your perfect imperfections
Give your all to me
I'll give my all to you
You're my end and my beginning
Even when I lose I'm winning
'Cause I give you all, all of me
And you give me all, all of you
How many times do I have to tell you
Even when you're crying you're beautiful too
The world is beating you down, I'm around through every move
You're my downfall, you're my muse
My worst distraction, my rhythm and blues
I can't stop singing, it's ringing, in my head for you
My head's under water
But I'm breathing fine
You're crazy and I'm out of my mind
'Cause all of me
Loves all of you
Love your curves and all your edges
All your perfect imperfections
Give your all to me
I'll give my all to you
You're my end and my beginning
Even when I lose I'm winning
'Cause I give you all of me
And you give me all, all of you
Give me all of you
Cards on the table, we're both showing hearts
Risking it all, though it's hard
'Cause all of me
Loves all of you
Love your curves and all your edges
All your perfect imperfections
Give your all to me
I'll give my all to you
You're my end and my beginning
Even when I lose I'm winning
'Cause I give you all of me
And you give me all of you
I give you all, all of me
And you give me all, all of you

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