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Chapter-19

"Ishani?" Ranveer called her, his eyes scrutinizing at her pants and sweat after he spoke, "Where did you go, in the early morning?"

"Just...jogging," she replied faintly after he spoke, "Jogging? When did you start to jog?" he asked with a wrinkled brow. He was not in a good mood, again, she thought and lied, again, "A week back, don't you remember?"

"No."

"Oh, you forget things easily, Ranveer," she chortled, wiping her sweat when he grimaced at her, "What's in the bag?"

"Uh?" Oh crap! She was caught now, she thought as she stuttered, "Uh...well, this is...actually,"

"What?" his eyes were stern, not moving even by an inch as she saw him with her insipid eyes, "Nothing."

"Nothing?" he fumed, "Stop lying."

"No, Ranveer. I am not!" she came closer to him and whispered, "Do you remember something?"

"What?"

"Today is the twenty seventh," she winked, hoping that she would find a change in his expression. And she did find a change in his stern expressions. They were sterner.

"So what's in it?"

"Oh Ranveer! What's going on? Today is the wedding of Nora and Ben! Do you even remember? It's already eight and we have to get ready!"

"Oh shit!" he came back to predictable now, his features have a sudden change, his taciturn eyes turning to the exultant ones as soon as he chirped, "How did I forget this? Okay, I'll be...be back in sometime," he left the place in an euphoric exultation as Ishani saw him with a strange glee.

She quickly went inside her room and sat on the bed in enervation, untying her hairband as she now opened her mauve coloured backpack. Heaving a huge sigh, she now took his diary, its ends creased and smeared as she now broke the lock with her soft hands.

"Ah! Finally! I get time to read this!" she smiled triumphantly when she heard a knock at the door.

"Pfft! Who the hell is knocking the door now?" she glanced at the entrance scornfully after she opened it, cussing her bad luck. It was Abel, his hands full with an envelope and a few reports.

"Abel, what are you doing here?" she asked with a coarse grin before he answered, "The hospital reports are here, Madame. Raymond has also asked you to read this envelope carefully. He told you to inform that your questions are answered in the envelope."

"Oh, did he?" she crunched her teeth and prated, "Okay, thanks! Would you like to join us for the wedding?"

"Er, no, Madame. I-I don't want to," he stooped down again when Ishani spoke, "Why?"

"I have got some errands to finish, Madame. So..."

"Okay...Thank you!" she smiled and shut the door slowly as she now ran through the maple wood flooring and leaped onto the bed, opening the envelope in a wanton. She now looked at the calligraphic print of the letter as it read"

C0982 Moinville

Loire Valley

Ishani,

This letter is basically a reply to all your questions which you had asked me through the phone the other day. Hope your answers would get cleared with this letter. Please consider this as an informal one though I have sent from the hospital's head.

Your doubt about his behaviour is certainly correct and I don't deny an inch of it. Talking about his speckled mood swings...to be blunt and brutal, the sign is not okay. Your description about his uncanny mood swings and my examination of his actions during that week of the medical check-up is certainly the same. Both of us have seen the same scene but in unalike circumstances. I had spoken with one of my doctor acquaintance who is a psychiatrist. After four hours of complete heeding of the entire condition"about his demons attacking him, his fears, his irrational justifications for his ire, his actions of hiding and forgetting things...he is sure that the case is grim. He has asked us to do a quick medical examination and fix an appointment with him so that things can be figured out easily.

But don't fret; the case is not going to be grave. We are just concerned and are just taking a prophylactic step as this may be a case of a psychiatry disorder.

Take care until then and do let me know of the happenings. Have a good day!

Dr. Raymond

Dated: 27th July 2015

Ishani closed the letter in a strange panic; a fear that has never evoked in her brain or heart. She felt embittered now and she did not know why. Everything nearby her appeared zilch now because her concentration was now jammed, for her, the shock that Ranveer might be prey to a psychiatry malady sounded daunting.

"No, no, no! Ra-Ranveer cannot be...no. The doctor is wrong. He can-cannot, no!" her lower lips quivered, her eyes springing scorching, stewed, sore tears as her effronteries went traumatized just like the surrounding when she looked at the letter once again. The last two lines of the letter were now scarred in her heart, the tension level rising with each passing minute.

Myriad minutes passed now and she looked at the letter in a tranquil fashion when she heard the knock once again.

"Who's this now?" she whispered, almost to herself as she now opened the door to see a sexy Ranveer before her, his shining black tuxedo glimmering into her already glistened eyes as she now stared at his chocolate eyes when she pounced into his chest, the glittery glimmer reflecting on her face when Ranveer asked, "Hey, what's wrong? Aren't you ready yet?"

"Ranveer, don't go away from me, please," she cried hard, her slobber oozing out in agony before Ranveer asked, caressing her messy hair, "Ishani, what happened? Where did I go?"

She now broke form the hug and reproached, "That doctor-"

"Doctor? Doctor what, Ishani?"

"No, I shouldn't tell this to him. I shouldn't. He is already a scared soul. I don't want him to get scared again," she thought before she managed, "No, nothing, A bad...bad dream."

"Dream! Oh c'mon! Who would dream with open eyes? And look at you! You look horrible! Why did you cry so much?"

"Well, chuck it. We are already late," she changed the topic quickly after Ranveer asked, "What's that in your hand, Ishani?"

It was the letter! Crap! She has to manage with another lie now. "This-this is a letter from...yeah, from Nysa," she heaved a sigh as he spoke, holding her hand into his, "I am completely alright Ishani. There's no need to worry now, okay? Look at my hand, it's almost fine."

She nodded biting her lips as he kissed her on the forehead and whispered; his sexy baritone back, "I'll be waiting for you. Be quick," he winked and left the place in a serene fashion as Ishani looked mesmerized by his actions. He was certainly in a romantic mood today. There was nothing wrong with him, she thought and shut the door, taking out the dress which Nysa had gifted her on her birthday.

"Ishani! Open the door!" Ranveer squealed for the umpteenth time and there was hardly a response from her side. Petrified as he was, he banged on the door for one more time before he barged into the room, in steep fear.

He now looked at an envisaging Ishani, whose mind was blocked and her dress, incomplete. He quickly tchched' after which she came back to reality. Shocked as she was, she nippily turned away from him, hiding herself from him.

"Wh-Who asked you to come here, Ranveer?"

"I-I am sorry, Ishani. Well, I was...was calling for you for the past half an hour and I heard no response from you. So I got scared and banged the door. But what I see is...I am sorry, Ishani," he turned away and strode to the exit now before stopped him, "Did you even call me?"

"Wait, what? What you mean by that? Didn't you hear my voice?"

"No," she replied, almost to herself as soon as ejaculated, "How? I mean, isn't my voice loud enough to hear?"

"Nah, not at all. Anyway, never mind," she sighed as he now asked, "When have you planned to leave? It's 10 already! The wedding is at 11, remember?"

"Yeah, yeah, I do. Give me some more time, Ranveer. I'll be ready. This...this dress is difficult. I mean, I don't get the hang of it."

"Uh? What?" he exclaimed, "Take another one then!" he was restless now while Ishani now voiced, "No! I'll wear only this. Please..."

"Okay. But please, be fast!" he stepped once again towards the exit as Ishani held her head in distress. How will she wear the dress now?

She now called out for his name once again before he entered the room, in tension when she looked at him with her half worn dress as he turned once again, in embarrassment.

"Ran-Ranveer..."

"Hmm"

"Can you...help me with the-the dress? Please..."

"But how can I?" he replied timidly, after which Ishani grinned, "Then I may never come to the wedding today."

Ranveer chuckled before replying, "I am no good at it, Ishani. Don't trust me for this."

"But Ranveer, why don't you try at least once? Maybe things can come in your favour. Look, there's a video too, please. This saree is heavy, too!"

"Uh, okay, I'll try my level best, Ishani. But only on one condition."

"Whatever might be the final construction, you should accept it happily. You shouldn't laugh at my skills," he warned her before he turned. Slowly striding towards her, he took the phone from her hand and kept it aside, taking the saree from her other hand.

"Gujarati style, please?" she pleaded him with her sweet voice as he looked on before chuckling, "Indo-western..."

"Ranv-" she whispered while he now pinned her against the wall and whispered, "You would look more appealing in an Indo-western wear, love."

"Oh really?" she whispered whilst he replied her with a soft nod as he now began pleating the longer side of the saree. Getting a decent sized section of the pleats, he tucked them to the waistband whilst his fingers wandered through her exposed navel, the rest of the saree now impending from the innermost pleat to the left.

Tucking along her waist furthermore, the saree now reached her spine along with his fingers which gave her a ticklish feeling as she now closed her eyes, the pure feeling of him touching her frail, soft spots making her wild. Switching to the other end of the saree, he pleated the shorter side as he now passed to the shoulder section and wrapped it, such that it passes from her right hip and then over her left shoulder. He noticed that her eyes were still closed as he now adjusted the hang of the saree and created a deep U at the right hip whilst the shoulder pleats hung at a level. Pinning the saree, he heaved a sigh of relief in exhaustion.

"Ishani, the saree is done, have a look at you," he whispered to her ears when she opened her hazel ones. She never realized that she was so damn beautiful.

"You knew to do a saree, don't you?" she asked, a childlike innocence emanating from her eyes as he threw his hands over her shoulder and pulled her towards him then whispered in a husky tone, "I do, why?"

"You seem to be an expert at this, Ranveer," she confessed as he now pinned her back to the wall, his hands now clasping her hips.

"Ishani, you look beautiful, you know?"

"Hmm," she looked at him with a strange magnetism as he now lowered his head, his eyes looking at her already rosy, glossed lips. Knowing what was approaching her; she tried to push him but failed miserably, for his grip over her hips, strong.

"Ranveer, let's go," she tried to distract him but was in vain as he now bridged the iota of distance between them as his lips collapsed against hers. His eyes were now closed and so were hers when his clutch over her hips tightened as he now rubbed circles against her hip. On the other hand Ishani let her hands clasp his soft hair, her jagged nails interlocked with his hair as their lips parted only to kiss again, the intensity rising with each second. He now explored her inner mouth as their tongues met with each other which made Ishani now moan his name whilst he now drew harder circles over her hips and it gave her a ticklish feeling for her. Both of them never realized their surroundings until they broke for some fresh air, their heart beats thumping with a passionate rapidity.

Gazing at each other's eyes for untold number of seconds, he now pulled her towards him for a constricted embrace as he now whispered, "I love you, Ishani. I love you so much and you can never imagine!"

"Shall we leave Ranveer? It's already time for the wedding. We cannot get inside late, can we?"

Breaking out from the hug, he chuckled, "Oh yeah, I just-just forgot! Let's leave!" he blushed and turned away, striding to the exit as Ishani thought, "It's not just a desire...I really love him."

Done! Constructive Criticism will be more than welcome and sorry for typos! :D :D

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