The Binding String

F I F T Y - T W O

"Do you know the local Fish Markets are very much famous here."

"And I have no plans to visit those." Ishita scrunched her nose making Raman chuckle, "I can't stand with that smell."

"You remember that incident when I took you to Fish Market of Mumbai and that woman stumbled upon you?" Ishita face filled with horror recalling one such incident from their early marriage days when Raman took her to Fish market just for fun and one woman who was carrying fish for sale stumbled upon her making entire stuff empty on her head.

"You tricked me that evening. You enjoyed teasing me." Ishita whined making faces. She took bath almost for five to six times to wipe off the smell from her body.

"I still enjoy teasing you." His words were like slow whisper, kissed her skin and sent tingles deep in her spine, causing her entire body to shudder. Ishita eyes met with her husband for brief moment and she could find the glimpse of her old Raman back. "Hmm look like we reach." Raman climbed out from the car where Ishita rubbed her flushed cheeks and wore her sunglasses following him.

"This is Muliaage, Official Residence of President Of Maldives." They entangled their hands as they started to explore another tourist attraction of Maldives. After that they have decided to visit Old Friday Mosque, neither Raman nor Ishita have faith on God, but that evening they had hopes in their hearts when they entered in the premises of Mosque. Ishita covered her head with stole and Raman with his handkerchief, the two closed their eyes and sent a prayer to almighty to save their marriage.

Ishita opened her eyes and than looked at her husband who was standing with closed eyes, she had never seen him praying something from almighty in these three years of marriage. She hoped if he prayed for their marriage.

Because she asked same.

Few Hours Later..........

Raman and Ishita were strolling their feet on the beach, crushing the wet sand under their feet. It was late night, the artificial beach was illuminated with the bright lights. The cool crystal water occasionally touching their feet and going back. Like them, many couples can be seen there, enjoying the beauty of nature. They had almost covered all the local tourist attractions and now the Artificial Beach was the last spot in their list. Ishita occasionally sipped her coconut water where Raman sipped his Biyadhoo Special, a local cocktail drink made up of Pineapple and Rum. The two stopped by a couple, who hails from India and appearetly came for their honeymoon.

"Sir! Can you click our few pictures?" The girl seem young, some twenty three or twenty four. She flickered her eyelashes and passed a sweet look to Raman and Ishita which made Ishita laugh within her cheeks. Other side, an unpleasant Raman took the camera and started to click their pictures in cliche poses. The scowl on Raman face was worth to watch, Ishita clamped her mouth, enjoyed her husband expressions who was making faces seeing the way couple posed.

"Do you know few more romantic poses?" The girl came running towards Raman and eyed at him curiously.

"No Mam." Raman replied politely, looking at Ishita who was laughing on his misery. "It's okay Darling. Even these pictures are lovely. This Sir seems to be an experienced photographer." The man who must be her husband rescued Raman and the two left from there after thanking them.

"Wtf! Do i look like a photographer?" Raman threw his hands in the air marching back towards Ishita who shed her inhabitation and laughing her ass out.

"Madrasan! Shut up!"

"You seems to be an experienced photographer." Ishita teased Raman back, her hands were rested on her abdomen to prevent the ache from the continuous laughing. An annoyed Raman pulled Ishita in his arms with a jerk, the sudden actions caught her off guard and she clutched the collar of his shirt to save herself from falling. Their eyes met with each other as their breaths mingled. Their mind denied for the growing proximity, it made them nervous but their bodies has something different to say. It carved for the touches they missed, the overgrown sexual needs almost made them feel like they kissed. Their lips brushed slightly causing her to whimper, Ishita breaths went uneven when his words fell in her ears.