The Binding String

F I F T Y - F I V E

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When Santosh and Om Prakash entered inside the ward, they found Ishita busy in making Roohi braids and their little granddaughter involved in watching television. Santhosh sanatizied herself before she took seat next to Ishita where Om Prakash seated next to Roohi. Ishita was done braiding her hairs and Roohi looked sleepy. Om Prakash took Roohi on his lap, the little girl already closed her eyes, ready to doze off.

"Puttar Raman told me about Dr. Ansari words." Ishita rubbed her head, the pain crossed her face again. Dr Ansari words stung Ishita heart and it filled with uncertainties and fears. Ishita gripped her mother in law hands with fear, Santhosh hugged her knowing well what must be she going through. "Tu fiqr na kar, sab theek ho jana hai beta." Santhosh consoled Ishita, wiping off her tears which spill out from her eyes anyways. "Puttar, i have something else to discuss. We visited to our family priest today. Puttar he examined Roohi horoscope, and told us the times ahead are critical but she would get fine. He suggested some remedies for her wellbeing.

Either mother or father can perform those."

Ishita know why Santhosh was reluctant while discussing this matter, Ishita don't believe on God or keeping fasts. In these eight years, she never kept any fasts or perform any holy Pooja. She pressed her mother in law hands and wiped off her eyes, "I will do anything Mummy Ji, to protect our Roohi. You tell me what I have to do." Santhosh smiled and nodded her head, she explained her the rituals and remedies need Ishita to perform. Later that afternoon, Ishita lied down next to sleeping Roohi, she occasionally patted her head recalling the eventful day she had. From her parents sudden appearance to getting another heartbreaking news about Roohi, she felt these are the most messy days going in her life.

From where you got so much motherly affection for Roohi whom you never wished at first place?

Vandita words rang in Ishita ears another time and her breaths turned rapid. She felt herself culprit infront of her sleeping daughter. Ishita never wished for a child, four years back her life was smooth with Raman. Atleast that what she felt, they were on the same pages trying to co-operate with each other. She believed that this new adjustment would bring peace and harmony in their marriage but life had other plans for them.

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YEAR 2016
JANUARY
NEW DELHI.

Her chest fell and rose rapidly with the rapid breaths, a sheen line of sweat glistened her round bosom which were filled with his bite marks. The window pane was covered with the thick layer of fog but at the other side of the room, the heat emitted through their bodies kept them warm. He hid his face in the crook of her neck as his hands gripped her ass before he plunged himself inside her. She yelp with pain, her vaginal muscles were not ready to bear his hard length another time but his touches arouse her, he teased her buttoned clit making her poke her fingers on his back. He moved inside her in a slow rythme teasing her engorged buttons simultaneously, a groan came out from her mouth and her teeth sunk in his shoulder. She urged him to move faster, their bodies moved hard and fast and she screamed with delight when he came in her for third time that night. They slumped beside each other, Ishita opened her eyes half and looked at other side, her husband was rustling inside thr duvet. It was coldness around her but his scent was lingering around her. Ishita tried to move but she failed, her legs were sore indeed. Before she could try another time, she found him beside her. He gently covered her with duvet first and then wrapped his hand around her.

"Was i rough?"

"No. It was good." Her wink made him laugh. He threw his head backwards and laid beside her. It was three of morning, he retuned after twelve, she was awake and waiting for him in blue robe. Blue is his weakness and she knew that, what started with teasing each other ended up on sex.