The Binding String

F I F T Y - F I V E

"With you I don't feel like to go for cardio." Ishita giggled, she was tired as well as sleep deprived but the glow was unmistakable on her face. He pressed her back gently and rested few cushions beneath her legs. She slept few seconds later and he kept looking at her, until his own eyes turned heavy. Next morning Raman was having breakfast with his parents and Ishita was making Paratha in the breakfast.

"Puttar paratha are tasty. Serve me one more." Santhosh complimented Ishita and she rushed towards her mother in law with fresh cooked Paratha.

"You made it Ishita? I thought Maa ordered it from restaurant." Raman teased Ishita making her throw onion at his direction which landed at the back of his head.

"It's called an attempt of murder."  Raman yelled back, throwing onion at Ishita direction. Ishita managed to save herself but the onion landed upon refrigerator making sound.

"Hey you two crazies. If something damaged than i will punish you both." Santosh faked anger making Om Prakash laugh and Raman and Ishita chuckle on their own foolishness. She joined everyone for breakfast and the morning turned chirpy for them. Santhosh sent silent prayer to almighty for bringing her family together once again. Ishita left inside her room to finish off some work leaving Raman and Santosh seated.

"Puttar. Thank you tera." Raman kept his laptop aside and looked at his mother with quizzed eyes.

"What happened Maa?"

"Thank you for bringing my old Raman and Ishita back. Now this place looks like Bhalla House." Raman shake his head, he was glad everyone are happy now. His entire family happiness rely on Ishita only. He is happy atleast he managed to convince Ishita to stay back.

"Don't worry Maa everything would be fine with us." Raman assured his mother.

"How long Raman? Differences are common between any married couple. You need to strengthen your relationship Raman."

"I didn't get you Ma."

"Plan a baby Raman. A kid can make your relationship strong. You're going to complete four years of your marriage now. You should plan a baby." Raman stare at his mother cluelessly. He wanted to share their family plans with his mother but he had no strenght to shatter her hopes. Raman didn't replied to Santhosh and left back to his room. Inside the room he found Ishita getting ready for University, he helped her in adjusting her scarf and than make her wear coat. He himself changed into his formals, Raman was buttoning his cuffs when Ishita cleared her throat to gain his attention.

"Raman, why didn't you told Mummy Ji when she asked you for baby?" Raman stiffed listening Ishita, he said nothing rather finished tying his shoe laces before he looked back at her.

"She is my mother Ishita, she would say it. It's up to us what we want."

"You should say her clearly, I don't want to give anyone false hopes."

"Trust me it would ne taken care. Everything would be planned according to your wish." Raman caressed Ishita face and peaked her forehead, "Let's go. You have an appointment with gyane today."

"You're coming with me?" Ishita questioned with a pleasent surprise .

"Yes." He replied and they left for Ishita routine check up. As they expected things went well, their family doctor was surprised and pleased with Ishita the progress Ishita made. She was taken by assistant for sample collection for regular medical tests and it was Raman alone with doctor Kiran Thakkar.

"Raman, your mother called me. Appearetly she had no clue about Ishita health issues maybe that's why she asked me."

"Asked you what?"

"She wants to know if Ishita has some gyane issues. She assum you and Ishita are visiting here for kid." Raman shake his head dumbely maybe his mother saw Ishita reports in their room and made assumptions in her head.

"I didn't inform her about Ishita health conditions and also assured her that she is fit."

"Is she? I mean can Ishita conceive?"

"Yes she can. Physically she can but we have to see if she is mentally prepared to embrace this new phase or not."

Raman nodded his head, his fingers were playing with the paperweight kept on the table, something started running in his head.

To be continued.......