The Binding String

S I X T Y - F O U R

Anyone missed me!!!
I really missed you all.
Anyways the media linked above is the phenomenal gazal I when I kept this book on hold which later became an inspiration to write this chapter. I know this is short one but this was all I can think right now.

Thanks for reading it in advance.
Show some love here if you can 😅.

See you later

Xoxo
Love
Aarohi

Note :- Past is written in italics.
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FEW HOURS LATER

Ishita looked at her reflection for another time, the saree pleats weren't at their usual place, she undid the pleats and made them again before pinning them up. Next she adjusted her pallu and left it free flow, it skillfully hid her baby bump and she felt satisfied with her look. She tucked few tendrils behind her earlobe and wore silver jhumka which co-ordinated along her saree. Till afternoon she had no plan to accompany her husband in the gazal concert but she cannot resist listening to her favourite gazal singer at any cost well a part of her cannot ignore the efforts Raman is making towards her. She wants to see how far he can go to keep her happy, Ishita took her clutch and about to leave her room when her phone buzzed. Ishita stopped few seconds before picking up the call from unknown caller, "Hello."

"Hello Madam, I am Hritika speaking from ASL Estates, when you're going to visit our site? The apartment you finalised is in high demand due to extra facilities but we kept it in halt just for you."

"I am sorry Hritika, I don't think it can be done now maybe some other time."

"But why Mam? You looked interested when you visited our site last time. We can negotiate more."

"It's not about money Hritika, is that I need money for something else. We need to keep it halt for sometime."

"Okay Mam as you say." The call disconnected for other time, Ishita dropped her clutch bag and moved towards her closet. She unlocked her locker and took out the nameplate from it which says Madhavi Iyyer.

She planned to gift an apartment to her Amma on her fifty fifth birthday. Everything was planend, she can buy a house by her own from her savings and loans but nothing worked according to her desire. Her husband one blunt reply spoiled everything, she knew if he got hint regarding her taking loan than he would make entire payment by his own and her dream to gift their own house to her mother would never be fulfilled. Ishita wiped off her helpless tears and kept the nameplate back inside the locker listening someone's footsteps coming towards their room.

"Puttar? Are you ready?"

"Jee Mummy Ji." Ishita replied pretended to do last minute touchups. "You're looking beautiful and modest." Santhosh gace compliment to Ishita and applied kajal behind her earlobe. Ishita smiled looking at her mother in law and hugged her making her laugh as well. "are you sure you want to go along Romi and not Raman?"

"Yes Mummy Ji. I am absolutely comfortable along Romi and moreover Raman has his own works."

"You must go with him Ishita, you're his wife. It's your right."

But for your son I am nothing Mummy Ji. Ishita wanted to scream aloud but she has no heart to hurt her in laws who are more than parents for her. "It's okay Mummy Ji, I am absolutely comfortable." Ishita pressed Santhosh hands making her smile. She helped her in sitting down over the couch and passed her a glass of water.