The Binding String

S I X T Y - E I G H T

"Don't try to run away with your responsibilities Ishita." Raman countered back, not ready to back off.

"I might Raman, I might have done that if you didn't worsened the situation. If I am distant from my child today than the reason is you, if i hate being mother of her than the reason is you."

"Hahh!!! Really? It's you who created all the issues between us Ishita. You was an incompetent wife before and now an incompetent mother as well. You will make this marriage ruin one day."

"Our marriage has already doomed Raman and the reason is you, if our marriage is falling apart than the reason is you. You think a child can bind us than you're wrong. Nothing can keep us binded Raman, not even this child. You killed the soul of this marriage long back and died souls don't come back."

Ishita collected her water bottle and left their room leaving Raman seething and agonised. He smashed the vase against the wall followed by their picture frame. He cannot digest failures but that's all he has in his plate.

Otherside Ishita straightway went inside the balcony and closed the sliding door behind her. It was early October of the year and she can feel little chill in the air, Ishita closed her eyes and allowed the brezze to hit her, the pregnancy, delivery her husband everything started to make her feel suffocated. Why can't things go normal in her life? Her and Raman issues were never sorted and now she became mother as well.

Mother.

Her daughter is better now, it was nothing less than miracle that the little life fought such tough battle and emerged out as a survivor. Her daughter suffered and somewhere she is the sole reason behind it. She never took care of herself in her pregnancy days and her daughter bore all the consequences of the same. Ishita is never able to figure out her emotions for her daughter, when she lifted her in her arms for the first time she felt heaviness in her heart. Being a mother she should love her and adore her but her dead heart had no emotions for her little daughter. That day for another time a realisation hit her that she is unfit to call a mother.

She is a child born out of love, she deserves all the love and adoration but Ishita doesn't know if she would be able to give her that love.

Just go away Raman! I don't want you in my life!!

Ishita slumped down on her knees and cried her heart out.

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PRESENT DAY
FORTIS HOSPITAL
NEW DELHI

"Papa!!!!"

Raman rubbed his eyes listening his daughter voice, he wiped away mist from his eyes, he never realised how long he was standing outside from the room and recalling the days when he saw Roohi for the first time. Raman replied her and put a smile on his lips before going back to her, "What happened Jaan"

"Can you braid my hairs Papa? Pleaseeee." Roohi made a cute pout enough to melt her father, Raman took comb and rubbers from her and start braiding her hairs.

"Papa........aaooooo it's paining."

"Sorry sorry darling. Is it fine now."

"Yes but put that pink rubber only."

"Han meri Maa I am doing that only."