The Binding String

S E V E N T Y

But this time the situation is all different.

She is the mother here, whether she agrees or not, accept or not.

She supported her one hand behind her neck and other one on her bottoms before lifting her. Her little daughter held the collar of her dress, she somehow managed to remove the dress and slipped another night shirt. In the few minutes Ishita felt comfortable with her own daughter, after slipping bottoms she buttoned up her nightshirt and made her wear small socks. Ishita chose salmon pink night suit for her daughter, she realised this color suited her really well.

She picked little cap and mittens from the same bag and made her wear that as well.

"She look like a little doll." Ishita whispered to herself admiring her daughter and smiled. The serene child who managed to steal her mother's heart started to cry another time. She cried her lungs out making Ishita jump at her place, she lifted her in her arms and tapped her back softly but her cries didn't lessened. She tried to coo her but the little girl seemed adamant and fussy.

"Ab kya karoon main!!" Ishita whispered to herself patting her back, her gaze fell upon an empty feeding bottle kept on the chest of the drawers and she hit her forehead. She covered her with her baby blanket and went downstairs, to prepare formula milk for her. The kitchen area was cold as comparision to her room, she wrapped blanket more tightly around her as she turned on the gas. Until the milk was prepared, Ishita continued patting her back, she roamed around the kitchen taking Roohi in her arms, her baby smell calmed her, maybe it's the first time when she held her for such longer time. Ishita took the feeding bottle and went upstairs, the little girl seemed restless now it was visible from her facial expressions. Once making her lay down on her own bedding, she started feeding her milk. Roohi black orbs were struck on her mother and she tried to hold her hand, Ishita never realised when she started crying looking at her.

Roohi tiny fingers were holding her bracelet, she laid down next to her face inches apart from Roohi admiring her squealing form.

"I am sorry but you.... don't deserve a mother like me. I am sorry. You're too good but your Mumma don't deserve you." She chose to sob looking at her little baby, her little daughter who was looking at her without blinking her eye rested her head on her shoulder. Ishita continued to pat her until she landed into a dreamland. She herself laid next to her and choose to admire her with tear brimmed eyes.

Ishita thought she cannot be a mother ever, she had no mother instincts in her but she overlooked the truth that she expertly took care of Roohi without any prior experience and her little daughter enjoyed her company.

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PRESENT DAY

Ishita felt a sharp pain on her lower back which she ignored and continued to walk around her room carrying her daughter along. Her little mice became more stubborn nowadays and her father's constant absence is not helping her by any means, Ishita caressed Roohi back softly for another time, her snores confirmed that she is in the deep sleep. She softly sat on the bed before making her lay down, this time the backpain made her hiss. Ishita wanted to sleep like a log but after daughter, she had to wait for her father who seemed occupied with his office. She unlocked her phone and gone through his unread messages, he is going to arrive by eleven which means it's still an hour left. It's been two weeks since they made up time for each other after his product launch party, he became more occupied with several other works and projects leaving no time for family. Raman absence botheted Ishita and Roohi both but Roohi is the one who got majorly affected by her father constant absence which made her cranky. In this situation Ishita has to give more attention to Roohi and fulfilling all her valid and invalid demands, like making her sleep in her arms.