The Binding String

S E V E N T Y - O N E

"Tumse door.....matlab business trip. Mujhe nahi lagta wahan mujhe tumhara khayal bhi aayega. You know your workaholic husband well." His statement was enough to pale her face, she sighed and left the place silently. Raman smacked himself mentally for upsetting her. He ran behind Ishita and stopped Ishita who was entering in the washroom taking her nightclothes along.

"Okay ab naraz mat ho." Ishita didn't looked at Raman, her eyes were struck at the floor. "Ishita!" This time his voice turned soft and husky, he encircled his hands around her waist and pulled her towards himself.

"You know I cannot answer such technical questions, right?" Raman cupped Ishita face, he didn't want to pick fight with her. "It's okay Raman. I shouldn't have started such silly argument." Ishita tried to leave but her husband firm grip didn't let her.

"Why you girls ask such difficult questions darling!" This time he settled on the bed taking her on his lap. "I am really so bad in these matter, you know that na." He nuzzled his face in the nape of her neck, his lips started to devour her neck. "Don't worry I will surely find some way to mend our fight. But we will try not to fight okay." She hummed in the response wrapping her hands around him.

"But why you asked such weird question today." His fingers entered inside her top, started to caress her soft skin sending tingles down her spine.

"I don't know, maybe because we never talk or......." Ishita voiced died down in the throat, her eyes met with Raman and they shared a deep eyelock.

"I am not good with these things, you know that na." Ishita nodded her head her eyes were not leaving his face. "We are new in the marriage and I am sure we will find our ways to deal with this problem. Okay." Ishita blinked her eyes, their bodies remained tangled as they fell over the bed. He caressed her legs with his, face remained hidden in the crook of her neck. "I can surely fix this issue today." Ishita laughed listening him, this man is insatiable. This time she moved forward and latched her lips with his and the world stopped for them.

"Kaash! Us din sach mein soch pata ki tumse door rehke tumhe kaise manaunga. Par tab hum itne khush the ki ye khayal hi nahi aaya man mein. We were happy, won't we Ishita! Then why these distances?" Raman glided his thumb across the wallpaper of his mobile phone, his wife picture which he recently started to keep. Everytime he look at her smiling face he feel someone stabbed his heart. Once they were reason behind each other smiles and now probably they are reason of each other miseries. He is miles away from her yet her memories never left his side. The guilt of leaving her alone was eating him but his shallow ego wasn't allowing him to take a step towards her.

"Raman, your latte."

A voice came from behind forcing him to slid his phone back in the pocket of his jacket. He wiped off the mist from his eyes before looking back at the woman who was standing along two cups.

"I asked you for black coffee."

"Huh! That's tasteless, why can't you try my favourite one."

Raman chuckled before taking the cup from her hand. He never imagined meeting his old class fellow after years that too in the foreign land. Samaira used to be his batch mate in the IIM-A, at the college days they hardly used to exchange words. Raman was never keen on exchanging words with his female classmates and hence Samaira became just another name for him in his class, just a name for the acknowledgement of the batchmates. Who knew, the girl he never cared to notice will become reason of his solace in his lows. Raman took a seat amd asked Samaira to take another one.