The Binding String

S E V E N T Y - O N E

She will not let this flame die down. This time she was adamant to make Raman hers.

"Thank you for choosing me Raman, I promise I will always be your side."

Samaira gently hugged him, the hug caught Raman off-guard but she patted her back anyways.

"Thank God I have a friend like you."

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PRESENT DAY
APARTMENT 20-B, TOWER A
GULMOHAR ENCLAVES
NEW DELHI, INDIA

You was always a foe in a shape of friend, Samaira. I never knew if you will take advantage of my weakness. But what done has done, if I hold the power to prosper you, I do hold the power to destroy you and I will make sure to do that.

The old wounds never really heal. Raman kept his glass of wine on the coffee table and glued his eyes all over the sky, enjoying the starry night. He encouraged his wife to let go his past but what about him? His past actions are still bothering him, bothering enough to put him a guilt trip ever since he received a single line text from Samaira Khanna. He has shared alot about Samaira to Ishita but he still need to be brief about her, about each and every action and incident which bought Samaira in their lives. Alot has been changed between them but Ishita reaction still scares him, Ramane as dwelled in his thoughts and tapping his fingers against balcony railing when a pair of arm snaked around his torso, engulfed him in a warm hug. A smile spread on his lips and he pulled his wife in the front, she changed into her regular night wear from the churidaar, a single piece satin slip with an overcoat. Her hairs were left open resting upon her back, eyes were shining with love and admiration towards him. He bowed down infront of her, when she rose upon her toes and planted a soft kiss upon his forehead.

"Happy Birthday Husband." Her voice was soft as velvet, lips were few metres away from his own and her thumb pad was constantly rubbing against his cheekbone, sometimes behind his earlobes, while letting their gaze locked with each other. "For all the birthdays I missed, and for all the upcoming moments which we are going to cherish together." She planted one kiss on his left eyelid and than right.

"Are you crying?" Raman rubbed sheen forming in her eyes, Ishita didn't cared to wipe it rather tightened her hold around his upper body, "I am just overwhelmed that we are together again, to celebrate your birthday." Ishita felt her throat wobbling, she bit her lips before burying her head back against his chest.

"Yes, I don't remember when last I celebrated my birthday with my family and it all happened because of you." They looked at each other with smile adoring their lips, her petite frame trapped between his and the railing whereas his eyes continued to bore holes in her system.

"What made you take so long?" Her hairs which were covering her back previously were now resting on her left shoulder, her robe untied leaving her slender neck bare without any barrier for him.

"I was changing and than your darling daughter woke up." Ishita back arched more feeling her husband lips latch on her skin. A gasp escaped through her parted lips as he nipped her neck. Her breaths turned shallow and eyes were heavy, her ear tip turned red as the blood rushed up. They parted few seconds later, her lips were quikring anticipating for a kiss he never initiated. The robe slipped off from her arms left her in a thin stain slip with delicate noddle strap. There were no place of words between them when their eyes communicated love, he held her through her nape and nibbled her lower lip. Her nails poked on his arms, the aderline surging in her veins was overwhelming for her. The intimacy was long forgotten affair for them, her body carves for his gentle and soothing touches. She rubbed his jaw with her thumb pad as his tongue made his way inside the contours of her mouth. Her legs turned jelly and he dragged their bodies towards the corner they prepared while renovating balcony, the canopy hid their rezvendour when he dropped her on the soft cushion before capturing her lips again. He trapped her skillfully beneath himself, she appeared alluring in her night dress which she wears quite rare.