The Binding String

S E V E N T Y - T W O

The emotional intimacy is the binding factor which helps keep marriage sustain in the crucial times. Raman Kumar Bhalla learnt this hard truth after crumbling down his married life. The woman standing in front of him, Samaira Khanna is the result of the negligence and blind eye he gave to his marriage all those early years. If he could hold the power to rectify his past actions than he would definately erased the months he met Samaira and seek emotional support from her. The way spilled milk cannot be refilled, past deeds cannot be undone. He didn't removed his gaze from Samaira khanan even for once, a cunning smile was dancing on her lips and eyes were burning with the hatred but nothing affected him today. He held his wife hand tightly and wounded his arms around her shoulder. He was surrounded with the paparazzi and after few seconds his gaze shifted on his wife face and than he never spared a look at her.

Samaira Khanna was holding bunch of white and red roses in her hands, she chose these flowers especially for Raman. Today she wanted to make him revisit the birthday he spent with her. The birthday where he promised to stay by her side and she decided to leave her husband and daughter. The man who didn't keep his promise and left her in misery is enjoying his life with his family whereas she left with nothing. This is not a fair part, he made her loose her husband and daughter and now he have to loose his wife and daughter.

She will make sure of it.

A fire of hatred fuled more when she found the lady stand by his side. She is a alluring beauty, the radiance on her face was unmistakable, her face was devoid with any makeup still she managed to capture attention of every single person present there. Her chiffon saree was exotic, wrapped skillfully around her body. She looked at herself, the pants and blouse she wore paired with blazer appeared faded to her. For the first time, Samaira Khanna became concious regarding her appearance. Her eyes turned watery but she didn't removed her eyes away from her, they were hugging each other, whispering sweet nothing in each other ears. They looked beautiful together but RKB belongs to her. The woman standing next to him was not there when he was emotionally broken and vulnerable. She gave him his shoulder and helped him to climb the ladder of success. She will not let him go away from her, by any means.

When she looked back at the direction, Raman was not there. She frantically looked everywhere but he was not there.

"Where Raman Sir left?"

"Well he stays for hour or two only. He prefer celebrating his birthday with his family." She heard two women talking, she crumbled the soft petals of the white rose in between her fingers and stomped her feet on the ground. She left the premises not before promising herself to see him again, this time to reveal his true colors to his wife and ruining his perfect looking life.

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GURUDWARA
SRI BANGLA SAHEB, NEW DELHI

An hour later, Raman was serving food in the langer. His head was covered with his handkerchief, sleeves were rolled upto elbows. Ishita was helping the ladies in preparing chapatis, it's been an hour since they arrived here on Raman suggestion. It was first time for Ishita when she visited gurudwara along Raman and it was an enthralling moment for her. The gurbani kirtan can be heard in the background, she was not able to understand the same but it was divine and soothing at the same time. Ishita applied ghee to the next bunch of chapatis and kept it in the basket. She can see hundred of people's sitting in the line and enjoying the food, the gurdwara is one such holy place where everyone are welcomed to have food irrespective of their caste or religion. Once she was done doing seva she chose to sit on the marble platform, soaking herself in the sun. "Thank you."