The Binding String

S E V E N T Y - F O U R

Hey people's,
All I can say I really tried to write my best here, I don't know how it turned out but I feel this was only something which I can try. I have mixed past and present here so don't get confused while reading.

I hope this story is going good and not making you bore. Cannot promise anything about the next part but I will try to post early as possible.

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Aarohi 💖

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PRESENT DAY
HOTEL EMPERIAL HEIGHTS
ROOFTOP LOUNGE
NEW DELHI

Ishita wrapped her dupatta around her bare shoulder while enjoying piano music in the background. She ran her gaze all around amazed with the arrangements done by her husband for the evening. He had booked an entire rooftop lounge for the dinner, well it is not going to be some normal dinner for them and she already knew the same but right now she couldn't do anything except calming her racing heartbeat. She unlocked her phone and glided her thumb across their family selfie they took some random day, their pure smiles were captured in that picture depicting the happy world they built after so many hardships and this meeting might put an end on everything, this meeting is capable enough to end everything what they have begun. Ishita looked at her dress, she was wearing a silk kurta with mandarin collar paired with churidaar pyjami and shawl, hoping if this would look appropriate to meet the person who is none other than the husband of Raman alleged mistress. Ishita rested her chin on her palm and started to tap her feet on the floor thinking about the past few days where they discussed if it would be worthy to have words with Vikram Khanna or not, she was always behind Raman to know the truth but today she was scared to face it. She rubbed her palms together until she felt a tug on the hem of her kurti. She narrowed her brows finding a seven or eight years old girl tugging her dress. Her lips curved into a smile automatically the way little girl passed her a heartfelt smile.

"Hi!" Ishita smiled the way little girl greeted her with an enthusiastic hello.

"Hello Beta. Kiske saath aaye ho aap?" She expected some reply but the little visitor seem to be busy in adjusting her pigtails. Ishita held her through her arm and pulled her closer, she smoothened her soft hairs and first freed her soft hairs from the rubber band. She took out her comb and combed her hairs softly before tying two pig tails. "Is it better?" She chuckled the way little girl admired herself in the front screen camera of her phone.

"You have done better than my Dad, thank you." The girl spoke in thick English accent. Ishita nodded her head and pulled out seat for her, "May I know your good name?"

"Amaaya Khanna." The girl replied cheerfully enough to fade out the smile from Ishita face. Her face turned pale and she bit her lower lip as the name fell in her ears. She cannot forget this name but she has no heart to express her anger on this little girl. Yes, she cannot hold grudges against this little angel, Ishita forwarded a glass of water to her which she gulped down in a single go, the heart stealing smile still didn't left her lips as she kept the glass back on thr table and folded her hands against her chest.

"How old are you?"

"Eight. Going to be nine in next few days." The girl grinned looking at Ishita, she nodded her head looking everywhere hoping to see her husband soon. "What's your parents name?"

"My dad name is Vikram and I don't know about my Mom. My Dad never told me." Ishita felt bad for the girl seeing her fallen face with the mention of her mother name. She can see the reflection of her Roohi in Amaaya who also suffered through same mental pain. Ishita couldn't help to stop herself from caressing her head, she chose not to ask anymore and redialled her husband number, asking about his whereabouts.