The Binding String

S E V E N T Y - F I V E

PRESENT DAY
HOTEL EMPERIAL HEIGHTS
ROOFTOP LOUNGE
NEW DELHI

"Aren't you're angry on me Ishita?" Ishita looked at her husband who was still not meeting his eyes with her but his fingers were still entangled with her.

"I am just wondering how can a single moment of weakness can spoil an entire relationship. Somewhere we both had done a same mistake and it costed us alot." Ishita whispered feeling pathetic on herself. She was angered on her husband, but at the same time her inner gut allowed her to show the same to him knowing well she was also the one who allowed her friend to take advantage of her anger and resentment. "When we stepped in this marriage we decided never let anyone interfere between us and see we were the one who allowed other people's to enter in our lives and spoil it."

Raman had nothing to say after that, he simply hummed in the response and shifted his chair close to Ishita. Vikram was quiet all the time, he knew he wasn't right person who intervene between them. Whenever Vikram recalls his wife betrayal, he felt himself somewhere responsible for all the pains he caused in Ishita life. If he managed to support his wife emotionally in her crucial times than things would never took such ugly turn in their lives.

"Raman, can you answer me something? I want you to be honest here."

"Yes."

"Do you ever felt any emotion towards Samaira all the months you spent with her?"

"Yes. I felt emotion of true friend maybe that's why I got courage to open up with her, that's all darling. I admit I never acknowledged my love towards you but that seperation made me realise your irreplaceable place in my life. Yes, I was wrong when I tried to search emotional comfort with Samaira presence but trust me Ishita not for once, something else crossed my mind."

Ishita nodded her head looking at Raman, she knew he is honest today but she was unable to forget his deeds which he done in the past. Knowingly or unknowingly he allowed another woman to enter in their life and create misunderstandings in their marriage. There were thousands of things which were running in her mind but right now she wanted to hear what happened after that.

"What happened after that? I remember you came back to India somewhere in the September itself, right?"

"Yes. But before that I encountered lots of harsh truths and those were the turning points of my life, better say our lives."

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WEEK TWO, SEPTEMBER 2015
PSR HEADQUARTERS
ZURICH

Since the evening of Samaira birthday, Raman was trying his best to maintain the distance from her. He was trying every possible way to avoid her, right now Raman was done conducting another conference call with the team working under him in the Bangalore when the door of his chambers opened and a man with the help of a cane. He was tall and well built Indian man with bushes like black beard, he was wearing formal black trouser with baby pink shirt. Raman was ready to lash him out for invading his personal space when he showed his palm to him and he stopped before he could lash him out.

"Are you Raman Kumar Bhalla?"

"Yes I am, and may I know who are you."

"Vikram Khanna. I hope you have heard my name before." Raman doesn't need to put strain on his head to recall who is Vikram Khanna, he is the wife beater for him who left no chance to make his wife and daughter life living hell.