The Binding String

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

"Yes, I do remember your name. So what made you land here?" Raman face was filled with arrogance and pride when he came infront of him, he was glaring at him looking into his eyes. Raman expected some reply from him but all he received a smirk before a punch landed on his face. He landed upon his butt holding his face astonished on his behaviour.

"What the hell are you doing."

"You deserve worse than this Raman Kumar Bhalla. You should be ashamed of having an affair with a married woman." Raman eyes bulged out when he heard Vikram Khanna crual accusations upon him. He somehow managed to stand on his feet glaring him constantly wondering if whatever he said was for fun sake or not? If it was a serious allegation than he is going to be in a serious trouble.

"I think you lost your senses Mr. Vikram Khanna." Raman yelled back, not ready to take his accusations.

"It's you who have done that. Why do you want to destroy my family? We have already suffered alot, what else left now?" Raman held his head unable to get Vikram words, he was looking upset and mad upon him and he need to listen his words before loosing his mind.

"You need to stop shouting and accusing me Vikram. We can talk calmly as well." Raman offered him seat in the lounge area. He called his team and asked them not to let anyone come in his cabin without his permission. "You have done it right, I don't want Samaira to know about our meeting."

Raman hummed as he forwarded a glass of water to Vikram which he gulped down in a single go. He looked little calmer than before and Raman was relieved with the same, "Who told you that I am having an affair with Samaira? I am a married man." Raman pointed towards platinum band on his ting finger. "Samaira is just a good friend of mine who is working as my personal image consultant, that's it. We are nothing more than good friends." 

"Rubbish! If you're both are just friends than why she keep sending me these pictures?" Raman took mobile phone from Vikram hands where Samaira had sent him their numerous pictures they clicked with each other on various occasions.

"These are just normal pictures which we clicked randomly, nothing else. Don't name it any name Vikram." An astonished Raman replied back, dumbfounded with the messages Samaira wrote with the every picture which could clearly misinterpret the entire situation.

"But this is the truth Raman, this is the damn truth. Samaira is circulating this picture everywhere and claiming to be in a serious relationship with you."

"Nonsense Vikram. How could she take an advantage of my trust towards her." A flabbergasted Raman yelled, unable to believe if Samaira could give him such a brutal backstab. Few of the among pictures were belonged from her birthday where she insisted him to dance along her. The pictures were clicked from such angle that it looked like both of them are kissing. Raman slumped down on his chair, too numb to react anymore. "Raman, you have spoiled many lives and you failed to realise the same."

Vikram spoke bitterly snatching his phone away from Raman hand.

"Trust me Vikram, not in my dreams I can imagine leaving my wife. We are married damnit. Why would I leave her. Trust me, me and Samaira are just good friends."

"Really! Than how the f**k she knows that you and your wife are having differences and you're not happy in your marriage? She stated the same reason to me before slamming divorce papers on my face." Vikram continued to lash our Raman before he slumped down on the nearby couch.

"Because we are having issues, every married couple has issues that doesn't mean that they will get seperate." Raman replied exasperated over the situation. "I shared everything with her because she is a good friend, nothing else Vikram." He tried to clear his side another time hoping Vikram would understand him but sadly Vikram rejected his every plea and clarifications.