The Binding String

N I N T Y

"Neelu, please pick my dresses from the boutique. I have given you the details already and bring her back with you." Neelu nodded her head and secured Roohi's hands in hers. Once they departed, Ishita locked the knob and walked back in her room to resume her work. As Roohi started to recover, she demands to play and urge to stay outside to play with her friends and she is still unfit to exert herself for long hours that's why Ishita enrolled her in abacus and art classes in their own society. Mostly Ishita drops her to classes first then she goes for her own yoga sessions and then Ishita takes her to garden to play. Whatever happened in last few days were not easy to forget for her and even her husband absence is more irritable for her.

Raman has to leave for South Korea urgently, a week back she received a call from her PA, Mr. Bansal who informed her how they took over a famous Korean beverage company and Raman had to be present there to complete the remaining formalities that's why he had to leave to Seoul immediately. Ishita and Roohi last saw him when he asked them to come to the airport along his clothes. He was certainly unhappy to leave them in such a haste but not every thing happens as per our plan. He was busy with his team when they reached to airport, he was dressed in his favourite ash grey business suit along reading glasses busy in discussing something important. Their eyes met and remained locked even when he scooped Roohi in her arms and hugged her.

"I'm sorry for leaving just like that." He whispered cupping her face.

"I understand. Please come soon." She replied in a mere whisper. Their eye lock didn't lasted longer as Roohi had a long list of the gifts she wished to have from new country. He stayed for fifteen minutes and then left for private terminal leaving them behind and it's been eight days since she last saw him. They mostly converse over texts and audio calls which are more for Roohi, she don't know when he will return back but his dark passionate eyes upon her leaves chills down her spine.

I am missing you.

She whispered thinking about him, Ishita rubbed her cheeks and stood on the ottoman to check the clothes kept in the upper shelf. She found some packets and it intrigued her, there were some packets which she never unpacked after she shifted with Raman. She tore the packets and a gasp left through her parted lips, the exotic sets of lingerie from Victoria secrets, Dolce & Gabbana were kept packed and hidden. She looked at the bills and those were of different dates from the time they shifted together till last few weeks, some of them were shopped from India and few of them were from abroad and all of them were simply exotic. The laces and fabrics were so soft which made her giggle, Ishita dimmed the lights adoring the fabric kept on her lap.

If he picked these clothes for her then why he never gave her?

Wait!! How would he give these to her considering the issues we had between each other all these months.

But still he chose to pick all these stuffs for me? Does he believed on us and on this marriage?

Ishita kept the packets close to her chest and wondered about her thoughts, the piles of the clothes were still kept but she was least bothered. She doesn't remember wearing such sexy lingerie since last four years maybe but she knew about his choices, he love watching her in exotic clothes. The flashes of the past suddenly left shivers down her spine and she ended up blushing imagining herself

Wait! Forget about lingeries she doesn't remember wearing modern clothes the way she used to. She was a whole different woman before Roohi birth, a carefree woman who used to live life freely. It's not like she doesn't enjoy living her life now but yes she has certain responsibilities to cater which she absolutely love to fulfill. Once done arranging her stuffs back at the place, she stripped out from her regular clothes and entered in the shower area, excited to wear one such lingerie. She wanted to know if the clothes choosen by her husband looks nice on her or not. She started pampering her skin with body scrub followed by body wash, her hairs smelled nice and she stepped out from the shower area dressed in the bathrobe. The lights of the walk in closet were dimmed, she played soft music on the speakers and sat infront of the mirror, admiring her glowing self.