The Binding String

N I N T Y - T W O

"Kya Raman ouch! Aankhein daan karke aayi hai kya madrasan?"

"Maine kya kia hai? Aap dekh ke nahi chalte ho?"

"Main sirf khada tha tum aayi ho chalke. Andhi."

"Aap andhe ho." Ishita retorted back twitching her lips. The way she rolled her eyes looking at Raman enough to make him chuckle. He kept holding her waist and rolled her beneath himself, "Andhi madrasan."

"Pagal pati." The two laughed together and looked at each other, Ishita rubbed her husband face gently as her eyes met his, she found those little swelled and red and it increased her concern for him.

"Your eyes look swollen. Are you alright?"

"Hmm. I am." Raman pacified Ishita still holding her in his arms.

"You cried?" She rephrased her question, her concern was growing more.

"Nahi meri maa, theek hoon main."

"Is it about Romi? If it is then don't Raman." The smile from his face vanished the moment Ishita mentioned his cousin and he left a cold breath. "I ain't. I am glad we found out about him on time, his injuries are serious. He is not even twenty five and he already faced do many challenges. You know I planned to send him to UK for his master's, but this boy he spoiled everything. He could have waited for a few years but....."

"Let it be Raman. We cannot control everyone's lives and actions."

He replied in a slow hum continued to make patterns on her waist, the couple remained caged in each other arms, it was early evening and everyone were in their room taking rest before gearing up themselves for the evening celebration.

"Accha vaise kya gift doge mujhe is baar?" Ishita wiggled her eyebrows looking at her husband curiously.

"Main hoon toh tumhare pas aur kya chahiye tumhe?"

"Kitne kanjoos ho aap Raman. Apni eklauti biwi ko gift bhi nahi de sakte ho." Ishita faked anger enjoying mischief in his eyes.

"Sabko eklauti hi biwi hoti hai, dolauti nahi." He retorted back, rolling her such that she trapped beneath him. "My today's kiss is pending."

"No way Raman, after that washroom fiasco I don't want to take risk." She warned struggling to get out from his hold. "Now you're stuck madam, I won't leave you until I get my kiss." He pinned her hands above, planted a chaste kiss on her cheeks and brushed their nose together making her giggle. "Nothing can stop me from kissing you."

"Raman no..."

"Yes..."

"No.."

"Mumma!!! Mumma!!!"

"Are baap re!! Aa gaye police wale. Abhi isne kuch dekh liya toh phir poore ghar mein meri izzat ka kabada ho jayega." Ishita found Raman jumping far away from her, he made a cushion partition between them and took the farthest side of the bed leaving her bewildered. Before she could understand more, Roohi jumped on her mother and wrapped her arms around her waist leaving her father soar faced.

"Papa why are you making this pillow wall?" Roohi curiously looked at her parents wiggling her eyebrows.

"Ermm...wo....Haan! We were trying new decoration." Raman made up whatever answer came in his mind leaving her wife laughing on him.