The Binding String

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☆ Happy new year to all fellow readers. May this 2020 bring good health, joy, prosperity and success in our lives.

☆ I have added the fragments of my favourite song Nazar Laaye Na from the movie Raanjhna.  I have added full song above.

She look serene most when she fell asleep in his arms, keeping her head on his arms, legs flung around his, her hand involuntary resting on his chest and soft snores synchronising along his own laboured breathing, he didn't remebered when they slept together last which such contement on there faces, yes there he was able to feel a different kind of warmth having her in his arms which cannot defined in words. He read a Japanese phrase once, called; koi na yokan. It doesn't mean love at first sight but it closer to love at second sight. Maybe the love will not happen instantly but maybe the love will happen someday. Ishita gave him same feeling when he saw her first time in the cafe, the nervous girl who instantly made space in his heart without any efforts. She never gave him feeling of love at first sight but she does gave him feeling of love which may happen between them someday, the love which he never had with someone, the love which can make world jealous, the love he wished to share with his lady.

Raman Bhalla was never into love and rationships since his teenage days, spending his academic years in boarding school the space for love got replaced by passion for his academics and his career. After getting placed in Singapore he may shared flings with various girls but no one managed to enter in his heart until he met with mysterious girl in Mihir's wedding. After two months of Mihir marriage with Mihika his own mother started to nag him for marriage with the daughter of his father colleague and the meeting in the cafe changed everything in his life.

YEAR 2010

CCD DELHI

Raman removed his glasses after taking his seat, after his mother continuous nagging and persuadations he decided to meet the so called girl his mother had chosen for him. He loosened the top buttons of his shirt continue to admire Delhi through glass walls of cafe, wondering the city had didn't changed even a little bit in these years. It's been several years when he settled to Singapore and working there but now his elder sister marriage and his parents old age compelled him to move back to Delhi and as a caring and obedient son Raman got transfered in branch of PSR Delhi. The only reason he didn't wishes to move back to home town was marriage, the stupid eight letter word which is enough to crush anyone's life. He hated marriages and relationships and even today he vowed to reject the girl no matter whatever happens.

"Huh!! Kya faltu ladki select ki hai Maa ne, time ka sense tak nahi hai usko. Aise ladki se toh bilkul shaadi nahi karoonga main." Raman grunted shifting his gaze from watch to entrance door simultaneously. He started to tap his feet to kill his time until a sweet voice caught his attention.
(What stupid girl Maa had chosen for me. She simply had no sense of time. I'm definitely not going to choose such girl for myself.)

"Are you Raman Bhalla?"

"Nahi main Bill Clinton hoon." (No I'm Bill Clinton.) He spat angrily before looking at the girl. As he shot his head up his eyes turned wide as soccer seeing the same girl infront of him he met twelve weeks ago but she looked exact different what she looked that night, due to dim light he indeed missed noticing her features but today she left him off-guard with her stunning appearance. She was dressed in jeans and short kurti paired with half jacket, carrying a college bag on her shoulder, a pair of specs resting on her nose, the jet black hairs pinned above her head, looked entirely different than that night but appealing unlike every other micro mini he meet. His eyes choose to absorb the beauty stood infront of him rather than blinking eyes.