The Binding String

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Ishita Vishwanathan Iyyer never preferred to attach the middle name with her, maybe on documents she was Ishita Vishwanathan Iyyer but for her friends, for herself she was just Ishita Iyyer. A girl born and bought up in middle class tamil brahmin family always wished to live her life like her friends, she wished to be her Appa's favourite and Amma's piece of heart but the destiny had some other plans for her. From the day she started to understand things, all she understand her father and family nagging to her mother for a son. A son who's considered as only support system for parents unlike girls who are just burden and bound to leave there parents one day or another. The ugly fights between her Amma and Appa left scars on her tender heart, the bubbly Ishita Iyyer had developed so many misjudgement for world in her heart which no one cared to clarify. She was seven when her Appa threw her mother and her sister out of house along her in midnight, her strong mother didn't shed tears rather than decided to raise her two daughters by her own. Her mother was already a working under Tax Department in Chennai decided to shift Delhi to move to move away from bitter memories of there past but it not happen always when moving away from place helps in erasing the bitter memories. Maybe they were away but the nine year old Ishita never found courage to erase the bitter memories of her past, she always remebered her father whenever her mother faced hardships, she dreaded on him whenever she found her mother struggling to protect her daughters against the male dominant society. Ishita never found herself able to get close to her mother, unlike her sister Vandita who never took her situations in negative way and chose to face bravely them.

Maybe Ishita was not brave but Ishita never let herself weak against anyone, not even her mother. Since childhood she decided to find her own way, she became her own guardian and mentor, her own friend and critics wherever it needed. Except her neighbours daughter Mihika- Ishita never allowed anyone to come closer to her, that was all Ishita. A fearless cold hearted girl who never wished any good thing for her not even love. The marriage was out of question for Ishita, the girl who brought up seeing the conflicted marriage never found the idea of companionship suitable but there are few things which needed to be do for society, appearently marriage with Raman was one of that for her. When she first saw Raman Bhalla, a strange nameless feeling erupted in pit of her stomach which cannot be define in words. He is a charming and intelligent man anything woman can die for, the exact replica of man she sketched in her heart when she read Mill & Boon's for first time. The grey eyed men were rare to find in India and he had those, the deep grey eyes hiding millions of things behind those, a pointed nose, hard jawline, a dimple to die off, short silky locks which fall on his forehead whenever he laugh.

She never realised when a hue spread on her cheeks thinking about him, today she was decking herself in best way. She never preferred to pay attention over herself but today it was all different. It's not about her maybe, today it's about him. She wishes to look good with him, she chose black chiffon saree for the evening paired with golden high necked blouse, adorned her ears with jhumkas, glistened her plum lips with nude shade of lipstick, enhanced her eyes with eyeliner, left her silky locks open just the way she like. When she came out from her room her feet halted in middle finding him seated along her Amma, appreciating her filter coffee. She greeted him with small smile and they left for party after ensuring her Amma to return home early. He looked dangerously handsome in clean shaven face, the royal blue formals suited on him that evening, making him look like perfect model material. She left a cold sigh thinking he started to occupy her mind and heart with his aura.

Kaajal, teekaa peechhe kaanon ke
Nazron ko roke re
Duniyaa deti laakhon hi dhokhe
Meethee si ho ke re
(The kohl and black mark behind the ear,
keep the evil eye back..
The world deceives you in a hundred thousand ways..
I become sweet,)