The Binding String

T W E L V E

But how will you face him Ishu? The thought nagged her again and she opened her eyes with a jerk. Ishita sat aback confused to react anymore, you always showed anger and hate for him and yesterday you had sex with him. Such an ass you're Ishu. She cursed herself for another time forgetting she was still naked inside her covers and her husband is taking shower in bathroom.

"But it's fine right. I didn't forced him for anything and we are still husband and wife. Ismein itna kya sochna." Ishita consoled herself trying to shut doors for thoughts. She grabbed his discarded shirt and her shots lying at her side of the bed and wore it hurriedly, while taking out her clothes from wardrobe her eyes fell on her reflection in mirror and Ishita banged her head with palm finding the three purple hickey on her neck. Her eyes turned wide due to horror realsing the intensity of the things happened between them last night. Before she could compose herself she found Raman coming out from washroom in his pants only resting his hands over his lower back. She continued to observe her husband who was wincing slowly still keeping his hands on his back.

It must be back pain again. Ishita murmured to herself and kept her saree aside.

"Are you having back pain?" Her awkwardness and embarrassment overpowered by concern for him seeing him groaning with pain.

"Yes." Raman replied keeping his towel on armchair before moving towards Ishita whom he failed to see. His breaths hitched in middle finding her in his shirt, with dishevelled hairs and swollen lips. The marks of the last night heated encounter were still visible on her body making him feel aroused.

"Wait, I will massage your back."

"Rehne do. Mujhe choone ke bahane mat dhoondho." Raman stepped two steps back, gestured her to stay away from him.
(No thanks. And stop finding ways to touch me.)

"Kyon tum John Abraham ho?" Ishita mimicked her husband opening the bottle of balm.
(Who are you? John Abraham?)

"Vaise bhi yeh sab tumhari vajah se hi hua hai." Indeed the sex was was heated between them last night, they hump each other like animals. The red nail marks over his back were enough to prove the intensity of makeout transpired between them that night. She covered her face with her palms, completely embarrassed with her own actions. She took a deep breath not ready to let her emotions come out infront of him and continue to massage his back with balm.
(It all happened because of you.)

"Aur meri wajah se kya hua hai?"
(Really? What exactly happened because of me?)

"Yeh meri back pe painting."
(These scratches on my back.)

"Jab pata hi zyada umar mein gymnastic nahi kar sakte ho toh phir kyon kiye?" Ishita whispered in incoherent voice making Raman roll his eyes. If it would have any other day then he would have roll over her and take her in his arms, ravished her lips and tickled her hard. He rubbed his eyes making himself recall that he had no place for past memories in his life, not for the memories attached with Ishita.
(When you know that you cannot do gymnastics in such age then why you try it even?)

She is just a closed chapter for him.

"Age? Matlab kya hai tumhara? Do I look old to you?" She arched her eyebrow finding her husband seated, making her leave the massage in middle.

"Obviously. The three white hairs are indicating same." Ishita came towards him on her knees, pulled the visible white hair making him wince. She ignored his dramatic wince and kept the white strand in his palm. "See. You're thirty five Raman. Aging is normal for you." She continued to tease him further making him lost in her radiant face, he forgot to blink his eyes admiring her most beautiful and pure form just for him. His loose shirt was buttoned carelessly, falling down from her right shoulder,  giving him view of her creamy shoulder with two red hickey. For a second the events of last night started to revolve infront of his eyes, making him lost and weak. He gathered himself again, he cannot show himself loose and weak. If divorce is what needed for them then they will get separated.