The Binding String

T W E N T Y - S I X

"So what!!! Have you ever saw such beautiful chick? I just wanted to get bedded with her. That's it but her mother spoiled it."

"You're drunk that's why you're speaking rubbish. Just come with me for dance." Raman clenched his jaw listening such sick and disgraceful words for a girl. He wanted to punch the boys badly but maybe the ambience didn't allowed him to take any action, the darkness around him didn't gave him idea about the men but the voices appeared to be known. Whatever it is the thoughts of those two men were disgusting and according to Raman such men deserves no female companion. He sighed and ran his gaze towards dancing area where his wife was still jumping happily with her female friends, she had discarded her jacket she wore previously and now she was looking dangerously sexy in that low back short dress. Raman kept the the glass back and approached his wife with a naughty smile but before he could go further he found Subramanyam running towards Ishita who soon dragged her at other side of dancing floor where all the other boys were dancing. Raman nose flared with anger and he marched further unable to see the uncomfortable Ishita and drunk Subramanyam together. In these hours he noticed one thing that Subramanyam indeed does not have a good intentions towards his wife.

"Jaan I was looking for you. Where you went?" Raman pulled his uncomfortable wife in his arms seeing the Subramanyam and other boys dancing drunk with her. He wounded his arms around her waist making others to maintain distance with her.

"We're sorry Raman Sir. We forgot that she is no longer my friend, she is your wife and she should stay with you." Raman quizzed his brows listening the blabber from drunken Subramanyam. He shifted his gaze to Ishita who was shifting her weight from left leg to right leg, showing her anxiety and uneasiness. "Mr Subramanyam whether she is my wife or not, dragging a girl among bunch of drunkers is unethical. I hope you keep this thing in your mind for future. " He didn't gave another glance to him and took Ishita along him after wishing everyone new year wishes. On the way back to home they discussed everything about party expect Subramanyam but as they reached home he initiated the topic unable to hold himself anymore.

"Ishita since how long you know Subramanyam?" Raman initiated the conversation continued to untie laces of his shoes.

"Some three and half years maybe. Two years of masters and another one and half years of PhD." Ishita replied while removing her wrist watch.

"He is tamilian like you. Isn't he?" Raman further asked rolling his leather belt.

"Yes he is. Our mothers know each other quite well." Ishita replied looking at her husband through reflection of mirror while trying to unzip her frock. "Raman please help me. I guess mere baal phas rahe hai." Raman took charge of same and softly freed her hairs from the zip first and later unzipped her dress.

"Since you knew him so well didn't you felt like to get marry with him. Like he even belongs from your community." Ishita who was about to slide her dress down from her shoulders stopped abruptly and looked at Raman with calm face. "Do you know one thing? His mother came to our place for our marriage alliance but we denied." Ishita confessed with soft voice sitting beside her husband. She slid her frock back on her shoulders and looked back in Raman eyes.

"Kyon par?"

"Because he does not makes me feel comfortable. He kinda makes me unsafe like I'm being watched or analysed. With you I feel secured and safe and it never happened before Raman." Her sincere words filled Raman heart with unleash happiness. He kept looking in her eyes which were pure as her, he managed to smiled gratefully in response and hugged her. She cupped his face after sharing a long hug and peaked his lips softly wishing him happy new year. He smacked himself mentally for being so stupid and peaked her hairs mumbling a soft wish.