The Binding String

T H I R T Y - T H R E E

Special mention to ishrafan4evr for the beautiful picture.

In an modest one BHK apartment of Delhi, a lady was seated in a hall which had two arm chairs and one coffee table placed on the name of furniture, the pastel color on the wall was mostly peeling off, the rug spread on the floor was shabby and old, the curtains covering the spotted glasses were old and dirty but she wasn't bothered about any. She was in Delhi for someone, with a motive and with a conspiracy. She looked at the large portrait hung on the wall, flashing the most charming and handsome smile she ever witnessed with the dimples to die off, his grey eyes were magnificent and hypnotic, he has been her obsession always but someone forcefully threw her away from him. It happened years back but now everything had been changed.  The meetings happened in Zurich changed everything in her life, she got him back in her life. He was vulnerable and emotionally drained when he met her and she became his solace there.

He is hers only and she believed on same.

She kept the another bunch of roses on the huge stand and scribbled the number on it.

1260.

The another bunch from him she purchased but never dared to present him but she was sure the day they met she would present him all the dry bunches she purchased until and profess her love to him. She kissed exactly at the corner of his lips on the picture before sitting back on the couch and took one rose from the fresh bunch; Stop calling me otherwise I won't take seconds in destroying your life. She read his message aloud and laughed like a manice.
"Main toh tumhare pyar mein pehle se hi barbaad hoon Raman, aur kitna barbaad karoge mujhe? Mare hue log phir se kahan marte hai." (I have already destroyed myself in your love. Do you think you can destroy me more?) She spoke seductively caressing the wallpaper of her mobile phone where she saved his picture. "Tum mere hi ho Raman, bas mere. Humesha se." (You and me are destined together Raman.) She caressed his picture with the rose she was holding and kissed it later.

"Aaj toh is gulab ne tumhare labo ko choom kar mere labo ko chuaa hai but woh din door nahi jab tumhare aur mere lab kareeb honge ek doosre ke aur tum mere hoge, ek baar phir. Chalo pata karte hai ki tumhe mujhse mohabbat hai bhi ki nahi." (They rose is so lucky to touch your lips but the day isn't far when we will be close. Let's try to know if you love me or not.)

"You love me." She plucked the first petal of rose and threw it on floor.

"You love me not." The second petal joined the first one. 

"You love me."

"You love me not."
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"You love me." Her eyes twinkled as she caressed the last petal remained, even the almighty indicated that Raman loves her. She laughed and laughed aloud cruelly, her mind started to think vicious way to win him and make him believe on her love for him. She knew the woman in his life, Ishita was always a troublesome lady. He need someone good and beautiful; inside out. Just like her. They suits too good together and she strive to make everything good in their life, again. "Oh Maya, have you saw. He loves me." She whispered looking at maya, her furry Persian cat, she meow, climbed down from her lap and disappeared inside. Her phone went off soon and she immediately picked it, eager to get some news about him.

"What!! He blocked my number?" She shrieked aloud after getting the new development.

"Yes mam." The voice came from other side, "not only that his personal number is intraceble now. And his another number is handled by his secretary,  he is not reachable for common peoples."