The Binding String

T H I R T Y - N I N E

"Hmm but now it looks like Raman Bhalla is all ready to gift something exotic to his wife. Tab hi toh Tanishq ke General Manager ko phone laga raha hai." (Hmm but it appeared like you're set to gift something exotic to bhabhi otherwise why would you called General Manager of Tanishq?) Mihir spoke with excitement as Raman was waiting Sameera to connect the call to General manager of famous diamond jewellery brand of India, Tanishq. "Pagal hai kya? Why would I gift something to Ishita? It's for someone else." Raman threw water on Mihir's speculations and spoke with Jaswant Gill regarding an expensive designer piece of mangalsutra which is a limited edition. He dismissed Sameera from his cabin and once she left, Raman engrossed himself in work until Mihir cleared his throat to gain his attention.

"Hmm say."

"From the last few days, a lady is trying to meet you."

"Which lady? Must be from some media house." Raman dismissed Mihir's words while typing something on laptop.

"Raman it's she " Raman face turned pale as Mihir showed him a clip of CCTV footage on his desktop.

"Fuck! What the hell is she doing here?" Raman sneered with astonishment unable to believe on the presence of the person shown in CCTV footage.

"This footage is three days old. And she is visiting regularly, in order to meet you." Mihir looked at Raman critically before continuing, "You told me you end up the matter but it looks like it doesn't. Raman maine tujhse kaha tha ki yeh matter aise khatam nahi hoga." (I have told you that this matter won't end up easily.)

"Enough Mihir! Mujhe pata hai yeh matter kaise handle karna hai. Pehle bhi isse maine hi sambhaala tha aur ab bhi main yeh kar sakta hoon. Chahe kuch bhi ho jaaye is baar main isse kisi ki bhi zindagi barbaad nahi karne doonga." (Mihir I know how to handle this matter. Even before I have handled it and I can manage it this time as well. This time I won't let her play with my or Ishita life.)
Raman fingers were still playing with the paperweight and next second he threw that weight paper on the floor making the ear shattering sound. "Mihir tu jaa yahan se aur receptionist ko bol usse oopar bheje." (Just leave me alone and ask receptionist to send her upstairs.) 

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"Mam you can go now. Sir has allowed you to come." Her  lips painted with red lipstick curved into smile, she passed a smirk looking at the CCTV camera installed above the reception desk and entered inside elevator. It was private elevator with no staff inside. She took a look of herself in the glass installed at one of the walls of elevator and admired her reflection, she removed the full body black shrug she was wearing and admired her reflection in her mobile front camera, she was looking exotic in the shoulder less knee length dress, the bloodred color dress was sexy and appealing, perfectly outlining her supple body and glowing her fair skin. The shoulder less dress was forming a perfect cleavage and the platinum chain he gifted her once was shining around her slender neck, adoring her long neck and somewhere lost in between curves of her breasts. As the elevator dinged, she started to walk towards his  chambers knowing well no one else would be present around him except himself. She had studied his floor well and the timings before coming there, the glass door which can be open with code was already half opened making easy for her to enter. She expected him to deeply engrossed in his work but for her surprise he was absent from his working desk, the chamber was mostly dark, except few yellow ceiling lights falling over the dark flooring of his room just enough for the vision. From the entrance she was able to see the figure standing at the opposite end of the room, with sliding his hands in the pockets of his pants.