The Binding String

This chapter might bore you. I know the reading base for YHM Fanfics are decreasing but still incase if you're reading this chapter than please vote it. If I can manage writing in middle of my hectic schedule than you guys can vote atleast. 😶

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NEW DELHI
JANUARY, 2016

It's one rare wintry afternoon at Delhi when the sun shine through the clouds with apricity, the winds were chilled yet the people's chose to soak in the warmth of the sun. Raman removed his overcoat and kept it on the empty chair as he and Mihir chose to take a short walk around the lush garden of his residential society. Raman fished his hands in the pocket of his jacket as he kept enjoying the lush greenery all around alongside the pathways filled with eye catchy flowers. "Still your favourite?" Raman nodded his head admiring white and yellow roses blooming together. He loves Roses and Ishita is a fan of lilies.

"I am still same Mihir." Raman replied, looking at Mihir. They continued to take stroll around.

"I am truly glad to listen same. You and Bhabhi look even better after your holidays."

"That's what I am expecting. Let's see how long it's last." Raman eyed at his wife from distance who was chatting with Mihika. Her face looked radiant and glowing.

"It can last long only if you choose to share everything with Bhabhi. Why are you keeping her away from the truth?"

"I am just saving us from her toxicity." Raman replied unabashed, he averted his eyes away from Mihir and stopped next to the bunch of white dahlia swaying along the winds. Raman kneeled before them and touched few lavender flowers growing around them. "What!! Are you planning to pluck them? They are beautiful."

"Yes beautiful for your eyes and toxic for this beautiful Dahlias. Not all the things are beautiful Mihir." Raman replied curtly as he plucked bunch of weeds and threw them aside. "Ishita is beautiful as these flowers, it's her ideologies which ruins everything between us. Sharing about Samaira would be equal to nurturing her toxic ideologies more and I cannot afford it Mihir. She needed to be keep away from every possible situation which might harm my family."

By the time Raman finished his words, the weeds were plucked out and threw at the corner. He cleaned his fingers with his handkerchief and started to walk. "You didn't plucked it out from the roots." Raman steps halted and he narrowed his eyes, looking at Mihir.

"My fingers would spoil moreover it will take time." Raman tried to justify himself causing Mihir to smile sarcastically on him.

How many times you will pluck out these weeds? It may continue to grow again and again until you pluck them out from their roots." Mihir showed him the deep roots of the weeds which he managed to pluck out. "Eliminating threats are not enough to keep peace, you need to work up more in order to save your marriage." Raman averted his eyes not ready to face Mihir suggestions, he was confident Ishita will not listen to him. Moreover she is still on crossroads when it comes on her past. She has confined herself in such a way that no one is allowed to peep other side at the walls she built around herself. Raman believed if Ishita is not ready to open up, he will not bother her neither himself involve her in any of his personal issues. Their ego was not less and her insecurities were not ready to leave her alone. Raman glanced at his wife for another time, she was enjoying this Sunday afternoon with Mihika and he too decided to enjoy this leisure time with his friend.