The Binding String

N I N T Y - S E V E N

"Tu kuch na kar, wahi mere liye madad hogi. Ab andar jaake so ja." He pressed his shoulder and went upstairs, he cannot wait more. He have to take some action sooner or later.

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TWO DAYS LATER

"Hello! Can you connect me to Shyam Chand Hooda? I am his nephew speaking from the other side." The phone line went blank for the first few seconds before Raman heard masculine voice.

"Mamaji."

"Speak Raman."

"How are you Mamaji?"

"Hmm. That's not for you to call me right?"

"You must be aware of the matter." Raman spoke further, biting his lower lip.

"Don't expect anything from my side Raman, I have warned you not to go for the same but you didn't listen to me."

"I don't believe in your brutal ways mamaji."

"And what if something happens to you or bahu?" He remained mum continued to play with the paperweight lying on the desk.

"Mamaji you know very well that I was not in the favour of this alliance but he is an adult at the end of the day."

"Then let him face his own battles."

"Mamaji it was his luck which saved him the last two times but it won't always happen. His life is in danger and at the end of the day he is my brother." Raman sighed, continued to plead and convince his maternal uncle.

"What do you want from me now?"

"A favour."

"What kind of favour?"

"I know you have fought general assembly elections and your party is in the stronger side but not enough strong to get majority. I want you to tie up with  Mr. Singh and form an alliance."

"Impossible."

"Mamaji if you refuse this time than the other parties would form alliance and make their government. Don't let this opportunity slip out from your hands."

"Don't teach me Raman." The man scoffed from the other side.

"Aap jaante hai main kabhi galat baat nahi kehta hoon."

"Sochunga." He replied dryly, making him smile. "I know you will do it, for us. By the way there are few people's who wants to donate a hefty amount in your party fund. Shall I give your number to them?"

"Make them talk to Kawaljeet then." The call disconnected from the other side and Raman slumped on his seat as the past affairs started to trouble him. Sometimes he wonder how he end up in the mess he never created, whether is Samaira and Vikram divorce case or Romi Sarika marriage, his life came on stake both the times.

Siyappe doosro ke hote hai aur phas main jaata hoon.

He gulped down a full glass of water as his phone went off displaying his wife name.

"Hi."

"Hi. Are you alright?"

"Yes I am."

"How was your meeting? It went well?"

"Yes yes. They want me to come to Dubai but I refused, might plan that later."

"Hmm. Have you thought something about Romi?"

"Yes. I am planning something, let's see if it goes as per plan or not. Don't worry."

"How couldn't I Raman?"