The Binding String

Happy Sunday guys. The following chapter is divided into two parts. Will update next part in next three-four days.

The love which never meant to happen....he uttered under his breath recalling the past memories when he met her for first time. The sweet sour memories of past made him nostalgic and a sad smile appeared on his lips realising the dream he woven are not going to come true, he looked at other side and found her sleeping with contement face, still nestling her face in his chest. She look so babyish sometimes, especially when she sleeps soundly keeping her head in his arms, flung her legs around his torso like he is her cuddling pillow but she isn't babyish, she is a complex soul which is hard to understand. She was sleeping like her life always depended on him, but that was never true. She never needed him neither did any efforts to make him feel worthy. He covered her finely wondering on the passionate sex they shared few hours back, he never expected things to take place like it does. He does regret last night. I wanted to erase her memories from my mind, yeh toh nahi chahata tha main. His heart whispered recalling him his actions from last night.

But it's okay. We are still husband and wife. It's It's not like I committed some crime. His mind argued  back and he consoled himself.  It's been eight years of marriage, the marriage never stayed steady for them and now Raman realising moving away from her is only way which may work for them.

He rubbed his temple due to lack of sleep and the effect of alcohol, he took a deep breath and left bed not before covering sleeping Ishita properly. He entered into washroom and brushed his teeth finely,  he took a quick hot shower and then rushed towards kitchen to prepare a strong coffee for himself. He glanced towards clock and realised it's just four of morning, with slow steps he entered in Roohi's bedroom and a single look of her innocent face made him smile widely. The duvet was no more of her body but kicked at the end of bed, her mouth was open, allowing the drool to come out from corner of her mouth, her bed partner Mintu was kicked out and lying near the foot of the bed. Raman kept the Mintu next to Roohi and covered the little girl with duvet, he finished his coffee hurriedly and laid down next to Roohi, making her sleep properly.

When Raman make her lay in his arms he realised the little angel fitted perfectly in his arms, just a splitting image of his and Ishita. Roohi do not deserve him as a father, he smiled sadly looking at girl who cuddled herself more to him. He adjusted himself in her duvet and gave himself to sleep not before setting alarm for seven in morning.

When Ishita opened her eyes she found herself alone in the room, wrapped in her duvet and masculine scent of her husband, she buried her head inside pillows groaning with throbbing  headache, the small light peeping through the gap of curtains made her dizzy all of sudden, Ishita pulled the duvet above her head confused and dizzy with everything and decided to grab sleep until she realised her naked state, her eyes opened with jerk and she peeped inside her duvet through dizzy eyes to confirm same.

And one by one Ishita started to recall the incidents happened with her last night.  Last night was not a dream at all, the lying clothes and empty bottle of wine confirmed same. She bang her head angrily frustrated with her own actions, they were going to get divorced soon and sex is a last thing which could happen between them. "Kya karti hai Ishu. No self control." She cursed herself continued to slide down under the covers, wincing with the soreness in her body. She sighted with relief finding the door closed and room empty and gulped the fresh lemonade kept on the bedside table. The last night bring the soothing sleep for her, a sleep she yearned to earn one. Maybe somewhere Ishita was aware about the reason but she shrugged the idea. Raman is a closed chapter of her life and she knew she won't get anything except pain if she opened it again. Maybe love and marriage never meant for her. She buried her head more in the pillow never realsing that she completely shifted at his side of bed and remained cocooned until a a creak of door caught her attention. She peeped through her left eye and found her husband stripping and collecting his clothes for shower, she sighted with relief and decided to grab some sleep.