The Binding String

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TWO DAYS LATER

"Raman I think you should share everything with her."

"It's little risky Mihir. I'm not getting any good vibe about it."

"You're mad yaar. She is an educated woman, I think she will understand your point."

"Let's see. I'm taking her for outing anyway. I hope I manage to gather enough strength to share it."

"You're getting scared for no specific reason. She will understand. By the way how was your first night?"

"Do I ever asked you how's your sex life? Why are you enquiring me?"

"I will. You was one who fitted those tape recorders in my honeymoon suite and played all those shitty vulgar songs."

"You should be thankful of me duffer. Moreover I feel your night must be spend fantastic, otherwise how would you became father in an year of marriage itself?"

"Chee Raman. It's waste to talk with you. I'm disconnecting call. Goodbye. I hope bhabhi beat you with chappals today."

"I will ask Mihika to fulfill your these fantasise, I have a long list of fantasies stored in my pocket." Raman kept his phone aside and rolled his eyes recalling the conversation he just had with his friend. He laughed on himself on having such stupid conversation but frowned recalling the issue he is going to confess today. He wiped his sweaty palms with back of his jeans and strode inside bedroom to check his wife. He was about to call her aloud but the sight infront of him left him speechless, Ishita looked magnificent in the white long skirt paired with dark blue sleeveless crop top tied with criss cross threads on back, the white and red choora on wrist. He still wonder how she manages to look beautiful without paying no efforts. He encircled his arms around her waist making her jump. She leaned against his chest continued to wear her earrings when he removed her hairs and started to pester kisses.

"You smells too good." He mumbled continued to burying his face in her silky locks.

"We're getting late Raman." She somehow managed to whisper shying with his actions. It was still hard for Ishita to get used to with the physical advances they share. She keep looking down until she felt his lips on her forehead and his wounded arms around her shoulders. She rested her head on his chest and closed her eyes to savour the rush of emotions she felt in all those seconds. "You look so cute with red cheeks." Ishita flushed more when her husband pulled her cheeks and they shared a hearty laughter looking at each other.

"So all set for dinner?" He asked keeping his wallet with him. Otherside Ishita enthusiastically nodded her head and locked the door as he pressed button for elevator. Ishita was quite excited for her first night out with her husband, they had spend last two days in there apartment itself, doing nothing but making out with each other but today when Raman shared the idea of night out she jumped with joy and hugged him in excitement. She had heard alot about Mumbai's night life but it's first time when she is going to see it by her own eyes. By the time they reached at Aksa Beach, the beach was looking beautiful with all the lights lit around, she held Raman hand with joy still admiring the beauty of the nature.