The Binding String

Hey guys,
I'm extremely sorry for late post. But I was actually out of skin of characters in the one month and I found days to enter into same. The following chapter is the more filler, better say my attempt to reconnect with the characters. Guys, I know you all are curious to know so many things especially about the Mystery Woman but everything comes with time, I feel the building up of background is more necessary hence I'm focusing on that. I'm sorry but you all know I don't believe on rush and I'm trying to take things slowly.

I hope you all may support me as you're doing till now and I will try my best to live up to everyone's expectations.

Love and Regards
Aarohi. 

PS: Tune the amazing song while enjoying this chapter ❤.

The smile wasn't ready to leave their lips as they seated at oppositele ends of his car after exiting from Roohi's school, the only noise was coming in the car was Roohi's chirpy voice, her constant blabbering about her other friends which she never told before and the giggles which she was making on her own stupid acts. Raman and Ishita were just silent listeners of Roohi's random blabbering, her playful side was adorable and the couple wished to absorb it as much as they can. Ishita made her elbow rest on the closed glass window and than rested her side of head above her wrist just to take clear look of her daughter adorable face, her animated expressions the way she was scrunching her little nose while speaking random was making Ishita remind of Raman, who often does same if he is happy or excited for something.

Her gaze fell on her husband and she laughed as she received same expressions from other side. "Chotu, bas ab! Aren't you're tired of speaking?" Ishita pulled Roohi at frond seat and make her sit on her lap as the car stopped at red light.

"Hahahahaha Mumma look how that Tom the cat is running behind that mice. Mumma does it happens in real?" Roohi shoot her next question looking at her parents, her question was enough to spin her parents head and they wondered how to make her understand that the cartoon shows are scripted shows.

"Yes Roohi it does. And the mice also runs behind the children who remain empty stomach for longer time." Raman tickled Roohi on her stomach and she bursted into laughter and fell on her Mumma's chest to save herself from her Papa tickles. "Now today Mumma, Papa and Roohi will do party. Raman spoke further igniting the engine seeing the traffic lights turning green.

"Okay done I will cook something for Roohi and you then. This junk food is very much unhealthy to eat." Ishita voiced her concern, acting like a typical mother who is more concerned about her daughter and husband health.

"Jee nahi. There will be no homemade food today. Papa and Roohi will do party. Haina Roohi?"

"Papa will you make me buy ice cream then?"