The Binding String

Due to my hectic weekend I'm unable to thank everyone for the amazing response on last chapter but thanks to all for encouraging me 😊. I hope you all may like and enjoy this part. ❤❤. Thank You Akriti154 for suggesting me scenes for this chapter 😙😙.

DEPARTMENT OF HUMANITIES
DELHI UNIVERSITY CAMPUS
NEW DELHI

A lady walked inside the old buildings campus of Department of Humanities, dressed in palazzo pants and short cotton kurti, carrying shades on her eyes. Her face had an attitude and walk had a confidence and she continued to walk searching for one face whom she was planning to meet since days. She removed the shades from her eyes as she failed to spot her in the classrooms and approached an old peon who was sitting outside of staff room.

"Kaka ji where I can meet Professor Ishita?" She asked eagerly, tapping her foot on the floor, continued to peep inside of staff room.

"She must be in her chamber. It's upstairs." The old peon replied, uncared to attend the lady and took occupied in reading newspaper.

"Which room no?" The lady asked again, her voice was hinting desperation.

"Upstairs. Do I need to announce on loudspeaker for you? Go away!!!" The old man groaned and the lady stomped her feet on the floor. She took a flight of stairs and ran upstairs hoping to a find the person she was looking for. She ran in the corridor checking room by room in hope to find that face but for her disappointment all the rooms were empty. She rested her hands on her hips wondering where she disappeared in working hours and she came down on ground floor and stromed towards same peon who was busy in locking the staff room.

"You told me she was upstairs." The lady growled with arrogance.

"That was the lesson for the arrogance you was using on me. Prof Ishita is there." He left after locking the door but the lady had no time to argue, she looked towards the direction he pointed and she spotted a lady standing dressed in red and white sophisticated cotton saree, her long hairs were flowing along winds. She started to walk towards her keeping in mind to meet her and tell her about every single thing her husband did with her but before she could approach her she found a BMW stopping infront of her and a man came out of it. She knew him, he is Mihir, her husband confident and right hand. Her plan to meet her was badly backfired. She crushed the hem of her kurti with irritation cursing her fate when her gaze fell on another man who stepped down from car and hugged that lady.

And that husband was none other than, Raman.

She looked at her with envious eyes, burning into jealousy when Raman hugged Ishita. She immediately wore her shades back in fear of getting caught and kept looking at the couple who climbed back inside car followed by Mihir who took backseat and they drove back. She kept looking at the retreating car and the man who was driving it, it was Ishita today whom he hugged but one day it will be her at Ishita's place. She caressed the R she engraved on her wrist and ignited her car still gazing at the letter she tattooed years back. She knew the arrangement are temporary and everything is going to change now.

Your Ms. S is back in your life Raman. It's time to end the chase of cat and mice; And she drove back towards her apartment.

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Raman often pick and drop Ishita and Roohi from their workplace and school respectively. Ishita was enjoying the pampering she was getting from Raman and started to look forward to spend her days with him. Roohi was also doing nice with her studies but her little daughter definitely do not enjoy playing with other kids. It was a regular evening when Ishita took Roohi downstairs after coming back from university along her ball, hoping her daughter would play with the other kids of her age. "Rooh you go and play with other kids. Mumma is here only."