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The tears Ishita was trying to control came out from her eyes another time. She kicked the little stones on the road and then stomped her feet wondering why these tangled knots of her life are not undoing. She was standing at the backside of Business Convention Centre, it was a less crowded area, the roads had less number of vehicles running, the footpath were covered with golden path lights. Ishita wrapped her pallu around her shoulder as her bare arm covered with goosebumps. Ishita started to tap her foot in wait of the taxi she booked for herself,  the few men standing at few meters away was making her uncomfortable. She wiped her tears frequently didn't want to gain sympathy from any stranger. Ishita continued to stand at her place until a warm hand rested on her shoulder leaving her startled.

"Ishita." Ishita breaths went rapid in the moments feared of the worst but the know colong around her made her calm and composed at last. She pulled by her husband rapidly and she fell on his chest. "Ishita...tum yahan kya kar rahi ho? I'm so happy to see you." (Ishita why are you here? You should be inside. I'm so elated to see you.) Ishita face cupped by him, he caressed her beautiful face unable to believe on his luck, he wanted to embrace her in a tight hug but the men around him made him concious. It was his security team in civil uniform who were  supposed to guard him tonight. Raman  looked at Mihir and plead him to move them away. Along Mihir, the security guards went few steps behind leaving the couple alone. "What are you doing here? Chalo andar mere saath." (Come on don't stay here. Just come along me.) Raman eyes shone with sparkles as he held his wife hand to take her along him but he shook his hand away leaving him perplexed.

"Kyon? Abhi jo tamasha hua woh dobara dekhne ke liye bula rahe hai mujhe?" (Why so? Are you going to recreate the act happened de minute back?) Ishita questioned back Raman in bitter tone.

"Ishita main kuch samjha nahi." (What are you trying to say?) Raman had no idea if Ishita actually witnessed the scene created by Samaira.

"Haan aap kaise samjhenge. You're quite naive, aren't you?" Ishita mocked her husband with a teary eyes, she bit her lower lip, scared to show him the drop of tear which was threatening to spill down from her kohl rimmed eyes.

"Ishita mujhe kuch samajh nahi aa raha hai. Please abhi chalo mere saath, event bas start hone hi wala hai. Whatever grudges you have, we can solve those later." (Ishita stop beating around bush and we can always solve this issue later. Please come along me.) Raman Kumar Bhalla was desprate to take his wife along him, as she willingly came to take part in his day, he doesn't want to leave any chance. He tried to stop her another time but his wife didn't gave him enough chance. She slid her hand from his tight hold and took two step back. The backend steps sink his hopes another time but still he decided to give a last chance.

"Ishita please, tamasha mat karo. Sab dekh rahe hai hume. Mihir bhi hai yahan, kuch toh soch samajh kar kiya karo." (Ishita people's are witnessing us. Don't create a scene and come with me.) Raman Bhalla turner bitter this time, as his humble words weren't working anymore, he started to spit venom hoping if they work on his wife who was hell stubborn not to listen him.

"Main!! Tamasha!! Is it? Phir toh mujhe yahan rukna hi nahi chahiye Raman, kyonki aapke liye elite accompany toh aapka andar wait kar hi rahi hai. Haina?" (Oh really? So i am the one who is creating a scene? If this is the truth than i should leave this place because you already arranged an elite accompany for yourself.) And Ishita gave closure to their heated conversation, the taxi she booked arrived to pick her up and soon she disappeared from his sight.

An agiated Raman Bhalla stomped his feet against the trunk of the tree, for the another time his attempts went unfruitful. The successful CEO got failed in an attempt to mend his ways and this failure was not easy for him to digest and he barked at everyone to move back inside the Business Convention Centre.

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