Broken Relations

Love finds a way to blossom

Shantanu's pov
"Tum yaha kya karrahe ho?" Came Roasaheb's voice out. A tone full of anger and hate towards her. Isha on the other hand didn't even blink her eyes. She stood there with an expressionless face. As soon as I wanted to interrupt the conversation, Isha spoke up.

"Main yaha sabko clear kardena chahati hoon ki main yaha sirf ek reason ke wajhe se aayi hoon. Aur woh reason yeh hai ki maine suna tha ki yaha ek economic teacher ki zaroorat hai and I think Mr. Yashwant Rao Bhosale ke yaha log proffesional hai. Apne personal life aur proffesional life ko mix nahi karte hai, right?"

Isha looked at Raosaheb with a curious look. There was a confident smile on her face, but I knew deep down she never ever forgot what Raosaheb had tried to do. And I also knew that behind this anger of Raosaheb there was fear. Fear that Isha would expose him, fear that he would lose Ishan.

"Haan, yeh baat sahi bola tumne, proffesional hai hum...toh yaha ham kisi bhi teacher ko kaam pe lene se pehle uska interview karte hai, toh ah bolo interview ke liye taiyar ho?"

"Of course, main bhi yaha as an exception treat nahi hona chahati hoon, interview ke liye main ready hoon, aap time bata dijiye." Isha said with a tint of proffesionalism in her tone.

For a brief moment, she moved her eyes to me and our eyes met. I nodded smilingly at her, while she rolled her eyes at me and looked away.

"Conference room main hoga interview, thik students ke interview ke baat.

Raosaheb took a deep breath and walked to the conference room for the interview of the two students, leaving both of us alone.

Isha followed Raosaheb's steps, while placing little steps forward. Not watching her steps, she accidentally placed her feet wrong, causing her to loose her balance.

As she was about to fall down, I hurriedly took my steps in her direction and took hold of the underside of her back. I pulled her close to me in order to save her from falling.

In a reflex, Isha put both of her arms on my upper-arms, clutching my shirt with her hands due to the fear of falling down. Her eyes were closed, while I looked at her somewhat scared face.

How much did I miss her touch? How much did I miss listening to her voice ? How much did I just miss being close to her? Close to MY WIFE.

She slowly opened her eyes to examine who had saved her from falling. Her eyes instantly grew wide when she realized that she was in my arms. Our faces were proximately close to each other our noses inches away.

I could hear her hard beating heart, while I felt my heart filling with love and affection for this woman in my arms. Why couldn't I just pull her into a hug? Why can't the time just stop at this moment?

"Aise ghuro mat mujhe, chodo mujhe abhi, sambhaloongi main." Isha said, pulling me off of my intimidating thoughts. Her hands which till now were clutched on my shirts, loosened as she tried to let go of me.

"Aise chodunga toh iss baar pakka gir jaoge." I said, while moving both of us in a standing position, still holding her close to me and both of her arms were not on my shoulders.

She looked into my eyes.Those eyes. You could get lost in them. They always held a story in them. More than anything, those beautiful eyes expressed her emotions.

The anger, which always appeared in her words and tone wasn't visible in her eyes. Her eyes told something else. Her eyes told me that she also missed being close to me. She missed me as much as I missed her.

The voices of some students, brought us back to the reality. Looking at the direction of the voices, Isha pulled away from me. I looked backwards and saw some students passing by the corridor, while talking excitedly to each other.