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6 | Slept With Her?

Half past nine; he straightened his cuffs and walked steadily towards his car. There was her car parked, still waiting for her to drive it, like him! Shaking his head, he rushed through crowded roads; targeting what? He was going green with jealousy; that lately broke its extremity. His jaws still tightened; he has overcome the pain his gritting used to cause him. His eyes stinging after his relentless cries, and constant rubbing, as he once again wiped his tears. This was the real loss; he pulled the gear, turning the wheels.

He would not have felt this ache, if she were not alive. He would not have been acting insane if she showed up alone. Abhimanyu's possessive assertion started writhing inside his head; he loves her? He knows it. Even when he was yet to realize his feelings for his then wife, Ishita Raman Bhalla, he became jealous, possessive, and breakneck when he came facing the fact that this man, loves his wife! Then there was something that bound them, which could also not help him out of his insecurities; they were married; she was his wife. Now when there is nothing, how would he manage to hold his fears, pain, insecurity, jealousy, doubt, hurt, and, love...!

"A sudden meeting was unexpected, Mr Bhalla!" Rohit Sharma, one of his associates shook his hand with him. Raman forced a smile, inwardly churning when he found the people of his concern exactly in front of him, on his left side. "Profit is mine, Mr Sharma!" He said actually, and started hearing out the never-ending propositions by the man in front of him, until a day back used to piss him off great time. Tonight, only he could help him be there, and check on her; Ishita Iyer who was busy with her new-daughter, Aaliya and boyfriend Abhimanyu Raghav.

Feeling his gaze, she had tugged a strand of her hair cautiously, trying to peep back and see, whether he is there, or she is sensing him everywhere after what happened that evening! Her ears heated up, under his unsympathetic stare; why is he angry? She wanted to grill him on it, but then, why would she care. She tried brushing his thoughts away, and give the best of her time to Aaliya, whom she would not be meeting usual now. "Amma, your reports...and BP tablets. I thought to give you, 'cause you don't seem to be coming back home anymore." Aaliya posed blue, but astonished when Ishita agreed to her assumption positively by a nonchalant nod.

"Reports?" Raman had voiced it aloud. "Mr Bhalla, I'm talking about profit, not report!" Rohit corrected. He could carry on with his blabbering, which has no ears of him; he waved his hand. "It's silly." Ishita trailed off keeping it inside her bag. How could that be silly, the reports? Abhimanyu looked at her; shock spreading across his face. "You've changed a lot, Ishu!" He declared. "This won't make any difference to me, Mani. It's not change but acceptance." She retorted. She is right; why would she care about those reports when she has no man to expect this in her life or share her pain with?

"Amma, I thought these report will be important. I didn't know you ignored it intentionally. I'm so sorry. You both stop fighting." She did not want her parents to fight when they are meeting after great difficulty. She was pleading; from a long time to get these two normal. Her father is a down to earth man; he had been bowing his head in front of her mother, just to make her smile bright, but she seemed to be ignoring him for this life, and the coming ones. How would she help them sort their problems? Should she? She needed them together. "I didn't intend to hurt you, amma." She apologized; this is not a simple thing that her mother would feel good in just a sorry; she knows, but still...

"Drop it, Aaliya. I don't want to talk about it." Ishita brushed the topic away. "But Ishu, you got to tell at least your son about your pregnancy!" Abhimanyu raised his voice when he realized Raman is there, observing and listening to their talks; he should listen to that too. Let them be blind in misunderstandings. Raman would again hurt her, and she would ultimately come back to him; he mused. On the other side, Ishita was utterly speechless in front of her once friend's audacity. Raman gripped the glass firmer, dropping it, as it rolled on the table, wetting his slacks by the juice he was sipping. "Pregnancy!" The only word that he grasped; it hurt him to no magnitude.