Together Forever

[1] TF

The marriage was completed. Both the brides and the grooms were left alone in their respective rooms for the night, each of them well aware that the marriage was done just because nobody could have denied to Lucky at any cost. Conditions were not too good for either of the couples, but Romi and Divya slept after a small argument.

Drishti and Rakshit on the other hand were in no mood to sleep. Rakshit took his laptop and went to the study area of his room. If he had gone to the study room his grandmother would've probably seen him. Drishti too changed from the heavy bridal lehngha and started going through her wedding highlights which were available to her as of now.

Posting anything at this time would be suspicious. They just got married and she was off to posting stuff on that same night. No matter the marriage was not out of her interest, she never wanted people to talk ill about it.

Drishti sighed and started taking off the bobby pins from her hairstyle.

"You know you could just provide me company" she looked at her now husband whose head was half in the screen as if it was something so beautiful.

He did not reply. Drishti tossed her eyes and started removing the bobby pins again but them being too many in number gave her a pain in her wrist.

"These stylists" she groaned and closed her eyes in frustration murmuring how she was a damsel in distress.

Rakshit who could see her attempts of making a conversation was just pissed by her continued talking. He closed his laptop and rose from his chair. Walking towards the dresser where Drishti was struggling with her hair, he wondered if it would be same for every other night since she was a film star.

"I swear if this happens again I'm gonna kill-"

"Shut up" Rakshit held her hands continuously trying to remove the pins and started doing the work himself.

"You know you are really not good at talking to others" said Drishti after being quiet for about a minute.

"I know" he shrugged his shoulders and pulled out the last bobby pin. With his eyes never leaving the sight of the bunch of pins he just removed, he asked her "Is that thing always in your head?"

"Depends" she shrugged, taking a comb and combining her hair clean.

Rakshit nodded his head and advanced for his bead. Taking his side of the bed, he laid down quietly. No words were exchanged after that. Drishti was busy with her night time routine that she had to follow for a well maintained skin but wanted to know more about the brothers relationship, since they did not seem that close during the wedding.

Just as she finished the routinue she went to take her side beside him and switched off the lights.

"Hey, are you asleep yet?" She was laying in an upright posture with her hands resting on her abdomen.

He hummed in response.

"You and your brother didn't seem close" The only thing he didn't want to hear this time was his brother's name and that's what she chose to bring forward.

"Cuz we are not" he replied calmly but Drishti could sense the bitterness and the anger behind it.

"Any specific reason"

"I don't think so"

"He doesn't seem bad though" The last thing he wanted after that definitely not his wife praising his brother on their marriage night. Though they were still strangers and she had the right to know about him and his family, he still wasn't very welcoming to her questions.

"So you should've married him instead" he said casually because he knew it was just her first time getting to know something about her new family.

"Woah relax. That's your brother, my husband's brother, have some respect of his and mine relation" there was something in her words that he caught. She talked of him as her husband's brother and not her own sister's husband.

"I guess he is also your sister's husband Drishti" he covered his eyes with his arm and tried to relax while waiting for an answer to come.

"No thanks. I don't like her" she sighed.

There was a minute of silence when Rakshit spoke "Any reasons?"

"Well yeah but I don't like talking about her much" she faked a laugh and rolled over to Rakshit's side, trying to see his face in the mild moonlight. "Tell me about your family"

Hearing the voice come from a closer distance, Rakshit stood up and watched Drishti lying facing him. But all he asked was "Why do you want to know?"

"Because I'm married to you if you remember dumbhead. I'm your wife" she closed her eyes "now, tell me something about your family and you"

Rakshit sighed and laid beside her, still looking at the ceiling "My mom and dad died when I was 6 and Romi was 5 years old. Since then dadi has raised her but as we grew and went abroad for studies she grew alone. So we took her with us even if we didn't like each other. But then too college and business would keep us away. So we called choti dadi to give her company. Now she just had this huge problem of finding us wives and look at her today, she was so successful in finding them"

"Oh, nice" she smiled. "What about you?"

"What me?" He enquired.

"I want to know about you too"

"I'm what you are seeing now. For me my work is always important. Anyone more important is just my dadi, no one else. I didn't even want this marriage in the first place" he spoke.

"Same" she yawned. "You're not good"

"Get used to it then" he changed his position and turned to her side as per his confort for the moment.

"You should know I hate you. You're rude" she spoke normally and turned her face to the other side, pulling the blanket over her face.

"Nobody talks to me like that" he gritted his teeth on being praised by his wife just on their wedding night.

Drishti hummed in response before adding "You should get used to it then"

She slept comfortably ignoring her husband who wanted to reply to her but being tired after the marriage, he thought that it would be best if both of them just rested.