Together Forever

[3] TF

Drishti was happy with what Rakshit did. Maybe not for her, but the results were in her favor so she let it pass anyways. Rakshit was driving the car while listening to his grandmother praise her grand daughter in laws who were sitting with her in the backseat. Beside him sat his brother who couldn't miss the smirk Rakshit had on his face.

Rakshit's gaze fell on the mirror when he heard Drishti giggling whole heartedly with dadi on being called pretty. So she laughs too, all I have seen her since the marriage was decided was either pass me bored looks or speak as if she was talking to an enemy of hers.

Drishti didn't notice him staring back at her through the mirror and tucked her hairs behind her ear which made her nuptial chain more prominent. Rakshit sighed seeing the chain And I'm finally married, how weird.

Romi looked at his wife who was not so happy with what had happened but near dadi, she didn't show she was mad. Unlike Rakshit Romi used his neck to look back at his wife shameless and check if she was still angry.

The look she gave him confirmed that she still was mad. Ok, I'm going to die.

Drishti adjusted her saree's pallu as they reached the reception hall. She looked at Rakshit who was rotating the steering wheel finding a parking spot. He acts tough but he isn't that bad, or its just me being foolish, thinking that he stood up for me indirectly.

Divya looked at her twin sister and then back at her husband who was now looking out of the window. I hope both of us would always remain ahead of our siblings. Even if I've lost time I still have Romi's support, poor Drishti seems to be avoided as usual. She smirked to herself unknown to the fact that someone had watched it.

It was Rakshit who had turned to ask the ladies to exit the car before he parked. He raised his eyebrows in disbelief. He thought he had ruined their moods but here his sister in law was, smirking. Until it does not involve me, its None of my business. He thought.

As soon as he asked the ladies to leave Romi left the car too and helped dadi to get out. Aisha, their choti dadi was already inside, watching the arrangements and attending the guests till they came.

Dadi smiled at her her grandson and held Divya's hand instead. Romi watched in horror as he was rejected and groaned "Dadi!" which made Dadi laugh. "Idiot, you are jealous of your own wife"

"I don't care, you are only mine" he spoke childishly. No matter what both the boys loved their dadi to the infinite level.

"Nope, she's mine" Rakshit came out of the car and stood behind dadi, kissing her cheek from behind as she slapped Rakshit gently.

"Stop it. I'm mutual dadi, I belong to all four of you" she laughed and extended her arms for everyone to join.

Unwilling they joined the group hug with their siblings too but Lucky was happy seeing them all together.

"Now let's go" she told them while breaking the hug and started going towards the hall.

Romi held Divya's hand and intentionally pushed Rakshit with his shoulder while passing him. Divya glared Romi who glared back at her "Now Don't look at me like that. I'm more angry okay. That's my dadi saree that she gave to mom"

"Oh wow. Nice brain donkey, I think you should've been a little more carefull" she whisper yelled as they walked behind dadi.

"First of all you can't call me a donkey. I am a respectable businessman"

"Businessman my foot, you are just a brainless thing"

"A thing?"

"Yeah. I don't consider you human"

"Oh Shut up" And they went arguing like this. It wasn't a heated conversation but a light hearted bickering that they would continue till one of them accepted the fault to be theirs.

And at the end of the day it was Romi who had to give in when they were about to sleep. Afterall why would he give up his bed for his ego?

On the other hand Rakshit tightened his knuckles and watched his brother leave. He was about to leave when a hand came in front of his face to which he uninterestedly looked at the owner once again.

"What?"

"Aren't you like, supposed to hold my hand?" She said dramatically which made Rakshit sigh.

"Why should we pretend being a happy couple? We don't even know each other and for your information, I don't like film stars" he spat. As he was about to leave Drishti forcefully intertwined their fingers by slipping her hand into his and gave him a bright fake smile.

"Please smile for the cameras. I don't want tonight's headlines to be 'Drishti Sharma married to an arrogant jerk' or something worse 'Unhappy married life' when both of them will be in the good books of the media"

"And why should I care" he raised his eyebrow at her.

Drishti turned towards him and cupped his face with her free hand. "Cuz darling its not only people from film industry here but also business industry. Now imagine, your brother shining in the news and portrayed as a good character and then you" she pouted sarcastically and looked at him from head to toe "A man who couldn't even keep his wife happy. How rude that your wife is unhappy just the next day of your wedding. And you know that people nowadays avoid characters like this who have a bad reputation"

Rakshit gritted his teeth in anger. She was right. He couldn't let his image down in front of everyone so he had to put up with the act.

"Don't be angry baby. All I'm asking is for you to not act like a douchebag that you have been since yesterday" she rubbed his cheek gently before removing her hand and looking straight towards the hall "Now smile. You might look good in the pictures"

Rakshit held his anger inside and tightened his hold on Drishti's hand. She smiled seeing him angry but inside she was frustrated at the type of person she was stuck with.

"Its hurting" she finally spoke when his nails started digging into her skin as they walked hand in hand towards the hall.

"Act nicely Mrs. Shergill. The media is right in front of us" he smiled as the cameras flashed at them and held Drishti by her waist.

"I hate you" she whispered in his ears while smiling and watching out for any media noticing what she said. "Mr. Shergill"

"Same here" he smiled at her as if they were having a lovely conversation and lent closer to her ears, far more than she had been close to him "Mrs. Shergill"

And this time, she felt the butterflies in her stomach that she always heard of.

Mrs. Shergill- that was her.

And Mr. Shergill- that was him.

Question:- You want it as Pov style or 3rd person? Writing as 3rd person is quick but- I feel like it should've been pov. What say?

Tomorrow's update:- Sold