Together Forever

[9] TF

Rakshit

I didn't even want to marry anyone. It ain't that I have a problem with her. Its just that I have a problem with the whole marriage thing. It seemed to bind me to another person due to which my entire life would change. Coming home in time, spending time with your patner, making decisions according to both of us, the children after some years.

Everything seemed to bound a person.

And I wasn't ready to be bound. I had to get ahead of Romi at any cost. Right now we were approximately on the same level. Sometimes his share of the company would rise while other times mine would.

Even if we hated each other for no proper reason, we still worked together and never split the company's names or the property. Well, the only thing that kept us from creating the same nuisance at home was dadi.

Our innocent yet clever dadi got us married, that too to actresses. Since I was never into movies I never paid any attention to that kind of stuff. Same went with Romi. Looks like we had to know about it now.

My work was more important so I told Drishti to go alone and visit any place she wanted. I wasn't her tour guide.

My concentration on the file was shaken by a loud banging on the door. With the intensity of the sound I reached a conclusion that something was wrong so I hurried to open it.

As soon as I opened the door, a crying Drishti jumped into my arms and sobbed in my chest. "Drishti what happened?" I asked, concerned because of the way she kept crying holding my shirt.

"I was- I was" she sobbed. Her sweater was torn from near her shoulder which raised a feeling of anger inside me. If it was what I thought- someone would be having their worst day.

"Rakshit- someone" she sobbed again. Anger trying to get the best of me finally got me when her words matched the thought in my mind.

"Who did this?" She flinched at my voice but looked into my eyes and nodded her head in a no, lip syncing 'I dont know' "okay" I sighed to hold my anger and cupped her face with my right hand, meanwhile shutting the door with my left hand. "Tell me what exactly happened?"

"I was walking-" she wiped her tears and then rested her cheek against my chest "I was walking through a lane nearby when five to six men followed me. When I picked up pace they did the same so I started running. I didn't know the lane had a dead end and- they tried to" she burst into tears and I grew mad at myself for letting her go alone. "I really wanted to see the city but-"

"Shh, calm down Mrs. Shergill" I tried consoling her by rubbing her back but she didn't stop crying for a second. "Look, the day seems so good" I pointed out of the window but she slapped my hand.

"No! Firstly I really wanted to roam around with you but you put your work over me, then you send me alone, then those guys" she cried "Nobody thinks of what I want! This is the worst day ever"

I had no idea how to comfort her and I couldn't see her crying like this. It was all my fault, if I had agreed to her then it wouldn't have happened. Maybe taking her out would lighten her mood?

"Hey Drishti, I am here for you na I will take you wherever you want to go, okay?" No sooner did these words leave my mouth she looked at me innocently and asked me if I was being serious. I caressed her hairs and smiled lightly. "Yes" she needed it. Moreover I had to correct my mistake.

"Okay then! Let me change" Excuse me? You were crying a few minutes- seconds ago! She sensed my thoughts and corrected her excited posture to a neutral one. "I mean I'm excited to go out with you"

"Not me though" I said and her face dropped. I tried holding back my laugh on seeing her expressions but shrugged my shoulders to act like it wasn't funny.

Now she would say- Rude!

"Rude!" She murmured and went to change her clothes.

Yup, I knew that was coming.

A few minutes later she came out in a blue- dress thingy with white sneakers and was setting her hair. "Damn I look gorgeous" she tossed her hairs in pride and checked her out in the mirror after a twirl.

"Sure you do" I smiled at her little act of admiring herself and noticed a mark near her nape when she slid her hair to one side to put on her earings.

That didn't seem like a birthmark but I let it go anyways. Her body, her marks. Maybe it was a birthmark. I didn't do a phd in marks.

"I do?" She stood on her toes in excitement before getting back to her normal standing pose and tossing her hair back after she put her earings.

Her hair hit my face. That was when I realized they smelled real good and soft like she did. Last night when we were talk-fighting and all, I could feel the softness of her skin against my fingers as they brushed past her face. She smelled like oranges, obviously from the soap and the products she used. I never liked oranges beforehand but this smell, it was indeed good.

"I do?" She asked me again while putting on her nose pin.

I held her shoulders and moved my hands over it. She shivered under my touch and made some faces to hide her blush but it was pretty evident. I ran my hand through her hairs and combed them with my fingers, smelling them in the middle.

Just like oranges.

"Um?" She said.

I smiled and pulled her a little closer to me. Bringing my face close to her ears, I kissed her skin under her ear to feel the same softness against my lips and whispered "This was for the kiss in front of dadi" she smiled. "And you look beautiful" there came that blush "not more than me though"

"Hey!" She yelled as I slapped her head and opened the door for me. "I look more beautiful"

"No you don't, I look beautiful"

"Its hansome for men, but anyways I don't want to be biased so you can be beautiful too" there went a lecture.

As we were walking outside the hotel and the topic of her talks was the same, I got an idea and casually spoke- "By the way I was joking. You look like a haunted house. Hide your face or you'll scare people" Rude

"Rude!" we went outside and roamed in the city. The most difficult task being listening to her talks the entire time.

When we would return I would would make sure I found those people behind her tears.

I wasn't her tour guide, but I was her husband. And nobody touches my wife.