Together Forever

[37] TF

Things were not so great between the four. The last night Divya pushed Drishti into the pool, well aware of the fact that she could not swim. When asked about it she said it was an accident.

Rakshit wasn't buying it though and in rage trued strangling her. Even if Romi knew Divya was at fault, he couldn't let his brother murder his wife, could he?

Since then things got rocky between the brothers once again. Rakshit had Drishti but for Romi, Divya was occupied by Drishti's thoughts and could not bring herself to talk to Romi as he supported Drishti.

"I'm sorry" she whispered to Rakshit as the two of them sat in the garden of the hotel, far away from everyone. "It was after so many years that Romi got close to you. I ruined it, didn't I?"

"Its not your fault Drishti. Don't blame yourself" he sighed.

He didn't want to fight with Romi but during the fight last night he told him that Romi was the brother he never wanted.

"I said a lot, didn't I?" Drishti looked at Rakshit hesitantly as he asked this question. Indeed he did speak a lot but she didn't want to break his heart by saying a yes.

"You did" but she had to. "You should talk to him"

"I want to. But I don't know how to"

"Just go and try talking it out" resting her head on his shoudler she started telling him a story the power of talk. "Sometimes matters can be resolved by talking. He is your brother. He will forgive you Rakshit"

"What if he didn't? I crossed the limit"

Drishti smiled. Kissing his cheek she held his hand in hers "he's your brother and both of us know that he had been craving for his elder brother's love okay! He will understand. He has always understood you. Just take a step forward to understand him too. He need you to talk"

"Are you sure?"

"From as much as I know him. Definitely!" He smiled as Drishti pushed him once she spotted Romi getting out of the hotel for a stroll in the garden. "He needs you. Now hush! Talk to him you dumb fellow"

"Eye-eye sir!" She laughed as he went to talk to Romi.

Romi was absorbed in his thoughts. He thought Divya changed but she was the same girl who loathed her elder sister. His care towards Drishti was what got on her nerves and made her do that.

'You're not a murder Divya' was his last words when he left his room.

He sat on a bench, feeling alone. Probably used to the feel since he never had any such person in life to share his feelings with. He had dadi but he didn't want to bother her with the stress, he knew she stresses a lot.

"Um, Romi?" Romi looked back and spotted his brother standing nervously behind him. "Can I sit with you?"

He just nodded.

"How's it going?" Rakshit smiled.

Dumbass he called himself in his mind as he knew he was being too formal in front of his own brother.

"Good" Romi replied without a tint of the happiness he would normally reply with.

"Ok listen. I won't beat about the bush Rom. I just wanted to say I'm sorry. I got so panicked when Drishti almost died and when you tried defending Divya I just- just- lost it"

"So? What did you expect me to do? Watch you murder my wife. I know she is wrong Rakshit and I try telling that her she needs to stop. She doesn't listen to me anymore"

"Yeah, I'm sorry"

"You always want things to go your way Rakshit. When they don't, you get bewildered. The situation between them is more complicated. It needs time. Can't you be patient?"

"And watch your wife hurt my Drishti every time she could? If you love her this much then can't you make her stop? I guess her ego is bigger than your love for her"

Romi's hands clenched as he knew Rakshit wasn't wrong.

"No. Its not"

"I'm sorry" Rakshit replied. He knew he shouldn't have brought it forth but he didn't have a hold of his words.

"Or maybe she doesn't love me" Romi sighed sadly. Looking at the sky he tried to recall all the lovely moments he spent with his wife.

"Yeah. She doesn't" Rakshit too joined him in looking at the sky.

"You know. I just wanted a happy family and when things got right between us, I thought I had a great family now. But my own love proved me wrong" he sobbed. "Maybe I was the husband that she too never wanted"

"Its not like that Romi. Don't leave your heart"

"I don't know Rakshit. She's not the girl I fell in love with. She was kind, thoughtful, rebellious, caring. But now its like she doesn't want me in her life anymore" he chuckled sadly. "Am I so bad? That nobody wants me. That nobody loves me?"

"Romi!" A scream from the front caught their attention. The two looked forward and saw Divya weeping in front of them.

Yes, she did listen to all the talks.

"Divya?" Romi stood up as Divya ran to him and crashed into his arms.

"I'm sorry" she began weeping.

Nobody wants their loved ones to feel that way, do they?

"I love you. Please don't feel this way" she understood how bad she made him feel and was surely guilty about it. "I- I- I will talk to Drishti for you okay. Just please don't be upset with me"

She cried hard. As much as anyone would say, she truly loved him and couldn't hold onto her idea of not talking to him for long enough.

He had no fault.

"We will be a happy family" she sobbed.

"You will talk to her?" She nodded. "When?"

"Right now if you say so" she sobbed while Romi looked at Rakshit.

Both of them smirked.

Flashback-

"You sure this will work" Romi asked Rakshit.

"Yeah. Why? You doubt your wife loves you?"

"No way. She loves me okay!"

"Then what's the delay? I'll fight with you tonight and tomorrow come to the garden. Make sure she follows you. Then learn these dialogues"

"They are pointless bhai. Good that you ain't a script writer"

"We don't need brain for this. You wife will fall right into the trap"

"Huh. She ain't that dumb"

"Don't mind but she is"

Present-

The brothers laughed secretly as they looked at Divya and told her that would all talk to Drishti.

"But where is she?" Divya asked.

"Right under that tree" Rakshit pointed under the tree but couldn't find her. "Ah this jumpy girl. What can I do of her?"

"Rude'" Romi laughed silently.

"Huh, whatever" Rakshit smiled as his phone vibrated.

As he opened an attached file sent through a mail, his breaths hitched as he saw an unconsciously Drishti tied somewhere.