Advait Singh Rathore the CEO of Rathore's Empire well-built personality and able to make and destroy people lives in one snap. known for his rude short temper and his rules.
I HATE MARRIAGE EVEN THE DISGUSTING WORD OF MARRIAGE, IT'S ALWAYS DESTROYS...
"Hmm, aage bhi hai iske kucch..." he interrupted again.
She sighed, her eyes still on her plate. "If you keep interrupting me, how will I complete my sentence?" Her voice was meek.
"Okay, then tell me," he replied, gulping down a glass of water.
He sighed, exasperated. "I think you should just accept that you were waiting for me instead of looking for a fake reason..." He smirked, trying to bridge the gap between them, then reached for a piece of paratha from her plate.
"What are you doing?" she pulled the plate away.
"I'm hungry and going to eat," he said, maintaining a tight-lipped smile.
As he reached for the plate again, she swiftly pulled it away once more.
"Can't you share your food with your husband?" he asked, his eyes playful, almost pleading.
"Are you really hungry?" she softened, glancing at him.
"Of course I am..." he admitted, a small smile tugging at the corners of his mouth.
"But you said you already—" she started.
"No, I didn't say anything," he cut in.
"Liar," she shot back, getting up abruptly.
"Where are you going now?" he asked, gently but firmly taking hold of her wrist.
"I'm going to bring food for you," she replied, her voice softening.
"But I can eat with you from this plate," he insisted, gesturing toward her meal.
"But how can you—" she protested.
"Of course I can. Sit now," he insisted, pulling her back into her seat. He took a morsel and put it in his mouth, never breaking eye contact.
She watched him, caught between irritation and an odd warmth. "Don't you want to eat?"
"No, I'm full," she lied, her voice barely above a whisper.
He smirked, a teasing glint in his eyes. "You're full, or are you afraid that if you eat with me, the love between us might grow even more?"
She looked at him, shocked, quickly averting her gaze. "Pyaar? Jante bhi hain kya hota hai?" she muttered under her breath.
"N-No... I don't want any more," she stuttered.
He smiled and continued eating, while she stole glances at him, her mind racing. Should I ask him where he was? No, Drishti, you can't. He's talking nicely now, but that doesn't mean he'll tell you everything...
She was jolted from her thoughts when he asked, "What are you thinking?"
Startled, she replied, "How... how did you...?"
He smiled knowingly. "Because you were making all sorts of faces."
She opened her mouth, then closed it, unable to help but smile back.
After they finished, she took the plate to wash it in the kitchen. He watched her, a fond expression on his face. When she returned, they retreated to their room, the silent understanding between them deepening.
"Drishti beta, your Bhaiya and Bhabhi are back, so I was thinking you should go for Pagphera and complete this ritual," Anjali said, catching Drishti's attention.
"Okay, Ma," Drishti replied, though her face told a different story.
Anjali took Drishti's hand in hers. "Beta, I want you to complete all the rituals. Your marriage was very hasty, but still, it's important."
Drishti nodded, though her heart wasn't in it.
Vihaan and Urmila arrived. Urmila plopped down on the sofa and said, "Get me a glass of water."
Anjali poured water and handed it to her mother-in-law.
"So, Drishti, tomorrow is Sunday, and you'll be free. I'll tell Advait to take you, okay?" Anjali said.
"Kaun kaha ja raha hai?" Vihaan asked, confused.
"Drishti is going for Pagphera."
"Kyaaa? What will I do here without you? You're leaving me without telling me?" he exclaimed dramatically.
"Dramebaaz," Drishti chuckled at his antics.
"First, you're going, and second, you're calling me Dramebaaz," he pouted.
Drishti laughed and patted him on the back. "Don't worry, I'll be back soon. You can survive without me for a day, right?"
"One day, only one day," he confirmed with a nod.
"Beta, if you want, you can stay as long as you like," Anjali said, sensing Drishti's hesitation.
Dadi interjected with bitterness, "I think her family doesn't want her to go there; otherwise, which brother leaves his sister like that?"
"No, Ma, it's not like that. Her brother has some work; that's why he left," Anjali explained.
Dadi let out a scoffing laugh. "Do you think I believe these excuses? I know he doesn't care about her at all."
Drishti listened, her heart heavy. Deep down, she knew Dadi was right.
Suddenly, a voice interrupted, making Dadi's face pale. "What's happening here?" Drishti turned to see Advait approaching.
"We... we were just talking," Dadi stuttered.
Advait leaned toward Drishti and whispered, "Ye dadi to girgit se bhi tez rang badlti hai."
"Chupp karr," Drishti muttered under her breath.
Ignoring Dadi, Advait looked at Drishti. "Tumhari chutti hai?"
"Na... na, nahi to," she stammered.
"Then go and get ready. Come in five minutes." Drishti quickly nodded and rushed to her room.
After they left, Vihaan and Anjali sat on the sofa, suppressing their laughter.
Amaira joined them. "Badi Ma, what happened to him? I know he doesn't have a mind, but that doesn't mean he should show it like this."
Vihaan, still struggling to contain his laughter, said, "You're saying that because you missed something."
"Hein? What?" Amaira asked, confused.
"Dadi's pale face..." Vihaan recounted the story in an exaggerated manner, making Amaira laugh. "Only Advait Bhaiya holds this power," she said, high-fiving Vihaan.
"Bas, hogaya tum dono ka," Anjali chided, though she couldn't help but smile.
"Give me your phone," Advait said, stretching out his hand.
Drishti looked at his hand, then at his face in confusion. "Phone?"
"Haan, I won't run away with your phone," he smirked.
She took her phone from her bag and handed it to him. He saved his number on her phone. "If I get late or you need something, just tell me, okay?" he said gently.
Drishti nodded. After she went to college, he headed to the office.
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