BEDIL SHERGILL || ✔ ||

[7] : The Kidnapping

11 days later

It was night time, everyone was fast asleep in the Shergill house. Drishti took the chance to search the 1st floor. She went inside Mahima's room, then Tejashri's room, then Tanvi's room. Nothing.

She found nothing. Defeated, she started walking to the 2nd floor when it hit her. Rakshit's room is still left.

Curiousity got the best of her and she turned her heels, walking towards his room, slowly and carefully.

Drishti carefully pushed open the door to Rakshit's room, convinced he was out of the house for a meeting. Her heart pounded as she stepped inside, her eyes scanning the room for that thing she believed held crucial information.

She began rifling through the desk but found nothing. Defeated, she went inside the closet area which was just beside his bathroom, attached yet separated by a transparent wall.

Though, the person on the closet area can't see through the other side, but the person inside the bathroom can.

She began searching his closet when the sound of water shutting off in the bathroom caught her attention. Her breath caught in her throat, eyes widening in panic. Before she could hide, the bathroom door swung open, and Rakshit stepped out, steam billowing around him. He was clad only in a towel wrapped low around his hips, his hair damp and tousled.

Their eyes locked, and for a moment, time seemed to stand still. Drishti's heart raced, and she felt a flush creeping up her neck. Rakshit's usual cold, commanding demeanor was replaced with surprise and a hint of curiosity.

"Well, if I knew we were having guests, I would've dressed for the occasion. Or, you know, dressed at all." He stated, his voice edged with sarcasm as he ran a hand through his damp hair.

Drishti tried to compose herself, her mind scrambling for an excuse. "Don't flatter yourself too much, I was just... looking for a file." She lied, her voice unsteady. Her eyes darted to the side, avoiding his piercing gaze.

Rakshit's lips curved into a slow, sardonic smile as he took a step closer. The air was thick with tension.

"A file? In my bedroom? Specifically, in my closet? How resourceful of you, Ms. Sud." His tone was skeptical, his eyes gleaming with a mix of amusement and challenge.

Drishti felt trapped, her pulse quickening as Rakshit closed the distance between them. The proximity of his bare chest and the water droplets still clinging to his skin made her aware of the precariousness of the situation. She straightened, trying to regain her composure.

"I was just checking if your suits are as boring as your personality." Her voice laced with as much sarcasm as it can hold.

"And here I thought you were just my PA. Didn't realize you were auditioning for the role of 'closet snoop.'..." Rakshit snapped back, both of them refusing to back down.

"Even while half naked, you're insufferable."

She said, her voice sharp.

Rakshit tilted his head, studying her with a penetrating gaze.

"I'll take that as a compliment."

He said, his voice low and smooth. No one was ready to back down. It's a game they play, a dance of words and wills, each trying to outdo the other.

He pinned her to the closet behind, keeping both of his hands on each side as his gaze pierced her soul.

He had the kind of eyes which could stare right into a person's soul, penetrating the layers of lies above it.