BEDIL SHERGILL || ✔ ||

[16] : Echoes Of Regret

Morning sunlight filters into the dining room as the family gathers for breakfast. Rakshit is already seated at the head of the table, engrossed in his phone. Drishti enters, her demeanor icy but composed. She takes a seat beside him, her eyes betraying the storm brewing inside her.

Every time she looked at Rakshit, the image of the knife flashed before her eyes. The casual way he went about his morning, sipping his coffee and checking his emails, made her blood boil. How could he sit there so calmly, knowing what he had hidden away in that safe?

She couldn't confront him in front of everyone, but she couldn't let her anger stay bottled up either. It was like an itch she couldn't scratch-a burning need to let him know that she was onto him.

"Did you slept well, Mrs. Shergill?" Rakshit asked upon noticing Drishti.

"Oh, I slept just fine, Mr. Shergill. But it's funny... some people must sleep like a baby when they have everything they want hidden safely away, out of sight, out of mind." Her voice was dripping with sarcasm.

Rakshit frowned slightly, her tone catching him off guard. He studied her face, trying to decipher the meaning behind her words, but she kept her expression neutral.

"Is there something you want to talk about?" He glanced at her with a hint of curiosity.

"Why? Is there something you're worried I might bring up?" She took a sip of her tea.

Her words were like daggers, and Rakshit felt a strange sense of unease settle over him. He couldn't shake the feeling that something had changed in Drishti overnight, but he had no idea what it was.

"Mrs. Shergill, if something's bothering you, just say it. Don't dance around the issue."

"You think I'm dancing around the issue? No, Mr. Shergill, I'm just waiting for the right moment to... unwrap it." Drishti spoke, smirking coldly.

Her choice of words was deliberate, a nod to the knife she had found wrapped in the cloth. Rakshit's confusion deepened, but before he could probe further, Divya entered the room, breaking the tension.

"Good morning, everyone! I hope everyone slept well!" Divya spoke cheerfully, sliding on the seat beside Akshit and taking chapatis in her plate.

Drishti's gaze lingered on Rakshit for a moment longer before she turned her attention to Divya, her smile forced but convincing. The conversation shifted to mundane topics, but Rakshit couldn't shake the feeling that something was brewing beneath the surface.

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Later that day, in the living room. Rakshit is working on his laptop, while Drishti is organizing some papers nearby. The atmosphere is thick with unspoken words.

"You know, Mr. Shergill, I've been thinking... Secrets are funny, aren't they? The longer you keep them hidden, the heavier they get. It must be exhausting, carrying such a burden." she spoke casually, her gaze still on the papers.

Rakshit's fingers paused over the keyboard. He looked up at her, trying to read her expression, but she kept her focus on the papers in front of her.

"What are you getting at?" he asked

"Oh, nothing really. Just making an observation. It's just... I wonder how long someone can keep a secret before it eats them alive." She shrugged, her tone light but with an edge.

The insinuation in her words was clear, but Rakshit still couldn't grasp what had triggered this change in her. He closed his laptop, leaning back in his chair to get a better look at her.