The Rathore's Family

Plan Failed

Advait, who had been standing on the roof, glanced down and caught sight of the trio—Drishti, Vihaan, and Amaira—making their way out together. His gaze darkened as he watched them, a small frown creasing his forehead. The late hour, the three of them walking out together—it didn’t sit right with him.

He quickly cut off the call he had been on, irritation flashing in his eyes. The night was too quiet, and the distant sound of their laughter only seemed to fuel his growing frustration.

Without another moment's hesitation, he dialed their number, his thumb pressing the buttons with more force than necessary. The phone rang once, twice, and then—

Drishti’s phone buzzed in her pocket. She frowned slightly, reaching for it and looking at the screen. Seeing Advait's name, she hesitated for a moment, wondering what could be so important at this hour.

She answered with a slight sigh, trying to sound casual. “Hnnn?”

"Where do you think you're going?" His voice came through, sharp and direct, leaving no room for misunderstanding.

The question hung in the air, an unspoken demand for an answer. Drishti stopped in her tracks, her heart skipping a beat as she exchanged nervous glances with Vihaan and Amaira. The carefree mood evaporated, replaced by the weight of his presence, even though he wasn’t physically there.

Vihaan raised an eyebrow, mouthing "Uh-oh" to Amaira, his playful smirk fading as the weight of Advait’s call settled over them. Both of them stood quietly, their eyes locked on Drishti, waiting for her response.

Drishti glanced around, quickly scanning the area to make sure no one was watching them. Her gaze flicked nervously between her phone and the two pair of eyes waiting for her response.

"Jaa rahi hoon... Main... Nahi toh main kaha ja sakti hoon bhala?" Drishti's voice wavered for a split second, but she quickly regained her composure, trying to sound casual despite the knot of tension in her chest.

Her words were playful, but the underlying defiance was unmistakable. She had already made up her mind—she wasn’t going to let Advait’s call ruin her mood or the plans they had made. There was a flicker of a smile on her lips as she spoke, trying to mask the nervousness with a confident tone.

As she waited for Advait's response, she could feel the gaze of both Vihaan and Amaira on her, their eyes searching her face for any sign of hesitation. But Drishti stood her ground, her head held high, even as she knew the tension between them was far from over.

Advait, standing high above them, couldn’t resist the opportunity to tease. He smirked, his voice dripping with playful sarcasm as he spoke into the phone, “Biwi, upar dekhiye, aasman mein chand aaya hai kya?”

Drishti’s mind briefly went blank, confusion flashing in her eyes. She tilted her head upward, her gaze searching the dark sky, expecting to find something. The sudden shift caught her off guard, and before she could compose herself, her smile faltered, replaced by a nervous glance.

She quickly recovered, but the fake smile she wore didn’t quite hide the unease now settling in her chest.

Vihaan and Amaira exchanged puzzled glances, trying to understand what was happening. Both of them followed Drishti’s gaze and looked up, expecting to see something in the sky. They also met with Advait staring eyes.

“Bh… Bhaiyaa,” they said in unison.

Advait waved his hand at them from above, his smirk widening, thoroughly enjoying the moment.

The situation was a tangled mess now.

The situation was a tangled mess now. Drishti stood there, realizing that her attempt at lying had led her straight into this awkward moment. She couldn't help but think to herself, Yahi toh kehte hain log—jhuth nahi bolna chahiye. Jhuth hamesha aise mushkil mein phasa deta hai, jisme sach kabhi nahi phasata.