The Rathore's Family

Is it love?

Three days passed, and Ruhaan was finally set to come home. When he arrived, everyone gathered to meet him. Drishti was also there, but she kept to herself, not engaging much with Ruhaan. She was preoccupied with Vihaan and Amira, trying to stay within her comfort zone.

Ruhaan, with his muscular build and intimidating presence, certainly had a way of commanding attention. Despite his friendly demeanor and the smile he wore, there was an underlying force in his appearance that made him hard to approach. His confident, almost dominant energy made it clear that he wasn’t someone who could be ignored. But for Drishti, it wasn’t about his physical appearance. It was more about her own habit of being distant and reserved.

She found it difficult to talk to someone and get involved with them so easily. It wasn’t that she disliked Ruhaan; she just had a tendency to keep her guard up.

………

Ruhaan and Advait were sitting in Advait's office, engaged in conversation, when the door suddenly burst open. Both of their eyes shifted toward the entrance as Drishti walked in. But as soon as she saw Ruhaan, she paused, her steps faltering for a moment. She glanced at Advait and, without saying anything, slowly walked toward his side.

She stood close to him, her presence silent yet palpable. Ruhaan, watching her every move, didn’t say anything. Advait, noticing the discomfort in the air, looked at her and asked softly, "What?"

Drishti leaned closer to Advait and spoke in a low voice, just loud enough for him to hear, though Ruhaan continued to listen in. "Main chali jaaun kya? Walk par? Abhi main padh-padh ke thak gayi hun," she asked, her voice carrying a hint of exhaustion.

Advait looked at her, . He wanted to say yes, to let her have a break. He shook his head gently. "Koi zarurat nahi, jakar padhai karo," he replied firmly.

Drishti stood up straight, her expression softening as she accepted his answer without protest. Without saying much more, she turned to leave, her steps slow and hesitant, as if carrying the weight of disappointment. She didn’t want to make things awkward or uncomfortable, so she quietly retreated, her face downcast.

As she walked out of the room, Ruhaan couldn’t help but smile at the exchange. "Dekha? Maine kaha tha bhabhi mujhe avoid jaisa karti hai," he remarked with a teasing tone, clearly amused by the situation.

Advait gave him a pointed look but didn’t respond.He called Drishti.and she turned Ruhaan said ,"Bhabhi why you ignore me."

Her brows furrowed slightly as she looked at Ruhaan, then turned her gaze to meet Advait’s eyes. There was an unspoken question in her expression, but instead of replying to Ruhaan, she shook her head softly, a faint smile curving her lips. “I do talk to you,” she said, her voice gentle but laced with confusion.

Ruhaan leaned back, crossing his arms with a mock pout. “Really? Then why do you ignore me as if I’m some kind of disease? But with Vihaan, you get along so well! Honestly, I’m starting to feel jealous of the bond you two share.”

The playful accusation made Advait chuckle. A rare sight.

Drishti tilted her head slightly, her expression turning earnest as she tried to explain. “It’s not like that… I thought maybe you don't like talking …” She hesitated and glanced at Advait before continuing, “…like your brother. You’re always so quiet, so I thought maybe..... ."

Advait’s amusement faded, replaced by a look of mild exasperation. Why does she always rope me into her reasoning? he thought.

Ruhaan shook his head dramatically. “I came all this way to meet you, and this is how you treat me? Ignoring me?” He turned to Advait with an exaggerated sigh. “Advait, please tell Bhabhi not to ignore me anymore!”