The Rathore's Family

Restaurant

  Drishti sat quietly in the car, her gaze fixed outside the window as the city lights blurred past. Advait, focused on the road, maintained a steady grip on the steering wheel, the hum of the engine filling the silence between them.

But her curiosity got the better of her. “What did you say?” she asked, her tone cautious yet firm.

Without shifting his focus, he replied casually, “To whom?”

“To Ivaan Bhai, who else?” She clarified, her voice edged with irritation.

A soft chuckle escaped his lips, his eyes still fixed on the road. “Your brother is such a baby. Did he really complain to you?”

Drishti turned her head to glare at him, her eyes narrowing. “You’re laughing? I told you not to say anything to him!”

“I didn’t say anything,” he said with mock innocence, a faint smirk tugging at his lips.

“Didn’t say anything? Not even a threat?” She pressed, raising a skeptical eyebrow.

“I didn’t threaten him,” he replied smoothly. “I just responded to what he said.”

Drishti crossed her arms, her glare unwavering. “And you know ad…” he started, but she interrupted her.

“Yes, yes, I know. Advait Singh Rathore doesn’t listen to anyone,” she finished for him, her voice dripping with sarcasm.

In a softer, almost inaudible mumble, she added, “He only knows how to lecture others.”

Advait glanced at her briefly, catching the words she thought he hadn’t heard. A small smile played on his lips, and he thought to tease her.

He gently took her hand in his, his gaze softening as he looked at her. “Not everyone’s, but tell me—what should I listen to from you?” he said, his voice calm yet teasing.

Before she could respond, he turned his attention back to the road, a faint smile playing on his lips.

“Will you say something, or just keep staring at me?” he teased, glancing at her briefly.

She looked at him thoughtfully for a moment, a mischievous idea forming in her mind. “No, there’s no point in saying anything. You’ll make big promises now, but the next moment, you’ll refuse, like you always do. And then I’ll end up getting angry.”

He turned to her with a small smile, and before she could react, he gently kissed her hand. “This insignificant man doesn’t have the audacity to refuse anything you ask of me,” he said softly, his tone laced with affection and sincerity.

A smile played on her lips as she listened to him, her heart warming at his words. It worked, she thought inwardly, her eyes glinting with a mix of triumph and playfulness.

Batting her eyelashes innocently, she said, “Hmm, let’s go to a restaurant. We never go out together, do we?”

“Restaurant? At this time?” He reacted, raising an eyebrow in surprise, his voice laced with amusement.

Drishti pulled her hand back from his hold, her expression feigning mock annoyance. “I knew it! You’d do exactly this. Always refusing everything—are you my husband or a no-entry sign?”

He pulled the car to a stop and turned to face her. "Calm down, calm down... when did I say no?" he said, his tone playful yet calm.

She pouted, her lips forming a small curve as the realization hit her—oh yes, he hadn’t said no.

Her face lit up instantly, and she flashed her teeth in a wide grin. “So, we’re going, right?”

Advait chuckled. “I told you before, when have you ever said something, and I’ve refused?”