The Rathore's Family

Attack

Advait opened the door to his room, tension clearly visible on his face. His brows were furrowed, and his expression carried both urgency and confusion.

As he stepped inside, his eyes scanned the empty room, and his voice echoed sharply—

"Drishti!"

No response.

"Drishti?" he called again, this time his tone turning into a question, uncertainty creeping in.

Just then, the door to the changing room creaked slightly, and he turned his gaze sharply. There she was, stepping out gracefully.

Draped in an elegant off-white net saree, the delicate fabric clung to her slender frame, flowing like a dream. Heavy earrings adorned her ears—ones she rarely wore—dangling softly as she moved. A few strands of hair escaped her carefully done style, framing her face.

For a moment, Advait forgot the tension he'd walked in with. His eyes softened, yet his brows quirked slightly, confusion replacing his earlier frustration. He took a step forward, his voice now calm but curious,

"Whatt..what is this?"

Drishti met his gaze with a small, nervous smile, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear as she looked away.

"Are you okay? Did someone say something to you, Drishti?" Advait asked, concern lacing his voice as he stepped closer.

When she didn’t respond, still looking away, he repeated her name more firmly this time, his worry evident.

"Drishti?"

Her silence only deepened his unease, and he gently touched her shoulder, turning her slightly to face him. His sharp eyes scanned her expression, searching for answers. "Why aren’t you saying anything? What happened?"

Her lips parted slightly, as if to speak, but no words came. Instead, she blinked, trying to mask the emotions swirling in her eyes.

She laughed out loud leaving him confused..and she look at his confued face and she again laughed..

He leaned in closer, his face just inches away, eyes locked onto hers with an intensity that made her heart race. His fingers tilted her chin gently, forcing her to meet his piercing gaze.

"This is your way of calling me?" he said, his voice low and dangerous, yet holding a strange softness that made her shiver.

Her breath hitched, and she tried to look away, but his grip on her chin kept her still. "I—I was just…" she trailed off, her voice trembling slightly.

He smirked faintly, his lips curving in a way that made it hard for her to tell if he was angry or amused. "Joking? You think you can just call me like that, make me rush home, and then laugh about it?"

She swallowed nervously, her hands gripping the bedsheet beneath her as she whispered, "I didn’t mean to upset you..."

For a moment, his expression softened, his thumb gently brushing her chin before he leaned back slightly, his weight still looming over her. "Upset?" he repeated, his voice quieter this time. "You don’t know what you do to me when you’re on the other end of that call, and I don’t know what’s wrong."

Her eyes widened, guilt flickering in them as she realized the worry she had caused him. "I’m sorry," she whispered sincerely.

He sighed, finally releasing her chin, but his gaze never wavered. "Next time, don’t joke about things like this. Understood?"

She nodded quickly, her cheeks flushed.

"Good," he said, leaning closer just enough to brush his lips against her forehead, his tone softening. "Now, go. I’ll come with you."