The Rathore's Family

His touch

Drishti stepped into the room and saw Advait already lying on the bed with his eyes closed. Not wanting to disturb him, she quietly made her way to her side of the bed and laid down beside him.

"What were you doing for so long?" Advait asked softly, wrapping his arm around her.

"We were just talking," she replied in a low voice.

Advait leaned closer, nuzzling his nose against her neck, making her giggle. But the moment was interrupted by a thought that crossed her mind—something Tej had said earlier. Gathering her courage, she hesitated before asking, "Did you really—"

Before she could complete her sentence, Advait opened his eyes, his gaze locking onto hers. "If this is about Mr. Rathore, don’t ask," he interrupted firmly before resting his head back on her shoulder.

Drishti sighed, her frustration evident. She closed her eyes, but a small smile tugged at his lips, one she could feel against her neck.

"Listen," she called out hesitantly.

"Hmm?" he responded, his voice heavy with sleep.

"Um… everyone is going to Di’s house tomorrow," she began nervously. She already knew what his reaction would be, but having promised everyone she’d join them, she had no choice but to try and convince him.

"So?" he prompted when she didn’t continue.

She bit her lip nervously before blurting out, "I was thinking… we should go too."

"No," he replied bluntly, without a second thought. Tightening his grip around her, he buried his face deeper into her neck.

Drishti pouted, her irritation growing. Anger bubbled up inside her as she thought, He can go wherever he wants, and I never say a word. But the moment I ask for something, he denies it outright. Fine, I’ll show him exactly whose wife I am!

"Advait, I heard you're not coming with us?" Deepa asked as everyone gathered in the hall.

Advait's eyes immediately shifted toward Drishti. He could already guess what was going on in her mind. "No, I have work," he replied curtly.

"Okay," Deepa said, knowing full well that once Advait said no, he wouldn’t change his mind no matter what. Drishti, however, stared at Deepa in shock, wondering how she could give up so easily.

Noticing Drishti’s expression, Deepa tried again, "But at least let us take Drishti with us—"

"No," Advait interrupted sharply, standing up. "She has college."

Everyone exchanged glances as Drishti quickly got up, determined to argue. "But I still have a couple of days off! Missing a day or two won’t make me fail."

Advait shot her a glare, his piercing eyes silencing her. Drishti tried to hold her ground, pretending she wasn’t intimidated, but in the end, she looked away. Without another word, Advait walked out of the room.

Drishti slumped onto the sofa with a frustrated huff. "See, Ma? He acts like a dictator. Doesn’t listen to a single thing I say!"

Riddhima and Deepa chuckled, while Anjali tried to console her, barely able to hold back her smile.

"Yes, I saw, my dear daughter," Anjali teased lightly. "Where have you gotten yourself stuck with this husband of yours?"

Drishti nodded cutely, pouting.

"Drishti," her aunt called, grabbing her attention. She immediately straightened up.

"How long will you let him scare you like this? The more you give in, the more he’ll dominate you."