I watch as my nice girls excitedly flip through there clothes, asking me occasionaly which one was the best on them.
I know love when I see it.
These girls were both definately in love.
Well not love exactly cause love is a concept that is beyond there young age, however these a crushes atleast.
Crushes that could bloom into something so much more.
My love life was a mess before meeting Armit. My failed marriage with Siddharth is something that I do not even want to think about.
I do not want neither Kritika or Drishti to under go all the hardships I went through.
I will support these two wholeheartedly. Today both the brothers Yash and Varun are coming over for dinner to meet Armit and I and Keerthi. Both of them were going strong with the boys. They say they have been talking for a around 11/2 months now and have been on some double dates even.
Both seem very happy especially Kritika, who was never confident with boys unlike Drishti.
" Mum is this outfit nice " Drishti asks coming out in a green top and blue mini shorts
"Stunning " Kritika replied
" Drishti your shorts are too short" I say
I always end up having this conversation with Drishti. Her dressing style and my values just didnt go hand in hand
"Why These arent that short " She says twirling around
"Chela change out of them. You can wear this when you are out of the house but not in my house" I state
"Ugh fine , know Daddy wouldve let me " Drishti sighs going back inside to get changed
Armit surely wouldnt have appoved of this outfit. He is like me when it comes to our kids dressing style.
On the other hand Drishti's real father Siddharth wpuldve surly allowed her in these outfits. In fact he would encourage her to dress like it. This is why deciding to leave him was a good idea.
"Mum is dinner made yet?" Drishti calls
"I have to go check the rice and should probably start to arrange everything before they get here" I say in a hurry
I go downstairs to quickly set up the dining table
"Theres my trophy wife" Armit says hugging me from behind
"Hey I am in a hurry" I say
"You saying that you dont have time for me " He whispers in my ear carassing his arms around me
"Its not like that da....." I mutter
"Mmm? Then?" He whispers plotting a kiss on my cheek
"You know what?" I state turning towards him and placing my hands around his neck gentqly
YOU ARE READING
The Story of Drishti
Storie d'amoreFollow the life of Drishti as she finds love and unravels her hidden past.