The Girl With the Red Scarf | ✔️ [DriKshit]

Fate's Wheel

DRISHTI'S POV

The peppermint and coffee scent inside the cottage was making me feel sick, suffocated. And as the bright morning moulded into a clouded afternoon and the afternoon slipped away into a rainy evening, my stomach cramp worsened.
Divya and Romi had left this afternoon, they didn't tell me where, but I knew.
I didn't protest, because maybe what they were doing was the best option I had at hand, especially when -

I touched my stomach.

The walls of the room suddenly felt like they were closing in on me, I needed air, I needed to get out.
My mind spinning, I suddenly remembered what Romi told me this morning. He had said that if I got bored, I could easily visit the handicrafts cottage, which was also a part of 'The Taj Palace' and showcased the different handicraft styles of the world.

Seeing no other options, I pulled my dupatta from the bed and draped it on my shoulders and headed out, locking the cottage behind me.
If Divya and Romi reached in my absence, they could easily ask a spare key from the manager.

The Handicrafts Cottage was a little bigger and roomier than the normal resident cottages. Throughout the three walls of the cottages, lay numerous artwoks, supported on wooden boards pinned to the wall. Sprawled throughout the centre of the floor, was a red fur rug, adding to the ethnicity of the entire room.

I moved inside the room, keeping the door ajar and tried to focus on the first few handicrafts, but my mind kept drifting back to Akash.

He used you as per his need and then threw you like use and throw pens.

Maybe Divya was right, maybe the man I was running behind wasn't actually -

I heard the door open and close, I turned.

~ "Sorry, I didn't know that you were here."

The man that had entered the room was tall and roguely handsome.
His jet black hair fell on his forehead in  chunks and his face and clothes had specks of rain on them. But what hit me the most was his eyes - his deep black eyes.

Me - No worries. The cottage is open for everyone to visit.

He smiled, but it didn't reach his eyes.

~ "By the way, hi, I am Rakshit."

Me - Drishti, nice to meet you. I heard from my sister that our suitcases got exchanged. Thanks for being such a gentleman and sending your brother.

Rakshit - It was not a bother. You were just in the next cottage. Actually, I am glad that our suitcases got exchanged with yours. I mean, if it was exchanged with someone else's, it truly would have been a lot of trouble getting it back.

Me - True.

I smiled slightly.

Rakshit - So, if you are okay with answering, why are you visiting Bali? Trip with siblings?

I looked down. Should I lie?

Me - Actually, no. I was here to marry my fiance, the fiance who is getting married tomorrow with a girl named Sweety.

He flinched a little. But why?

Rakshit - I am sorry -

Me - No need, I am fine. So, why are you visiting?

Rakshit - Actually, I was here to visit my would be fiancee, but - well, I just found out she loves my money more than she would ever love me.

I looked down again.

Rakshit - This was expected. I have never believed in love and I never would. Just a waste of time. People are too busy to think about themselves. Nobody has the time for shit like love. Sorry for my language.

Me - It's okay. But I think love does exist. I mean, why would words like 'forever', 'happily ever after' exist otherwise?

Rakshit - It is just the fairytale stuff. Real life is difficult. My dad left my mom when I was just seven years old.

What? And here I was, thinking I am the most unfortunate.

I made eyecontact with him.

Me - I am sorry to hear that, Rakshit. I never knew what it was to be loved by parents. They died in a car crash when me and my siblings were just two years old. We were brought up by a aunt, but she is very kind.

I didn't know why, but it felt good to be opening up to him.

Rakshit - Looks like both of us had our shares of hardships.

He smiled slightly, I returned it.

I don't know why, but suddenly, I felt like crying. Before I could console myself, I felt like my eyes were tearing up.

Rakshit noticed, his grim expression turning worried.

Rakshit - Drishti - I - did I... I am sorry, I didn't mean to hurt...

Me - Not your fault.

He offered me his handkerchief and I took it, thanking him.

Rakshit - Drishti, I wanted to tell you something...

I looked up.

Rakshit - The girl I am - was - marrying... Lavanya... Lavanya Kashyap...

Kashyap? I turned at the surname, wondering where this was going.

Rakshit - Her brother, her brother -

Me - Akash Kashyap, my fiancee.

My voice shook. I felt sick. I wanted to throw up. My cramps were worsening.

Rakshit - Just so you know... They invited me to lunch this afternoon. And I heard them talking... She and her brother... Akash is not a good guy, he is only marrying Sweety because of her money... I know that I am a total stranger... - Drishti?

My stomach was hurting so much, I was clutching it now. The pain was blinding.

Rakshit - Are you okay? Drishti -?

He took a step towards me.

The pain was so excruciating...

I saw Rakshit's worried face peering over me, before everything blacked out.

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