The Girl With the Red Scarf | ✔️ [DriKshit]

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RAKSHIT'S POV

After what happened today, I was both shocked and angry. I knew that Akash Kashyap was a misbehaved guy, but I never knew he would drop to such low levels. I beat the hell out of him today, I didn't know why but I couldn't tolerate the idea of him touching - hurting Drishti.

Drishti pleaded me and Divya to not mention this in front of the others. I don't blame her, especially after what Romi and Sikhar did the other day - threatening Lavanya and her family in the middle of the night. It was a mercy they did not file a police case.

Throughout the journey to the airport, Drishti kept quiet, gazing out of the window. The glow that had reappeared on her face within the last week was vanished now. She looked pale and sickly. The horrible marks on her wrists were still evident and she tried her best to cover them up with her dupatta.

I had my hand dressed at the hospital, but I kept her red scarf with me anyways. Firstly, because it had blood stains and handing it back to her would be demeaning and secondly, keeping the scarf with me gave me a reason to visit her again once we reached Mumbai.

And here I was, the heartless Rakshit Shergill, thinking about excuses for visiting a girl again. But why?

I tried to focus on my surroundings, but my mind kept revolving around the threat Akash gave us today -

You will regret this - all of you.

~

DRISHTI'S POV

It felt so good to be back home.

I used my key to open the door and the smell of freshly brewed coffee hit my nostrils. Inhaling it deeply, I took a step forward.

Nothing had changed.

The dimly lit passgeway, the sitting room to the left, the kitchen and Maasi's room to the right and the stairwell, which lead to another passageway with my, Divya's and Romi's rooms along it.

I knew Maasi would be out for two days, all thanks to the Jagrata arranged by Jaanki aunty in our neighbourhood. So, we had the house to ourselves. But she had arranged everything for us - clothes, clean bedsheets. From the look of it, it seemed like she had just left a few hours ago.

I climbed the stairs, Romi right behind me, carrying my and Divya's suitcase (as I was not allowed to carry heavy things).

I opened the door to my room, which was the middle one in the right side of the landing, realizing how homesick I had been.

Romi dropped the suitcase on the floor and left.

I opened the windows and let the cool night air flow in around my small yet cozy room. I dropped my dupatta and flopped down on the small armchair which I used for reading.

I lay my head on the back of the chair and closed my eyes, the events of the day rushing back to me.

Rakshit.

The way he had saved me - there was a different kind of comfort I felt around him...

The way Akash touched me -

And suddenly I felt dirty - so dirty.

I rushed into the shower and opened it, still with my clothes on.

I scrubbed myself over and over again, hoping that I could forever remove his prints and memories from my skin and mind.

~

Thirty minutes later when I came out of the shower, wearing my bathrobe and a towel wrapped around my hair, I felt so much better. My skin was a little red from rubbing too much, but that was okay.
I checked my reflection in the mirror, for the first time in a week, and found the twenty one year old Drishti, not the one who was bubbly and cheerful, but the one who is solemn and silent.
I sat down in my bed and found that Divya has left a glass of milk on my bed side table with a small sticky note -