The Girl With the Red Scarf | ✔️ [DriKshit]

A Match Made By Fate

RAKSHIT'S POV

I didn't know what was going on, but I had a very bad feeling about it nonetheless. I heard muffled shouts, Divya crying and then a shattering noise, which I suspected as Drishti dropping the phone. I kept calling Drishti, but there was no answer from the other end, only muffled noises, fragmented words and more crying. I hung up and called Drishti again, the phone just rang, no one picked it up. Something felt wrong, felt off key. Yes, something terrible had happened, but what?

Without waiting for second thoughts, I put on a jacket over my T - shirt and track pants and headed out to my car. I unlocked the door with my key and settled inside. I ignited the engine and drove at full speed, not caring about the usual week day traffic. My mind weaved in and out of the conversation that I had had with Drishti. What could have happened?

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I pushed the door bell, once, twice, thrice, but no one opened the door, yet it was locked from within. Frustrated and worried, I went around the house and tried the kitchen door, which, to my surprise, was open. Cautiously, I let myself in - the kitchen was empty. But I could clearly hear crying and shouting from upstairs. Without wasting any more time, I ran. I took three stairs at a time, but what I saw on the first floor landing was something that I would not be able to forget for the rest of my life.

Drishti was sprawled on the floor, her hair open and lying around her face in a tangled mess, her cheeks were tear stained, her eyes red but empty. Divya was standing on the landing, her phone pressed to her ears - but she looked no better than Drishti, if not worse. She was shouting at someone, but her voice collapsed and the words mingled together.

~ "Drishti, Divya - what has happened?"

Drishti continued to stare at the opposite wall, as if she hadn't heard me, but Divya turned, her eyes bewildered. I braced myself for the worst.
She cut the call and threw her phone on the marble floor. It shattered with a sickening smash.

~ "Rakshit - Maasi - Romi - died in a car accident - he killed them - they said - said that - that their bodies were - smash -"

Divya sat down on the floor, crying uncontrollably. The sight was heart wrenching. What? Maasi and Romi - how was this possible?

But I calmed my nerves. Neither Divya nor Drishti looked sane right now and I was the only sensible person present at the situation.

I asked Divya who had told them about the accident and she muttered the name of the Inspector that had called her. I picked up her smashed phone, hoping that the damage was only to the glass screen. Thankfully, only the glass was damaged. I dialled the Inspector's number on my phone.

~ "Excuse me sir?"

~ "Yes? If you want to lodge a complaint please call 100, I am currently at a brutal accident -"

~ "Yes, sir, I am actually a relative of the victims."

~ "Are you related to Drishti and Divya Sharma?"

~ "Yes, sir. That is right. I am Rakshit Shergill. Divya was supposed to be getting married to my brother Sikhar."

~ "Thank god. I can understand that Miss Drishti and Miss Divya are in deep trauma right now. We are sorry for your loss. But someone has to come and identify the corpses and manage the formalities."

~ "May I know how this happened?"

~ "From what our experts say, a huge vehicle hit the car and it overturned, rolled quite a number of times and finally smashed into a highway railing. I am afraid that the car and the bodies are beyond identifiable, but it you could -"