The Girl With the Red Scarf | ✔️ [DriKshit]

Uninvited Guests

RAKSHIT'S POV

I couldn't believe my ears.

What was she saying? No, no, all of it was too good to be true!

Drishti was still bent over me, so close that our breaths mingled.

I was spell bound. Out of everything that I could have expected from Drishti, committing to this relationship was not even on the list.

~ "What happened Rakshit? At a loss for words? Surprised that things did not turn out the way the great Rakshit Shergill planned them?"

She sounded bitter.

I took a deep breath and held her soft hands in mine. Her eyes softened at the touch.

~ "You know what, Drishti? I think for the first time ever, I am happy that things did not turn out the way I wanted them too - because they turned out to be better."

The bitterness in her voice melted away, the warmth spreading to her eyes.

~ "I thought you didn't want me as your wife."

~ "That is because I didn't want to force this upon you Drishti. This is 'our' relationship and I never want to dominate you as to how far we should take this. - Drishti, are you sure -?"

She held my hands tighter.

~ "Never have I ever been this sure, Rakshit."

She smiled, I smiled back. I looked into her deep brown eyes and she held my gaze.

Okay, so if this was a movie, this is the part where the hero and the heroine kiss -

Just as I was about to close the distance between us -

~ "Rakshit! Drishti! Come down!"

Mom.

Drishti pulled apart immediately, flustered.

~ "Rakshit! Drishti!"

~ "We are coming, mom!"

I shouted back. I got up from where I was kneeling on the floor, my eyes searching Drishti's. But instead of blushing and looking away, she smiled.

                                ~

We went downstairs. The hall was dark, but multiple voices drifted from the living room.

The door was ajar and as I cracked it open to step in, I saw our visitors.

A healthy, middle aged lady with slightly graying hair, wearing a blue printed saree sat on the main sofa accompanied by a young boy who was somewhere around twenty, wearing black jeans and a matching shirt.

Meenal Kaki and Sourav.

Meenal Kaki is a close relative of ours and Sourav is her only son. Usually, I would be very happy to see Sourav, but today, it somehow disturbed me. Actually, the sight of him staring open mouthed at Drishti is what disturbed me. Sourav is a decent guy, well behaved, respectful and everything - but still - Why the hell was he staring at my wife like that?!

Divya and Sikhar were already present in the room, standing in a corner and nodding politely to conversation that mom and Kaki made. Both of them talked and laughed and waved their hands animatedly. Typical elders conversation.

~ "Areh, Rakshit and Drishti are here."

Mom noticed us.

Meenal Kaki turned.