The Girl With the Red Scarf | ✔️ [DriKshit]

The Official Date (Part -1)

RAKSHIT'S POV

When we reached home, dripping wet and immensely cold, the others were not back yet. The rain had stopped, but the grey clouds still floated in the dark sky above, threatening another downpour. As I pulled out my key and inserted it into the door lock, I purposefully avoided looking at Drishti. Okay, Rakshit, you are not a jerk, so please do not do any offensive acts in front of her. But I wanted to look at her, I was so tempted to stare at her now. The only problem was that if I looked at her, weird and extremely offensive thoughts would start popping up in my head and I was afraid that I would act upon those not so decent ideas. Normally, I am a decent guy and I respect women a lot. But now, when Drishti was dripping wet, her saree clinging to her flourishing figure and accentuating her curves, droplets of water slipping down her smooth skin, her entire body shivering slightly from the cold - I wanted to touch her, and not in a good way. Her body language, her posture, even the slight movement of her lips was turning me on. I shook the thoughts out of my head and tried to focus on the door lock. There was a small click and the door opened. The hall was dark. I stepped in, the marble slippery beneath me.

~ "Drishti - be careful -"

~ "Ouch -"

Drishti bumped into me, aparrently blindled in the darkness, and no, if you are thinking that I held her, preventing her from falling and we had a romantic eye contact just like in the movies, then no, none of it happened. Before I could hold her, she fell, pulling me upon herself. Our eyes met and my heart changed pace. I rolled, pulling her on top of me, so that all of my weight wasn't on her. She didn't break the eye contact, neither did she make a move to try and get up.

~ "That's what happens when you do not let your husband complete his sentence."

I tried to lighten the mood. But she was still staring at me intensely.

~ "Yeah - then I am extremely afraid Rakshit, I won't let you complete your sentences for the rest of my life."

She laughed and before I could react, she got up, extending a hand towards me. What the hell was that? Maybe she wanted to reciprocate what I felt for her - maybe, maybe she was attracted to me just as I was attracted to her. Okay Rakshit, you are getting ahead of yourself now, why would she be attracted to a boring loser like you? Wondering that if my inner voice was right about me being a boring loser, I took her hand. She tried to pull me up but failed. She tried again, I laughed at her.

~ "You know what, I shouldn't have offered you my hand in the first place!"

I laughed again. She screwed her eyes at me.

~ "Don't laugh! Even you cannot pick me up in this situation -"

I got up and before she could comprehend what I was doing, I scooped her up in my arms.

~ "What  - Rakshit - what are you doing?! Set me down!"

She tried to wriggle free. I strengthened my hold.

~ "Do that once more and instead of setting you down, I will throw you down. How would that feel?"

~ "You are sooo mean!"

But she wrapped her arms around my neck and rested her head on my shoulder.

As I climbed the marble stairs carefully, I could feel her gaze lingering upon my face, my neck. Maybe I am not a boring loser after all - else why would she stare at me?

~ "Also, could you please stop staring like that!"

I thought that she would be taken aback, but instead, she just laughed.