The Girl With the Red Scarf | ✔️ [DriKshit]

Tales Untold

DRISHTI'S POV

I woke up with a tremendous headache and a violent pounding in my temples, unsure of my whereabouts. From the feel of it, I deducted that I was lying on a bed, but the light in the room (or wherever I was) was too dim to figure out anything else. I tried to sit up, but my head felt heavier than my entire body and the heavy blanket upon me made things worse.

Where was I? What is this place? How did I get here?

And that is when I remembered - New Delhi, Aakash, Rakshit, Divi -

But all of it was too hazy. I could not quite remember what had happened. It was if my memory was a puzzle and it lacked quite a few pieces. I remembered vividly two things - one, Akash holding the gun to my head and two, the sound of two gunshots -

Was I dead, then?

Not impossible. So, hell looked like this? Not quite bad. And they provided blankets in hell? Maybe it was too cold here.

But I did not feel cold. In fact, I was sweating a little under the heavy blanket.

My entire body ached. Do peoples' bodies ache after they die? Isn't death supposed to free you from all mortal perils?

Actually, considering the amount of people I have hurt, maybe I have earned eternal peril in hell -

~ "Di?"

Divi? What was Divya doing in hell? How can my little sister be in hell? Wasn't this hell, then?

~ "Di, are you okay?"

~ "Is this hell?"

I blurted out. People chatted in hell too?

There was silence. I heard some muffled whispering.

~ "Bhabi, are you feeling alright?"

Sikhar was in hell too?

~ "You are in hell too?"

~ "For god's sake Drishti! Nobody is in hell! We are all present here on Earth! -"

This voice - how I had missed this deep, calming voice.
This was not hell then. I firmly believed that a kind and humble man like my husband would never end up in hell. So where is this place?

~ "I am not dead?"

Well, now that was a new prospect. It certainly explained my aching limbs, throbbing temples and my profuse sweating.

~ "No, Di, of course you are not dead!"

Divya hugged me, burying her face in my neck.

~ "Di, you are fit and fine. Absolutely fine. You know, Di, I missed you so much -"

~ "Where am I?"

~ "New Delhi. Or have you forgotten the name of the place you purposefully ran to?"

~ "Bhai."

Sikhar's voice was calm and calculated, but I had not missed the sarcasm in Rakshit's tone.

Divya helped me sit up.

~ "Why is it so dark in here?"

~ "Oh, is it so, Drishti? I don't think so. I think that the room is bright enough, shayad tumhari dimaag ki batti bujh gayi hai -"

~ "Bhai please."

I heard fumbling around, then a little click and the entire room filled with light.