The Girl With the Red Scarf | ✔️ [DriKshit]

Moments

RAKSHIT'S POV

The lights in my room were all turned off. I sat in an arm chair and gazed out of the window, the garden outside enveloped in a blanket of darkness. It has been a long time since I have visited New Delhi, even longer since I have stayed in this villa. But Raju Kaka and his wife Mitali Kaki have taken good care of this place. I hadn't expected them to open and organize the rooms, prepare a three course dinner and arrange clean clothes in such a short notice. They were more than glad to have us and Mitali Kaki kept praising how beautiful my wife Drishti is.

Speaking of Drishti, I am still angry at her, for a number of extremely valid reasons. First, she runs away from home. Second, she does not even bothers to leave a good farewell letter for everyone. Third, she does not find the courage to confide in me that Akash was texting her. Fourth, she acts on impulse and does not consider what effect her act of running away might have on her well wishers (specifically me). Fifth, she gets kidnapped and was at Akash's gun point (and yes, this was her fault too because nothing of this would have happened if she hadn't run in the first place). Sixth, her life was in danger and all she cares about if I was hurt or not (okay, I don't really mind this one, but yeah).

I leaned back on my chair, tempted to pick up another cigarette. Just as I was about to reach in my pocket, I remembered the way that Drishti had gently pulled the cigarette out of my hand and threw it away. I pulled out the pack of cigarettes from my kurta pocket and threw it upon the smooth glass surface of the table.

No, Rakshit, you have already done a lot of bad things today. But it wasn't my fault, was it? After all, I am not the one who ran from home. Or got kidnapped.

But on second thoughts, she has already been through so much, I shouldn't have been this tough on her.

I felt a pang of guilt rise in my chest. I should probably go and apologize - but it is almost 12:30 now, she would be fast asleep in the next room.

~ "Bhai?"

I turned. Sikhar stood beside the door.

~ "You are awake, Sikhar?"

He smiled.

~ "So are you bhai."

~ "Come inside."

I smiled back at him.

Sikhar came in and plopped down on the bed.

~ "Bhai, can I tell you something honestly?"

~ "Go ahead."

~ "Don't treat bhabi like that. It hurts her. And deny it, as you will, but it hurts you too."

My brother had a fair point, but that does not mean that I will have to own up to him.

~ "Sikhar, it is nothing like that -"

~ "Bhai, please. We all know that you and bhabi love each other -"

~ "What rubbish!"

~ "Okay, bhai, tell me then - why do you fear losing her? Why does she matter to you so much?"

~ "I have married her. She is my responsibility."

~ "She ran from home at her own will. It wasn't your responsibility to come chasing after her. Then why did you do it?"

My little brother had apparently grown up a lot.

~ "I just didn't want her to get hurt -"

~ "Why? She ran - she broke your heart! Why does her well being matter to you even after all that happened?"