The Girl With the Red Scarf | ✔️ [DriKshit]

Making Memories

DRISHTI'S POV

When I addressed him as the worst husband ever, I was just pulling his leg, trying to irritate him, but what I never thought was that he would take the entire thing seriously and show me the good husband within him. Or more like the naughty husband within him. As he pulled me into a passionate kiss, I found my hands automatically entangle themselves in his soft hair. He sucked on my lower lip, his hands roaming freely in my hair, stroking my neck, clutching my waist, his stubble pricking my skin lightly.

Talking of my waist, it was kinda fun watching him getting all awkward seeing my exposed legs. True, Rashi's clothes had fitted me a little too tightly, but it wasn't that I was uncomfortable. Actually, to be honest, I was making him uncomfortable. And I was quite enjoying it.

A little breathless, I pulled apart. Rakshit looked into my eyes, I felt the butterflies in my stomach performing a happy dance. With the thumb of his left hand, he started caressing the corner of my mouth. The touch gave me invisible goosebumps. I felt a streak a current pass through my body.

~ "So, Drishti, do you want to see how good a husband I can be?"

His voice was so sexy, I felt my feminity rise within me. I hadn't felt this horny since that night when Akash and I -

I turned away from Rakshit, breaking the eye contact. Chee, Drishti! How can you do this?! I don't know why, but getting close to Rakshit felt like as if I was cheating on Akash, who, by the way, was dead. I felt guilty, as if he had died because of -

I felt Rakshit slid his arm around me. He pushed back the open hair from my right shoulder and rested his chin on it. As I felt his breath warming my ear and neck, he whispered -

~ "What's wrong Drishti?"

Everything. When has anything ever been right in my life?

~ "Do you think it was my fault?"

~ "What was your fault?"

~ "The - umm - Akash -"

I didn't know how I should utter his name, that is, if I even possessed the right to utter his name.

~ "Drishti."

He sighed.

Rakshit wrapped his other arm around my waist and pulled me into a sideways hug. I rested my head on his chest and closed my eyes, listening to his heartbeat. His familiar, masculine perfume soothed my nostrils.

~ "Drishti, none of this is your fault. It is all his fault. He destroyed your life, Drishti. He - he separated you from the people you loved very dearly. To be honest, I think he deserved it. He has been punished by karma."

He pulled apart a little bit and then cupped my face in his palms. I looked into his eyes.

~ "Drishti, you don't have to feel bad for him. If anything, feel proud of yourself. Even after so much, you are standing - stronger than ever."

He kissed my forehead, but I pulled apart. Confused, he looked into my eyes again.

I shook my head slightly.

~ "No, Rakshit, I am not proud of me."

~ "Drishti -"

I put my index finger to his lips.

~ "I am not proud of me, I am proud of us. We have been through so much and yet we stand stronger than ever. To be honest, I don't even know what I would be doing, if you were not there in my life, to protect me, motivate me and support me no matter what. I am proud of us, Rakshit - you and me."