Miss Classy And Mr. Sufficient [Completed]

Chapter 13

*I guess for now before she starts something devilish again, there should be some normal time between them*

*justtt gave them a little start up!*

*before you plan and kill her*

Pov's POV:

It was a new day that started with new hope for him. He had been doing the job, finishing his degree and trying to give her the time and attention she craved for at the same time. He was selected for the basketball team who was lead by Neil.

Drishti used to spend most time of her day usually in the parks, hanging out with Neil at times. Not because she wanted to but because He wanted to.

When rakshit would return, she would either be sleeping or studying or rarely doing the dishes. He was happy with the little progress she made. She used to talk to him everyday about how her day went, how she messed up and all. Luckily, she started being kind to him over a past few days.

They would talk, watch movies and fight with each other over silly topics like their favourites without any sign of bitterness. But she would never go out with him or talk to him in front of anyone.

The only part that kept hurting him was her growing affection and fondness towards Neil. He thought Neil was better than him in many terms. Neil lead the basketball team, he was rich and he had good looks. But not better than Rakshit for sure.

"And then I told her that she was a stinking and needed a shower. The strawberry shake that I poured over her, that was epic. Her boyfriend was like what?!" She laughed and rested her arms on his thighs while he was oiling her head and giving her a head massage. "Did you ever have a girlfriend?"

"Nope" he admitted. She was rather surprised at this truth.

"Why? I mean, look at yourself. Any girl would go flat at you. I can't trust you didn't have one"

"Did you have a boyfriend?" He asked anxiously. The way she was, he thought that she must be having someone.

"You see, I am a 'one-man-woman' So basically I didn't find anyone. Even if raised here in America, the old Indian traditions are still alive inside me. My father used to tell me that breakups hurt and that you must be all time loyal to the one whom you would marry. So better find a single man who is perfect for you. Hey, that side near my neck is dry. Where is the oil?" She tilted her head and pointed at a spot. When be applied the oil there and started the massage started again. "And yup, that's the only reason I did not divorce you. I am stuck with you, thinking of giving you a chance I guess. And this dosen't mean that you have any chance right now with me"

He smiled at her frown and rubbed her hairs in haste. "I see that" He smiled as she had accidently spoken about being loyal to her husband who was him.

"You know the teachers suck. Especially of the subject known as 'Management'" she exclaimed closing Management in air quotes.

"Which teacher do you like anyway?" He threw his tight sarcasm at her.

"No one! And you know that" She covered her face with her hands and leaned back her head leaving a groan of displeasure. She opened her eyes and removed her hands from them to find Rakshit's brow raised at her. "Ah, don't give me that look"

She stood up and laid down on the same sofa on which he was sitting. She placed her legs in his lap and took out her phone. As she was scrolling down her Instagram page, she saw a text from Neil. The guy was getting on her nerves from the very first day he managed to find out that she was married to him.

Coincidently Neil's dad was the owner of the company that Rakshit was working in. So taking advantage of the situation, Neil blackmailed her saying that he would fire Rakshit and make sure he would go to jail for a fake case if she didn't do what he asked her to.