Chapter 4

IAdoreYou

@IAdoreYou

Part Four |

"Di, you there?" Divya, who was looking for Drishti everywhere finally seemed to have found her as she banged her fist on the door of one of the rooms of Shergill house. She did not have hopes of finding her Di there for it was just another guest room probably that no one usually entered but she couldn't skip any room. It had been hours since she saw Drishti. She hoped her Drishti Di was okay.

Before Divya could make another shout, Drishti opened the door, pulled her inside and locked the door back. "Do you realize, you are screaming Di openly in the Shergill house? For once, can you stop being so careless?"

Divya hugged her sister who mirrored a broken glass whose broken pieces were pierced deep inside her. "What has happened, Di?"

"Mr. Shergill saw us yesterday with that woman. He overheard our conversation and knows that you are my sister and now he thinks, I am working for that woman to give her information regarding him. He thinks, I deceived him. He thinks I played with his emotions and did everything for money," she said in a monotonous tone.

"What?" A shocked Divya did not know how to console her sister who had lost her heart to her husband who now doubted intentions of her existence in his life. "Di, let's go and tell him everything." She grabbed Drishti's hand, pulling her.

"And risk his life? Give him pain for lifetime that will break him in a way that he'll never be whole again? I can't, Divi." Drishti shook her head in denial, taking Divya's hand off hers. "I can't."

"But Di -"

"No Divi. I am telling him nothing and you, remember my words, will not say a word to him no matter what. No matter what he says, you'll not utter a word about anything to him. Promise me. Promise me, Divi." She held her hand in front of her. Divya unwillingly had to give in after the uncountable attempts of persuading her sister that went in vain.

*

Rakshit was still in his room, drowning in the ocean of grief when his ears heard the sound of the door knob and eyes caught her entering in. Her sight increased the pain of betrayal by multiple folds. "You did this all for money, right? Take all the money you want but make an exit from my life, right now and make sure it will be a permanent exit."

She didn't look surprise as if was pretty much aware that it was coming her way. Without bothering to reply, she went straight ahead in the washroom leaving him to curse himself for getting to emotionally intimate with her that there was no coming back now.

"You are hearing me or your ears selectively hear what they want to and from whom they want to?" He rose on his feet, striding towards her who sat in front of the dressing table after the much needed shower to calm her unsettled heart.

"I am talking to you, Mrs. Shergill."

"Listen you -"

She pressed her hands on the table in the front, standing up as she turned towards him. Folding her hands to her chest, she stared at him. "What? Hmm, what? What do you want me to do? Leave this house?"

After doing all that she did, the woman was still displaying another level of calmness. Perhaps, she was right all along. He never really knew who and what she was, he thought. "That's right. Leave. Now. Divorce papers will knock your door as soon as I can manage." Never had he cursed himself as much as he did in that moment, when his voice betrayed him cracking by the time he reached the last word.

Her eyes again went slightly teary on the mention of divorce papers but she held herself together. Her throat choked with lump that formed inside and despite wanting, she couldn't speak in that moment.

"Leave my house, right now. I don't want to see your face."

"Rakshit."

He toned down his anger hearing his mother yell his name. She got in the room, and pulled Rakshit a little away from Drishti. "What did you ask her?"

"Mom actually -"

"What did you ask her to do?" Mahima raised her pitch as she repeated her question for him.

"To leave this house, me and my life," he replied truthfully. He anyway had to let his mother know about everything, today or tomorrow so why not today, he thought.

"Say sorry to her."

"Mom?" He was shocked to say the least. Rather than asking him what had happened, she was asking him to apologize to her? Really?

"Suna nahi? I said, say sorry to her right now. She is not your employee whom you can fire and order to get out of your sight. She is Mrs. Drishti Rakshit Shergill now. You cannot talk to your wife the way you did. Say sorry." Mahima Shergill sounded not just upset but mad at her son.

"But Mom, you don't know what she has done. She -"

"No matter what she has done, do not forget that this is her house now as much as this is yours. Next time, think before you ask her to leave." She was going to continue putting knowledge in her son's ears but Rashi had been screaming her name for a while. "Drishti will not go anywhere." She announced, casting a look at Rakshit.

Taking a step towards Drishti, Mahima looked in her eyes for several seconds. "You are not going anywhere, okay? You don't have to listen to him. It's late. Get some sleep." She dragged herself out of their room and called for Rakshit's name. "Your apology is still pending. Make sure you do it right after I am gone."

It took him long to let it sink in that his mother actually didn't even listen to him well, neither asked the reason why he wanted his wife out of his home. She was the same woman, who had refused to accept Drishti as his wife. She was the same woman, who had never blessed Drishti rather almost hated her for betraying her and tricking him into marrying her. She was the same woman and now, she was on his wife's side? That too so blindly that she refused to even hear what the matter was?

"How did you get her to support you not just blindly but foolishly? Until yesterday, she was against you and now... Matlab manana padega, you are brilliant at what you do. At tricking and deceiving people. Am I right?" He followed her when she walked past him, towards the couch. He was so outraged but more, resentful that her glimpse was enough for him to go crazy. He wanted her out of his life but he couldn't stand her silence either.

Lying on the couch, she pulled the duvet over herself closing her eyes. Oh how much she wished it all to be just a horrible nightmare that would be over after waking up! The dream of wishing it to be a nightmare brutally ended when she felt the duvet slipping off her body and her eyes met his pained soul.

If she was hurt, then he was in no less pain and she knew it more than anyone else. She could fight with the world but how was she supposed to fight with the one whom she had started considering her entire universe? A tear trickled down her cheek, looking into his agonized eyes and staring at the thin layer of tears shining in her eyes, his mask fell off and the inner torment, heartache and immense pain that he was concealing with his anger fell straight in her surrender.

"Kyu kiya?" He no longer was conscious for his shaky, cracking voice and showing how broken she had left him. He didn't care that he was putting his vulnerable side on display in front of her that he never allowed anyone to get even a glimpse of. He let her see that Mr. Rakshit Shergill was truly shattered. "Bolo na. Kyu kiya? Tum janti ho mai tumse..." He smoothly slipped on his knees. Sliding his hand to hold the back of her head, he drew her closer, resting his forehead against her. He went more in, almost touching their noses. "Abhi bhi dil manane ko taiyar nahi ke tum -"

"To kyu maan liya?" She did not push him, neither made an attempt to get away from him despite their proximity. Having him so close to her, hearing his quavering voice, knowing his heart was in distress had her lose every bit of her. A fresh stream of tears escaped her eyes, falling on his cheeks before reaching the ground.

His moist skin came as the hitting realization to him, compelling him to pull a little away only to come across her woeful eyes. She was crying. His palms scooped her face in them, wiping her tears, almost as a reflex response. She couldn't hold herself back. She held on to him tighter, circling her arms around his neck as she let her tears soak his shirt with them. "How could you even think that I would do any such thing let aside believing it? I don't work for her. I am not here to give anyone any information regarding you or your family. I haven't deceived you." She broke down in his arms, bowed down with the burden of the accusations he made upon her.

"What were you doing with her then? How do you know her?"

She withdrew herself from his embrace the soon his words hit her ears. Her tear filled eyes, shimmered with the let down she just had. The painful realization came striking to her that the suspicion had overpowered his trust on her or probably, he never trusted her, she wondered for if he had then his trust that he had upon her wouldn't have crumpled down so quickly and easily.

She stood up from the couch, wiping her face dry. He lifted himself from the floor, her earnest attempt that she did just a minute ago, denying of any detrimental intentions behind gracing his life with her presence was still whirling in his mind.

She had actually thought that if he happened to hear it from her that she didn't do what he was accusing her of, then he would believe her. If not believe her, then at least would rethink over his doubts. Oh, what a fool she had been while thinking that! She needed fresh air and some alone time to put back together her falling pieces.

She gasped for breath when out of the blue, his hand went around her back, restricting her movement to get out and she was standing then right in front of him.

"Don't you think I have a right to know? Don't you think it is important for me to know?" His index finger raised her chin up seeing her downcast eyes. "Don't you think I deserve to know?"

She looked in his eyes for the moments till she uttered, "Don't you think I deserved to be questioned and not accused?" 

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Nothing much to say today apart from, that I am so involved in this fic that I am cutting down on my sleeping hours to pen this down. Since life is a bit hectic, I don't get any free hours to write in daytime. 

Oh and yes, I realized today that there has been 11,500 views in mere three chapters. My goodness, this is amusing. If you are reading this, please show your presence because I get to thank you that way.