Don’t You Think I Deserved?
“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 in Shergill’s house.
She did not have hopes of finding her sister 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 last. She could only hope that her sister was okay.
Before Divya could yell yet another time, Drishti opened the door, pulled her inside, and locked the door behind her. “Do you realize, you are screaming Di 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 own self. “What 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 that 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 revealed 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 the intentions of her existence in his life. “Di, let’s go and tell him everything.” She grabbed Drishti’s hand, pulling her along.
“And risk his life? Give him pain for a 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 utter 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 doorknob and his eyes caught her entering in. Her sight increased his pain of betrayal by multiple folds. “You did all of this for money, right? Take all the money you want but make an exit from my life, right now and make sure that it will be a permanent one.”
She didn’t look surprised as if she had already seen it coming her way. Without bothering to reply, she walked straight into the washroom, leaving him to curse himself for getting so 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 to his feet, striding toward 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, turning toward him as she stood up. Folding her hands across her chest, she stared at him. “What? Hmm, what? What do you want me to do? Leave this house?”
After doing all that she had done, 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 on your door as soon as I can manage.” Never had he cursed himself as much as he did at that moment when his voice betrayed him, cracking by the time he reached the last word.
Her eyes again went slightly teary at the mention of divorce papers but she held herself together. Her throat choked with the lump that formed inside and despite wanting, she couldn’t speak at that moment.
“Leave my house, right now. I don’t want to see your face.”
“Rakshit.”
He toned down his anger upon hearing his mother yell his name. Mahima Shergill 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 voice as she repeated her question to 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 now… this is her house as much as this is yours. Next time, think before you ask her to leave.” She was going to continue giving her piece of mind to her son 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 toward Drishti, Mahima looked into 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 yet another time. “Your apology is still pending. Make sure you do it right after I am gone.”
It took him a while to let it sink in that his mother actually did not even listen to him nor she asked the reason why he wanted his wife out of his life.
She was the same woman who had refused to accept Drishti as his wife.
She was the same woman, who had never blessed Drishti and rather almost hated her for betraying her and tricking him into marrying her.
She was that very 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, toward the couch.
He was infuriated but more, resentful… just enough to go crazy at one glimpse of her. 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 she wished it 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 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. 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 the mask of his anger fell straight in her surrender.
“Kyu kiya?” He was no longer conscious about 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 catch even a glimpse of.
He let her see that Rakshit Shergill was truly, truly shattered. “Bolo na. Kyu kiya? Tum jaanti ho mai tumse…” He slipped to his knees. Sliding his hand to hold the back of her head, he drew her closer, resting his forehead against her. He leaned in, their noses almost touching. “Abhi bhi dil maan ne ko taiyaar nahi ke tum-“
“To kyu maan liya?” She did not push him. She did not make an attempt to get away from him either despite their proximity. Having him so close to her, hearing his quavering voice and knowing his heart was in distress had her lose every bit of her sanity. 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 had been crying. His palms scooped her face in them, wiping her tears, almost as a reflex response.
She couldn’t hold herself back either. 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 believe 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 beneath 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 as his words hit her ears. Her tear-filled eyes, shimmered with the letdown that she just had. The painful realization came striking to her that the suspicion had overpowered his trust in her or probably, he never trusted her.
She stood up from the couch, wiping her face dry. He lifted himself from the floor. Her earnest confession that she had made just a minute ago, denying 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 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 his doubts.
Oh, what a fool she had been while thinking that! She needed fresh air and some alone time to put back her falling pieces together.
She gasped for breath when out of the blue, his hand circled around her back, restricting her movement to get away and she stood 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 lifted her chin seeing her downcast eyes. “Don’t you think I deserve to know?”
She looked into his eyes for a long moment. “Don’t you think I deserved to be questioned and not accused?”
Drama Name – DivyaDrishti
Chapter 1 – https://iadoreyoucreates.com/a-promise-to-keep-chapter-one-divyadrishti/
Chapter 2 – https://iadoreyoucreates.com/a-promise-to-keep-chapter-two-divyadrishti/
Chapter 3 – https://iadoreyoucreates.com/a-promise-to-keep-chapter-three-divyadrishti/