Hello guys. Hope you are doing well! First things first, I absolutely hate this RaVan engagement thing. I am so annoyed by it that I`m literally writing an OS on IF after a really long time.😆
Kindly ignore any mistakes...I have not proofread.
Happy reading😳
Abyss
“Won’t you congratulate us on our engagement, soon-to-be ex Mrs. Shergill?” Lavanya cheerfully asked.
To say Drishti was shocked would be an overstatement. She was not.
She saw it coming after all.
Sighing, she digested the new piece of information. As the day waned, she realised the tally of the losses she has incurred kept on increasing. Looking up, she saw that the trio – a very cheerful Mahima, a disgusted Lavanya and a visibly anxious Rakshit - went silent trying to gauge her reaction. She was pretty sure she was too calm and composed for their liking. Drishti gathered her strength and triedto mutter in the most stable voice that she could manage,
“Congratulations Lavanya”
“Congratulations Sir”
She tried to sound as indifferent as she could when congratulating them, but the constricting feeling in her chest gave her away, to herself,at least.
“Thanks darling,” Lavanya mocked.
Did I see Rakshit flinching at the tone of my voice before being dragged away by his mom and Lavanya.
She sneered as she realised that her indifference was only a mask that hid how broken she was. Physically. Emotionally. And unfortunately,he could not see through her. Even when he claimed that he could read her. Even when he said dil ki baatein, dil samajh hi leta hain.
However, in her time here, with him, one thing she was sure of, was that he cared for her, deeply.And the only way she could give it back to him was by setting him free, if that’s what he wanted.
She still did not know what to make of the kiss or his double meaning talks, but knowing Rakshit, she was sure that he had given up on their marriage.
On her.
And the ring was a point of finality for her. Had he told her that he wanted a divorce, she would have fought with him. For him. And perhaps even told him the secrets she had had to bury in her heart for so long.She had told him to wait for her, to give her time. But, the fact that he could not wait to hear her and took this step conveyed his decision, loud and clear.
And no, she did not blame him for whatever he did. How could she, when he was the one who was trying to make this whole marriage work. How could she, when she could not even match the first step he took.
When I failed in my responsibilities.
She chuckled, remembering the time Rakshit admonished her for blaming him for everything that went wrong.The irony!
I can’t blame you today, Mr. Shergill.
But somehow, she was not feeling as guilty as she should. After this day-cum-terrifying-roller-coaster ride, she was surprised that she was still sane. From convincing herself to stab her sister, to stabbing her, to being betrayed by the person she trusted,to nearly dying, to loosing her powers, to this.
What a day!
Perhaps it was because she had seen her sister nearly die in front of her, that her own life and, by extension her marriage, felt secondary.
Or maybe, it was because she knew that, in the future, if given the choice to choose between being with Rakshit and saving her sister’s life, she would choose the latter, again and again.
At the expense of the former.
Maybe it is the right thing to give up. The correct time to let go. Maybe I am not in this world for this. For him.
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She was closing her suitcase when Rakshit came in.
“Drishti, what,” he started, but then went speechless.
And Drishti involuntarily smiled. Genuinely, from the heart. She mentally patted herself for being the only one to probably manage do that. The feelings she felt for him overwhelmed her and it did not help that that this is possibly the last time they would be so close to each other. When she felt her eyes welling up, she immediately turned around on the pretext of picking her suitcase.
“I guess, me and you,it was up till her” she said, dragging her suitcase with her.
“Drishti, listen…” the desperation in his voice nearly made her stop in her tracks, but before, he could continue, Mahima ma`am entered.
Drishti could see how her annoyance mellowed when she saw her suitcase.
“Drishti beta!” Mahima started.
No tumhari biwi, Drishti remarked.
“You know that I don`t dislike you right, It`s just the circumstances….”
Drishti cut her short, “I know that you don`t hate me as a person. You turned rude because you thought that I`m not worthy enough to be your son`s wife. And you are right. I am not worthy. Perhaps Lavanya is worthier. But ma`am, there is a fine line between being rude and hurting someone’s self-respect. While I do get your perspective, as a woman in front of your today, I want to tell you that I felt disappointed and hurt when you questioned the relationship we shared behind closed doors. Bahut beizzatti mehsoos huyi thi,” she finished coldly, and a look at Rakshit, she knew he got the underlying reference.
“Beta, main….mera iraada..”
“I did not say that to make you feel guilty, or for the sake of justifications, ma`am. I said that because I did not want my heart to be bitter about you when I leave from here,” Drishti stopped to smile at the lady, who she could see was struggling to meet her eye, “Afterall,you were a mother figure to me.”
Tightening her hold on the handle of her suitcase, she advanced forward, knowing not where this new journey would take her. But, she was ready to fall deeper into the abyss, for it was the only way to come back stronger.
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That`s it, from me.
Do leave your precious comments guys. I appreciate.
-Keshni
