| Trapped |
"You can't go until you tell me." He locked her with his arms against the wall in the store room of Shergill house.
"Tell you what, Mr. Shergill?" She didn't meet his gaze, as she made a futile attempt of escaping the place.
"The reason. The reason why you're avoiding me."
"Avoiding you? I am not avoiding you."
"Of course, you are."
"I am not."
"You are."
"I am not, Mr. Shergill."
"You surely are, Mrs. Shergill."
"Alright, even if I am, how does that concern you?" She decisively let the mask fall, stepping open in the battle ground.
"So you are admitting that you have been ignoring me?"
She mentally face-palmed in realization of the thing he picked on to from her statement.
"Be honest. What happened in Holi?"
The mere mention of Holi had her recall every tiny bit of the moment they shared. The day after Holi had risen with cleared minds of everyone that no longer held any flashes of the events occured in Holi excluding Drishti. Neither Pishachini's nor Mohana's powers were capable enough to impact Divya and Drishti. Divya, however, could hardly remember anything that happened after drinking Bhaang but Drishti, had her memories clear. Her memories weren't forgotten.
Rakshit's inner self was ecstatic on scrutinizing his hand that he had made sure to stay a proof of his win. Though he did not have even an intimation of what the challenge was but how did it even matter? All that mattered to him was, that he won the challenge and his wife was supposed to give him whatever he would ask for. Damn, how absolutely excited it had got him and he had made sure to inform his wife about the same, presuming she didn't remember it either. He could ask her for anything and she wouldn't deny but ever since he mentioned it to her, all he had seen was his wife, who was ignoring him. She had been all over the house but not in front of him, not with him. Initially, he had thought that she was doing it just to get away from the challenge thing but as the day came to an end, he could feel it wasn't just about the challenge but much more than that.
The more he tried to talk the matter out, the more he saw her making excuses to get away from him. He had got so restless that at last, he enclosed her and himself in the store room after he caught her there.
"Mr. Shergill, it would be better if you let it go." She slowly looked up, at him and that was when, she realized how unstable and impatient he appeared to know why she was keeping distance from him. He resembled a toddler's unquiet and edgy self on not having his mother around.
"I will," he leaned forward, whispering in her ear, "Not, Mrs. Shergill." He pulled himself back only to come in sight of her slightly surprised face.
"Let it be, Mr. Shergill. Even if I tell you, you'll never accept it. You'll say that I am lying."'
Staring at her for a moment or two, he shook his head. "I won't."
"You will, Mr. Shergill."
Visibly irritated, he pulled his arm away and stepped back. He turned around, increasing his pitch. "I won't. Spit it out now."
"If you insist." She shrugged her shoulders, standing comfortably with her back resting against the wall. "You enlightened me about how you feel when I converse with Shikhar."
Every part of him went to pause as her words made him instantly regret getting into the confrontation. Damn, what else did he blurt out in front of her?
He was anticipated to know more but she was greeting him with silence. Never before, silence had been so difficult for him. "And?" He couldn't wait more.
"And that you find me, really really beautiful and I stay on your mind 247."
"What rubbish-"
"See, I told you, you won't believe me." Cutting him off in middle, she pointed out proving that she was right about him. "You asked me to be honest. I am being honest, Mr. Shergill. You did say this to me."
Who asked you to drink the Bhaang? Bear the consequences now. He tried again and again and again, to recall some glimpses of the Holi event but alas, he couldn't. He couldn't argue with her either for he couldn't deny the possibility that he could say to her what she was claiming he did. Besides, he saw no point in why she would lie about the same. Stupid, you are, Mr. Shergill. Absolutely stupid. She instigated you and you got instigated and ended up drinking that stupid drink. Had you not fallen for it, nothing would have happened.
His gaze shifted to the sound his ears heard. She had opened the door and all it needed her was one step to get out of the room. For a change, he was glad that she was leaving. He needed time to collect and process his thoughts.
"Mr. Shergill." She called for him, gripping on the door knob. "Mujhe laga nahi tha ke aap jealous hone walo me se hai." She giggled to herself, walking out, without waiting for him to reply that she knew he wouldn't be able to.
He held his head in his hands, irked with the stunts he had pulled on in the Holi event. Damn it. Where am I trapped?
*
"Simran, what's that?" Rakshit eyes accidentally caught Simran who was watching a video.
"Bhai, this is the recording of Holi party. This is the only phootage of the party."
"Show me." He took the tablet from her hand, leaving a surprised Simran behind. Her brother never did that earlier.
"I will give it back in a while." Informing her, he ascended the stairs making his way to his room.
*
"Oh, so Mrs. Shergill has narrated the incident by conveniently skipping the bits." He held himself from smiling after checking out the video. He couldn't get over everything that he just saw.
The video confirmed that he wasn't the only affected one. He affected her as much as she did, him. Neither her smile after he confessed that he didn't like her being with Shikhar had gone unnoticed by him nor the small blush when he was inching closer to her and most definitely not the way she applied the colour on him and let him put the colour on her.
You shouldn't have thought that I wouldn't come to know of everything, Mrs. Shergill. He got the video transferred in his mobile before deleting the one in Simran's tablet. Of course, he had to do that. None can see Rakshit Shergill dancing. He handed over the tablet to Simran who had just rushed in his room for it and stepped out, in search of his wife.
A while before, it was him who was trapped. It was time to turn the tables. It was the time to trap, Mrs. Shergill.
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