Drishti:- She is the same girl who caused a conflict between Karan and Kabir.
Karan's ex and Ananya's best friend.
...Kabir..
I was about to look up and kill the person but before I could do anything her voice stopped me.
"Well you need to watch your steps baby." She said.
I wanted to look up I really did but somewhere I still dreaded it was just a dream.
"Drishti?" I whispered.
This practically cannot be happening now is it.
"Now it seems you still haven't forgotten me." She said, her tone slutry.
"Well then you need to watch where you go lady, because it is practically not possible to forget the faces of witches."
You'd think this was my reply, well Not.
It was someone else who answered this bitch.
That someone who was my everything, automatically a smile stretched across my face as she laced her long fingers with mine.
Drishti looked puzzled and was about to snap back when I intervened.
"You better not say a thing about my wife." I warned her looking back at the beautiful form besides me.
She gave me the most precious gift which was her smile.
"Well, wouldn't your wife like to know who am I?" She asked moving her hands on my arm.
Preet looked was beyond irritated. She swatted away her hand and replied,
"Why does it look like I care" with a sickening smile
"Do you know I am his pretty little secret." She said again.
I stood stunned there.
Please tell me this wasn't happening.
"Do you know wine stains do not get off dresses." Preet warned Drishti out of the blue.
I looked at Preet confused.
"Well, thanks for the washing machine tip." Drishti replied giving a disgusted look.
"Uhh, well you will need it." Preet replied before emptying her glass of wine on Drishti's dress.
I heard Aryan and Dad clapping from behind while I stood there astonished.
Preet further pulled me to our table.
Once out of the shock I couldn't stop my laugh.
And Preet well she looked embarrassed.
"You were here." I remarked.
"Well I wouldn't miss it, now would I?" She asked wriggling her eyebrows.
I pulled her in a side hug.
I knew she wouldn't miss it.
...Preet..
Okay so it was official I was late.
I muttered curses to myself as I checked my reflection in the mirror for one last time.
Well I was clad in a designer baby pink and black saree, with long oxidized earrings, I secured my hair in a high ponytail with curls at the end with light make up.

Soon I left my brother's suite and rode to the hall where the function was to be held.
I was about to step in when I decided something else and called Kabir, having our regular talk he asked me to be online, I did as asked.
Once I knew he was off to the stage I walked in flashing my invite at the entrance that Aryan had managed to get.
I sat next to Papa on our table that seemed pretty far from the stage.
I doubt he could see me.
My blushed flared darker when he addressed me as Shortcake. I heard my brother fake cough as Papa side hugged me.
Sending Meera maa and Papa here was another story. I wasn't sure if I could make it here by the time but fortunately enough I did.
I saw Kabir busy on his cell phone as he walked towards our table, when he dashed into someone,Kabir's face suddenly flushed pale. I asked my brother who she was and he addressed her some 'Drishti Khanna.' I had my guards up at that mere name. Without thinking anything else I walked up to them. Coincidentally she was the same Drishti I expected her to be.
"Well you need to watch your steps baby." She said.
Wait a minute did she just call my husband Baby,
Don't get me all jealous types but somethings are meant to be personal.
Kabir stood there motionless.
Shit. This wasn't supposed to happen.
"Drishti?" I heard Kabir whisper.
This practically cannot be happening now is it.
"Now it seems you still haven't forgotten me." She said, her tone slutry.
I am just one step away from slapping her.
"Well then you need to watch where you go lady, because it is practically not possible to forget the faces of witches." I stepped in. Somewhere I saw
automatically a smile stretched across his face as I laced my long fingers with his.
Drishti looked puzzled and was about to snap back when Kabir intervened.
"You better not say a thing about my wife." he warned her looking back at me.
I gave him a smile assuring him I was here.
"Well, wouldn't your wife like to know who am I?" She asked moving her hands on Kabir's arm.
I was beyond irritated. I swatted away her hand and replied,
"Why does it look like I care" with a sickening smile
"Do you know I am his pretty little secret." She said again.
Kabir's grip on my hand loosened, which scared me. I wanted him to grip it tighter and tell me it was nothing.
I knew Kabir and I could do this later so I turned my attention to the problem in hand. The problem that stood 5 feet 3 inches tall clad in a rather exposing white dress.
"Do you know wine stains do not get off dresses." I warned Drishti.
Kabir looked at me confused.
"Well, thanks for the washing machine tip." Drishti replied giving a disgusted look.
"Uhh, well you will need it." I replied before emptying my glass of wine on Drishti's dress.
I heard Aryan and Dad clapping from behind laughing. I turned around and just took a bow. It seemed we had pretty huge audience enjoying this. To avoid any further quarreling I pulled Kabir to our table.
Once out of the shock Kabir couldn't stop laughing
"You were here." He remarked.
"Well I wouldn't miss it, now would I?" I asked wriggling my eyebrows.
He pulled her in a side hug.
I was hell sure I wouldn't have missed it.
"When do you leave?" Aryan asked.
Kabir had been a bit silent since the whole Drishti thing.
"10." I replied simply looking at Kabir trying to read his emotions.
He looked up at me and then back down. We were at an after party that followed the award function.
He held my hand tighter.
Soon enough he pulled me off the table in a secluded corner.
And instantly claimed my lips. This time in a rush, tension or something on that line.
He seemed worried, he seemed scared.
No matter what I kissed him back.
I surrendered myself letting him do whatever he felt right.
Somewhere it felt good to be his need but somewhere I dreaded what would have happened if I wouldn't have been here.
Leaving my lips. He started laying wet kisses on my neckline leaving a love bite at the connecting bone.
Looking up he held my face tighter in his grip and placed his forehead on mine.
I picked my hands from my side and reached his face easing his tension lines on his forehead.
"I trust you." I said.
These three mere words made him smile.
He got hold of my wrist and pulled me towards the exit.
"Kabir, where do you think are we going." I asked as he walked faster
"We're ditching."
"The party is for you." I reminded him.
"As I said, we are ditching it." He said pulling me to the parking lot towards his hired car.
He tipped off the driver and took the driving seat opening the passenger door for me while texting someone.
"I have a flight to catch."
"I'll drop you to the airport on time." He said as I took the seat besides him.
Well then, Mumbai here we come.
Kabir drove effortlessly as if he knew the roads by heart.
He pulled his blazer off and loosened his tie, folding his sleeves up.
Kabir had been driving for the last 35 minutes to God knows where. One of my hand was securely tucked in his warm one.
After another five minutes we reached what looked like a wide spread beach.

It was almost dark, Kabir knew my fascination with water.
We stepped out of the car and walked towards the beach.
I uncliped my sandals as Kabir pulled his dress shoes off.
Even before going to the beach Kabir dragged me to what seemed like a food shack.
"Kaka.."(uncle) Kabir called him as him he knew him since long.
"Kabir baba?"(Kabir child.) The uncle exclaimed.
Totally they know each other.
"Kaise ho Kaka?(How are you uncle.) Kabir asked
"Mai toh theek hu baba, magar aap bade saalo baad aaye, aur Lavanya baby aur Karan aur Rishab baba nahi aaye?"(I am fine, but it's been long. Where are Lavanya, Karan and Rishab?)He asked.
"Uhmm nahi woh Amritsar mai hai. Waise koi aur hai jiss se aap ko milvana tha."
(No, they are in Amritsar but there is someone I want you to meet.) Kabir said and then looked back at me. Reaching for my hand he pulled me in front of him.
"Yeh, meri Biwi." (She's my wife.) He addressed me.
"Bahut khoobsurat hai." (She's really beautiful) The old man looked happy and blessed us.
Later we ordered his famous Pav Bhaji and devoured its taste.
After which Kabir interlaced our fingers and walked to the shore.
I picked my saree a bit up as Kabir folded his pants since our feets were dipped in water.
We walked a little longer and then Kabir went to get us some Ice Gola. I was busy looking at the stars when I felt his hands slip through my waist as he offered the gola to me.
"What are you looking at?" He asked placing his chin on my shoulder.
"The stars, they are so beautiful." I replied.
"We can get them if you want you know?" He asked.
I looked at him in amusement in the position and then looked back at the sea.
"I don't want you to get me the stars Kabir. I just want you to stand underneath them with me." I said.
"Okay then the stars are beautiful but you are more beautiful then them." He replied. I smirked and turned around with the gola glass in my hand still in his embrace.
"You don't have to flirt anymore you know that right? I am already your wife." I informed.
He raised his eyebrow faking to think.
"Hmmm, but you know. Flirting is good for health just like yoga." He replied.
I smiled in amusement and bent down to keep the glass.
I so knew where this was going.
I encircled my hands on his neck and replied.
"Now is that so?"
He bent down a little covering the gap between us.
But definitely I had something else in mind.
I slid down and out I go.
"Catch me if you can." I said before running away.
It took him a moment or two to understand what happened.
But as soon as he realized what happened he was off in a sprint behind me.
I ran faster, okay not so fast but it was only this much I could manage in a saree.
Soon enough he had a grip on me. He held me from my waist and twirled me around. I was sure we had gained us an audience.
Within a fraction of seconds, Kabir turned me around and dipped me a bit down in his embrace and kissed me.
Soon we left the beach since according to Kabir he had a better place to show.
Suddenly Kabir was all silent.
Only by the look of him I could tell he was still stressed.
I reached for his hand on the gear and he still didn't react.
I picked my phone and texting my travel agent I asked him to shift my night flight to an early morning one.
Within minutes we reached what Kabir said was Marine Lines.
Well in all honesty it was a beautiful place.

We stepped down the car and settled at the sitting area.
We were silent for the next 10 minutes when Kabir asked softly.
"Do you love me?"
I pursed my lips looking ahead.
What brought this question.
"No, I just decided to marry you for the fun of it."
Kabir raised an eyebrow and looked at me.
"Did you just try and be sarcastic?" he asked.
I looked at him and for once I felt bad for being sarcastic.
He looked scared.
"Yes, because you decided to be stupid." I said being careful at his face expressions.
He just gave me a small smile
"Is this because I don't say I love you much?" I asked him truthfully.
"Hell, no. It got nothing to do with yesterday's phone conversation. It's just messed up." He said sighing.
"Major of the mess is up there." I said pointing towards his brain.
Next was just a silence which was definitely unwelcomed.
"Kabir."
"Hmmm."
"I didn't fall in love with you." I said and as expected his face fell.
"I didn't fall in love with you.
I walked in love with you.
With my eyes wide open,
Choosing to take every step along the way.
I do believe in fate and destiny.
But I also believe that we are only destined to do things that we'd choose anyway.
And I'd choose you.
In a hundred lifetimes,
In a hundred worlds,
In any version of reality,
I'd find you and I'd choose you." I said looking directly in his eyes.
He turned around to me me and hugged me tight kissing my hair.
"And even though I'm unsure about most things in my life, I am certain that I love you and will continue to love you forever" I said kissing his heart over the fabric of his shirt.