So is baar ki apology hai...(Drishti said eating a bite)

Hmm??(i asked as I didn't hear her clearly)

Nahi!! Kneel down , Cheek kiss , Gajra , our first intimate , ab dinner... Sahi me soch soch ke gifts dete ho aap...So what next?? (she explained and took another bite)

Mere sorry bolne ka tareeka hi yeh hai..(i said )

Aapko pata hai Mom kehti thi , Sorry nahi bolo unless and until you are sure ki woh baat repeat nahi hogi... Nahi toh aapke sorry ki kadar nahi rehti , SORRY is a powerful word...(she said and i frowned)

Or tu yeh mujhe kyu bhata rahi hai??

I thought aapko pata hona chahiye...(She said and shoved another bite in her mouth)

She is so smart in choosing her words , and knows the trick of telling important and harsh thing , in delicate tone with the sweet smile of hers which wouldn't let her be on the wrong end... Gradually yet slowly i am meeting Her actal side which I would mention as "Mr. Shikhar Roy's eldest daughter, Drishti Shikhar Roy"...

After silence...

Drishti! Wese tu breakfast se kyu bhaagi thi ese??

Me bhaagi nahi thi..

Haa joh bhi , kyu uthi thi?

Woh aapki hicki *tch bruise dekh liya tha isliye..

Use pehle Manya ne tere kaan me kuch bola thana... (i said and she nodded) kya bola tha?? (And shd took a few seconds)

Woh chida rahi thii boli , "Bhabhi , suna tha ladhai ke baad husband wife ke bich me joh moments hote hai woh bohot intence hote hai , aaj dekh bhi liya.."

Kya matlab??(i asked )

Mene bhi yahi poocha , toh kehti haii "Dada ki gardan par kuch haii dekho shaayad yaad aajaye" (she said)

Manya she have growned , I remember when her hole hand was only able to grab my one finger and she walked in her amazing penguin style , with her two little ponytails bouncing... That view crosses my mind instantly...

She used to call me "Bhu" as bhuvan was difficult for her to say and slowly she started calling me dada and  when she was angry she would call ne Bhuvan...

She never liked Maya , actually none of my family members liked her just for my sake and happiness they would entertain her... I remember Manya saying me that Maya made a wired face when she met her for the very first time and after that Manya never met her or would leave where Maya was...

Manya has always been on a heavier side just abit... you won't call her fat but she was kind of thick in typical youth language... she was always insecured about it, but Tripti made her fall in love with herself... Tripti being a fashion designer herself made her realise that clothes should be chosen according to ones body type and shape, but Maya's that one look made her conscious about herself...

But , with Drishti she never complained like this... Manya loves and adores Drishti... From day 1 she loves her... Even when Drishti sent us from her house when i went to take her and got to know about her relationship, even then Manya was on Drishti's side she fought with me...

Bhuvan kaha kho gaye???(Drishti shook me)

Huh ?? Kuch nahi... ( i shook my head)

Aap 5 mint ke liye zone out ho gaye the...(she said)

Manya loves you...(i said out of the blue)

I love her too...(she kept her hand on mine)

Tera bhaii meri behen ko kabhi hurt nahi karegana ? Physically mentally emotionally kese bhi...(i said and i kept my other hand on hers so her hand would he in betwee both of mine and hurt flickered in her eyes but she gave a smile)

Kabhi nahi karega, mujhe bharosa hai uspar... uski aankho me mene woh pyaar dekha haii joh aapne Aman bhaiya ki aankhon me Tripti bhabhi ke liye dekha hoga...  Woh Manya se be-intehaa-mohabbat karta hai... Agar poori duniya ek taraf hogi or Manya ek tarf hogi me aapko likhke de sakti huu , he will choose Manya ... or Drishti ne kabhi galat analysis kiye nahi hai Mr. Bam...(she keeping her other hand on mine )

Thank you...(i said and she smiled , All you could see was truth in her eyes)

Wese tu kya bol rahi thi??(i said)

Kuch nahii...(she said taking her hands back)

Bhata jaldi... (i said and she shook her head )

Acha phir kya hua? Manya ne tujhe bhataya...(i said)

Phir mene dekha aapke bruise tha... I thought ki aap gusse me the or aap jahi or chale gaye...(she didn't said that clearly but i knew what she meant)

Tu mujhe trust nahi karti??( i asked)

Karti huu but tab nahi jab aap gusse me ho..(she said looking straight in my eyes)

Hmmm.. true, tab mujhe bhi nahi pata chalta me kya karta huu..(I said but she just shook her head)

Me mazzak nahi kar rahi Bhuvan...

Me bhi nahii...

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Drishti ! what about a dance??(i said forwarding my hand as she was enjoying her red wine while looking at the musicians playing sensual music on violin)

Bhuvan koi nahi kar raha ... (she gave excuse)

Tohh??(i said)

Toh acha nahi lagta , sab apan ko hi dekhenge...

Let them see what is mine..(i said and smirked she blushed and looked away , i took in my last sip of scotch)

Drishti!!(i said and she put her hands in mine and i took her towards the space which was enough for us to dance)

And my hand went around her waist , reaching to the other hand, and hers came around my neck from one side to other and our other hands intertwined together... Just an inch between our chests to connect... We swayed non stop looking in each other's eyes...

Her eyes soft and gentle stared into mine with the love they have ... She moved the way i wanted her too move... She trusted me with every step i made her do... While dancing she was holly dependent on me , as if she have surrendered herself to me...

The way she said "I trust you" showed how much she trusted me... When she said she loves me in front of Eiffel Tower, i felt good and special... but i didn't wanted her to raise falls hope, i am not in love with her but i do like her... so I remained quite at that time...

We kept on dancing slowly other couples joined us...

And Drishti's back was against my front and i bent down to whisper in her ears...

Drishti!!(i whispered)

Hmm...(she hummed)

Dont you think , Drishti should get some punishment for doubting your husband...(i whispered )

Koi bhi karta ese toh...(she said in her defence but her voice sounded defeated)

Par TUNE kiya.... And now Drishti lets go home...(i said and left her)

No ,na Bhuvan...(She said so Sweetly , holding my hand)

Hmm??

Umm aap gussa ho??( she said as we started walking)

Kyu kya kiya tune??

Aap par shak... (she said looking away)

Haa boora laga mujhe , but thik haii... wese mujhe maafi mili??(i asked)

Aapko pehle hi mil gayi thi...(she said and i frowned)

Kabb??

Jab aap bole ki aapko time chahiye thoda... adjust hone me...(she said)

Adjust nahii!! Mene yeh nahi kaha... i meant mujhe thoda time chahiye taaki me - me - (I wasn't able to search for the exact words)

Adjust (she said)

Nahi set ho sakuu...

Bhuvan they are one and the same thing... kaan ese pakdo yaa ese baat ek hi haii... (she said using a typical Indian example )

Bilkul nahi bohot difference haii... agar is haath se yeh kaan pakdogi (i said holding my left ear with my tight hand) tumhara haath dukh jaayega... but agar is haath se yeh kaan pakdogi(i said holding my right ear with my right hand) tum jyaada der pakad sakti ho...(i explained)

Or wese hii, Adjust hone me that would mean ki me zabaradasti adjust hounga... but SET hone me , me apme aapko sahi karunga ....(i said and the smile that came on her face was the bestttt)

Thank you...(she said and her hands went around my neck and she hugged me , and i felt something wired aa if my stomach churned )

To be continued