Her sobbing didn't stop, even on his continous questions and attempts to make her stop. His grandma and brother saw his anger on getting any response from their side.

"I asked why is she crying?" The warning in his tone wasn't unnoticed by them as he rubbed her back and hairs to calm her down.

"Rakshit" she cried holding his shirt from the shoulders which angered him once again. His wife was crying and nobody was telling him what happened.

"I asked you something, didn't I?" Looking at them once again he asked the same question with a more threatening tone.

"She met Vishal, the producer her mother tried to make her-" Romi stopped before he could complete the sentence but Rakshit didn't understand the situation.

"To make her what?" The tone wasn't a soft one, the harshness that dripped from his mouth made Drishti shiver in fear. She was already stressed and now he was being angry, and she felt scared if someone got angry near her.

That day Vishal had come to offer her a film and in the mean time reminded her of her mother's offer and asked which producer she had to deal with to get break in the film industry.

As easy as it seems, not all film stars get into movies by these stuffs.

Those who have reached their by their own hard work, on hearing such words their hearts too feel pain.

More to that Vishal dared offer her the movie in exchange of that and as he tried making a move she ran away, not knowing that he will try something yet again.

"Rakshit, calm down. You should make her comfortable first. She's been crying for about an hour now. Consoling her without you wasn't easy" dadi said.

As much Rakshit got triggered seeing his wife in that state, he respected his dadi so agreed to her and picked Drishti in his arms.

"I'm taking her to our room. Romi, please get her something Chinese and a belgium choco crunch ice cream" telling Romi what to bring for her, he walked out of dadi's room.

As they reached their room he put her on the bed and sat down on the floor beside her. His knees hurt from the hard floor but all he cared was for his happiness that was her. He had come with the expectation of seeing that same tender smile but the site crashed his heart.

"Hey, Drishti, look at me" cupping her face he wiped her tears with his thumb as she cried holding his arms.

"Mr. Shergill" she whispered

"Its okay, I'm here" a gentle contact of his lips and her forehead made her calm. The sobbing seemed to recede as he ensured her everything was okay and moved her hairs from her forehead by the misty touch of his fingertips.

He didn't want to ask her what had happened, she had just calmed down and if he asked her what happened, maybe she would start crying once again.

Some things hurt deeper than one can ever think.

It was all her hardwork and practice but what Vishal saw was a girl ready to sleep with any man for a role.

That's wasn't true. Yes there are people who have done this but just because of those should one disrespect those who actually struggled to get there?

And when your hardwork remains unnoticed, it hurts like shit. Some might show it while others don't.

But it does hurt.

On the sets of that movie where she met him she stayed strong and didn't let anyone know she was crying inside. And on coming back home, she knew she was safe and could pour all her feelings out.

This is what should be done. Never cry in front of the world because there are people out there who are evaluating your weakness and one day they would use it against you.

Why provide them with what they want?

Share your sorrow with those whom you trust, whom you love and who truly love you back. Because they would never think of hurting you.

"You came" she whispered. This time that sentence didn't show her excitement but conveyed that feeling of safety and calmness that she felt.

"Afterall how could I let Rakshit Shergill Supremacy down?" He kissed her nose as she smiled and rested her hands on his arms. His hands still held her face with all the delicacy and love he felt for her.

"Rakshit, Drishti?" Romi knocked on the door holding a tray of the food Rakshit asked him to bring in one of his hands.

Rakshit blinked his eyes at him as if asking him to come and sat behind Drishti on the bed. She leaned on his chest as he held her in his embrace and kissed her hairs.

"Here's the food you asked for" keeping the tray on the bed he ssat in front of them and watched them sitting still. Nobody was willing to talk.

But to lighten the situation Romi knew thay conversation was necessary.

"So, you eating this or should I have everything on this tray?"

"What? No!" Drishti yelled before snatching the bowl of noodles from his hand and taking it in her lap.

"Hey! That's mean. Sharing is caring" Romi complained.

"And taking my food is a noble deed?" She had a point. Food stealing should be a legal crime. A punishable offense.

"Yeah, that's rude" Rakshit smiled taking one of her hands in his and watching her eat.

"Excuse me? You are rude. Romi is sweet" she shrugged her shoulders making the brothers smile "but greedy. You know he drank my juice at night. I was about to file an FIR against him"

As childish as she sounded, when it came to food her mood always took a sharp turn.

"That's mean. How dare you drink my wife's juice?" Rakshit smiled while caressing her head, gently moving his hand on her head in a backward slow motion as if commbing it with his palm.

"And he even ate my chips. You know he promised me that he would get me everything I wanted then stole everything he got!" Pushing the fork in her mouth she chewed the noodles slowly so that they lasted longer.

"That's even worse. He definitely deserves to be in jail for this"

"One hundred percent"

"Yeah as you say" Romi giggled on hearing her complaints.

It was a matter of a few minutes that she finished her food and dozed off to sleep in the same position, crying for too long hd drained her energy.

As she slept Romi explained to Rakshit what had happened. Rakshit's heart clenched hearing the incident but for now comforting her was his only priority.

"I must go. Good night" Romi said hesitantly and stood up to leave. Keeping a hand on Drishti's head he smiled before admiring the two of them.

As he was about to leave Rakshit caught his hand which was not expected by him. He looked at him with amazement written all over his face.

"Thanks" Rakshit confessed hesitantly.

"Its okay" Romi smiled. As he looked at two he laughed and his muffled laughter made Rakshit question him what it was. "Nothing much. Just remembered the day I came home crying when Arun and his friends beat me up"

Rakshit remembered the incident and a laugh escaped his lips too "And when I asked you what happened you were complaining about them. I saw your wounds and the anger I felt! WoahA"

"You got so angry that you went to fight with them. And returned home with your shorts torn" Romi laughed as Rakshit bowed his head in embarrassment

"But at night you made me sleep the same way, remember?" There was softness in Romi's tone which made Rakshit look at him. Seeing Romi smile, Rakshit felt like he was his same brother who once was inseparable from him. "You brought me food"

"Mexican and Indian" Rakshit corrected

"You still remember?" Romi sighed

"Yeah" Rakshit said in a whisper. For a few moments the two brothers kept looking at each other as all the childhood memeories came to their minds slowly and gradually.

They were inseparable but work and success tore them apart. Rakshit was at fault leaving his younger brother alone when he needed him but Romi should have tried once to tell him how he felt when his elder brother started being absent in his life.

"I should go, you rest" Romi turned away to hide his tears from Rakshit, unknown to the fact that his weren't the only eyes that were moist.

As he reached near the door, his brother's voice stopped him again "Good night" he said "Rom"

Rom the name he called him with when they were children. And that name still shook Romi's heart like he knew everything was okay as long as his brother was there for him.

"Good night" Romi said without turning back "bhai" he left

Bhai the word Rakshit hadn't heard in ages.

And suddenly everything seemed so beautiful like nothing was ever wrong between them.