Drishti:

Looking between the bundle of clothes I would wear at home and those I wore outside, I completely ignored Rakshit who stood frustrated near me.

I had always wanted to style myself the way I wanted but Rohan never gave me a chance to. Rohan wasn't a bad person, he was close to me, so close that some rumors spread stating that we were dating.

But he was controlling when it came to my food, clothes, and my career. Honestly I had no problem with it because I owed half my success to him. He had always managed me so good. Just the fact that my decisions were mever my own and I couldn't fight back was getting the best of my happiness.

In the industry people considered both of us to be equally talented and loved us, but they couldn't just give both of us the lead roles right?

As for our fans, some loved me more, some loved Divya more. We had to behave sweetly to each other in front of press and outside our house so that people would never get to know about our hatred.

Living under the same roof was difficult, even if we tried our best not see each other.

"You know we have a flight to catch early in the morning, right?" Said Rakshit.

"I know but I couldn't help it" I looked at all the clothes and sighed. "I think I can't handle this" I swear I was going to cry.

"These are Just Clothes Mrs. Shergill! Why do you have to be so dramatic?"

"Just Clothes!" I yelled at him which made hid eyes go wide in horror. "I told you how important my media image is for me. I swear if Divya gets the best clicks I'll- I'll- I" I thought about what should I do for a brief second before looking him straight into the eye "I'll divorce you" I smiled

"Ok then. I'll get the papers ready" He crossed his arms across his chest and leaned against the wall, also dared to smile at me with the same intensity.

"Then get them ready!" I glared at him.

"Are you always this dramatic?"

"Um, yes" I giggled and turned around to pick the clothes when I heard him say.

"Oh gosh why did I get the defected piece?"

"Same here. I got the defected brother"

He gritted his teeth in anger. Seconds later I felt his hands brush against my waist before landing on the furniture in front of me. He took a step forward which made his chest touch my back.

"Dri-" he stopped and the next thing that came out of his mouth was low growls of anger.

I was dead.

"Um, I want to use the washroom" I offered him a nervous laugh and tried to get away from him but his hands didn't budge. "Could you move these?" I ran my fingers on his exposed arms. He had rolled his sleeves up which made his workout noticable. And I swear I just saw a vein popping out in anger.

I put my finger on that vein and caressed it slowly. "Woah" I sounded enchanted by what I just saw even if I knew we all had veins.

I turned my head back at him and rested my back against his chest more comfortably. When I saw his face I wondered how his hands were able to not kill me that very second.

"You should try modeling. Girls are going to love you" I offered him my biggest smile which was treated by a deadly glare that made my smile drop. "Yeah The washroom"

I tried kneeling down to run away from him but he held my arms before I could even put my thoughts into action. My eyes were still looking into his as a nervous smile covered my lips. "The best husband ever!"

"Listen to me you fool" he managed to murder my nervous smile too. "I know I had told you this before but I'll be repeating it since you don't seem to listen to me" I nodded my head and looked towards the clothes in front of to avoid Rakshit. "Whatever you do, don't ever fucking compare me to that man. I'm far better than him. But if you want to assume he is better then I have no problem being the absolute worst for you. You get that?"

I nodded hastily but didn't dare to look at him. Soon he left my shoulders which slightly pained because of his angry hold, but he didn't move a bit from his place. Instead he leaned in closer to my ear and whispered "Now pick whatever you want to. The flight is not an auto that it will stop in front of our house and honk at us to get out"

I nodded again and hurriedly collected the clothes I've always wanted to wear. Wow he made it fast.

"If you wanted to be threatened to pick faster you could've told me. I would have loved to yell at you" Asshole.

"Don't be rude" I complained while holding the clothes in my hand and turned around. "Now take these, put them on the bed and select the best ones for me" I threw the clothes at him and walked victoriously towards the bed.

"Am I your-"

"Husband. You are my husband and you could help me. Thanks" I smiled as I sat down on the bed and watched him come with the bundle of clothes in his hands.

"I swear if you weren't disturbing my sleep I wouldn't have offered you any help" he sighed and threw the clothes on top of me. "Oops!"

"God Mr. Shergill you create such a mess!"

"Yeah I know" he shrugged and looked at the clothes. "We are going for a week, not a month"

"We are sitting to pick a few from them, remember? Gosh who even gave you a degree. You're dumb"

"You're dumber!"

"You're dumbest!"

"Fighting to you seems pointless. Now hurry up and choose"