Rakshit's POV

What time is it? It's been 6.30 p.m. since the tenth time I had a look at my watch. Why isn't the time passing? The party started around 6 p.m. but we had previously decided to attend it around 7p.m., so that we aren't the firstcomers. But now I regretted the decision. Had I called the staff earlier, Mrs Shergill would he here by now and I would have being spared from Mr Singhaniya's company.

Mrs Shergill had sent my clothes with Mr Singhaniya's driver and I was all ready for the party. The guests were arriving slowly as the party was just starting. Mr Singhaniya kept introducing me to the guests, not leaving me alone even for five minutes. The only time being when he went for change, that too after his wife insisted that his son will make sure I am not left alone to be bored. Had he started liking me suddenly? Who knows!! His son was bearable though. We were almost of the same age and hit off immediately.

What time is it again? What is taking them....fine her so much time. Was I getting desperate to see her? No!...shit! Yes I was. It would be nice to spend time with her, now that we were tension free. I haven't even thanked her for the wonderful presentation.

What time is it again? This bloody watch just doesn't move ahead. Okay may be I was glancing at my watch a bit too much because Mr devil was watching me minutely. I thought he would say something, but to my astonishment he just smiled.

Finally I saw the staff entering the gates. But still couldn't see her. She was behind them and I could only see her face. Finally when they entered the gate I could hear my heartbeats increasing. Wait did it increase or did it skip a beat. I don't know what happened but my eyes were looking at the most beautiful woman. I was soon surrounded by my staff, but I still kept glancing at her secretly.

Why am I stealing glances... acting like I am having an affair? Stupid Rakshit!! She is my wife and deserves to be recognized as it. So the moment Mrs Shergill came near me I put my hand around her waist, pulling her closer. Before she could protest I started leading her towards Mr Singhaniya's direction.

I could see the astonished look on Mr Singhaniya's face. His eyes widened more as his eyes went on my hand which was placed around Mrs Shergill's waist. He kept looking at us, his mouth wide open as we reached near him and Mrs Singhaniya.

"Mr and Mrs. Singhaniya please meet my wife Mrs. Drishti Rakshit Shergill."

" Wow what a pretty lady. Look at her. You are carrying this simple black saree with such a poise. Look around, and you will find everyone with tons of makeup and jewellery clad in a western dress. I never knew just a plain saree and mangalsutra can look so elegant. Kitni pyaari lag rahi hai, hai na ji?" Mrs Singhaniya sounded genuine as she talked to her husband praising Mrs Shergill.

Truth be told, she voiced what my heart was saying from the moment I saw her in that saree. I had expected to see her in the dress she had bought, but was pleasantly surprised to find her in a saree. I am glad she changed her mind. Not that she doesn't look good in western outfits, but saree really multiplies her beauty a thousand times. She was standing out in this crowd of ladies wearing short dresses and full make up.

She hardly had any makeup on. I am sure she must have put on some concealer thanks to the marks given by me, and I could see her lips shining, so some lipgloss. But that was it. My wife doesn't need any makeup anyways. She had left her hair open and they were tickling my hand which was behind her back. I could see some pink colour on her cheeks as she blushed on being praised. Beautiful!!

" Well I don't know much about attire and stuff...woh to aapka department hai Mrsji.... but one thing I know is that she definitely has good brains. She is the star presenter of the day. It was her presentation that made me finalize their company for merger."

I must be dreaming. Mr devil was praising my wife!! His smile reaching his ears. He came forward and placed his hand on her head like some fatherly figure would.

" I hope you know Shergills are still a position below us. In case this husband of yours doesn't know how to utilize your potential, you know you have an uncle here who would take care of you, right!!"

And Mr devil was back.

" Oh shut up ji!! They look newly married. Stop playing the devil. I am sure my son here will take good care of his wife. Come beta, these men and their business talks will never end ."

I was glad that Mrs Singhaniya whisked Mrs Shergill away before the devil managed to put some stupid ideas into my wife's head.

Rest of the evening was spent laughing and chatting with Mr Singhaniya and his family and friends. Mrs Shergill looked quite happy as she interacted with Mr Singhaniya's wife and daughter in law. Our eyes meeting more than often especially when Mr Singhaniya would hand me a glass of drink. I hope she isn't keeping a count of how much I am drinking.

After a while I felt light headed as I finished my fifth glass of drink. One more and I may not be able to hold it. So I kept rejecting to drink any further, especially after I had seen Mrs Shergill give me a pointed look as I was having the last glass.

Party got over around midnight and we headed back to hotel. Staff had already left. The moment I got down from the car Mrs Shergill held my hand as if helping me to stand straight. Does she think I am drunk? I am perfectly in my senses, but she doesn't know that. Let's have some fun.

The moment we entered the lift I pretended to fall on her. In order to support my weight she hugged me. I pulled her more towards me. I am loving this!

An elderly couple entered the lift on first floor, but Mrs Shergill didn't make any attempt to leave me, obviously thinking I am drunk. Even I continued staying in her embrace. Who cares what others think. I missed her the whole day.

Drishti's POV

Why did he have to drink so much? He can hardly stand straight. It was so embarrassing when the elderly couple stood at the extreme corner of the lift thinking we were making out. On the other hand Mr Shergill kept tightening his arms around me. Why was the lift taking forever to reach our floor. Finally when our floor arrived I almost ran out, dragging Mr Shergill with me. I am sure the couple must have felt relived now that we were out.

As I stood outside our room looking for keys inside my purse Mr Shergill was back hugging me and nuzzling into my neck. He was humming a song even.

Now I was getting scared. I have never been with a drunkard before. The only experience I had was from watching movies. Does that mean he is going to keep babbling till he passes out? What else will he do? Throw and break things? What should I do now?

Just as I was thinking of what to do, Mr Shergill took my hands into his and started pulling me in different directions as if dancing. He was humming 'tum pass aaye yun muskuraye...tumne na jaane kya sapne dikhaye..."

" Mr Shergill...chaliye room me chalte hai."

" Kya baat hai Mrs Shergill...aaise toh bada sharmati ho...ab direct room me jaana hai...chalo chalo jaldi!"

He dragged me into the room, humming another song...'hum tum ek kamare me band ho'

He has really lost it today. I turned around to put the key...

"PLOP!!!"

Oh my! Did he fall down?

I hurried to put in the key card so that the lights could be switched on. I ran to see what had happened...

There he was.. lying on the couch, on his stomach, his face on a pillow and rest pillows lying on the floor.

I went and sat on the table in front of the sofa. I sighed and removed a strand of hair which was kissing his eyes. He stirred slightly only to snore the very next second. Thankfully Mr Shergill slept without breaking anything or doing something stupid.

What a eventful day it had been!!