Chapter 68 Don’t Touch What’s Mine
Meanwhile, Samar stands up, takes my hand, and says with a smile, “Come on, enjoy a bit. What’s the point of just sitting?” He leads me to a side area, where photographers immediately begin clicking our pictures, lights flashing all around.
I smile again, but my joy isn’t complete. My eyes keep glancing toward Shorya, who isn’t even looking at Neeti. Neeti is hurt, though she says nothing. The distance between her and Shorya grows painfully.
On the other side, Ruhi, Karan, and Riya are at a counter. Ruhi is fully immersed in her plate of paneer tikka, eating with pure devotion.
From a distance, Rohit watches her and chuckles softly to himself, “This girl..! food is the only thing on her mind…”
Suddenly, Sunaina enters the party, walking confidently straight toward Rohit. Without hesitation, she hugs him. Rohit looks uncomfortable but doesn’t say anything.
Shorya notices Sunaina and immediately looks away, completely ignoring her. Neeti is stunned by the sight. Everyone turns to look at Ruhi, who is still focused on her food.
Neeti mutters under her breath, “Someone will take her love away, and this foodie won’t even notice!”
The truth is, Shorya knows Sunaina and Rohit are dating. He has even warned Rohit to stay away from her. Rohit, out of respect for Shorya, starts distancing himself from Sunaina. But Sunaina isn’t ready to let go.
Meanwhile, Karan and Riya are lost in their own little world, laughing, chatting, sharing smiles. Anyone watching them assumes they are definitely lovebirds.
In the midst of it all, Rimjhim sits quietly, lost in thought. Her mind is troubled, her heart restless. She can only think of Vihan.
Suddenly, she stands up and walks away, heading in the same direction Vihan has gone, without telling anyone.
The party is lively, everyone too busy to notice except Samar. Wherever Samar goes, his eyes are always alert. Every corner, every person, he notices everything. His bodyguards are aware too. Samar never misses a movement, especially of someone he cares about. And now his eyes are on Rimjhim.
Rimjhim, carefully managing her dress and balancing on heels, makes her way to another section of the party.
She reaches a serene balcony area, beautifully decorated with numerous plants. Her eyes soon land on a white rose plant, and a gentle, innocent smile appears on her face. She extends her hand to touch the delicate flower, but before her fingers can reach it, someone suddenly grabs her hand tightly.
Startled, Rimjhim looks up, it is Drishti. Drishti stares coldly at her and snaps, “Stay away. Everything here has been arranged to welcome me. No one else has permission to touch it.”
Rimjhim feels a sharp pain shoot through her hand due to Drishti’s tight grip. Suddenly, Drishti yanks her hand away, and Rimjhim stumbles backward, her hand brushing against a thorny plant.
“Ahhhhh!” Rimjhim gasps in pain, tears welling up in her eyes as blood trickles from her hand.
Drishti smirks wickedly and says with icy calm, “Remember, if you ever try to touch what’s mine again, you’ll feel pain just like this.”
Rimjhim, with teary eyes and visible pain, asks softly, “Why are you doing this?"
Drishti’s expression turns furious. She storms behind Rimjhim, grabs her hair tightly, and hisses, “Stay away from Vihan. He’s mine. Until I’ve spent quality time with him again, he belongs to me. After that, you can have him.”
As Drishti finishes her venomous words, a sharp slap echoes in the air. Her head whips to the side—Samar stands there, fists clenched, fury in his eyes.
He immediately steps in front of Rimjhim, shielding her, and says with steel in his voice, “Seems like you’ve forgotten everything that happened last time, Drishti.”
Drishti, seething, spits out his name, “Samar Rajput!”
Samar coldly responds, “Watch your tone. Stay away from my family.”
Drishti scoffs, “Family? Don’t forget, you’re just a stepbrother.”
Samar’s anger peaks. He grabs her jaw and stares deep into her eyes. “Yes, I’m a stepbrother. But Vihan is my brother. As long as I’m around, you’ll never reach him.”
With that, he shoves her hand away and turns to Rimjhim. Holding her gently, he asks, “Why are you here?”
Through tears, Rimjhim replies, “I was looking for Vihan ji.”
Samar points behind him. “There. Your husband.”
Rimjhim looks and sees Vihan standing at the edge of the balcony, unaware of the drama unfolding. Without a second thought, she rushes to him and hugs him tightly from behind.
Samar looks on, surprised, then turns away, but not before noticing Rimjhim’s tear-streaked face.
Vihan feels her hug and asks in concern, “What happened?”
Rimjhim, her face buried in his chest, sobs, “Where did you go? I’ve been looking for you everywhere.”
Vihan gently holds her and says, “I was right here… just not feeling well. Let’s go home?”
She nods, still clinging to him. Vihan, visibly troubled, doesn’t question her further. He simply holds her close and leads her away.
Samar, watching from a distance, sighs and returns to me. Drishti composes herself and resumes mingling in the party as if nothing has happened.
Samar begins conversing with some female businesswomen, but his eyes soon catch sight of his adorable wife me, who is shooting daggers at him with my glare. He nervously swallows, realizing he is in trouble. I sit by a table, sulking and scrolling through my phone.
Meanwhile, Ruhi is quietly on her phone too, lost in thought, while Sunaina is dancing away on the floor.
Rohit, spotting Ruhi alone, approaches and sits beside her. “Hello?”
Ruhi doesn’t respond.
He tries again, “Ruhi…?”
Without saying a word, Ruhi stands up and walks away, leaving Rohit stunned. The girl who once never left his side has just walked off coldly.
Elsewhere, Karan is feeding Riya golgappas, enjoying their little moment. Suddenly, Riya flinches, “Ahh! That’s too spicy!”
Karan panics and quickly grabs an ice cream, handing it to her. Riya happily begins eating, her face lighting up.
Karan, meanwhile, is staring at her lovingly.
Riya notices and giggles, “Why are you staring at me like that?”
Karan smiles, “You’re just too cute… I can’t wait till we get married.”
Riya blushes, smiling shyly, her cheeks glowing with affection.
TO BE COUNTINUE...!!!