Rishabh Khurana was a successful businessman, known for his sharp mind and ruthless attitude. He was feared by many and loved by none. His rude and arrogant demeanor made it difficult for people to approach him, and his short temper was legendary.
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Aradhana's Pov
I woke up to the sound of chirping birds and rays of warm sunlight gently touching my face through the window. I couldn't help but feel a sense of peace. It was a beautiful morning, and for a moment, I forgot all my worries.
But then, as I looked around, I saw the blanket covering me, and all the memories from last night came rushing back. I felt a pang of sadness in my heart. I didn't want to cry, but it was hard not to. I knew I had to be strong.
I got out of bed and saw that he was not in the room. 'Thank God,' I thought to myself. I didn't want to face him after what happened last night. I stood up and went to the washroom to freshen up.
As I looked in the mirror, I saw that my eyes were puffy and red from crying. I took a deep breath and told myself to be strong. I washed my face and did my morning routine, trying to put on a brave face.
I decided to wear a red saree. It always made me feel confident and beautiful. I did my normal makeup and looked at myself in the mirror. I may have been sad on the inside, but on the outside, I looked composed.
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As I made my way downstairs and descended the stairs, I saw Granny sitting on the couch, reading her newspaper. She looked up and smiled at me, 'Aradhana beta, you woke up so early.'
I just nodded and bent down to take her blessing, a custom I had grown to love and cherish. My grandmother-in-law patted my head lovingly and said, 'Beta, you don't have to do this. You are like my own granddaughter; your place is in my heart, not at my feet.'
Her words touched my heart, and I felt a surge of warmth and happiness. I knew I was lucky to have such a loving and kind Granny.
'Okay, now that you wake up so early, we can do the ritual of your pehli rasoi,' my grandmother-in-law said, her eyes twinkling with excitement.
(Pehli rasoi, or the first kitchen ritual, was a tradition in our family where the new bride would cook a sweet dish for the family.)
Granny called Parvati, the caretaker, and asked her to take me to the kitchen and introduce me to the staff.
'Aradhana beta, you make a sweet dish, and the other staff members will take care of the rest of the breakfast,' Granny said.
I nodded eagerly, and Parvati Didi led me to the kitchen. As we entered, I saw a team of chefs and cooks busy preparing breakfast. They all greeted me with warm smiles, and Parvati Didi introduced me to each one of them.
