'Ishan Oberoi' - The name that echoes success, power, and resilience. A rising billionaire who carved his empire with his own hands, refusing to ride on his father's wealth. Yet, he never turned his back on his responsibilities as a son. Balancing h...
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AADHRITI'S POV :
“Mumma, please let me go naa!” I cried like a child, my voice laced with frustration as I stood before my mother. She wasn't letting me go to the market, and her unyielding stance had been the same for the past hour.
“Aadhriti, beta, understand that your brother isn’t free. He can’t accompany you, and I cannot let you go alone,” she reasoned, her voice firm yet gentle.
I groaned inwardly. After breakfast, when I went to change into something traditional, I realized I had forgotten a few pairs of earrings and some other belongings that I would need. I wasn’t usually careless, but my excitement over Bhai’s and my best friend’s wedding had clouded my mind. Add to that the exhaustion from my flight to India two days ago, and it made sense why I hadn’t double-checked my luggage.
Spending time with Bhai had completely pushed the thought out of my mind until Tanya walked into my room, reminding me about tonight’s dinner plan. That was when it hit me.
“Mumma, when did I say Bhai has to be troubled? I can go by myself,” I pleaded again, desperation creeping into my voice.
She shook her head, reaching out to pat my cheek. “Beta, you’re not familiar with this city.”
I let out an exasperated sigh. “Mumma, you’re forgetting that your daughter survived in Australia for seven years, a whole different country. This is just a city,” I argued, hoping logic would sway her.
But her expression remained unwavering. “Aadhriti, this isn’t Australia, and you are not going alone. That’s final.”
Disappointment sank deep into my chest. I needed those things. I had envisioned exactly how I wanted to look for the wedding events, and without them, it wouldn’t feel the same.
I was about to give up and return to my room when she suddenly sighed her gaze drifting to my back and her eyes flickering with an idea as she noticed something or someone.
“Ishan beta, idhar aao,” she called out.
My heart skipped a beat. Ishan? Why was she calling him now?
I turned around, my breath hitching as I saw him approaching. His expression was a mix of amusement and surprise. “Ji, aunty?” he responded politely.
My mother smiled at him before asking, “Beta, if you’re free now and if you don’t have any problem, can you take Aadhriti shopping?”
My eyes widened in shock. With him? Alone? After seven years? Without any explanation, without any confrontation?
