'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 :
Last night was unforgettable, every moment etched into my memory, except for the ending. The pain on his face was undeniable, raw and unguarded.
I let out a quiet sigh, my voice laced with reassurance. “Don’t worry, Mr. Arrogant Oberoi. Now that I’ve made up my mind, I’ll tell you everything soon.”
The soft, melodious jingle of my bangles filled the silence, a soothing rhythm against the chaos in my heart. With every slight movement, they whispered a song only I could hear, one of longing, hesitation, and an unspoken promise.
The gentle glow of the moon bathed his face when he asked if I would like to wear those bangles. My heart skipped a beat. I wanted to twirl, to dance in joy, but I held myself back in front of him.
Now, as I walked through the palace corridor, I couldn’t stop admiring my hands, adorned with the delicate ornaments. Dressed in a vibrant green Patiala suit, its golden-embroidered dupatta draping over my shoulders, I felt the excitement buzzing within me. Today was special—my brother’s and my best friend’s mehendi ceremony.
The evening sky had begun to dim, and the celebration was about to begin. The palace garden was set as the venue, and as I stepped in, my breath hitched at the sight before me.
Twinkling fairy lights wrapped around the trees, casting a soft, golden glow, making the whole place look like a dream. The air felt warm, welcoming, filled with love, laughter, and an unspoken promise of happiness. The wedding planner had truly done a brilliant job.
As I stood there, taking it all in, I felt a gentle touch on my shoulder. Turning around, I was met with the warmest smiles, my bua, my mother, and my father. My heart swelled.
I returned their smiles and immediately wrapped my arms around my mother. This moment, this closeness, felt surreal. Overwhelming, yet comforting.
"Where is Siddharth? Is he not coming?" Dad’s voice held mild concern.
I pulled away from the hug, rolling my eyes. "I have no idea about that idiot. He hasn't even spoken to me properly since the engagement. I doubt he’ll make it."
"Don't call him an idiot. He is your brother," Dad gently corrected me.
I huffed dramatically and turned to my bua. "Bua, look at Dad!"
As expected, she was my savior. Crossing her arms, she sided with me instantly. "Haan bhai, sahi toh keh rahi hai. Idiot hi toh hai woh!"
(Yes, brother, she’s right. He is an idiot!)
Dad sighed, shaking his head in disbelief at the two of us, while bua and I shared a victorious glance.
All this while, my mother simply watched us with an affectionate smile, her eyes brimming with warmth. Then, she stepped closer, gently brushing my hair aside. Taking a tiny smudge of kajal from the corner of her own eye, she dabbed it behind my ear, whispering, "Kisi ki buri nazar na lage."
