'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...
I would like to mention that this chapter includes a spiritual tale, which I’ve used to enhance the emotional depth and essence of the story. I sincerely apologize in advance if any part of it feels inaccurate or causes, unintended hurt. My intention is purely to add meaning, not to offend.
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AADHRITI'S POV :
“Chand se bhi zyada khubsurat aankhein hain unki. Aur ek woh hain jo unn nazaron ko utha kar humein dekhne ka takalluf tak nahi karte,” I smiled at my own thoughts.
(His eyes are more beautiful than the moon. And yet, he doesn’t even bother to lift those eyes to look at me.)
I walked over to the window of my room and perched myself on the sill, gazing up at the moon.
Why does he look so sad? I just can’t bear to see him like that. He’s even hurt, his hand was injured. He looks so beautiful when he smiles... why doesn’t he smile anymore?
Closing my eyes, I let the moonlight wash over me as I softly began to hum:
“Aaja piya tohe pyaar du, Gori baiyan toh pe vaar du…”
I opened my eyes again, and all I could see was his face, his sadness etched so deeply in it. A lone tear escaped down my cheek as I continued humming:
“Kis liye tu itna udaas, Sookhe sookhe hoth, aankhon mein pyaas... Kis liye… kis liye…”
A faint smile tugged at my lips as memories of the moments we had shared flashed before my eyes. With a heart aching and full, I kept singing:
“Aaja piya tohe pyaar du, Gori baiyan toh pe vaar du…”
“Kis liye tu itna udaas, Sookhe sookhe hoth, aankhon mein pyaas… Kis liye… kis liye…”
I closed my eyes again, imagining him walking in through the door, wrapping his arms around me, silently answering all the questions my heart never stopped asking.
I stayed there by the window a little longer, wrapped in the warmth of memories and moonlight, before quietly making my way back to bed.
🌷
“Var ki behn ab gathbandhan kijiye,” Pandit ji instructed.
