'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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If you want to feel, how emotional and intense this chapter is, I would suggest you not to skip even a word. If you did, you might not get it.
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ISHAN’S POV:
The car came to a halt. I looked up at the building in front of me, Khanna Mansion.
“Remember, Ishan… you need to be in control. You can’t lose yourself like last time,” I reminded myself, taking a deep breath before stepping out of the car.
Her mother and father were standing at the gate, warmly welcoming the guests. Despite their kindness, I couldn’t bring myself to return the same warmth. We were among the first to arrive, thanks to my mom’s excitement. Sometimes, I feel like her friendship with Aunty is stronger than Dad’s friendship with Uncle.
I, Ishita, and Bhai greeted them and quietly excused ourselves, leaving the elders to talk. Bhai and I made our way to the party hall, while Ishita excitedly ran towards Tanya’s room.
The men were gathered in the lounge, drinking and discussing business. The women were busy gossiping about the decorations, the couple, the dresses, and everything in between.
And then, the lights dimmed slightly, and the bride and groom began to descend the grand staircase. The lights sparkled, poppers exploded, and music rose to welcome them. Everyone turned to look at the couple of the night, admiring, complimenting, whispering things I couldn’t care to hear.
They walked hand-in-hand to the center of the hall and took their seats on the ornately decorated stage.
Guests began lining up to meet them offering gifts, smiles, and blessings. One after another. But my eyes… my eyes betrayed me.
I tried to stay grounded, but found myself scanning the crowd, searching. My gaze restless, my heartbeat quicker than I liked.
“Where is she?” The words left my mouth before I could stop them.
“Do you care? Remember, we’re supposed to stay away from her.” A voice mocked me from the back of my mind.
“Haan, haan pata hai,” I thought, averting my gaze and grabbing a glass of water to busy myself with some of the business associates.
(Yes, yes, I know.)
But even as I forced a polite smile and nodded at conversations I wasn’t really a part of… My mind was still with her. And my gaze kept shifting back to the staircase.
“Fucking traitors.”
My mind cursed my eyes for betraying me again.
“Beta, zara dekh kar aana Aadhriti madam ka irada hai bhi aaj apne bhai ka wedding reception attend karne ka ya nahi,” her mother’s voice floated through the room, laced with subtle sarcasm that pulled a faint twitch at the corner of my lips.
