'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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AUTHOR'S POV :
The soft golden light of the morning sun streamed through the tall windows, casting a gentle glow over the mansion. It bathed the furniture in warmth and shimmered off the polished floors as Aadhriti descended the staircase, her footsteps quiet but confident. Dressed in a simple pastel cord set, her hair freshly blow-dried and tucked behind her ears, she looked radiant fresh, calm, and ready for the day ahead.
“Good morning, Mumma. Good morning, Papa. Good morning, Bua,” she greeted warmly, her voice cheerful as she took her seat at the dining table.
“Good morning, beta,” they all replied in unison, their tones filled with affection.
It had been over a week since Anirudh and Tanya had left for their honeymoon, two days after their grand reception. Their departure had marked not just the beginning of their new life together, but the end of a long journey marked by love, insecurities, heartbreaks, and fierce resilience. After everything they had endured, they had finally found their forever.
And amidst all that celebration, another quiet milestone had passed, one that was equally important, if not more personal.
Aadhriti had finally told her family about her career, revealing her professional identity and the work she had poured her soul into. It hadn’t been planned. She hadn’t felt ready even then. But Anirudh and Tanya were leaving for their honeymoon, Sunny had a flight to catch, and she realized it was one of those rare moments when the whole family was together. She wasn’t sure when it would happen again. So she took the leap.
The moment had been overwhelming. Her parents had tears in their eyes, tears of pride. That image, of her father reaching across the table to embrace her in his arms, of her mother smiling with trembling lips, would stay with her forever. They hadn’t just accepted her truth. They had celebrated it.
Now, as breakfast unfolded in a comforting mix of aromas and family banter, everything felt a little brighter, a little more anchored.
“Itni shaadiyaan ho rahi hain aajkal Delhi mein, aur phir unki wajah se traffic bhi toh itna badh gaya hai,” Nehal complained, shaking her head as she flipped through the morning newspaper.
(There are so many weddings happening in Delhi these days, and because of them, the traffic has gotten so much worse.)
“Arey bhai, ab shadiyon ka season hai toh shaadiyaan toh hogi hi,” Abhay remarked with a light chuckle, lifting his cup of tea.
(Well, if it’s wedding season, weddings are bound to happen.)
“Shaadi se yaad aaya, aapko yaad hai na?” Pallavi said, her tone suddenly thoughtful as she looked at her husband.
(Speaking of weddings, you remember, don’t you?)
“Haan ji, yaad hai,” Abhay replied with a small, knowing smile.
