'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 :
"Aadhriti beta, there's a parcel for you," aunty, who works in our house called out, and I slowly got out of bed to go downstairs.
I was curled up in my blanket, my shoulder still aching from the aftermath of that so-called tetanus injection, when she called me.
"He tricked me into this," I muttered to myself, descending the stairs while gently holding my shoulder.
It was strange. I hadn't ordered anything, yet the parcel was in my name. I received it and went back to my room.
Opening the paper bag, I found a bunch of chocolates, a soothing balm, an ointment, some painkillers, and a sunflower tucked inside along with a note that read:
First of all, I know you're probably cursing me right now for tricking you into this, but trust me, it was for your own good.
Secondly, I knew you wouldn't take care of yourself, so I'm sending you a few essentials. And lastly, I'm sorry again for what happened in my office. I should've handled things better.
From,"Guess?" Hint: The flower in the packet.
A wide smile bloomed on my lips the moment I saw what was inside the packet. I didn't need to guess. I knew. It was him. Ishan.
Shan.
With a heart full of emotions I couldn't put into words, I quickly texted him a soft "thank you for everything," attaching a picture of the sunflower, his little hint. A gesture so simple, yet it held so much weight.
I smiled to myself, the memory from two weeks ago still etched in my mind, so vivid, so raw. That moment, that day, has been the only thing keeping me going since then. Without it... everything else has felt empty.
I've tried reaching out to him so many times. Countless calls, each one unanswered. Messages, left on read, or worse, not even seen. Not once did he acknowledge them. Not a single word in return.
It hurt. More than I ever thought it would.
All I wanted was a chance, a single moment to explain myself. To finish the conversation we'd left hanging in Jaipur. But fate, it seems, has other plans.
Today is New Year's Eve. There's a small gathering, a celebration at the Oberois' place. Nothing extravagant, just a quiet get-together between the Khannas and the Oberois. My father being his father's closest friend makes our presence at the party almost inevitable.
