'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 :
“Yes—It’s a yes,” Ishan finally spoke, his voice steady after a few seconds of silence.
A wave of joy swept through the room. Sunaina and Pallavi squealed in delight, wrapping each other in a tight hug. Agastya and Ishita exchanged soft smiles and shared a gentle side hug, their happiness quiet but no less sincere.
Anirudh’s lips curved into a faint smile at Ishan’s reply, but his heart remained tethered to the one person who hadn’t spoken yet his sister. Her answer was the only one that truly mattered to him.
Because if Aadhriti said no, it wouldn’t matter how perfect Ishan was. Anirudh wouldn’t let her be pushed into something against her will.
Aadhriti’s eyes dropped to the floor, her fingers nervously brushing the edge of her dupatta. A shy smile flickered on her lips, almost imperceptible, but her silence spoke louder than words. The flutter in her stomach was overwhelming, it made her want to laugh, to dance, to cry. A thousand emotions tangled within her.
She was happy truly, deeply happy that Ishan had said yes. But beneath the joy was a current of fear. Leaving her family, her world, for a new life with him… it was a terrifying thought. A beautiful one, but terrifying nonetheless.
The older women in the room watched her with warm, knowing eyes. They had seen this before, felt it before. In Aadhriti’s hesitant expression, they saw glimpses of their own pasts, moments when love and fear had collided in the most delicate way.
Nehal rose slowly and walked over to Aadhriti. She sat beside her, fingers gently brushing through her hair, her voice low and kind. “Beta,” she said softly, “if you need more time, just say so. No one is forcing you to answer right now.”
Listening to her bua’s gentle words, Aadhriti couldn’t help but smile. “Haan, angel. Just tell your brother if you don’t want this,” Anirudh added, his voice calm but protective.
Aadhriti lowered her gaze, releasing a breath she hadn’t realized she’d been holding. Her eyes found her mother’s, and in that soft, reassuring smile, she felt grounded. A moment passed, and then she whispered, “I—I’m also ready.”
A wave of joy spread through the room. Smiles lit up every face as laughter echoed and sweets were exchanged in celebration.
Soon after, the pandit ji was called, and the date for the engagement was fixed, just three days later, at the end of the week.
The house buzzed with excitement. Everyone was swept up in the whirlwind of preparations and joy. Everyone, except Ishan.
He sat quietly, a gentle smile on his face, but his mind was far from still. He liked her, he knew that much. But did she feel the same? Or was her heart still tied to someone else? The question gnawed at him.
