'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 :
After the conversation with Shivay, Ishan’s mind was clearer, he finally knew what to do next. But his silence lingered. Not the usual kind, but a silence that felt heavier, almost deafening , strange, unfamiliar, and unsettling.
When he returned from the office, the first thing he noticed was a woman in her late twenties sitting stiffly on the couch, arms crossed over her chest, her expression anything but welcoming. Ishan glanced around, spotting his mother standing by one of the pillars. He raised a questioning brow, and in response, she simply lifted both hands in surrender. That was all it took for Ishan to realize, this was going to be difficult.
Around Aadhriti, Ishan often lost control of his emotions. But he also knew how to gather himself before facing his family. He never wanted to burden them with his pain. He never shared anything not with his parents, not with his siblings. Only with his grandparents.
The two people who weren’t just his elders but his best friends. The ones who had been taken from him too soon. His grandfather used to joke that middle children are often overlooked neither the pride of being the firstborn nor the affection reserved for the youngest. So, he and Ishan’s grandmother made it their mission to shower him with all the extra love and care he might miss out on.
Ishan took a step toward the hall, ready to speak, but just as he opened his mouth, a voice from the doorway froze him in place.
“Aaru,” Agastya said, his tone soft, but his urgency unmistakable.
Yes, the woman sitting on the couch was none other than Aaradhna Agastya Oberoi, Agastya Oberoi’s wife, Ishan’s sister-in-law, and the elder daughter-in-law of the Oberoi family.
Aaradhna had been away at her mother’s house for nearly four months. Her mother had been diagnosed with a serious spinal issue, a herniated disc and was prescribed complete bed rest. Aaradhna had stayed back to care for her during recovery. She wasn’t supposed to return until next week, and even then, only because she found out about Ishan’s engagement.
Agastya instinctively rushed forward to embrace his wife, his arms already lifting desperate for comfort, for reunion but he stopped in his tracks the moment she raised her hand, palm out in the air. A clear gesture to not come any closer.
Her voice was steady but held the weight of restrained disappointment. “Mujhe kab batane wale the aap sab log?”
(When were you all planning to tell me?)
Ishan blinked, momentarily thrown off. “Lekin kya, bhabhi?” he asked, confused almost forgetting that in just three days, he was supposed to get engaged. Of course. That’s why Aaradhna was upset. Nobody had informed her. And Ishita, she must’ve told her.
