'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 returning to the house, Anirudh took Agastya, Aaradhna, and Tanya for a stroll through the village. The sun had mellowed into a golden glow, casting long shadows across the quiet lanes. Both couples walked hand in hand, soaking in the serenity of the place—so distant from the chaos of the bustling city. There was something oddly healing about the simplicity around them—the rustling of trees, the laughter of children echoing from afar, the faint scent of firewood in the air.
As twilight turned to dusk, they returned home, shared a warm dinner, and were about to retire to their rooms when Aaradhna suddenly said, her eyes glinting with quiet excitement,“Agastya, let’s sleep in the aangan, under the stars.”
Agastya turned to her, surprised. “No, Aaru. It’s February. You’ll feel cold, and the cot might be uncomfortable for you,” he said gently, trying to reason with her. His voice carried nothing but concern.
But Aaradhna had already made up her mind.
“I’ll be fine. We’ll take the blanket from our room. It won’t be cold,” she said, her tone leaving no room for argument.
Agastya let out a soft sigh. “Aaru, try to understand. We have to leave tomorrow. It’s a five-hour-long car ride, and I know you’ll be uncomfortable sleeping on that cot.”
But Aaradhna crossed her arms over her chest, lifting her chin like a stubborn child.
“I said I’ll sleep here. If you want, join me. If not, the bed inside is all yours. But I’m not going in.”
Agastya stared at her for a moment, helplessly amused. He knew her well enough to understand that there was no winning this. Her mind was made up—and her heart was set.
By the time the two of them settled on the cots in the verandah, Anirudh and Tanya had already gone to bed. The stars glittered above them in a clear sky, and the night air was crisp but not too biting.
Still, as they lay side by side, Aaradhna kept tossing and turning, adjusting her position every few minutes. It was clear she wasn’t comfortable. But admit it? Not a chance.
Agastya watched her in silence, a soft smile tugging at the corners of his lips. His wife—adorably stubborn, beautifully unpredictable, and just as difficult as their three-year-old son when she wanted her way.
