ISHQ IBAADAT 💗

5. Surprise ♾️

𖥸❃ 𝓐𝓾𝓽𝓱𝓸𝓻 𝓟𝓞𝓥 ❃𖥸

Next morning 🌞🌄
In the grand and serene Raisinghania Mansion, sunlight spilled through the tall French windows, lighting up the white marble floors with golden warmth.

The household was slowly coming to life.

In the central lounge, Smriti walked in, fixing the pleats of her crisp peach saree, and called out excitedly—

“Are didi! Aaj Agastya America se wapas aa raha hai na?”

Aradhna, seated on the sofa with a steaming cup of tea in her hand, looked up from the newspaper and replied with a gentle nod and a soft smile,
“Agastya ka toh pata nahi… but yes, Vidhyut and Shivay are definitely returning from London today.”

Smriti sat beside her, a glimmer of joy dancing in her eyes.
“Haa didi… finally! Our three sons achieved the success they were hungry for. And now Reyansh is also about to launch his own tech company.”
Her voice was brimming with pride.

Aradhna placed her cup down on the tray and leaned back, her expression glowing with maternal satisfaction.

“That’s true, Smriti. Our first son is the country’s top lawyer.
The second, one of India’s biggest businessmen.
And the third, a renowned cardiologist.
And now Reyansh… I pray his startup flourishes too.”

She chuckled softly, the kind of laugh that only comes from years of watching children grow into greatness.

“And then, we’ll finally have to get these four married too!”
She added, a playful twinkle in her eye.

Smriti's face changed slightly, concern creeping in.

“Lekin didi… do you really think Agastya will ever agree to get married?”
Her voice had a worried edge, her brows pinched together.

Aradhna sighed, her gaze shifting toward the large family photo on the wall — Agastya’s smile in it barely visible.

“Pata nahi kyun… he always acts like every girl is after his money.
He’s built this wall around his heart. I just hope… someone manages to break it down.
I hope he falls in love someday, truly and deeply.”

“I hope so too, Badi Maa...”
A familiar voice cut in from behind.

Before Aradhna could react, strong arms wrapped around her in a warm hug.

“Reyansh!”
She gasped with joy, turning around and cupping his face.
Her fingers lovingly smoothed back his tousled hair.

“Are mere bete… you’re up already?”
Her voice was a soft coo, filled with affection.

“Haa Badi Maa...”
He grinned, eyes still heavy with sleep but heart full of warmth.

Smriti, watching the heartfelt exchange from across the room, felt a lump form in her throat. Her eyes welled up with tears — she quickly looked away and pretended to adjust her bangles.

Reyansh noticed immediately.

He turned toward her with a playful smirk.
“Are Mumma… why the tears? Because I hugged Badi Maa first?”
He teased with a raised brow.

Smriti narrowed her eyes and smacked his arm lightly.
“Arey pagal! Kuch bhi mat bola kar... these are tears of joy.
Itna pyar dekh kar, kaise naa ro padun?”
She laughed, and Reyansh immediately wrapped her in a tight hug too.

“Ab theek hai na? Happy now?”

Smriti smiled into his chest, nodding.

The morning continued with soft laughter, playful jabs, and the warm scent of fresh parathas from the kitchen.
But somewhere in the air… there was a sense of something big about to change.