Ms. Raichand's business husband

Chapter 11

Third Person's Pov »»————>

The soft melody played in the background as Isha and Manan stepped onto the dance floor, their movements fluid and in sync as if they’d done this a thousand times before.

He held her close, one hand resting gently on her back, while his other hand enveloped hers. The closeness felt natural, unforced; they moved together, each step a silent conversation.

Their eyes remained locked, hers reflecting a fierce confidence mixed with an undeniable warmth, his gaze holding an admiration that bordered on reverence.

For a moment, the world around them ceased to matter. Manan’s gaze traced over her features, drinking in every detail. He smiled, leaning slightly closer, and said,

"You look…absolutely breathtaking tonight."

The words were soft, meant for her ears alone, but the sincerity in his tone was unmistakable.

Isha’s lips curved into a smirk, masking whatever emotions flickered underneath.

"Getting better already," she replied sassily, though a faint flush colored her cheeks, betraying her usual composure.

Not far away, Kunal nearly spat out his drink. Watching Isha and Manan so utterly lost in each other was something he never expected.

"Isko kitna special treatment deti hain boss… meanwhile mughe…"
(He gets such special treatment from boss, meanwhile me)

He dramatically wiped an imaginary tear, pretending to sob but grinning inwardly. His heart felt genuinely warm as he raised his glass, quietly toasting to his friend and his "boss."

Across the room, Madhu and Malini stood side by side, both mesmerized by the scene unfolding before them. Madhu sighed, her voice tender as she said,

"No matter ye shadi kyu aur kaisi hui, I hope they both find their happiness, together."
(No matter the circumstances this marriage took place, I hope these two find thier happiness, together)

Malini, her eyes also filled with quiet hope, simply nodded in agreement.

But from the shadows, Shushma watched, her expression growing colder with each passing second. The softness between Isha and Manan seemed to grate on her nerves. With a sharp look, she summoned her assistant and quietly stepped out, her dismay unmistakable in her taut expression.

Pranav, too, watched them from a distance, a pang of regret clouding his gaze. He’d held Isha’s hand on the dance floor, but what he saw now between her and Manan was different. There was something unspoken between them, something that wasn’t just courtesy or obligation. The way Isha leaned into Manan, her eyes softer than he’d ever seen, made it clear. With Manan, she felt a comfort and trust he’d never quite managed to draw from her.

The music slowly came to a halt, but Manan and Isha remained as they were, arms entwined, their bodies instinctively staying close as if refusing to break the spell. In a room full of people, she looked at him as if he were the only one who mattered.

Manan's Pov »»————>

Watching Isha beside me, I felt a strange warmth I hadn’t expected—something almost close to gratitude. She chose to be here with me, standing beside me on the dance floor, not because she had to but because, in some unexplainable way, she wanted to.

As we swayed together, I couldn’t ignore that pang of insecurity, the familiar feeling that I was somehow a step behind Pranav.

This had been a pattern—always one step behind in charm, accomplishments, maybe even in her regard. But tonight felt different, and maybe it was just that hope building up somewhere, despite my efforts to keep it under control. Maybe there were people who’d choose me, just for me.