'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 :
Ishan's eyes flicked toward Shivay, who stood rigidly beside him, his silence heavier than any words could ever be. Just as Ishan was about to react, Aadhriti's hand found his, her soft grip silently urging him not to reveal what both of them already understood.
They knew.
They had always known.
Shivay's feelings for Nitya weren't a secret to them,even from their school time, but to Shivay, they were a treasure he had never dared to lay down. He had been too afraid to confess, too afraid to risk the bond he shared with her. And now, as her fiancé stood proudly by her side, that fragile thread of hope he had clung to for years snapped right in front of them.
Dragging his gaze away from Shivay's hollow expression, Ishan shifted his eyes to Nitya. She met his stare with a small, almost apologetic smile.
Shivay's throat bobbed as he swallowed hard, forcing down the lump of grief that threatened to choke him. Without a word, he turned and walked away, shoulders taut, each step carrying the weight of an unspoken heartbreak.
Aadhriti squeezed Ishan's hand gently, her touch a quiet promise—he'll be fine, give him time. Ishan exhaled slowly, every instinct in him wanting to go after his friend, but he knew. Shivay needed time and that's the only reason Ishan didn't leave everything behind and followed his friend.
The function carried on. Laughter and chatter filled the air, haldi smeared across glowing faces. When everyone else had applied the turmeric paste, Nehal finally stepped forward, her touch soft and deliberate as she spread it across Aadhriti's cheeks. Then, with an affectionate flick of her hand, she warded off the evil eye, whispering,
"Kitni pyari lag rahi h."
(You're looking so beautiful.)
Aadhriti pouted dramatically, her lips curving into a mock frown,"Ab fursat mili hai aapko? Dekh rahi hu, kitna pyaar karte ho aap mujhse."
(Now you finally got time for me? I can see just how much you love me.)
Nehal chuckled softly, tilting her chin up with sisterly affection,"Nahi bache, aise baat nahi hai. You know I was busy with something, and if it wasn't important, I would never have gone."
(No, child, that's not it. You know I was busy, and if it wasn't important, I'd never have left.)
Aadhriti raised her brows, feigning suspicion,"Mujhse zyada important?"
