'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 :
“I don’t know, Bhabhi… what should I do?”
“I went to her place, but she was busy. And I just… I couldn’t ask.” Ishan’s voice was barely above a whisper, heavy with emotions he couldn’t put into words.
“I know, Ishan. It’s hard. But you see, she’s the bride—she has so much on her shoulders right now.” Aaradhna’s hand moved gently through his hair, a touch meant to soothe.
After returning from the Khanna mansion, Ishan had gone straight to Agastya for advice. Shivay hadn’t been answering his calls, and he was desperate for someone to talk to. But when he walked in, he found Aaradhna instead. He was about to leave quietly, but she stopped him, sensing his turmoil. Slowly, he moved towards her, rested his head on her lap like a lost child, and told her everything.
Agastya had never spoken about the past in front of Aaradhna, convinced that the girl would never return to Ishan’s life. But once he discovered that Aadhriti was the very same girl, he told Aaradhna everything. Since then, she carried the truth with her.
“Look, Ishan, I’m not telling you not to ask her,” Aaradhna began carefully. Her hand stilled for a moment, hesitation flickering across her face as she debated whether to go on. At last, she chose to.
“As a girl, I want you to know something. When I was about to marry your brother, I used to overthink everything—every word, every glance, every possibility. And especially… about him.” Her fingers threaded through his hair again, patting him with a tenderness that reminded him of a mother soothing her child. And like a child listening to his favorite story, Ishan hung on to her every word.
“No doubt we’re living in the 21st century, but the truth remains—a girl’s bond with her life partner decides how she connects with the rest of his family.”
“Not just me, every girl thinks about this. Sure, Aadhriti knows our family, and both your parents are her each other's closest friends. But at the end of the day, this is new to her. She’s stepping into a new phase of her life—becoming someone’s daughter-in-law, someone’s wife.” Aaradhna smiled softly. There wasn’t a moment when she didn’t silently thank God for giving her such a kind family.
“She must be building dreams with you, holding expectations from you, and she must also be overthinking about you. There’s no doubt that you deserve answers,” Aaradhna’s voice was laced with affection—gentle, steady, soothing Ishan’s restless heart, if only a little.
