'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...
Because the chapter name itself suggests that it's Sangeet. So, I ask you guys to play the song used in the chapter while reading it for better experience.
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AUTHOR'S POV :
Both friends stepped into the hall, their laughter fading as their eyes instinctively searched the crowd—only to stop, captured, by the sight of the women who held their hearts.
Ishan’s gaze froze on Aadhriti.
Draped in a golden lehenga that shimmered under the soft light—its threads of zari mirroring the embroidery on his own kurta—she looked like a vision painted by destiny itself. Her hair, tied in a graceful half updo, framed her glowing face. The sleek earrings swayed gently as she moved, catching the light, but it wasn’t the jewelry, nor the fabric, that made her mesmerizing.
It was her.
She wasn’t just a woman standing across the room. She was his solace wrapped in skin, the only calm he had ever known in a life that often felt like storms crashing endlessly inside him. With one look at her, misunderstandings, hurt, and anger—the years of distance and silence—seemed to dissolve, like they had never existed.
What had begun as rivalry nine years ago, when she had first walked into school with her sharp eyes and sharper wit, had now found its way to this moment. Academic rivals to life partners. The words felt surreal, like a prayer answered after years of ache.
Ishan smiled. He realized, suddenly, that he hadn’t truly stopped smiling since the day she had come back into his life. And that in itself was strange. For seven long years, smiles had been rare, fleeting, slipping away as quickly as they came. But now? Now she was everywhere—occupying his mind when he was awake, and haunting his dreams when he wasn’t.
Drawn to her like gravity, Ishan moved through the hall until he was by her side. The heat of his gaze brushed against her skin before his hand even reached her. And she felt it—because her eyes immediately found his, as though she had been waiting for him all along.
Her smile—the small, delicate curve of her lips—was enough to quicken the frantic rhythm of his heart.
Slipping an arm around her waist, he pulled her closer, close enough that her perfume enveloped him. He lowered his face, brushing his lips against her temple, while discreetly inhaling her intoxicating fragrance.
“Samajh nahi aa raha hai,” he whispered near her ear, his breath fanning against her skin, sending a shiver racing down her spine. “Apni nazrein sambhalun jo tum par se hatt hi nahi rahi… ya phir dhadkanein jo bas badhti hi ja rahi hain.”
