'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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ISHAN'S POV :
I woke up on the soft mattress of the resort bed, the room already bathed in golden sunlight. My eyes drifted to the clock hanging on the wall opposite me. Fifteen minutes to seven. With a weary huff, I stretched my shoulders and muttered to myself, “Why is this day moving in slow motion?”
I had only fallen asleep around four in the morning—not because of work or exhaustion but because of pure, overwhelming happiness. There’s this strange, giddy energy coursing through me since last night, refusing to let me rest.
After all, today is my wedding. My wedding with her.
Every thought kept circling back to her, and the more I tried, the less I could stop. For once, my mind didn’t overthink, didn’t sabotage me with doubts. Not a single trace of negativity had the courage to come close. Instead, I found myself scrolling through her pictures, whispering little things to her face on the screen as if, at any moment, she might step out of the frame and listen to my rants.
I couldn’t stop smiling. I don’t even know how to explain it, but after such a long, long time… I feel light. I feel alive. I feel genuinely happy—from the inside out.
And the reason is her. The reason is Aadhriti. My Sunshine.
Just the thought of her made my grin widen. Reaching for my phone on the nightstand, I unlocked it, and there she was—the wallpaper I had set of her, glowing back at me. It was from our mehendi function, the one I had clicked secretly while she was laughing with her friends.
I’m not the obsessive kind, but whenever I look at that picture, it feels as though her laughter could spill into this room at any moment, wrapping around me like a melody soft enough to calm my restless heart and soothe every scar on my soul.
When I saw her again after years, at Anirudh’s engagement, I never believed I could feel this way about her again. I thought my heart had buried it all—our history, my love, and the boy I used to be. I thought hatred had filled every corner of me where she once lived. But if I’m honest, the truth is… those feelings never died. They only hid. And all it took was one look—just one glance from her—to shatter every wall I had built and bring them rushing back to life.
Maybe I should have tried to reach her that day. Maybe I should have asked her, demanded the truth, before she boarded that flight. But I had seen her standing so close to another guy, and the sight burned through me, made my chest clench with something I didn’t know how to name back then.
