Gowthami beamed as she watched her husband, Rajendra, receiving hearty congratulations from everyone around him. The room was filled with applause for his recent achievement-winning the prestigious Businessman of Excellence award. Her heart swelled with pride as she took in the scene.
Noticing her quiet reflection, Ravindra, Rajendra's brother, approached her with a smile. "Bhabi, what are you thinking about?" he asked, a teasing lilt in his voice.
She smiled warmly and replied, "Oh, nothing much. Just making sure everyone is enjoying the party. Everything seems perfect. By the way, where's your wife, Sandhya? I haven't seen her around."
Ravindra glanced around, spotting Sandhya across the room. With a playful grin, he pointed and said, "There she is, Bhabi-my dearest wife, Sandhya."
Gowthami chuckled softly, making her way over to Sandhya. She gently tapped her on the shoulder. "What are you lost in thought about, Sandhya?"
"I was watching Shourya, Di," Sandhya said, her eyes soft with admiration.
Gowthami's gaze followed, landing on her son, Shourya-her pride, second only to her husband. He stood tall, exuding charm and grace, effortlessly drawing attention in his sleek black tuxedo. His ever-present, pleasant smile was something she adored, no matter the situation. His striking dark eyes, framed by eyebrows that almost met in the center, gave him a magnetic presence. His silky black hair caught the light just right, making it seem as though he was weaving some kind of spell-a quiet, captivating magic.
Unknowingly, a smile touched Gowthami's lips as she watched him.
"Why are you smiling like that, Di?" Sandhya teased with a mischievous glint in her eye. "You should be careful-haven't you noticed how the girls here are practically devouring Shourya with their eyes?"
Gowthami chuckled softly, her eyes drifting to the small group of young women clearly captivated by her son. It was amusing, and she could hardly blame them-Shourya had that effect on people.
"Di, we really should start thinking about finding a girl for Shourya," Sandhya suggested with a hint of seriousness.
Gowthami sighed, though still smiling. "I don't know how he'll react if we bring up marriage."
Sandhya laughed and shook her head. "Well, my son Vijay, who's six months younger than Shourya, fell head over heels for Shourya's best friend, Shobha. And look at him now-a proud father of a one-year-old boy! My daughter, Harini, who's two years younger, is married to Naveen, and they just had a baby two months ago. But Shourya, he's like my eldest son too, and I really wish he'd settle down. He's so caught up in the business world, he's forgetting about marriage and family!"
Gowthami chuckled again, amused by Sandhya's motherly concern. But before she could respond, Sandhya's eyes narrowed at a young woman in a short, above-the-knee dress, confidently walking towards Shourya.
"Di, look at that girl," Sandhya said, her voice suddenly firm with mock determination. "I can't keep quiet anymore!"
Without waiting for a response, Sandhya practically dashed across the room toward Shourya, as if on a mission. Gowthami watched, highly entertained, as Sandhya sidled up next to him with the speed of a mother on a mission. Shourya, ever the gentleman, smiled warmly at her, effortlessly draping a protective arm around her shoulders while still engaging in conversation with the guests. He gestured to a nearby server and had a glass of juice brought over to Sandhya, which he handed to her with a smile.
Sandhya grinned, taking the juice as she eyed the girl who had been approaching Shourya. The girl, clearly picking up on Sandhya's not-so-subtle protective energy, quickly turned on her heel and disappeared into the crowd.
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Misty Rain
Romance"Oye, Miss Universe," he teased, a playful grin dancing on his lips. She shot him a fierce glare, determination etched across her features, and turned away to walk forward. "Lucky!" he called after her, quickening his pace. She continued to ignore h...
