His dark obsession

51. Forgiveness

As Ekansh hung up the call with Samyuktika, a sense of satisfaction washed over him. He was about to gather his things and prepare to head to the hospital when the door swung open, and Rihaan sauntered in, a mischievous grin plastered across his face.

“Hey, Ekansh! What’s got you all smiley?” Rihaan asked, plopping down on the chair opposite him.

Ekansh rolled his eyes, knowing that Rihaan was always ready to poke fun. “Nothing. Just got some good news,” he replied casually, but a glimmer of excitement danced in his eyes.

“Come on, spill it!” Rihaan insisted, leaning forward with curiosity.

“Samyuktika’s Dadi is awake and out of danger,” Ekansh revealed, unable to contain his happiness.

Rihaan’s eyebrows shot up in surprise. “That’s fantastic! So, you’re going to see her?”

“Yeah, I’m heading to the hospital soon,” Ekansh said, already feeling the rush of anticipation.

“Good call,” Rihaan replied, nodding approvingly. “But you know what? You need to make sure you look gentle and presentable when you meet her. First impressions matter, especially for family!”

Ekansh raised an eyebrow, crossing his arms. “What do you mean by ‘gentle’? I look fine.”

Rihaan chuckled, shaking his head. “Fine? Please. You might as well be in a board meeting with that shirt and tie. You want her to like you, right? Put on something that shows you’re not just a ruthless businessman.”

Ekansh sighed, running a hand through his hair. “I don’t need to impress her. I just want to be there for Samyuktika.”

“Exactly! And part of that is making sure you’re not a complete workaholic in front of her family,” Rihaan replied, a playful glint in his eye. “Trust me, wear something a bit more casual and approachable. Maybe a nice  ethnic kurta. "

“Fine,” Ekansh relented, a hint of a smile breaking through his stern demeanor. “But if I look ridiculous, I’m blaming you.”

“Deal!” Rihaan laughed, standing up. “Now, hurry up and get ready. I’ll cover for you here if anyone asks.”

As Ekansh rose from his chair, he felt a newfound energy. Rihaan’s playful banter reminded him of the importance of being genuine, especially in front of Samyuktika’s Dadi. He wanted her to see that he cared for her family as much as he cared for her.

With that in mind, he quickly made his way to his wardrobe, searching for something that struck the perfect balance between approachable and presentable.

As Ekansh rummaged through his office wardrobe, frustration began to set in. He had a collection of sharp suits and formal attire, but nothing that would fit the occasion of meeting Samyuktika’s Dadi. He wanted to look respectful and approachable, but all he found were business outfits.

Just then, Rihaan popped his head into the room again, a sly grin on his face. “Need help, my friend?” he asked, already knowing the answer.

Ekansh sighed, tossing aside a blazer in defeat. “I can’t find anything appropriate to wear. I don’t have any ethnic clothes here.”

Rihaan’s eyes lit up with mischief. “Well, lucky for you, I took the liberty of bringing you something!” He stepped into the room fully, holding up a neatly folded kurta pajama. The fabric was a deep shade of blue, and the intricate patterns hinted at tradition without being overly flashy.

Ekansh raised an eyebrow, surprised. “You actually thought of this?”

“Of course! I know you don’t keep any in your office, and I figured you’d want to make a good impression,” Rihaan replied, his tone playful. “Trust me, this will look great on you. Plus, it’s way better than showing up in a suit.”