Short fanfictions ❤️✨

Diwali of love and forgiveness.

Isha was meticulously cleaning the prasads, exhausted but content after a day filled with Diwali preparations. From intricately designing the Rangoli to embellishing the house with vibrant decorations, she had poured her heart into every detail. Just as she was finishing up, the sound of talking drifted from the veranda.

"Ishaan, kapde pehele le bala, Aai agar aake dekhi ki cycle chala raha hai to tujhe or mujhe dono ko daantegi!"

"Baba, or five minutes."

Isha mummered,

"Yeah insaan kabhi bete ko nahi daantega. Itna politely mere saath to jhagarne ke time nahi baat karta!"

As Isha stepped onto the veranda, she spotted Ishaan cycling around the courtyard. His eyes locked onto hers, he skidded his cycle to a stop.

"Aai, main ready ho jaata hu abhi. Aap gussa matt karo plz."

"Dress bistar paar rakkha hai. Abhi ke abhi jao main aati hu. Haar waqt cycle chalate reheta hai!"

"Aayi, puja ke time hi to yeah pehena!"

"Yeah silk ka hai, patakhe se aag laag gayi to!"

"Aai, aap bhi to silk pehene huye ho!"

"Main bhi change hi karungi. Kaam tha isiliye der ho gaya. Jao abhi zaldi."

Ishaan ran inside their home to avoide more "daant". Isha's gaze drifted to Shantanu, standing quietly, his expression subdued. The red kurta she had gifted him gleamed in the evening light, accentuating his features. Despite her lingering anger, she couldn't deny how handsome he looked. Their morning argument still simmered within her, fueled by his refusal to acknowledge his mistake. She was going inside when Shantanu said,

"Is... Isha! Tum plzz kaal maine jo saree diya woh peheno. Plz!"

Isha said nothing. She just went inside. Shantanu mummered,

"Kya zarurat thi jhagra karne ki! Tujhe pata tha ki tu hi vul gaya tha extra ful lana lekin phir bhi uspe chillaya! Abb gussa hai... Kaise manayega tu!"

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Isha stood before the mirror, her reflection radiant as she adjusted her saree, the exact one Shantanu had requested. Her raven hair cascaded down her back, and the bold jhumkas danced with every movement, accentuating her elegance. Ishaan admired her from afar, his eyes aglow with affection. Shantanu entered, his presence sudden and still, his gaze riveted on Isha. Though she caught his reaction, she remained silent, focused on perfecting her makeup.  Ishaan came to Shantanu and said,

"Baba, Aai kitni acchi laag rahi hai na?"

Shantanu took Ishaan into his arms and said,

"Aai hamesha acchi lagti hai!"

"True true... Baas abhi thoda zyada acchi laag rahi hai."

"Ekdam!"

Ishaan nodded. In the meantime, his friends called him from outside. He said,

"Baba, utaro mujhe. Patakhe jalane hai!"

Isha now said,

"Ishaan, baba jaab taak nahi jayenge taab taak patakhe nahi jalana. Yaad nahi hai?"

"Ha Aai. Aaplog aao zaldi. Main jaata hu!"

Ishaan's sudden departure left Isha alone with Shantanu. She refocused on her makeup, deliberately ignoring him. Undeterred, Shantanu closed the distance, his voice low and husky. But before he could speak, Isha swiftly moved away. He reacted instinctively, grasping her wrist and pulling her back. She stumbled into his chest, her body flush against his, as his hands slid to her waist. Isha said in an irritating voice,