N A K S H A T R A
“Why don’t we celebrate Holi with your family this time?”
I wasn’t sure what reaction I was expecting, but the silence that followed was… unsettling.
Adhwit didn’t move, didn’t even blink. He sat on the edge of the bed, one hand resting lazily on his knee, the other gripping his phone. For a moment, I thought he hadn’t heard me.
Then, his fingers tightened around the device.
His jaw clenched.
“No.”
That was it. Just one word. Cold, final, as if I had suggested something absurd.
I frowned, stepping closer. “Why not?”
His gaze lifted to mine, sharp and unreadable. “You already know the answer, Nakshatra. Don’t ask again.”
I swallowed. I did know. He didn’t share a good relationship with his parents—especially his father. The tension between them was always thick, unspoken, yet suffocating. Adhwit never talked about it, and I never pushed.
But this time, I did.
“They are still your family.” My voice was quiet. Careful. “Aishwarya and Shreesh would be happy to see you.”
Something flickered in his eyes at their names, but it was gone too quickly to grasp. He scoffed, leaning back against the headboard. “They see me when they want to. I don’t need to go there for that.”
I sighed, sitting beside him. “But it’s Holi.”
He didn’t respond.
I hesitated before placing my hand over his. “Let’s go. Please?”
His fingers twitched beneath mine.
Seconds passed. The silence stretched. And then—
A slow, almost reluctant smile tugged at his lips.
“You really want to go, huh?”
I nodded, hopeful.
He exhaled, shaking his head as if he couldn’t believe he was agreeing. “Fine, esposa. Let’s celebrate Holi at Oberoi Mansion.”
I grinned. “Really?”
His smirk deepened. “I’ll go. But don’t regret it later.”
I didn’t understand what he meant.
Not until we reached there.
The moment we stepped into Oberoi Mansion, the air changed.
Excitement buzzed in the halls, anticipation crackling in the very walls. The servants were already preparing for the festival, trays of gujiyas and thandai being arranged on the dining table. The scent of fresh marigold garlands mixed with the faint hint of gulaal in the air.
And then—
“Bhabhi!”
Aishwarya’s voice rang out before I even saw her. In the next second, she came running toward me, her arms wrapping around me in a tight hug.
“I knew it! I knew you’d bring Bhai home for Holi!” she beamed, squeezing me like she hadn’t seen me in years.
I laughed, hugging her back. “It wasn’t easy, trust me.”
“Oh, I do trust you,” she smirked, pulling away before looking at Adhwit. “And you! You finally decided to show your face, huh?”
Adhwit simply raised a brow, his usual stoic demeanor intact.
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