"What the hell is this??""How dare you pull out my clothes??" They both asked at the same timeShravan took in a deep breath. He is not interested in an argument. "It fell out when I opened the cupboard. It wasn't arranged properly I guess" Shravan said politelyDrishti gritted her teeth hearing that polite tone again"You are accusing me of not arranging the clothes properly??" Drishti asked spoiling for a fight. "Accusing??" Shravan asked in astonishment "Yes! I haven't seen you in two days and the first thing you do when I finally see you is complaining" Drishti said with hands on her hips"I'm not complaining. I'm simply stating the facts. I had a shower. I came out. I opened the cupboard to get a pair of clothes and all these fell down. In a heap. And the cause of that being it not being properly arranged. Where's the complaint in this. Or the accusation??" Shravan asked and turned around without wasting for a reply to get his clothes He pulled on a T shirt and then again l
Drishti came out of the bedroom wearing an orange checkered shots and grey t shirt. Her hair was left open and still wet. She walked straight to the kitchen and opened the refrigerator and poured herself some juice. Then she looked towards the living room and saw Shravan still at the same place working seriously on his laptop"Do you want some juice??" She asked out loudly gaining his attentionShravan looked up from the laptop and saw his wife standing near the refrigerator with bottled juice raise high so that he could see. "Yeah sure" he mumbled distracted by her long legs exposed for viewShravan shook his head to clear his thoughts. Don't be a creepy pervert, he told himselfDrishti came with two glasses of juice and sat across him and crossed her legs and his eyes darted towards her legs once againThey look so smooth and silky!! Does it feel silky too?? "Juice" she said handing him a glass snapping him out of his fantasy land"Uh yeah" he said flustered and gulped the juic
"What's your father's name??" Shravan asked"Vihaan" Drishti said"Your mother and sister??" "My mom Diya and my sister Damini""You are all D huh??" Shravan asked"Yupp"After the dinner Shravan went out to the terrace and made a call to his PI"Shravan Maheswari" "Yes Mr Maheswari. How can I help you??" the PI asked"I want you to collect information about someone""Sure Mr Maheswari. Can you tell me the basic details""Vihaan Singhania is the head of the family. His wife Diya Singhania. Two daughters Drishti and Damini. They are from Mumbai" Shravan said"Will get back to you in two days Sir" the PI said and Shravan hung up the callHe felt slightly guilty at the thought going behind her back, but Isha had managed to sow some seeds of doubts in his mind. He need to be sure as his mother already seems to be attached to the girl. He can't have her hurt his mother in any way. He walked into the bedroom to find Drishti lying on the bed with her phone And he heard weird sounds com
Shravan again woke up with Drishti spread all over him. Does she even realise that she sleeps using him as a cuddle bear?? How would she know?? He always wakes up before she does. Shravan shook his head and extricated himself from her death grip and got on with his morning business. Once he was ready for office, he looked towards her to see her still sleeping. He tore a paper from his notepad a wrote a message for her and left it on the bedside table and left for his office. Drishti woke up to the constant ringing of her phone. "The number you are trying to call is currently busy sleeping. Please hold the call or call again later" Drishti mumbled into the phone without even opening her eyes. "Get the hell up D. You promised to help me in the preparations." Siddu said from the other side"Yeah yeah. I promised to be there by afternoon. It's not noon yet. Why do I have to wake up early when I don't have to go to college. Let me sleep and go bother someone else" she mumbled slee
Shravan pulled his hair in frustration.Mithran joined him a few minutes back failing at locating Drishti.Its obvious he would fail as he hadn't even seen Drishti yet.Shravan heard Mithran's phone ringing and heard him talking to Abhay"Shravan. Abhay is asking us to go to his house. Uncle has a friend in the police department and he said he would ask for an unofficial search." Mithran said and Shravan nodded as he doesn't have any other options.***Abhay Dev was sitting with his parents and wife."Shravan got married??" His father asked"Yeah. He said he will tell the details when we see" Abhay said"And what is this missing?? How did that even happen??" His mother asked"I don't know maa. Mithran said Shravan got married agaisnt his wishes and he hadn't really been spending time with his wife too. Who knows what actually happened. Isha was saying she trapped him for money. Isha heard her talking to someone on phone" Abhay saidThey heard the calling bell ringing and opened the do
"Well. What's the point of worrying over spilt milk. Come on everyone. Dinner is ready" Mrs Agnihotri said "I will help you Mom" Kiara said getting up from the couch and Mrs Agnihotri smiled in return"I will also help" Drishti said for a formality"Oh no!! Please be seated where you are. Don't come anywhere near the kitchen" Mrs Agnihotri said making Drishti pout and the other Agnihotris chuckle"What happened??" Mithran asked"The last time she helped Mom in kitchen she burnt the parathas and ruined the tawa. Ever since then ,Mom doesn't let her near the kitchen" Abhay said "That is because this darpok was distracting me" Drishti put all blame on Siddhu"What did I do. Man!! I wasn't even in the kitchen. I was watching TV" Siddhu said"Yes. You were watching TV. Remember ?? You were watching Friends. And we were supposed to watch it together. You didn't wait for me. Instead you played it distracting me to the extend that I had to come and watch forgetting the paratha" Drishti huf
"Thank god you grew out of your crush D.I shudder imagining you marrying my brother and finally kicking me out of this house" Siddhu said without thinking and the whole atmosphere turned tenseHe looked around and saw Drishti glaring at him and the others looking at him ,each with different expressions."Damn it""Siddhu??" Anjana asked gaping at her son and his bestfriend"Haha. Nice joke. Wasn't it??" Siddhu asked chuckling nervouslyAbhay coughed feeling awkward. Drishti has always been a little sister for him. To hear that she had a crush on him. That too infront of his wife and Drishti's husband. Add to the mix ,Drishti's husband happens to be his best friends. Great!!"Who is going to kill you? Shravan bhai or Kiara bhabhi??Death is starring a double role in front of you D." Siddhu whispered and Drishti glared at him"But your death has a single role Siddharth Agnihotri. And that is ME" Drishti hissed at him"Err...I guess its getting late for Mithran bhai. He seems to be very s
Drishti came out of the shower in her grey shorts and cream colored camisole ,water dripping from her hair.Shravan stared at her and his mouth went dry seeing her half naked form.When will he get used to this?? He thought.How is a man supposed to control himself when his wife walks around looking donwright sexy.He saw her taking a bottle of lotion and poring it onto her palms. She then rubbed her hands together and started applying the lotion on her long legs.Shravan gulped hard. He had maintained a celebate life for 26 years. Even when he was at Harvard ,where casual flings and affairs are a common thing ,he had remained indifferent. That what is it about Drishti that pulls his like a magnetLike a moth to the flame."I'm in love with the shape of you.We push and pull like a magnet doAlthough my heart is falling tooI'm in love with your body" he heard Drishti humming while applying lotion on her swan like neck.Why God?? Why?? Didn't she get any other song to hummShravan gr
5 years later.Diya draped her saree and was about to wear the sindoor when a hand caught hers, stopping her. Vihaan took the box of vermilion from her with a charming smile."Do I have to remind you every day that this is my haqq biwi?" Vihaan asked as he took the vermilion between his thumb and forefinger and applied it on her partition."I thought you would be busy downstairs with preparations," Diya said, smiling contentedly."I'm never too busy for you, love," Vihaan said as he snaked an arm around her waist and pulled her against his chest."Vihaan, what are you doing?? Someone will come. We have lots of work to do," Diya said, trying to wriggle out of his hold."No one will come, and all works are done. The house is all set for Diwali," Vihaan said before bending down and pecking her on her lips.Vihaan caressed her exposed waist with his fingers, earning a light moan from Diya."Vihaan. It's morning.""So?? Do I have to wait till night to love my wife??"Diya wound her arms ar
Drishti walked to the front door, pausing before making her exit, sweeping them both with another grin, her eyes twinkling like stars. "Happy Diwali," she called out. Then off she went down the hallway singing.As Drishti went out of sight, Vihaan's hands slid around Divyaa, turning her around to face him, making her heart flutter wildly. "Thank you. Thank you for being you, for having my child and giving her to me. But above everything else, thank you for waiting for me, Diya.""Oh Vihaan," Relief gushed through her. The love in his voice was unmistakable. "I'm sorry I gave up on you. I...""No..." He placed a finger on her lips, hushing the stream of regret. "I was wrong. You don't have anything to answer for. God knows I've seen enough, been with you enough to appreciate, in some small measure, how it's been for you. I'm sorry I got so screwed up about being left out.""Well, at least I'm not too young for you anymore."He frowned, pained by the reminder."I don't know that you eve
Tears streamed down Drishti's cheeks, but she seemed unaware of them. She was still staring at Vihaan, her desperate plea for him to make things right for her evident in her gaze. Twisting the hem of her nightshirt, her open hair hung around her face, giving her a bedraggled appearance. She looked like a lost little waif, and Divyanshi wanted to gather her child in her arms and hug her insecurities away. However, it was to Vihaan that her daughter looked for what she needed now, and Divya held herself back. It was up to him to answer his daughter, to answer all the questions now.Yet, Vihaan looked as lost as Drishti, struck by the realisation of all she might have overheard - the role her adoptive parents had played in taking her from Divyanshi, in preventing Vihaan from knowing about his fatherhood, ensuring he didn't reunite with her mother, and keeping the knowledge of her real parentage from her. The world they had known had been torn up, and the pieces couldn't be put togethe
"This is the final round, Drishti," Vihaan warned as he set up the game board again."You're just jealous that I've been winning all the games so far," Drishti crowed proudly."Yeah, by cheating," Vihaan said, and Drishti rolled her eyes as if it wasn't a big deal.They had played three rounds of Snake and Ladder and two rounds of Ludo at Drishti's insistence. Drishti had won all the games, using her sneaky tricks to avoid the snakes and win at Ludo.He looked tired. He had been rather quiet, almost distant, all evening, only responding to Drishti's demands.Divya hoped he wasn't too tired to stay up with her after Drishti went to bed. It had been an active day filled with swimming, windsurfing, drawing rangolis, decorating the house, and setting up the pooja room. Besides, he couldn't have had much sleep last night as he had been up early with Drishti this morning. What would she do if he suggested they retire early?"It's Diwali tomorrow, Vihaan Uncle. I'm too excited to go to bed,"
Not knowing was killing him. He knew that he had unsettled Divya with his brooding. Well, she wouldn't have the slightest idea as to what was eating him up, and he couldn't just blurt it out. If she realised what he was thinking, and if he was wrong, she would think he had lost his marbles, imagining himself to be her one great love. He didn't want to confuse her feelings for him. But... he had to know!He paced the living room, impatient to get a little time to himself so that he could make the much-needed phone call. If anyone would know the critical details of what had happened to him that Diwali season thirteen years ago, Omkara and Aditya had the inside track. They'd been with him from the start to the end of the vacation, and they had told him nothing worth mentioning had happened during the trip. Is there any point in asking them again? What is he going to lose anyway?The sculptures set along the corner Divya had set up to do the pooja caught his eyes, and he stopped, struck b
Vihaan engaged Drishti in conversation while Divya had her breakfast.Observing the two of them together, so similar in more ways than they realised, was heartwarming.Is it wise of her to leave the past in the past?It felt wrong for Vihaan not to know he was Drishti's father.She shouldn't keep such a special flesh and blood bond from him, from either of them. They both had a right to know.Telling him was not going to be easy, especially after she had briefly mentioned the adoption last night.Her reasoning for holding back had seemed right at the time.She didn't want to burden him with a truth he'd find disturbing and painful, considering the part his sister had played in taking responsibility from him, the long-played deceit that had denied him his true relationship with his own child.However, the circumstances are different now.Vihaan felt the same about her as he had all those years before, and Sandhya Rathore was out of the picture.Now she wouldn't be putting any sense of
Diyaa!The name echoed persistently in Vihaan's mind, as if it belonged to this moment, an enchanting magic of their union."Divyanshi," he said aloud, trying to dispel the echo, to overpower it."Yes?" she replied."I could never have dreamt of what we've shared," he murmured, lifting himself from her embrace to tenderly brush his lips against hers, a loving tribute to her generosity. "It transcends dreams."He rolled onto his side, bringing her along, and wrapped an arm around her as she lay on his chest, their legs entwined in intimacy.She felt so right, so perfect, as though she had been created exclusively for him. How could she have loved another man? No other woman had ever been like her for him."It's a miracle," she whispered, her warm breath caressing his skin, making it tingle. "A Diwali miracle." Her voice carried a happy smile.Diwali.Diyaaa.The special name stirred an unease, a sense of wrongness he tried to resist, but it persisted. He remembered the grieving look on
Warning: This work is purely fictional. You might find certain things illogical... Read at your own risk 😂Vihaan gazed at the ceiling, unable to sleep at the moment. He relished the feeling that something extraordinary had entered his life. Divyanshi Trilok seemed to offer him everything he had desired in a woman. The problem was, he couldn't be sure how much his dreams of her were influencing him. Was this strong attraction driven by wishes or was it genuinely real? The emotions she stirred in him were so intense and rapid that he had barely restrained himself from pursuing a deeper connection with her tonight. He used the excuse of Drishti's early rising tomorrow to keep his desires in check. He wanted her. He wanted to hold her, embrace every part of her, but he knew he had to be cautious. Drishti was closely involved in this relationship, and he couldn't make hasty moves.The wisest thing to do was to wait. Divya wasn't going anywhere. He needed to make sure that whatever he did
"Two Irish coffees coming up," Vihaan announced as he came out to the verandah.As soon as she saw him, her hard-won sense of peace shattered, and her heart started galloping again. She tried hard to get herself under control.He set the tray of coffee on the small tea table and took a seat next to her. "This is life. Far from the maddening crowd of the city and pressures of business. Sun, sand, and surf. Nothing could beat it for a wonderful holiday," Vihaan said and took a sip of the coffee.Divyanshi smiled. That hadn't changed for him."It must be very stressful being the CEO and leading a multimillion-dollar empire," Divya said, smiling. She was so proud of him, of what he had become with his own hard work."Well, I have my moments. But it's what I am trained for," Vihaan said."Then it was worth going to Harvard," she said.His head snapped around. "How do you know I went to Harvard?"Divya's heart rate increased in panic. The comment had slipped out, and now she had to answer f