By the time Drishti got dressed and reached the formal dining hall, Tej and Shravan had already started having their tea.Shravan looked up at Drishti and then glanced at his grandfather.In his own time, Tej Maheshwari lifted his gaze and glared at Drishti."Sit down." The old man radiated control and authority, and Drishti stood rigid for a moment, feeling like a schoolgirl called to the headmaster’s office.Seeing that she had made no movement, Tej Maheshwari repeated his order."Sit down."Cowed by his icy tone, Drishti plopped onto the chair. Without thinking, she toed off her shoes and crossed her legs under her, so that she was balanced on the seat."You need to learn to—" He broke off as he saw the way she was sitting. "What are you doing?""Sitting. You told me to sit. I sat.""I told you to sit, not take your shoes off." Tension throbbed beneath the surface of his rigidly controlled frame, and Drishti wondered what it took to make the old man relax."My feet hurt. That’s par
By the time Shravan reached the bedroom after cooling off his grandfather, he heard the loud music coming from a small speaker on the bedside table.And Drishti was dancing to the fast music on the bed, with total abandon.Her eyes were closed, and her hands and hips were swaying in rhythm to the music.His lips formed a thin line, realising that nothing seems to affect her in any way.She had an argument with him in the afternoon. Then she had an argument with his grandfather in the evening. And now she is dancing away on his bed, with no care for the world.He walked towards the speaker and switched it off."Break ya fuckin' neck, bitchesYeah, yeah, here we go now," Drishti sang loudly, off-pitch, without realising the music had stopped.Shravan folded his arms across his chest and glared at her, waiting for her to notice his presence."The way you break yo' back and I break yo' neck," Drishti trailed off, suddenly realising her voice was heard in the room.She opened her eyes and
"Come, come. Sit here," Anuradha said as soon as her son and daughter-in-law arrived."Mom, what is it?" Shravan asked.Anuradha Maheswari brought a large antique box out of the cupboard and placed it on the bed."These are the family jewels. They have been passed down for generations. My mother-in-law gave them to me when I first came here. Now they are for you," Anuradha said."Woah," Drishti exclaimed, seeing the antique pieces in the box."You like them?" Anuradha asked."Yes, they are all beautiful, aunty," Drishti said, not wanting to hurt her mother-in-law. Admittedly, the jewels are all beautiful, but they are too heavy, and Drishti is not a fan of heavy jewels."I know, but they are not easy to wear. They are so heavy. They have been passed down to the younger generations, so you can keep them and pass them on to your children in the future," Anuradha said with a smile."I'm very careless, aunty. I think it would be safer with you. I can get them whenever I want them," Drisht
Drishti spent the rest of the morning with her parents, choosing the outfit and accessories for the reception party.She had chosen a red and golden-coloured heavily worked lehenga and heavy jewels from the ancestral jewellery set her mother-in-law had given her.She had to dress up as a royal bride, and Drishti quite liked the idea of that, especially since she would be wearing the tiara too.She couldn't wait to click pictures and post them on her Instagram with the caption #princessmaheswari."Drishti, where is Shravan?" Anuradha asked, and Drishti frowned."I don't know. I didn't see him," Drishti said."Jeeju went upstairs half an hour ago," Damini said, scrolling through the iPad her brother-in-law gave her half an hour ago, asking her to choose which tiara she wanted."Lunch will be served in an hour. I will ask someone to go up and call him," Anuradha said."No aunty. I will go call him," Drishti said and left for their room.As she entered the room, she saw Shravan sleeping p
Shravan saw his brother's smile slowly fade as his eyes focused on Drishti."D? Is that you?""Sharan?" Drishti had gone pale, seeing Sharan walking towards them."You two know each other?" Shravan asked in confusion."Damn it. This is a joke, right?" Sharan asked, staring at Drishti."Sharan? What's wrong?" Shravan asked, looking at his brother, who had also gone pale."D. Tell me this is a prank," Sharan asked, moving closer to the fountain."Sharan. I told you I'm married. You didn't believe me," Drishti said, having nothing else to say."What the hell is going on?" Shravan asked."Damn it. Mom told me you were married to some Drishti Malhotra. I actually found it funny that both her daughters-in-law would be named Drishti. I didn't realise you got married to the woman I love," Sharan said, looking at his brother.Drishti paled, thinking of the chaos that would follow. Tej Maheswari would definitely kick her out this time.Last time, she wouldn't have minded. But now, the thought o
"I need you, Siddhu."Shravan, who was about to enter the room, frowned hearing Drishti. He went inside the room and saw an anxious Drishti sitting cross-legged on the bed."Drishti.""What did he say?" Drishti asked."Why didn't you tell me about him?" Shravan asked."How am I supposed to know that he is your brother?" Drishti asked with a frown."At least the surname should have given you a hint, right? Didn't you wonder about our surnames? The similarity in our names? Sharan and Shravan?" He asked."I first met him during an inter-college fest two years ago. He was from a different college. I don't remember whether he said his surname or not. His Instagram name was just Sharan M. And it just stuck," Drishti said."And you uploaded a picture of us on your Insta page, right? Didn't he ask you anything about it, Drishti?" Shravan asked."I had blocked him by then," Drishti said.Shravan sighed as he sat on the bed next to her."Did you have feelings for him, Drishti?" Shravan asked so
The atmosphere during breakfast was tense.Drishti was sitting between Shravan and Siddhu, with Sharan sitting directly opposite her."I mean, how? How do you always manage to do this?" Siddhu whispered to Drishti."Do what?" she replied."Get into trouble! You are married to Sharan's elder brother. Who would have thought?" Siddhu said, still reeling from the shock."It's all your fault. How can you not know your brother's best friend's brother? Useless," Drishti complained."Of course. I should have known that the blame would land on my head in the end," Siddhu said, rolling his eyes.Tej Maheswari cleared his throat and glared at the duo.They both pasted fake smiles on their faces and continued with breakfast."Sharan, how was your journey?" Tej asked his younger grandson."It was okay, dadu," Sharan said gloomily.Shravan sighed, seeing the fallen face of his brother.He could see that his brother was hurting, but there was nothing anybody could do about it."Sharan, have one more
"Is that Shravan bhai's sister?" Siddhu whispered to Drishti, looking at the pretty girl talking to Damini."Yes," Drishti said, narrowing her eyes at her best friend."She is pretty. What's her name?" he said, still not able to take his eyes off her."Shreya. And Siddhu, she is a school-going girl," Drishti said."Which class?" Siddhu asked."Twelfth.""Great. That would make her a college girl next year," Siddhu said with a grin."She has two elder brothers," Drishti pointed out the cons in the scheme."One of her elder brothers is my elder brother's best friend and my best friend's husband," Siddhu said cheekily."Finally, you found someone you do not want to friend zone, and that someone had to be Shravan's sister, right?" Drishti asked."Ishq par zor nahi hai, Drishti," Siddhu said dramatically, clutching his heart."Ishq? In one day?" Drishti asked in wonder."Oye. What happened to the hopeless romantic Drishti Singhania? Who is a die-hard fan of love at first sight?" Siddhu ask
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