Drishti had been grumpy and cranky the whole day."Why not?"She had been forced to fast, and fasting has never been her forte.Not that she has ever tried before."You are not going to die if you skip two meals a day," Siddhu said, rolling his eyes, seeing the grumpy look on Drishti's face."Then why don't you try fasting? Let me see how long you last," Drishti said, glaring at her so-called best friend.Divyanshi brought a plate of some Rajasthani snacks and handed it over to her son-in-law, who was scrolling through his iPad, looking through his work emails.He looked up and smiled at his mother-in-law. He had missed breakfast this morning, as he was caught up in a video conference."Thank you, Aunty," Shravan said and took one in his hands. Before it could reach his mouth, he heard a loud, dramatic gasp and looked up to see Drishti looking at him with wounded eyes."What?" he asked with a frown."You are going to eat that?" Drishti asked, pointing her finger at the snack."Uh, yes
"What the hell is going on here?" Shravan asked, looking between his wife and grandfather.Tej Maheshwari coloured a bit at the embarrassment of being caught by his grandsons."Nothing," Tej said, waving a hand in a dismissive gesture.Drishti raised an eyebrow and looked at Tej Maheshwari, who glared at her in return."It didn't seem like nothing, Dadu," Sharan said with a frown."Is that a game board?" Shravan asked, pointing at the tea table behind them. He was fascinated by the red colour spreading across his grandfather's cheeks.Was his grandfather playing a board game? And that too with Drishti?"Laala Singh took it out for dusting," Tej Maheshwari said."Now who is the liar?" Drishti mocked."You shut up, girl!""Why were you two fighting?" Shravan asked."Like kids," Shravan heard Siddharth saying, and that's when he noticed Siddharth sprawled across the couch with an amused look on his face."Siddharth, why don't you tell me what's going on here?" Shravan asked, and Siddhart
Finally, it was the day of the reception, and Drishti was decked up as a royal bride, with her tiara, of course."Oh my! Don't I look regal?" Drishti asked, looking at the mirror with a grin."Yes, baby, you do," Divyanshi said."Can you believe it, Maa? I am a princess. A real princess. With a tiara!" Drishti said excitedly, touching her tiara every few minutes to make sure it was there."I can't believe you're all grown up. It feels like yesterday I first held you in my arms," Divyanshi said, as her eyes welled up."Aww, Maa. Don't make me cry too. Not that I would cry. I don't understand why brides always cry during the wedding. It's not as if they're leaving their parents permanently. I can always come and see you whenever I want. You could do the same. I'll still be your darling Drishti," Drishti said."Uh oh.""The only difference would be, I'll be staying at Shravan's place instead of the hostel," Drishti said."You're right. You'll always be our darling Drishti," Divyanshi sai
"My cheeks are hurting with all these smiles," Drishti complained halfway through the reception."The formal party will be over now. After that, only family and friends would be here," Shravan said."How about a photo, guys?" Mithran asked as he walked towards them with Isha, Abhay, and Kiara."You guys are late," Drishti accused as soon as she saw them."Sorry, Drishti. Kiara had an appointment with a doctor in the morning, so we got delayed," Abhay said."Oh, what happened to bhabhi?" Drishti asked in worry."Nothing. Just a light fever," Kiara said."Okay, guys. Stay closer for the photo," the photographer called out.The formal party was over soon, and Anuradha took Drishti with her to introduce her to the other family members.Shravan stepped out into the garden with Mithran and Abhay."You look very happy," Mithran commented, seeing the constant smile on Shravan's face."I am," Shravan said, content with his life."Aww, Shravan is in love," Mithran teased."I don't know, Mithran
Shravan stopped the car in front of their farmhouse."Wow. This place looks right out of a fairy tale," Drishti said, looking in awe as he helped her out of the car.The main door to the farmhouse was open, and the porch was decorated with a beautiful rangoli design."We are going to live a fairy tale tonight, Drishti," Shravan whispered huskily, making Drishti's heart beat go wild.She looked up at him, and the heat in his eyes gave her the answer.This is her wedding night.And he is trying to make it special for her.She is definitely going to swoon."Let's go in," Shravan said and picked her up in his arms, bridal style, as he carried her across the threshold.Drishti wound her arms around his neck and grinned up at him."You are giving me a fairytale wedding night?" she asked."You are not going to blush, are you?" Shravan asked with a chuckle.Drishti saw the fairy lights wound around the staircase railings as he carried her upstairs."We didn't lock the front door," Drishti sai
"Damn you, Shravan Maheswari. Damn you," Drishti cursed loudly and threw her phone onto the bed after trying to call him for the hundredth time in the last hour.It had been a month since their reception party, and they had been back in Bangalore soon after. Life went back to normal, with her attending college and him going to work. The nights were special, spent in each other's arms, making sweet, passionate love.Everything was going well and smoothly until last week. Her exam dates were announced, and the sweet, cute husband transformed into a tyrannical teacher. As promised, he promptly woke her up at ungodly hours in the morning and demanded that she study for her exams, which were due in a month. He even made a timetable and notes for her to make it easier."When did he make notes for me? I have no idea," she wondered. After a week of misery, he had promised to take her out to dinner tonight to make up for everything, but there was no news of him so far. She had been ready and
"Drishti, honey, talk to me," Shravan said gently as they cuddled together in their bed.Drishti had clung to him ever since they had come from the Agnihotri home."She hates me," Drishti mumbled into his chest."She? Who? What are you talking about, Drishti?" Shravan asked in confusion."Kiara bhabhi. She hates me. She thinks I go to their house because I still have feelings for Abhi bhai," Drishti said."There must be some misunderstanding, Drishti. There is no such thing," Shravan said."No. She hates me. I swear it was a stupid crush when I was very young. He is like a brother to me now," Drishti said."I know, Drishti. Stop worrying over nothing.""I heard them talking. She was fighting with Abhi bhai. She was furious because I went to their home. She said she doesn't like me going there always," Drishti said, and Shravan could feel his shirt getting wet due to her tears."Oh honey, don't cry. It must be a misunderstanding. Why didn't you talk to her? The Drishti I knew would nev
Siddharth was messaging Shreya when he felt a presence beside him. He looked up to see Drishti standing there with her hands on her hips. He texted a "brb" to Shreya and focused on Drishti."Why are you looking at me like that?" Siddhu asked."How could you hide such a big thing from me? Such a huge issue was going on at home, and you never mentioned it to me?" Drishti asked as she sat next to him."Even you didn't tell me about yesterday," Siddhu pointed out."You were the one who hid things first," Drishti accused."You too hid things from me," Siddhu argued.They both stared at each other, not willing to give up the fight."Apologise now," Drishti demanded."Like hell I will," Siddhu scoffed."If you didn't hide these things from me, I would have told you what happened last night," Drishti said, making Siddhu sigh."I didn't think it right to share the issues between a couple," Siddhu said."You have a point there," Drishti accented.They both remained silent for a few seconds."I
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