Drishti glared at her husband with her hands on her hips.Shravan was too busy typing on his laptop to see the furious glare coming his way."I swear I will throw that bloody laptop one day soon, into the sea," Drishti said angrily."This is waterproof, Drishti," Shravan said without looking up from the screen."For heaven's sake, it's the Diwali season. I hate when you work during Diwali," Drishti complained."I am leaving behind my laptop as you demanded when we go to the island, Drishti. Let me finish off the pending work before we leave," Shravan said, and Drishti huffed in annoyance.They heard some movement from the baby monitor."He's awake," Shravan said with a soft smile.Dhruv Maheswari was born eleven months ago after Drishti found her footing in the business field.Now she is working in the Bangalore branch of the Malhotra empire, after training under Shravan Maheswari for a year immediately after her studies were over.Dhruv, being the first grandchild in both the familie
Little Dhruv certainly had a decent set of choppers on him.Drishti winced as the emerging teeth grated on the sensitive flesh of her breast as he hungrily fed.She shifted on the comfortable swing chair on the verandah, with the sunshine sprinkling down on them.Definitely time for solids.That would disappoint the little man in her arms.But she knew an older one who would be delighted to have exclusive access at long last. Drishti thought mischievously.Drishti looked across at sixteen-year-old Damini pouting at her brother-in-law, who refused to let her go for a night party at some pub.Drishti and Shravan had shifted to a two-storied house with a backyard after Dhruv's birth.Damini had come over to stay with her older sister after finishing her tenth-grade public examinations.Much to Damini's dismay, Shravan had started to tutor her with her eleventh-grade syllabus.Ten days after being tutored by Shravan, Damini was begging for permission to go to some college party held by he
"Drishti, are you ready yet?" Shravan called out loudly for his wife from the living room of their house."Five minutes, Shravan," Drishti called out in return, and Shravan rolled his eyes in irritation.She has been saying the same thing for the past hour.Why does she even take this much time to get ready? She is a naturally gorgeous woman. She could walk out in a sack and still stop the traffic without even trying. Then what is the need for wearing makeup? Shravan thought in wonder."Come on, Drishti. Don't delay anymore. I told you it is a very important day for me. We are signing the first international deal today. I can't be late," Shravan said, walking into their bedroom."Yes, yes. I am done. Zip me up, quick," Drishti said and turned around for him to zip up her dress.The sight of her smooth skin brings goosebumps for him, even after having a child.The desire for her never abated. It is still flaming as ever."Shravan, zip me up," Drishti said again."Yes, yes," Shravan sai
"Ava Verma?" Drishti exclaimed happily."Yes. Oh my god! It's been so long, Drishti," Ava squealed happily and bent down to hug Drishti."Yes, yes. Never met even once after I left for the boarding school," Drishti said."Well, you cut ties with me. You refused to stay in touch," Ava said dryly, and Drishti huffed."That's because you cheated me," Drishti said accusingly, making Ava roll her eyes."I didn't cheat anyone," Ava said."You did. You said you would join the boarding school with me. But you didn't," Drishti complained."I said I would try," Ava defended."You didn't try hard enough," Drishti said.Ava let out a sigh."You never let me explain, Drishti. You just hung up the phone and never took my calls again," Ava said.Now when Drishti thinks about it all, it seems all silly. Her ego had come in between and ruined the beautiful friendship she had with Ava."I was just too angry back then. After Mom's death, that was when I first met Maa. I was finally becoming happy again,
"Good morning, Sheikh Ahmed al Zidra. Please make yourself comfortable," Shravan said with a polite smile."Just call me Basim," the young Sheikh said with a dismissive wave of his hand."Sure. Tea or coffee?" Mithran asked."Neither. I have heard that there's something called lassi available here. Haven't tried one yet. Didn't know where to get the best one. I would prefer that," Basim said cheerfully."Sure. We will arrange for the best lassi to be served," Shravan said and informed his assistant to make the necessary arrangements."We were informed that Sheikh Zayed Ahmed would be attending the meeting," Mithran asked curiously.Basim paused for a moment and then raised his eyebrow in query."Any problem in discussing the deal with me?" Basim asked."Of course not. I was just curious," Mithran said with a shrug."There was some emergency political issue which needed immediate attention from both my brothers. So they sent me here for business," Basim said vaguely, without revealing
Shravan stopped the car in the parking lot of the apartment block where Drishti's parents live when they are in Bangalore.He unbuckled the car seat and took out the baby bassinet before they walked into the apartment elevator.The elevator took them directly up to the penthouse suite owned by the Malhotras."Paa, Maa," Drishti called out as she walked into the apartment."Don't scream, Drishti. He will wake up," Shravan said, peeping into the bassinet to make sure that little Dhruv wasn't disturbed by his momma's screams."Uh, sorry. I forgot," Drishti said sheepishly."Drishti, baby. Where's my little one?" Diya came towards them with a sweet smile on her face."He's sleeping," Drishti said, rolling her eyes playfully.She still gets jealous when she doesn't get the attention of her parents like before. Now their priority seems to be little Dhruv.How cruel!"Shravan, it's been so long," Diya said softly."Sorry, Maa. I have been quite busy with the international deal," Shravan said
"Hey, D!" Siddhu waved his hands as he approached where Drishti was waiting with little Dhruv."Finally! You found some time to spend with me," Drishti said, making Siddhu roll his eyes."It is you who is always busy. For the last three times, it was me who came to your home for a visit," Siddhu pointed out."And all you did was mooning over my son. You didn't even talk to me for five minutes," Drishti complained."Now, now! Don't be jealous of your own son, D," Siddhu teased, making Drishti huff."So? What's happening? Did you finally confess? Or are you still in the pre-relationship stage?" Drishti asked.Siddhu grinned and pointed behind him, and Drishti saw a very excited Shreya standing there."Oh em Gee!! You guys are official now?" Drishti squealed, and the other two bobbed their heads in agreement."When did this happen? Why didn't you tell me? You used to tell me everything before. Nowadays I am the last one to know about your life," Drishti complained, still miffed at hearin
"What the hell!" Shravan couldn't believe his eyes. His sister was in the Agnihotri House, making out with Siddhu."Bhai," Shreya gasped, seeing her elder brother there."Shravan bhai, I can explain," Siddhu tried to speak, though he had turned pale as a ghost."Explain? You bastard!" Shravan roared and pounced upon Siddhu, punching him hard on his face."Bhai! No! Please," Shreya begged, trying to hold her brother back.Shravan wasn't having any of it. He punched Siddhu again and again.Siddhu was bleeding by now, and he didn't make any effort to fight back, though he tried to defend himself a couple of times.Shreya was crying out loudly by now.She forced herself in between her brother and her lover and hugged Shravan tightly."Please, bhai. Stop, please. Don't hurt him, bhai. I love him," Shreya pleaded with her brother, and Shravan looked at her in disbelief."Love? Since when?" he asked furiously."Shravan bhai, I understand the way you found out is not right. No brother would l
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