The private jet landed in the Bangalore International Airport."You don't even have any luggage with you?? What's your plan?? A shopping spree with Shravan's credit card??" Isha asked and Shravan groaned mentally.What had happened to the sweet natured Isha?? Where did this bitchy avatar come from?? "Of course yes. I am a newly wed bride. New brides are entitled to their shopping spree with their husband's credit card." Drishti said, batting her eyelashes innocently at them."Of course I know girls like you." Isha said with derision."You ought to. You must be looking at the mirror at least twice a day." Drishti said sarcastically."For the love of God!! Will you two please shut up?" Shravan was finally losing it.What did he do to deserve this?? "Isha, I will drop you at your place. Will see you first thing in the morning. We have to get this deal somehow." Shravan said and Isha nodded her head.Business!! Drishti rolled her eyes!Shravan is reminding her of her father. Her fath
Damn it!! She is Drishti Singhania!The boys in her college are crazy over her and begging her for a single glance and this guy here, who was lucky enough to marry her, wants to keep their marriage a secret.Fine!! It's not as if she cares. "Fine. I am not dying to advertise it either." Drishti said with a casual shrug."And where is the bedroom??" Drishti asked and Shravan cursed himself for not thinking about it before.Where would she stay?? This is a two bedroom apartment and he had turned the guest room into a study for his office work."Actually there's only one bedroom." Shravan said and Drishti again shrugged as if sharing a bedroom isn’t a big deal for her."The kitchen is over there. The fridge is fully stocked. Rajesh kaka's wife comes thrice a week to clean and cook. She might have kept some food in the freezer too." Shravan said and guided her towards his roomLuckily his bedroom has a recliner in addition to a bed and he mentally thanked his interior designer for that.
Shravan woke up to find the girl all over himHer legs were thrown over his and hands were around his neck and her head in the crook of his shoulderHer hair is spread all over her face, some spilled over his chestGod!! What a torture to wake up with He pulled out from her hold not so gently, but her highness didn't wake up. She simply cuddled into the pillow instead of him and continued sleepingThere was drool near her mouth and she looked utterly adorable like a babyAdorable?? Have you gone crazy early in the morning Shravan?? He shook his head to clear his thoughts and walked into the en suite to get ready for the dayEven after he got ready for office Drishti was still asleepHe thought of leaving a note for her but then decided against itWhy make new habits?? ****Drishti woke up to the continuous vibration of her phoneLast night her phone had been battery dead and she had plugged it in near the bedside tableDoes the phone gets switched-on on it's own once charged??
Two days laterShravan was going through some files when the door opened and one of his best friends and business partner came in"Mithran!! How is the construction going on??" Shravan asked. Mithran had been out of the city for a surprise inspection on one of their new resort construction siteMithran manages the construction wing of SM while Shravan manages the business wingMithran Yadav is the M in SM Industries"Good evening to you too. I'm good and the journey was comfortable. Thank-you for asking" Mithran said sarcastically and Shravan sighed"Sorry man!! This Malhotra deal has been giving me a headache for a while""As I said before, I think it's better to look for some other site for the new resort" Isha said coming into his cabin"Good evening sweetheart" Mithran wished Isha with a flirtatious smile only to get a stink eye in return"Isha!! You know I don't back down when I want something" Shravan said"I know. But D Love is very special for the Malhotras. I don't think the
"So?? What's the plan for tomorrow??" Drishti asked and Siddu looked up from the phone"I won't be coming to the college tomorrow. Have to help mom with the preparations" Siddu said"You won't be coming?? What about me?? You think I will attend the college when you enjoy with the dinner preparations at home??" Drishti asked glaring at him"What do you expect?? You want me to ask you to join me??" Siddu asked sarcastically "Why not?? I'm your bestfriend. Abhi bhai is like a brother to me. So obviously I should also be helping you there" Drishti said"Exactly. You practically live in my house rather than the hostel. Then why do you suddenly need an invitation. If you want, just come" Siddu said with a shrug and Drishti scratched his arms with her long nailsSiddu hissed in pain "You are not a human. You are wild cat" Siddu said examining the scratch marks on his arms"Invite me properly or you will get more of that" Drishti said stubbornly "What the bloody hell is this. Since when di
"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
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