Days and weeks passed by without any new dramas.Though the Maheswari family were first shocked by their daughter’s relationship with Siddharth Agnihotri, slowly they agreed to it.Tej Maheswari was completely against the relationship, declaring that he wanted a groom for his only granddaughter from Jaipur only. It took hell a lot of persuasion from all sides to convince him. It was finally Drishti and Shreya’s emotional drama that did the job.Today is the engagement party of Siddharth and Shreya.Drishti was running around the palace, making sure everything was perfect for her best friend’s engagement with her sister in law.The engagement party is in full swing, and the garden venue is buzzing with excitement. Drishti, the sister-in-law and best friend, is frantically running around, double-checking every detail to ensure everything is perfect for her sister in law Shreya's engagement with Siddharth, her bestie.Shravan, her husband, chuckles as he watches Drishti in action."Dris
“Drishti…” Shravan called out as he walked into the bedroom that night.“Yes, Shravan.” Drishti, who was breast feeding Dhruv, looked up.“You look tired.” Shravan said, seeing the stress lines around Drishti’s face. He felt as if the mischievous spark in her eyes dimmed.“That is because I am hell tired. I never imagined managing Malhotra Constructions would be such a tiring task. How did Paa manage all these years?” Drishti asked with a sigh.Shravan shot a fond smile at her.“I should have handed over the construction business to Damini and taken over Maa’s floral business instead.” Drishti said and Shravan rolled his eyes.She is talking about handing over such a huge business to a young girl who is not even eighteen.“What do you think about a weekend getaway?” Shravan asked and Drishti looked up at Shravan in surprise.It’s always her who pesters him for weekend getaways. It is such a task to get him away from the laptop. And here, the workaholic is asking about going on a weeke
Drishti and Shravan stepped down from the flight and they were welcomed by the hot climate of Zidra deserts.“I am visiting a desert for the first time.” Drishti said.“It is such a shame that being a Rajasthani bride, you never went into the deserts.” Shravan pointed out.“You never took me.” Drishti shot back.“Now it is my fault? You were never interested in going into the desert. You always wanted a beach. In the past six years, it has only gone to a hill station rather than a beach.” Shravan said, pointing at Drishti’s obsession with beaches and surfing.“If you had convinced me well, I would have definitely come.” Drishti said, not willing to lose an argument and as usual Shravan gave up without further arguments.They were here in Zidra as the special guests of the nation’s Crown Prince Sheikh Zayed Ahmed al Zidra.It was the coronation the next day and Shravan and Drishti had planned a desert hiking before they reached the Ahmed Palace. Mithran and Chaahat will be joining them
The coronation ceremony began. The Maheshwaris and Yadavs got special attention as they were guests invited by the Sheikh himself.“This is so grand. Why did India have to be a democratic country? Else we could also have had such festivities in Jaipur.” Drishti said, looking around sadly. Shravan rolled his eyes. His wife is so obsessed with the princess title."I, Zayed Ahmed al Zidra, hereby accept my role as the ruling Sheikh of the Sultanate of Zidra. I shall continue to preserve, and build upon the royal legacy and shall reign with righteousness for the benefit and happiness of the people forever." Sheikh Zayed Ahmed al Zidra vowed, as he stood on the podium, with his right palm over his chest and his eyes staring straight ahead at the people of Zidra."I invite everyone here to share my determination and work together for the nation’s prosperity and the people’s happiness as the ultimate goals," Zayed added.His brothers were standing on either side as he made his vows to his na
Days passed by without waiting for anybody. Shravan and Drishti’s life moved forwards, with the day to day romance and fights.It was one such evening, and Drishti was getting ready to go out for dinner. Drishti had been looking forward to this night for weeks, as it marked their anniversary, a day they usually celebrated with joy and love. It was their sixth wedding anniversary. Six years since that accidental wedding, where they got hitched without even knowing who they were getting married to.It was just pure luck that they fell hopelessly in love with each other. It is still a mystery to them how they, with totally opposite personalities, fell in love with each other. As they stood in front of the mirror, Drishti noticed that Shravan seemed unusually distracted."I can't believe it's been six years already! I am so happy to spend this special day with you!" Drishti said excitedly."Uh, yeah, me too. It's great, but I've got a lot on my mind with work and everything." Shravan sai
The sun begins to set, casting a golden glow over the seaside cafe. The sound of gentle waves crashing against the shore adds a soothing melody to the atmosphere. At a table by the water, sits the lovely couple, Shravan and Drishti. They lean in close, their fingers interlocked, enjoying the tranquil moment together.“You know, I could get used to having date nights like this every day.” Shravan whispered, leaning closer to her.Drishti smiled.“Lemme see how many days you could take out of your busy work schedule.” Drishti said in a teasing tone.“I was trying to be romantic.” Shravan hissed playfully, making Drishti chuckle.“Jokes apart, I am loving it here. There's something so magical about the sea and the setting sun.” Drishti said with a dreamy sigh.Shravan nudged her playfully.“Of course, the beach and Drishti have a special bond that nobody can ever understand.” Shravan said with a chuckle.Drisht laughed at that.“You are right about that.”A passing waiter comes to take t
The living room buzzed with excitement as little Dhruv's first birthday celebration was in full swing. The colourful decorations and the sweet aroma of the cake added to the festive atmosphere. The family and friends had settled in, and Dhruv was the centre of attention, happily crawling around, exploring the world from his tiny vantage point.Shravan, the proud father, tried to keep an eye on Dhruv while also making sure everything was set for the cake cutting. "Shravan, did you check if we have enough candles? We don't want to run out in the middle of the celebration!" Drishti called out to her husband, who was busy arranging the party favours.Shravan rolled his eyes playfully. "Yes, Drishti, I triple-checked. We have plenty of candles. Relax! Let Dhruv enjoy himself without worrying so much."Drishti grinned sheepishly. "I can't help it. It's his first birthday, after all. I want everything to be perfect.""Perfect or not, we're going to have fun!" Damini, Drishti’s sister, ch
"Uncle Vihaan, do you remember when you asked me what I wanted for this Diwali?"Vihaan could sense the seriousness in his niece's voice, signalling that he might not like what she was about to say.Despite being only twelve, she was as challenging and difficult as a full-fledged teenager could be.Ever since his mother had brought Sandhya for a Sunday brunch last week, she had been sulking in her room.Sandhya was his father's childhood friend's granddaughter, and she was also a highly efficient lawyer.His mother had reached her limit with his avoidance of marriage and had taken it upon herself to find him a suitable match.The media had labelled him as a heartless billionaire who treated women poorly, simply because he had never shown interest in any woman before. People believed whatever was written in those cheap tabloids.But Vihaan Malhotra was not a playboy.It wasn't that he wasn't interested in women. He was. For the past thirteen years, his interest had been focused on only
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