"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
"Thank you, Mrs. Trivedi. Our goal is to ensure your satisfaction," Divyanshi said, offering a polite smile to her new client.Mrs. Trivedi had approached Divyanshi to handle the flower decorations and wedding rituals for her daughter's upcoming marriage. Despite the two-hour distance from their place, Mrs. Trivedi had heard rave reviews about Divyanshi's work and had chosen her."I have heard wonderful things about your craftsmanship, which is why I travelled all this way. I want everything to be perfect for my baby's special day," Mrs. Trivedi expressed."Don't worry, Mrs. Trivedi. I promise everything will be flawless," Divyanshi reassured her.With Mrs. Trivedi's departure, Divya proceeded to the garden behind her shop to water the plants before closing up for the day. As she watered the plants, her thoughts wandered back to the past—her love, her baby. Oh, how she missed them both. If only she could have them back, even for a fleeting moment, to hold them close to her heart."Div
"Excuse me, Miss Trilok? Divyanshi Trilok?" His husky voice resonated, stirring up familiar emotions that had remained dormant all these years. However, he didn't recognize her. It was evident. He would have called her Diya, the name he used to address her."Yes," she affirmed her identity, her heart bleeding as it confirmed what his sister had told her years ago. She had denied Divya access to her baby's father, and now, faced with him, she couldn't deny the truth any longer. An accident had wiped out his memory of their shared phase in life. By the time she tried to reach out, he had already left the country for higher studies on a scholarship. She had no way of confirming the truth then, but she had chosen to believe it, as believing otherwise would have made her even more miserable and felt like a betrayal to their love. Now, the evidence stood before her in the form of Miss Divyanshi Trilok with a question mark. However, shouldn't there be a gut memory, a fraction of what she w
Vihaan scooped her up and cradled her against his chest. A pins and needles sensation surged through his body as soon as he touched her. It wasn't the effort of carrying her weight. She was feather-light. It was the way she nestled in his arms, her head dropping onto his shoulders as though they belonged there. His brain couldn't comprehend his feelings."It's too crazy...too beyond rational explanation," he thought. He was certain he had never seen her before. Her eyes resembling Drishti wasn't an explanation either. Drishti was a child, while this woman, Divyanshi, was a grown woman. How did a woman he had never seen before manifest in his dreams and then materialise in front of him, in flesh and blood? Every line of her face is hauntingly familiar. How illogical was that?Ever since he saw her, Vihaan was hopelessly distracted from the purpose of his visit. In his agitation, he had been insensitive in revealing the truth to her. It was clear that she was worried about not receiv
Vihaan couldn't get her smile out of his head. Her face lit up as if thousands of diyas were lit on a Diwali night. He felt as if a hundred Diwalis had come at once. And the smile felt like a jolt of recognition. Recognition of what? He had no idea. He didn't believe in the stupidity of knowing each other in previous lives or the crap about star-crossed lovers taking rebirths to reunite with their lover.He felt suffocated because the feelings were so strong. What was so special about her?Yes, she was a beautiful woman, but he had seen many beautiful women in his life. He had women throw themselves at his feet even before he made his first million. So, what was so different about this particular woman?He found this meeting so damn disturbing and wanted it to end soon. The purpose of the visit was to know whether or not she would be open to the idea of meeting the daughter she had given up years ago. There was no question about that. The memorabilia of Drishti's life on her
As soon as Vihaan entered his apartment, Drishti bombarded him with a barrage of questions."What is she like? Is she pretty? Does she want to meet me? Did you set up a meeting?""Yes, to your last three questions. Now please hold on for a moment," Vihaan said, gently pushing her hyperactive body away and settling her at arm's length.Drishti's face was radiant with excitement, her hands waving like a baby's, her ponytail swinging, and her glittering green eyes—Divyanshi Trilok's eyes—staring into him, desperate for information."Don't be a spoil sport, Uncle Vihaan. I'm dying to know all about her.""Let me pay Mrs. Soodh first."Mrs. Janaki Soodh, a woman in her mid-fifties, was Drishti's nanny."Vihaan beta, you're back?" The woman smiled warmly at him."Yes, Janaki aunty. Were there any calls for me on the landline? My phone seemed to be out of network coverage during the journey.""Oh yes, Sandhya had called. No one else.""Okay, I will call her back tomorrow," Vihaan said.Janak
Divyanshi strolled slowly along the lakeside, feeling a bit early for her lunch with Vihaan and Drishti. If she had stayed in her apartment for a moment longer, she would have succumbed to the anxiety that had led her to change her outfit four times already. She had tried to think about what a twelve-year-old would like to see her mother wearing – smart and classy, soft and feminine, casual and approachable, bright and boldly chic – there were so many looks one might present. Finally, after much contemplation, she settled on vanity. She was wearing a lemon-yellow short-sleeved top and a long emerald green skirt that matched her eyes. And however foolish it might sound, she wanted Vihaan to take a long second look at her. If only he could see her with the same eyes as he did during their first meeting, on their thirteenth anniversary today, maybe the magical connection could happen again. As she neared the deck, she spotted Vihaan leaning against the railing, his profile in view, with
As if a thousand diyas were lit on a Diwali night, as if a hundred Diwalis had come at once. Vihaan stared at her, captivated by that image. Realising how uncannily accurate it was, he thought.‘Isn't that how he felt when he saw her smile?’ And today, when he saw her standing among the crowd, staring straight at him, he couldn't help but wonder, ‘What was that energy that passed between them?’ The energy that caused an electric sensation to pass through his spine. He stared, wishing he could read her mind, wishing she wasn't such an enigma to him. She was still affecting him, and it was not a simple physical attraction. There was some kind of recognition he could feel in his heart. The only way to deal with it was to wait for her to reveal more about herself.Whoever Drishti's real father was, he'd undoubtedly been a smooth-tongued bastard to come up with that apt and evocative description. It was all too clear that the lover boy had taken his merry ride and left her pregnant. Lo
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