“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

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

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

"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

"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