As the final fireworks lit up the sky in celebration of Nina and Aman’s wedding, Ishaan stood in the shadows, his heart beating heavier than it had in years.
He couldn’t shake the image from his mind—Ahan, those wide curious eyes, the way he smiled, the softness in his voice when he said “Mumma.”
That boy looked so much like him when he was young.
The same dimpled cheeks.
The exact almond-shaped eyes.
Even his stubborn cowlick at the top of his hair.
Ishaan felt it. In his gut.
But Arohi’s sharp refusal echoed in his ears—“It’s none of your business.”
As the wedding crowd began to disperse and the music faded, Ishaan slipped away to a quiet hallway near the resort entrance. He pulled out his phone and dialed quickly.
The line picked up. “Sir?”
“Find everything you can on Arohi. W
