Ishaan stood at a distance, watching Ahan giggle as he chased butterflies near the resort gardens. The sunlight danced in the boy’s hair — his hair — and every little gesture, every smile, felt like a mirror into a life Ishaan had missed.
His heart ached, but he knew he couldn’t rush in, not yet. Ahan didn’t know him, not as a father. And Arohi… she wasn’t ready either.
He had to earn his place — not claim it.
Later that afternoon, the resort hosted a family games hour on the lawn. Nina waved Ishaan over as Aman handled a team of kids — Ahan included.
"Ishaan, come help with the kids’ team. We’re short a player,” Nina said with a wink, knowing exactly what she was doing.
Ishaan hesitated, then walked over, crouching beside Ahan who was trying to tie his shoelaces.
“Need a hand, buddy
