Why should I stay inside when I can be a part of it?" He tapped his cane on the ground with a resolute air. "If you wish to sit inside, you may. But as for me, I will remain here."
A hushed silence followed his words. Those who had gathered to watch the scene felt a mixture of admiration and astonishment. The man, once known for his zest for life, had stayed away from such celebrations for a long time. It made them wonder—what had changed? Why had he distanced himself from his own family and festivities for so many years?
The old man was soon seated in a plush chair on the lawn, where he could overlook the entire gathering. A perfect vantage point. Today was special. He had come not just for the festivities, but with a purpose—to meet both his grandson and granddaughter.
Over the years, Mihir had kept him updated with countless pictures of his sons. He had grown familiar with their faces through the photographs. But today, an unexpected invitation had reached him—a formal request to attend the Holi celebration at the Singhania mansion. It wasn't the invitation that intrigued him, but rather the anonymous message that had accompanied it.
"Come to the party if you wish to see the granddaughter you have been longing for."
The message had stirred something deep within him. He had yearned to see his granddaughter for years, but certain truths had forced him to remain distant. Upon receiving the mysterious note, he had conducted a quiet investigation. Despite his best efforts, he had found nothing conclusive.
And now, the girl who had greeted him so warmly—the one the world recognized as his granddaughter—stood before him. But he knew the truth.
He had done his own tests, and they had led to disappointment.
The girl before him was not his true granddaughter.
Yet, she was young, innocent, and unaware of the circumstances that had placed her in this position. So, he had chosen to let her remain in her place.
But now that he was here, watching the celebration unfold, he knew he wouldn't leave without finding out the truth. Today, amidst the flurry of colors and laughter, the past would begin to unravel.
Here's an improved and expanded version of your scene, turning it into a proper web novel chapter with better flow, grammar, and detailed narration:
Vansh, however, remained on the outskirts of the crowd, standing quietly beside an elderly man who had been observing the event with a composed demeanor. Unlike the rest, the old man seemed detached from the grandeur surrounding him, his eyes keenly watching the movements of a particular individual—Mihir, the host of the evening and an influential businessman.
Vansh had been standing next to him for quite some time now, not speaking a word, just keeping him company. The old man took note of his silent presence, glancing at him occasionally. Something about the young man felt oddly familiar, though it took him a moment to place the face. When realization finally struck, a slow smile crept onto his lips, though he chose not to reveal it immediately.
Clearing his throat, the old man spoke, his voice deep and authoritative, yet carrying a touch of warmth.
"Who are you, young man? Why aren't you with your friends, enjoying the party?" He arched an eyebrow, his curiosity piqued.