"Mihir Sahab, it's good to see you back," the businessman, Mr. Jetly, said warmly. "Tell me, where is your son? The young and dynamic Vansh, the one who reminds me so much of his grandfather." His eyes gleamed with admiration as he continued, "Whenever I see him, it takes me back to the days when Senior Singhania was a master in the business world. I have a strong feeling that Vansh will surpass his grandfather's legacy."
Mihir's chest swelled with pride. A slight smile played on his lips as he nodded. "You're absolutely right, Mr. Jetly. Every father dreams of being recognized through his child's achievements. Fortunately, for me, that dream has turned into reality. It's an honor to be known as Vansh's father."
Mr. Jetly chuckled. "Spoken like a true proud father. By the way, I heard that Maithili's daughter is also here at the party. Where is she? I haven't seen her yet."
Mihir's smile dimmed slightly at the mention of Drishti. He glanced around, as if expecting to spot her in the crowd, but she was nowhere in sight. "Oh, she must be with her friends," he said nonchalantly, though there was a slight edge to his tone.
Not entirely satisfied, Mr. Jetly nodded but didn't push further. Mihir, however, turned to a nearby helper and gestured for him to come closer. "Go find Vansh and Drishti," he instructed. "Tell them to come here immediately."
The helper nodded and hurried off into the crowd, leaving Mihir lost in thought.
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Meanwhile, Drishti was trying to blend into the lively Holi celebrations, but the nagging feeling of being ignored refused to fade. She stole a glance at Vansh, who was now surrounded by his friends, laughing and smearing colors on each other. He looked so effortlessly at ease, as if he belonged there—completely oblivious to her turmoil.
Was I expecting too much? she wondered. Should I have walked up to them myself?
She hated this uncertainty that gnawed at her. She had always been composed, calculating, someone who planned every step ahead. But today, her emotions had gotten the best of her, leaving her feeling raw and exposed.
Just then, the helper reached them and leaned close to Vansh. "Sir, Mihir Sir has asked you and Drishti mam to go to him immediately."
At the mention of her name, Vansh frowned slightly, as if just realizing her absence. He turned his gaze toward the crowd, searching for her. When his eyes finally met hers, Drishti felt her breath hitch for a second.
Finally, she thought, her lips pressing into a firm line.
She wasn't sure what awaited her in that meeting, but one thing was clear—she wouldn't allow herself to be overlooked.