“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.
