Ananya stirred in her sleep, stretching lazily as the first rays of the morning sun filtered through the curtains. Her hair was slightly tousled, and her eyes held a hint of sleepiness mixed with the calm determination she always carried. Slowly, she got up and made her way to the washroom. She treated her wounds carefully—her hand and her leg—tending to herself with quiet precision, before heading downstairs.

In the dining hall, everyone was gathered—Meenakshi arranging the morning tea, Rajveer going through some papers, and Rohan and Sanya playfully nudging each other.

"Anu, apne aap kyu aai? Mujhe ya kisi aur ko bula leti, baccha," said Meenakshi gently, placing her hand on Ananya’s arm and guiding her to sit on a chair.

"Mujhe bhook lag rahi hai, mumma… toh awaz nahi nikal rahi, isliye nahi bulaya," said Ananya with a small smile, lowering her gaze modestly.

Rohan leaned back, wiping fake tears from his eyes, and said dramatically, "Finally, our bhabhi is back in form!"

"Yes, bhai! Bhabhi wapas aa gayi!" said Sanya, wrapping her arms around Rohan in a dramatic hug.

Ananya chuckled, shaking her head, "Tum dono nahi sudhroge," teasingly.

Rohan mock-pouted, "Arey bhabhi, hum toh bas aapki recovery celebrate kar rahe the!"

Sanya added with a grin, "Haan bhabhi, ab humari morning entertainment bhi wapas aa gayi!"

Ananya laughed softly, enjoying the warmth of their playful banter, her heart lifting a little at the sight of the family around her.

Rajveer smiled quietly from his seat, muttering, "Tumhare tabiyat ab theek hain na, Anu…??."

Ananya nodded," Yes papa, sab theek hai."

Meenakshi ruffled her hair, "Chalo phir, breakfast start karte hain."

Rohan leaned forward again, "Bhabhi, aaj ka menu kya hai? Special treat chahiye!"

Ananya smirked, "Tum logon ke liye special hi hona chahiye, nahi toh main khud hi enjoy kar lungi."

Sanya laughed, "Haan bhabhi, khud hi enjoy mat kar lena… humein bhi thoda mile!"

The soft echo of footsteps made everyone in the dining hall pause. Heads turned instinctively, and the room fell into a sudden, tense silence.

Devansh entered, his tall frame commanding attention. Every step he took seemed to radiate authority. The air changed instantly, charged with an unspoken intensity.

“Hey… everyone,” he said casually, but the faint crease on his forehead betrayed his awareness of something off.

Rohan and Sanya exchanged nervous glances, their smiles forced. “Hi bhai… how are you?” they stammered in unison.

“I’m fine. What about you guys?” Devansh asked, raising an eyebrow, his gaze sharp.

“Theek hi hai,” both replied in unison, voices trembling slightly.

Meenakshi stepped forward, trying to diffuse the tension. “How was everything, beta?”

“Fine, maa,” Devansh replied shortly, but his attention was already scanning the room.

And then his eyes fell on Ananya. She was sitting quietly, head bowed, her posture guarded.

His gaze sharpened when it landed on her bandaged hand. Without a word, he strode over, each step deliberate and heavy with concern. He gently took her hand in his.

“What happened, Anu?” His voice was calm but edged with an intensity that sent a shiver down the spines of everyone present.

Ananya looked up briefly, trying to offer a weak smile. “It’s… nothing, Dev. Just an accident.”

Devansh’s brows furrowed deeper. “Nothing? And why didn’t you tell me, Anu? And wait… so this was what you were hiding from me? How can you do that?” His voice cracked slightly, a mixture of anger and fear.

“Dev… calm down, it’s just an accident. I’m fine, really,” Ananya tried to reassure him, her voice soft and trembling.

“No, Anu! This isn’t fair. You can’t keep me in the dark like this. Come with me—now. We’re going to the hospital,” Devansh said firmly, his tone leaving no room for argument.

“I… it’s alright, Dev. No need. I’m really okay,” Ananya insisted, trying to pull her hand back.

Devansh shook his head, his eyes hard yet full of concern. “No. You are coming with me. End of discussion.” He gently but firmly grasped her hand.

As he moved, Ananya winced sharply in pain. “Ahh!!” she cried, clutching her leg instinctively.

Devansh froze for a moment, eyes darting down to her foot. He immediately crouched slightly, examining the injury, his jaw tightening.

“Anu… why didn’t you tell me it was this bad?” His voice was low but dangerous, a storm barely contained beneath calm words.

“Dev… I… I didn’t want to bother you. It’s really okay,” Ananya whispered, trying to mask the pain.

“No! You think I can just let you sit here and suffer? Are you crazy?” His tone was sharp, authoritative, but laced with fear and helplessness.

Rajveer stepped forward, placing a firm hand on Devansh’s shoulder. “Dev… take a deep breath. You can take her to the hospital, yes—but calm down first. Don’t make things worse.”

Meenakshi added softly, her eyes filled with worry, “Beta, just breathe. She’s hurt, yes, but let’s not panic. Take it slow…”

Devansh’s gaze flicked between them, a brief flash of hesitation crossing his face. But his protective instinct won over in an instant. Without a word, he bent down and lifted Ananya carefully into his arms.

“Dev… wait—she’s fragile, beta, be careful,” Rajveer warned.

“I know exactly what I’m doing papa,” Devansh replied firmly, his voice unyielding. He cradled her gently against his chest, the warmth of his body pressing comfortingly against hers.

Ananya buried her face into his shoulder, her voice barely a whisper, “Dev… it’s okay… really…”

“No, Anu. Nothing about you is ever ‘okay’ if you’re hurt. Not while I’m around,” he said firmly, his grip tightening protectively.

As he carried her through the grand hallway, the tension in the house was palpable. Sanya and Rohan watched silently, realizing they could not intervene. Meenakshi’s hand clutched Rajveer’s arm, both parents silently praying for their daughter’s safety.

Devansh moved like a man on a mission, each step measured yet unrelenting, his mind focused only on getting Ananya to safety. Every thought, every ounce of his energy, was devoted to her.

When they reached the car, he gently settled her into the passenger seat. “Hold on tight, Anu. We’re almost there.”

Ananya closed her eyes, letting herself be guided entirely by him, the safety of his presence temporarily soothing the storm raging inside her.

As the car sped off toward the hospital, the mansion fell silent. The weight of what had just happened lingered, and everyone could feel the invisible thread of tension that now tied Ananya and Devansh’s hearts together in a mix of fear, care, and unspoken love.

Devansh drove with a controlled calm, but his eyes flicked toward Ananya every few seconds. She was nestled against the seat, her head slightly turned away, trying not to show the discomfort on her face.

“Anu… tell me, did it hurt much?” he asked, his voice low but firm, eyes never leaving the road.

“I… I’m fine, Dev,” she whispered, her voice shaky.

“Don’t ‘I’m fine’ me, Anu. Your hand… your leg… they’re bandaged, yes, but that’s not enough for me to just sit here calmly,” he said, his jaw tightening.

Ananya looked down, fiddling with the edge of her sleeve. “I didn’t want to worry anyone… especially you,” she admitted softly.

“Worry me?” Devansh’s tone softened slightly but still carried an edge. “Anu… do you have any idea what it feels like to see you hurt and not know? You think I can just sit here quietly?”

She hesitated, then murmured, “I just… I didn’t want to make things worse…”

“You didn’t make things worse. You just didn’t tell me. That’s what worries me,” he said, glancing at her briefly. “Do you even realize how dangerous it is to keep things from me?”

“I… I thought I could handle it,” she whispered, her fingers twisting in her lap.

Devansh exhaled sharply and took a deep breath. “Anu… I don’t care if you think you can handle anything. I’m the one who will handle it with you. You don’t do this alone—ever. Understand?”

“Yes… I understand,” she murmured, voice trembling slightly.

He reached out, lightly placing his hand over hers. “Good. You listen to me now. No more hiding things. Not from me, not from anyone who cares about you. You hear me?”

“Yes… Dev,” she replied, her eyes glistening with unshed tears.

“Alright,” he said, giving her hand a reassuring squeeze before letting go and focusing back on the road. “We’ll get you to the hospital. And I swear… I’m not letting anyone touch you until I know you’re completely okay.”

Ananya’s lips curved slightly, a small smile breaking through her tension. “You really are impossible, you know that?”

Devansh smirked without taking his eyes off the road. “Impossible? Maybe. But for you? I’ll always be relentless.”

She laughed softly, the sound shaky but genuine. “Relentless, huh? I’ll remember that, Mr. Singhania.”

“And you better,” he said, voice firm but laced with warmth. “Now rest. We’re almost there.”

Ananya leaned back slightly, closing her eyes for a moment, letting the steadiness of his presence calm her nerves. Devansh stole a quick glance at her, heart tightening at how fragile she looked, and tightened his grip on the steering wheel, determined to protect her no matter what.

The hospital lights glared as Devansh stepped into the parking lot, his pace unyielding. He carried Ananya carefully in his arms, her body light yet fragile, and his mind raced with worry.

“Dev… it’s alright… really,” Ananya murmured, trying to calm him, but her voice was barely audible.

“Don’t talk. Save your energy,” he said, gently pressing his forehead to hers for a brief moment, as if to reassure himself that she was safe in his arms. “We’re here now. Stay still.”

Hospital staff quickly noticed them, and a nurse stepped forward. “Sir, we need her in emergency immediately!”

Devansh didn’t hesitate. “Take the stretcher. Handle her carefully,” he instructed, refusing to let go of her. He guided them as they wheeled her into the emergency wing.

Once inside, Devansh placed her gently on a bed. “Anu… stay calm, alright? Everything will be fine,” he whispered, his hands lingering near hers, ensuring she felt his presence.

The doctors quickly examined her. “Sir, we need to clean the wounds properly and check for any deeper injuries,” one said.

Devansh nodded curtly. “Do what’s needed. And make sure she’s comfortable. No unnecessary pain.”

As the treatment began, Ananya’s breaths were shallow. Devansh stayed by her side, lightly holding her hand, murmuring, “Breathe, Anu… just breathe. I’m here.”

She closed her eyes, trying to steady herself under his watchful gaze. “I’m sorry… I shouldn’t have hidden this,” she whispered.

“Stop apologizing,” he said firmly, his thumb rubbing her hand. “I don’t want to hear that from you. You’re allowed to be human. You’re allowed to be hurt. And I’m allowed to be angry that you didn’t tell me.”

The doctor cleaned the cuts on her foot and hand carefully. “Mrs.Singhania, you’re very lucky. The glass could have caused a severe infection. You need to rest properly after this,” he said.

Devansh’s jaw tightened. “I’ll make sure she rests,” he said, glaring at no one in particular but making it clear he was not leaving her side.

Ananya’s breathing slowed slightly, comforted by his presence. “Thank you… for… being here,” she said softly.

“I’ll always be here. You don’t ever have to do this alone again,” he replied, gently brushing a stray strand of hair from her face.

The doctor finished applying antiseptic and bandaging her wounds. “She’s stable now. Make sure she rests, no strenuous activity, and keep her stress-free. That’s very important.”

Devansh’s eyes met the doctor’s. “Understood. She’s under my supervision. I’ll handle everything else.”

Ananya tried to sit up slightly, but Devansh held her gently. “No. Don’t even think about moving. You stay right here. I’m not letting you do anything risky.”

She sighed softly, leaning back into him. “You really don’t trust me at all, huh?”

“I trust you to take care of yourself,” he said, his tone serious. “But I don’t trust anyone else to take care of you the way I will. That’s the difference.”

She closed her eyes, finally letting herself relax a little, feeling the weight of both her pain and relief. Devansh stayed there, watching over her, ensuring that for now, nothing could hurt her—not physically, and certainly not emotionally.

The drive back to the mansion was quiet, the hum of the engine and the occasional traffic sounds filling the silence. Devansh’s hands gripped the steering wheel tightly, but his gaze kept flicking toward Ananya in the passenger seat. Her head rested slightly on the seat, eyes closed, her face pale but calmer than before.

“Anu… can you manage?” he asked softly, breaking the quiet, though his voice carried a careful urgency.

“I… I’m okay, Dev,” she murmured, voice weak.

“Don’t just say that,” he said, reaching over to place a hand on hers. “I need you to feel it. You’re okay, but I’m staying right here, and nothing will happen to you. Understand?”

She nodded faintly, leaning slightly into his touch, the warmth of his hand a silent reassurance.

By the time they reached the mansion, the sun had dipped lower, casting long shadows across the driveway. As Devansh opened the car door, he lifted Ananya carefully in his arms once more. She didn’t resist, letting herself be carried, fully trusting him.

Inside, Rajveer and Meenakshi were waiting in the hallway, concern etched on their faces. The moment they saw her, their eyes widened, and they rushed forward.

“Anu! Are you alright?” Meenakshi asked, reaching out instinctively.

“I’m… fine, mumma,” Ananya whispered, still leaning against Devansh.

Rajveer placed a comforting hand on Devansh’s shoulder. “What did doctor say??,” he said, voice firm .

Devansh setting Ananya gently on the sofa in the living room. “She’s fine now. The doctor checked her thoroughly. No complications.”

Devansh carried Ananya gently into their room, each step deliberate, careful not to jostle her. He lowered her onto the bed with a tenderness that contrasted sharply with his usually stern demeanor. Sitting beside her, he took her hand in his, fingers brushing lightly over her bandaged skin.

“Why didn’t you tell me, Anu?” Devansh asked, his voice low, but heavy with concern.

Ananya’s gaze met his briefly, her lips trembling. “I… I didn’t want to trouble you, Dev,” she whispered, her voice barely audible.

Devansh’s jaw tightened, and his grip on her hand firmed just slightly. “You can’t trouble me, Anu. You will never. So stop saying that,” he said firmly, his eyes locking onto hers.

“I… I promise I won’t hide anything from you again,” Ananya said, her voice soft, almost pleading. She nodded, the weight of her earlier panic slowly receding in the safety of his presence.

“Good. Now take some rest,” Devansh instructed gently, brushing a stray strand of hair from her face.

Ananya carefully lay down, curling slightly under the duvet. Devansh pulled it over her, tucking the edges neatly around her. After a few moments, the tension in her body eased, and her eyelids fluttered shut as sleep claimed her.

Devansh remained seated beside her, his gaze sweeping over her sleeping figure. Her features were relaxed, yet there was still a fragile beauty in the way she rested. The soft rise and fall of her chest, the gentle curve of her lips, and the peaceful stillness of her hands made his chest tighten with an emotion he couldn’t quite name. His mind briefly flickered back to her past—the trauma, the secrets, the battles she had fought silently—and he felt a surge of protective instinct.

Finally, with a deep, controlled breath, he rose from the bed, leaving her sleeping peacefully. His thoughts were heavy as he made his way downstairs. The living room was calm, but the tension in his shoulders betrayed his inner turmoil. Kabir, who had just arrived, looked up as Devansh entered.

“Why didn’t anyone tell me about her condition?” Devansh demanded, his voice edged with frustration but controlled.

Kabir exchanged a glance with Rajveer and Meenakshi before stepping forward cautiously. “Dev… she didn’t want to worry you. She thought it was better to handle it quietly,” Kabir explained.

“Quietly?” Devansh repeated, his voice rising slightly. “Anu is my wife. If something happens to her, there’s no ‘quietly.’ Everyone should’ve told me immediately!”

Meenakshi placed a calming hand on his arm. “Beta, we were just trying to protect her. She’s safe now, and that’s what matters. Dev, trust us.”

Devansh ran a hand through his hair, frustration still lingering. “Safe? Safe doesn’t cut it maa. She’s been hurting alone while all of you stayed silent?”

Rajveer spoke, his voice firm yet controlled. “We stayed silent because she wanted it that way. But now she’s resting, and that’s what’s important. You need to focus on keeping her safe from now on, Devansh.”

Kabir stepped closer, eyes locked on Devansh’s. “We didn’t hide it out of malice. She asked us not to tell you, and we respected her wishes. But we all agree—you need to be there for her now. No more hiding, no more silence.”

Devansh exhaled sharply, his gaze distant for a moment as he processed their words. Finally, he nodded, his jaw firm, and his voice softer but resolute. “Fine. I’ll make sure nothing ever happens to her again. No one, and I mean no one, will ever hurt her. Understood?”

Kabir, Rajveer, and Meenakshi exchanged approving glances, relief flooding their expressions. Devansh’s protective intensity had returned, and now Ananya would truly have someone watching over her—someone who wouldn’t let her face the world alone.

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1 WEEK LATER

Ananya was sitting at her sleek, oak-finished desk in her cabin at Singhania Group of Companies, her posture upright but relaxed. Sunlight streamed softly through the large glass windows, glinting off the files spread before her. Her wounds—on her hand and foot—were now healing; the bandages had been removed, leaving faint, tender marks that reminded her of the vulnerability she had endured. Her fingers absently traced the edge of a file as she sifted through contracts and reports, her mind half-focused, half-lost in thought.

The door to her cabin creaked open, breaking her concentration. She looked up and saw Devansh standing there. His expression was calm, but the sharp set of his jaw and the way his dark eyes pierced through her made it clear he was far from relaxed. Each step he took toward her radiated authority and silent warning.

“Why did you cancel the contract with VMK Industries, Ananya?” His voice was low, controlled, but carried an unmistakable edge of danger.

Ananya didn’t look up immediately. She kept her gaze fixed on the documents in front of her, her hands stilling slightly as she flipped a page. Silence hung thick in the air.

Devansh’s patience began to wear thin. “I’m asking you something, Ananya. I expect an answer.” His tone sharpened, though his eyes never left hers.

Ananya slowly raised her eyes to meet his, her expression calm, almost defiant. “I didn’t want Singhania Group of Companies to sign a contract with VMK Industries,” she said evenly.

Devansh’s brows furrowed. “And why is that?” he demanded, stepping closer until the distance between them was charged with unspoken tension.

“Because I don’t want to,” she replied simply, her voice steady, though her heart raced slightly under his intense gaze.

Devansh’s hand instinctively clenched into a fist at his side, his voice dropping to a dangerously low tone. “You don’t want to? That’s not a reason. This is business, Ananya. It’s not about what you feel. You can’t just make decisions for the company based on… your whims.”

Ananya’s eyes didn’t waver. She closed the file in front of her and placed it neatly aside. “And who made you the sole decision-maker here, Devansh? I am the CISO here, and I make decisions that I think are right for the company. I have my reasons, and I don’t owe you an explanation.”

Devansh’s gaze hardened, his entire body tense. He leaned slightly forward, his voice low but commanding. “I don’t want your reasons. I want your honesty. This isn’t just about business—it’s about what I’ve entrusted to you. If there’s even a hint of personal bias affecting your choices, I need to know now.”

Ananya held his gaze, unflinching. “There is no personal bias. I made this choice for the company’s benefit, not to spite anyone. And you’ll have to trust me on that.”

Without another word, Ananya strode out of her cabin, her heels clicking against the polished floor with controlled rhythm. Each step exuded purpose, but beneath that, her chest heaved slightly, betraying the inner turmoil she had just endured. Devansh remained in the cabin, his dark eyes following her retreating figure, frustration and helplessness bubbling up inside him.

He clenched his jaw and grabbed the glass lying on his desk, the cool surface slipping against his fingers. In a sudden, sharp motion, he hurled it against the wall. The glass shattered into a thousand fragments, the sharp sound echoing like a scream in the otherwise silent office. Devansh stood there, his fists tight, the anger in his chest threatening to consume him.

“Dono Miya biwi ek jese hai.”

The voice came calmly but carried weight, making Devansh turn sharply. Kabir was leaning casually against the doorframe, hands in his pockets, an unreadable expression on his face.

“You knew it, right?” Devansh demanded, his voice low but seething, a dangerous undertone in every word.

“Of course I knew, Dev,” Kabir said calmly, his tone steady, unwavering.

“Why?” Devansh’s voice was sharper this time, eyes narrowing.

Kabir pushed himself off the doorframe, stepping closer. “Do you know who the Manager of VMK Industries really is?”

Devansh frowned, the corner of his jaw tightening. “Of course—it’s Mr. Bakshi.”

Kabir shook his head slowly. “Ranvijay Khurana.”

Devansh froze, the name hitting him like a bullet. His eyes widened slightly, then narrowed again with controlled fury. He turned to Kabir, searching his friend’s eyes for confirmation, and Kabir simply nodded.

“Ranvijay Khurana…” Devansh muttered under his breath, his jaw tightening until the tendons stood out, his hands clenching at his sides. His lips pressed into a hard line. The man behind Ananya’s past, the one who had tormented her, manipulated everyone, and tried to destroy her reputation—the thought of him filled Devansh with a cold, simmering rage.

Kabir’s voice pulled him from his spiraling thoughts. “There’s one more thing you need to know.”

Devansh turned sharply, his dark eyes piercing Kabir’s face. “What is it?”

Kabir’s next words made Devansh freeze completely. His entire body stiffened, disbelief flashing across his features.

“Ananya loves you, Dev. She… she needs you.”

The words hung in the air like a thunderclap. Devansh felt his heartbeat pound in his ears. He couldn’t believe it. His chest tightened, his mind racing to reconcile the woman he thought he knew—the quiet, composed Ananya—with the depth of feelings Kabir had just revealed.

“You know how she got hurt?” Kabir continued, his tone calm but firm. “The day when we had that meeting with the Manager of VMK Industries… she had a panic attack. That’s why her hand and her foot were injured. She was terrified, Dev. She almost broke under the pressure of the past and that… that man.”

Devansh’s fists tightened again, his nails digging into his palms. His jaw ached, a reflection of the anger and guilt burning inside him.

Kabir’s voice softened slightly, but his words cut through the room with precision. “She loved you since our childhood. She was going to tell you… she was going to propose, but that day… that day you told her you loved HER. And she—she stayed silent. She never let you know her feelings, Dev, not even when she wanted to.”

Devansh’s dark eyes searched the empty cabin, then flicked to the shattered glass on the floor. His mind raced, heart pounding with conflicting emotions—shock, guilt, love, and an undeniable urgency to fix what he hadn’t even realized needed fixing.

Kabir stepped closer, his voice almost a whisper now, but every word carried weight. “She’s been hiding her pain, Dev. Hiding her love for you. She can’t bear for you to know the truth of her feelings… but she’s yours. You need to be there for her, before anything else happens.”

Devansh ran a hand over his face, his jaw tightening as he paced the cabin. His voice was low, almost a growl, but filled with anguish.

“How can I… how can I give her my love, Kabir?” he muttered, his eyes dark with conflict. “I’m still bound… still chained to the past. The past I can’t… I can’t let go of. How can I make her feel love, happy, when I’m not even free myself?”

Kabir leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed, watching him with a mix of patience and exasperation. His voice was firm, cutting through Devansh’s spiraling thoughts.

“Dev… it’s been years since her death. YEARS! How long are you going to let it control you? You can’t live your life chained to ghosts, man. You need to move on. She’s here. She’s in front of you, breathing, living, loving you quietly all these years… waiting.”

Devansh’s shoulders slumped slightly, his gaze dropping to the shattered glass on the floor. His voice wavered, haunted by memories.

“I know… I know, Kabir… but it’s not that easy. Every time I think of loving her… I see her pain, her fear, and I feel like I’m betraying her in some way. What if I fail her?”

Kabir stepped closer, placing a hand firmly on Devansh’s shoulder. His tone softened, but there was steel underneath.

“Dev… she doesn’t need perfection. She needs YOU. The man she’s loved silently all these years. Stop living in the past. Stop letting your guilt and fear dictate what’s happening now. She’s giving you a chance—don’t waste it.”

Devansh’s fists clenched at his sides. His dark eyes met Kabir’s, burning with both fear and longing.

“Move on… how do I even begin, Kabir?”

Kabir gave him a small, knowing smile. “Start by opening your heart to her. That’s where it begins, Dev. Everything else… will follow. She’s been strong enough to face her demons—now it’s your turn to face yours.”

Devansh’s jaw tightened, and he took a slow, deep breath. The air in the room seemed to thicken with tension, anticipation, and a brewing storm of emotions.

“Kabir… it’s not easy,” he said finally, his voice low and hoarse, almost a whisper. “To move on… to forget someone… someone I loved more than anything… more than myself.” His hands clenched into fists at his sides, the veins on his forearms standing out as if mirroring his inner tension.

Kabir stood a few feet away, leaning against the doorframe, arms crossed, his eyes fixed on his best friend with a mixture of patience and concern. He could feel the storm raging inside Devansh, could almost hear the echoes of the past haunting him. Finally, he stepped forward, placing a firm hand on Devansh’s shoulder.

“I understand yaar,” Kabir said softly, letting his voice carry both empathy and insistence. “But you have to… kab tak tu aese rahega, yaar? You’re not just holding yourself back—you’re holding Anu back too. Tu sirf Anu ki hi nahi, apni bhi zindagi barbad kar raha hai.”

Devansh’s dark eyes met Kabir’s, the flicker of pain and hesitation still alive in them. “But… how can I do this, Kabir?” he asked, his voice cracking slightly. “How can I just… move on when she’s been… she’s been everything to me?”

Kabir’s expression softened, but there was determination in his gaze. “You can, buddy. Don’t doubt yourself. Don’t doubt her either. She’s been strong all this time, waiting quietly, silently… and now it’s your turn. Open your eyes, Dev. Don’t let the past chain you anymore.”

The words hung in the room, heavy and tense, as both men stood in silence. The faint hum of the city outside was a distant backdrop to the storm of emotions inside the cabin. Devansh’s shoulders slumped slightly, but there was a flicker in his eyes—a spark of resolve, however small, battling against the shadows of memory.

Kabir let his hand remain on Devansh’s shoulder for a moment longer. “You’re not alone, yaar. Not anymore. And for Anu… you have to try.”

Devansh took a slow, measured breath, feeling the weight on his chest ease slightly. He remained silent for a few moments, processing Kabir’s words, letting the gravity of what he had to do sink in.

For a long moment, they stood in silence, the tension easing just slightly, the air charged with unspoken emotions. Devansh finally turned toward the door, his stride purposeful, his heart pounding. Every step he would take from here would be a step closer to Ananya—and to confronting the feelings he had hidden for years.

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Ananya entered the Rathore mansion, her heels clicking softly against the polished floor. She moved with measured steps, crossing her arms over her chest, her brows slightly furrowed. Her mind was still tangled in frustration, and it showed in the slight pout she wore.

Harshad and Radhika, who had been engrossed in their files, looked up simultaneously. Their eyes fell on Ananya, and a soft smile appeared on Radhika’s face.

“Anu, kya hua baccha? Sab theek?” she asked gently, rising from her seat and placing a hand on Ananya’s shoulder.

“Yes, mom,” Ananya said, her voice calm, but her tone betrayed the sulkiness she was trying to hide.

Harshad chuckled, shaking his head. “Pakka phir se inn dono ki ladai ho gayi hai,” he remarked teasingly, glancing at Radhika.

Ananya shot him a sharp glare. “Papa!” she hissed, crossing her arms tighter.

Harshad shook his head at her antics, smiling knowingly.

“Yaar… Dev ka struggle dekh ke bada maza aata hai,” he whispered to Radhika.

Radhika smiled softly, shaking her head. “Inki yahi chhoti ladai se hi inki bond aur bhi zada gehri hoti jaati hai.Chalo, thoda drama ka maza lete hai” she murmured back.

Just then, the soft sound of footsteps echoed from the hallway. All eyes turned, and Devansh appeared. His presence was commanding, his usual aura of calm authority surrounding him.

Ananya immediately turned her head to the other side, her arms still crossed, lips pressed into a thin line.

“Hmph,” she muttered under her breath, keeping her distance deliberately.

Devansh sighed, running a hand through his hair. “Anu… let’s go,” he said softly, taking a cautious step closer.

Ananya didn’t move. Her gaze stayed fixed on the floor, stubborn as ever.

Harshad whispered to Radhika, “Dekh rahi ho? Ye dono, drama ka ultimate combination hai.”

Radhika chuckled quietly, “Haan… aur mujhe lagta hai Dev thoda impatient ho gaya hai.”

Devansh stepped closer, his voice lowering, gentle but firm. “Sorry na yaar… chalo na ab.”

Still, Ananya remained silent.

He glanced briefly at her parents, silently asking for help, but both of them just shrugged. Harshad’s eyes twinkled with amusement, while Radhika’s lips pressed into a thin, patient line.

Devansh took a deep breath and bent down slightly to meet her level. His dark eyes softened as he spoke, “Anu… let’s go. I’m sorry, baccha.”

The word baccha made Ananya’s heart skip a beat. She felt a flutter in her chest, an almost forbidden warmth spreading inside her, but she quickly squashed it, straightening her arms and looking away to maintain her sulking demeanor.

Seeing her defiance, Devansh tried a different tactic. “Ice cream chahiye??” he asked, tilting his head slightly with a hopeful smile.

Ananya’s lips twitched at the corner, betraying her amusement, but she stayed silent, refusing to give him the satisfaction of responding.

“With your favourite pasta,” Devansh added, a small smirk playing on his lips, as he tried to coax her.

Harshad chuckled under his breath, “Aha… strategy change! Ice cream aur pasta—hamesha kaam karta hai.”

Radhika softly nudged Harshad, “Shhh… Anu ka mood ab thoda soft ho raha hai.”

Ananya, still pretending to be angry, didn’t reply. But her lips, soft and slightly parted, betrayed her struggle not to smile.

Devansh leaned slightly closer, his voice dropping to a gentle, persuasive tone. “I promise… I’ll buy you this. Please… forgive me, Anu. Let’s go.”

Her lips finally lifted in a small, almost imperceptible smile. Her arms slowly relaxed, the stubborn pout fading slightly. She looked up at him, eyes meeting his, a mixture of exasperation and affection.

Radhika whispered to Harshad, “Dekh rahe ho? Bas itna chhota sa gesture aur ye dono phir se… thoda close ho gaye.”

Harshad nodded, “Haan… aur yeh drama toh abhi shuru hi hua hai.”

Ananya finally spoke, her voice soft but firm, “Fine… but only because you’re bribing me with ice cream.”

Devansh chuckled, a deep, relieved sound, and extended his hand. “Deal. C’mon, Anu,” he said, his gaze warm and playful, reflecting both relief and something deeper—an unspoken bond between them that even a little sulking couldn’t break.

Ananya finally allowed herself to take his hand, letting him guide her forward, though her lips still carried a teasing twitch as if to remind him she wasn’t completely defeated yet.

Harshad and Radhika exchanged amused smiles, watching their daughter and son-in-law, knowing full well that the stubborn walls between them were slowly, inevitably, melting.

As Ananya and Devansh finally left the mansion, hand in hand, their little drama settled… at least for now. Harshad and Radhika were left behind in the living room, silently watching the door close.

“Bas itna hi??” Harshad finally asked, raising an eyebrow, his tone a mix of disbelief and amusement.

“Come on, Harsh… kuch bhi,” Radhika said, shaking her head, a small smile tugging at her lips.

Harshad chuckled, running a hand through his hair. “I’m just kidding, baby. Don’t look at me like that.”

“Wherever,” Radhika replied, her voice playful but fond, leaning back on the sofa.

The room fell into a comfortable silence, both of them lost in thought about their children—how stubborn, how stubbornly loving, and how utterly impossible to stop when it came to their hearts.

As they stepped into the car, the soft leather seats welcoming them, a comfortable silence settled between Ananya and Devansh. The city lights flickered past as Devansh started the engine, and for a moment, all that existed was the quiet hum of the car and the rhythm of their breathing.

“So… are we good now?” Devansh asked, glancing at her from the corner of his eye, a teasing edge in his tone.

Ananya raised an eyebrow, her lips twitching in a half-smile. “Depends… are you going to try to bribe me with more ice cream and pasta next?”

Devansh chuckled, a low, warm sound. “Maybe. But you know, I’m getting better at this. Persuasion… my forte.”

Ananya rolled her eyes, but her heart betrayed her, fluttering slightly at his presence. “Hmm… yeah right. I’ve heard that before, Mr. Persuasion.”

Devansh smirked and leaned back slightly. Then he said softly, yet with that dangerous undertone that made her pulse quicken, “You know, I wouldn’t trade a single second with you… not for anything.”

Ananya’s heart skipped a beat at his words. She swallowed hard, trying to steady herself, and before she could say anything, Devansh winked at her—a confident, teasing glint in his eyes—and pressed the accelerator.

Ananya exhaled slowly, thinking to herself, “Ye pakka apna sar diwar pe thukwa ke aaya hai.” Yet, despite her internal protest, a smile tugged at her lips.

The car smoothly glided through the quiet streets, the city lights painting streaks of gold and silver across the windshield. Devansh’s hand rested casually on the gear, his gaze flicking occasionally to Ananya.

“So… you’re still sulking, huh?” he asked, a teasing lilt in his voice.

Ananya folded her arms, her lips pressing into a line. “Maybe I am. Maybe I’m not. Depends on how convincing your ice cream and pasta offer is.”

Devansh chuckled, the sound warm and low. “I’m telling you, my persuasion game has improved. Next time, I might even throw in a movie of your choice.”

Ananya tilted her head, giving him a look of mock suspicion. “Hmm… a movie, huh? What if it’s one of those cheesy romances you secretly love?”

He smirked. “Hey! I only watch them to study how people fall in love… like you.”

Her heart skipped again at his words, and she quickly looked out the window, hoping he wouldn’t notice the way her cheeks warmed.

“Uh-huh,” she muttered, pretending to be unimpressed. “Keep telling yourself that.”

Devansh leaned slightly closer, his voice dropping just enough to make her pulse flutter. “I mean it, Anu. Every time I see you… it’s like the world slows down. And somehow, everything else… doesn’t matter.”

Ananya’s hand tightened on the seat as she swallowed hard. She wanted to say something, anything, but words failed her. Instead, she let out a soft laugh, trying to hide the effect his words had on her.

“You’re ridiculous, you know that?” she said, still keeping her gaze on the passing streetlights.

He winked at her, that same confident, infuriating wink that made her chest flutter. “Maybe. But you love it.”

Ananya groaned, half in exasperation, half in amusement. “Don’t push your luck, Devansh.”

He leaned back, eyes forward, but the smirk never left his lips. “I don’t push. I just… remind you how much fun we can have together.”

For a moment, they drove in silence, the hum of the engine filling the comfortable space. But even in silence, there was an unspoken tension—playful, teasing, and yet, deeply intimate.

Ananya let herself relax slightly, letting the warmth of his presence seep in, though her mind kept repeating: Ye pakka pagal kutte se apne aap ko katwake aaya hai...

Yet deep down, she didn’t mind it at all.

The car slowed as they reached a quiet hilltop overlooking the city. Twinkling lights stretched endlessly below them, and a gentle breeze swept through the open windows, carrying the faint scent of night jasmine.

Devansh parked the car and turned to Ananya. “Here. Just… take a moment.”

Ananya looked around, awestruck. The view was breathtaking, the city glowing like a blanket of stars. She felt the tension in her shoulders ease slightly, but her heart still raced—half from the beauty, half from him sitting so close.

Devansh leaned back, watching her quietly. “You always look like you’re lost in thought,” he said softly.

She turned her gaze to him, hesitant. “Maybe I am.”

He smirked, but there was warmth in his eyes. “Or maybe you’re just thinking about me.”

Ananya blinked, caught off guard. “Don’t be ridiculous.” She tried to sound firm, but her voice betrayed her.

“I’m never ridiculous,” he said, leaning closer, the faintest trace of his cologne brushing her senses. “And I think you like it when I am.”

Her cheeks flushed. She looked down at her hands folded in her lap, trying to steady her racing heart. “Stop teasing me, Devansh.”

“Teasing?” he asked, leaning a fraction closer, his voice low and teasing. “I’m not teasing. I’m just… reminding you how much I notice you.”

Ananya’s breath hitched. For a second, the world around them—city lights, night breeze, even the gentle hum of the car—faded. There was only him.

“You… notice everything, don’t you?” she whispered.

He reached out, brushing a strand of hair from her face. “Everything about you, Anu. Always.”

Her heart skipped. She wanted to look away, but couldn’t. “Dev…” she breathed, her voice trembling slightly.

He gave her a slow, infuriating smile. “Yes?”

Her lips curved into the faintest smile, a mix of exasperation and longing. “You really… drive me crazy.”

“And yet,” he said softly, leaning just a little closer, “you never leave my side.”

Ananya’s mind went blank. All the walls she had built around her heart wavered, just a little. She wanted to protest, but the words got caught in her throat.

Devansh winked at her, that same confident, playful wink, before turning his gaze to the city below. “Come on, Mrs. Singhania. Let’s just… breathe for a while. Together.”

Ananya exhaled, letting herself sink into the moment, the cool breeze wrapping around them, the city sparkling below, and the undeniable closeness of Devansh beside her.

For the first time in a long time, she allowed herself to forget everything else… and just be.

Ananya finally settled into the small, cozy corner of the café with her long-awaited ice cream and her favorite pasta. The night air was crisp, and the warm glow from the café lights made everything feel serene.

Devansh leaned back slightly in his chair, watching her with that unreadable expression she had grown to both love and fear. “So… finally enjoying your favorite treats, Mrs. Singhania?” he asked, teasingly.

She smiled faintly, taking a small bite of her pasta. “Yes… finally. I’ve been waiting for this all week.”

He raised an eyebrow, smirking. “And no one’s going to stop you now?”

“Of course not,” she replied, her tone light but her gaze occasionally flicking to him. “You’re the one who promised.”

They shared a brief laugh, the tension from earlier moments slightly melting. She picked up a spoonful of ice cream, savoring it slowly. But in her eagerness, a small dollop of it landed at the corner of her lips.

Devansh’s sharp gaze immediately caught it. Without hesitation, he reached forward, his fingers brushing lightly against her skin as he wiped the ice cream off. Ananya froze, her breath hitching at the unexpected intimacy of his touch.

“Dev!” she whispered, her voice trembling slightly.

His eyes never left hers. Slowly, deliberately, he brought his fingers to his mouth and sucked off the remaining ice cream. The motion was casual, almost innocent, yet it sent a shiver down her spine.

“It actually tastes good,” he said, the corner of his lips curling into that infuriatingly charming smirk.

Ananya’s eyes widened, her cheeks flushing red. She looked down at her ice cream, suddenly very aware of his nearness.

“Devansh…” she murmured, her voice barely audible.

“What?” he asked, leaning back but still watching her intently.

“You… don’t have to do that,” she said softly, a mixture of embarrassment and a strange fluttering in her chest.

He leaned closer again, his voice low and teasing. “I didn’t do it for you. I did it for… science. Just wanted to know if it really tastes as good as it looks.”

Ananya rolled her eyes, though her lips betrayed a smile. “You’re impossible, you know that?”

“And yet,” he replied, reaching for a bite of her pasta with a mischievous glance, “you still let me.”

She shot him a glare, but her heart wasn’t in it. The warmth of the moment, the closeness, the teasing—it was intoxicating. She took a deep breath, feeling the evening settle around them, her earlier worries dissolving for just this small, perfect moment.

After finishing their ice cream and pasta, Devansh and Ananya stepped out of the café for a walk. The night air was cool, the streets quiet, lit by the soft glow of street lamps. The city felt calm, almost as if it had slowed down just for them.

Ananya walked slightly ahead, her hands folded in front of her, lost in thought. Devansh’s gaze never left her, his jaw tight as he suddenly spoke, his voice low but edged with concern.

“Why didn’t you tell me, Anu… that you had a panic attack? That’s why you got hurt.”

Ananya stopped walking immediately. Her breath hitched slightly, and she closed her eyes, muttering under her breath, “Kabir…”

Devansh’s expression darkened as he stepped closer. “Why didn’t you tell me, Anu?” he asked again, his tone softer now, but still carrying that intensity that always made her shiver.

“I… I didn’t want to trouble you, Dev,” Ananya admitted, her voice barely above a whisper. She kept her gaze down, afraid to meet his eyes.

Devansh’s eyes narrowed, and without a word, he reached out and pulled her close. Her flushed cheeks pressed against his chest, her body freezing at the sudden closeness. His hand rested firmly on her waist, holding her protectively.

“I’ve already told you… nothing is troubling me,” she said, her voice small, almost pleading, though her heart was racing.

Devansh tilted his chin slightly, his breath brushing against her temple. “Anu… nothing is troubling you? Or you just don’t want me to see it?” His voice was softer now, but laced with a quiet authority.

Ananya’s hands instinctively moved to rest on his chest, feeling the steady beat of his heart. “I… I just didn’t want to worry you. You already have so much to handle…” Her words faltered, her eyes glistening with a mix of guilt and lingering fear.

“Anu,” he whispered, his lips near her ear, “you don’t have to hide anything from me. Ever.”

Her heart skipped a beat. She tried to pull back slightly, but Devansh tightened his hold just a fraction, keeping her against him. “I don’t care about the trouble,” he murmured. “Nothing… not a single thing you go through… will ever trouble me more than you being silent about it.”

Ananya’s chest rose and fell rapidly. She wanted to speak, to tell him everything, but the weight of her past, the lingering fear—it all choked her words. She simply rested her forehead against his chest, letting herself feel the protection and warmth radiating from him.

Devansh’s hand on her waist moved slightly, drawing gentle, soothing circles. “Anu… I’m not angry. I’m worried. Do you understand? I just… I just want you to let me in. Let me be there for you, always.”

Her lips quivered, and she whispered, “I… I know, Dev. I… I trust you.”

He pressed a soft kiss to the top of her head, his breath warm against her hair. “Good. Because I’m not going anywhere. Not for a single second.”

Ananya exhaled slowly, closing her eyes, feeling the tension of the past week slowly melt away in the safety of his embrace. For the first time in days, she felt a small, fragile peace settle within her.

After a few moments, Devansh slowly pulled back just enough to look at her. Her flushed face, still resting against his chest, made his chest tighten in a way he hadn’t felt in years.

“Come on,” he said softly, taking her hand in his, “let’s walk a little. The night is too calm to waste.”

Ananya nodded, still holding his hand. They walked slowly along the quiet streets, the city lights reflecting in her eyes. She could feel his warmth beside her, the subtle scent of his cologne, and the steady rhythm of his steps matching hers.

“So… you really didn’t tell me because you didn’t want to trouble me?” Devansh asked, a teasing edge creeping into his otherwise serious tone.

Ananya’s lips twitched, but she didn’t look at him. “Yes… and maybe I didn’t want you to scold me either,” she murmured.

Devansh chuckled softly, the sound low and intimate. “Scold you?” he repeated, stopping briefly to face her. “Anu… scold you? Never. I just… want to protect you. Always.”

Her heart skipped another beat. She finally met his eyes, and the depth in his gaze made her knees feel weak. “I know, Dev… I just…” she faltered, unsure how to put the torrent of emotions into words.

“You don’t have to explain,” he said, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear. “Just let me be there. For everything. Your fears… your happiness… even your panic attacks.”

Ananya felt tears prick at the corner of her eyes. “I… I’ve been trying so hard to be strong… for everyone,” she whispered. “But sometimes… I feel so alone, Dev. Even when I’m surrounded by people.”

His hand squeezed hers gently. “You’re never alone. Not with me.”

She shivered slightly at his words, feeling a strange mix of comfort and longing. “It’s… hard to forget the past,” she admitted quietly.

Devansh’s eyes softened. “I know. And I can’t forget mine either… but maybe… maybe we can face our pasts together. You and me. No secrets. No hiding.”

Ananya’s lips trembled into a small smile, the first one in days. “Together…?” she asked, hope lacing her tone.

“Together,” he confirmed, giving her hand a reassuring squeeze. Then, without breaking eye contact, he intertwined his fingers with hers, drawing her even closer as they continued walking.

The night breeze brushed past them, carrying the faint scent of flowers from nearby gardens. For the first time in weeks, the city felt lighter, calmer, as if it too had slowed down just for them.

And as they walked silently, side by side, their fingers entwined, Ananya felt her heart slowly letting go of some of the fear, clinging instead to the warmth of the man beside her—her Devansh, her anchor, her home.

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The Singhania mansion was quiet in the evening, the soft hum of the air conditioning and the distant clatter of papers in the study filling the otherwise still air. Kabir and Rajveer were deeply engrossed in a discussion about the next quarter’s business projections when the faint sound of footsteps echoed from the hallway.

Both men looked up, and their eyes immediately fell on Devansh and Ananya entering the room. Devansh walked with his usual composed aura, his gaze calm yet attentive, while Ananya’s stride was sharp, purposeful, and something in her aura screamed trouble.

The moment Kabir’s eyes landed on Ananya, he felt a prickle of fear. She was giving him that glare—the one that promised retribution for sins he hadn’t even admitted yet. He froze for a moment, then realized he needed to move.

“Uncle, I—I’m going now,” Kabir stammered nervously, standing up and backing away toward the door.

But before he could take two steps, he felt a force closing in behind him. Ananya was moving faster than he had anticipated, her heels clicking sharply on the marble floor.

“Kabir! Ruk!!” Ananya shouted, her voice a mix of rage and determination.

“Sorry yaar! Sorry!!” Kabir yelled back, practically sprinting now, his hands raised defensively as he tried to evade the wrath of his furious sister.

A mischievous smile flickered on Ananya’s face, but her eyes blazed dangerously. “Aaj maine tujhe maar daalna hai!” she exclaimed, almost breathless from running.

“Areey maaf karde na, apne pyaare bhai ko!!” Kabir begged, ducking and weaving through the room, still trying to escape her relentless pursuit.

“Nahi!!” Ananya yelled, determination in every syllable. She lunged forward, nearly closing the distance.

Kabir spun around, looking helplessly at Devansh, who was watching the whole scene with a slight smirk on his lips. “Dev, mere bhai bacha mujhe!” Kabir pleaded, raising his hands in surrender.

Ananya leaned forward, her expression deadly serious, and hissed, “Aaj tujhe khud Mahadev bhi nahi bacha payenge!!”

Kabir froze mid-step, his heart racing, and he knew in that moment there was no escaping. The room seemed smaller now, the chase closing in, Ananya’s determination palpable, and even Devansh couldn’t hide the small smirk tugging at the corner of his lips as he observed the scene unfold.

The tension, the thrill, and the comedic chaos hung in the air as Ananya advanced, Kabir trying every trick he knew to save himself, and the quiet authority of Devansh looming in the background, silently enjoying the show.

Kabir tried one last dodge, but Ananya was relentless. With a swift move, she cornered him near the couch.

“Ab kaha jayega, Kabir?!” she shouted, her cheeks flushed with both exertion and determination.

“Arre… Anu, mercy! Mercy yaar!!” Kabir pleaded, raising his hands in surrender.

Ananya grabbed the nearest pillow with a swift motion. “Mercy?? Abhi ruk deti hu tujhe mercy...” she snapped, swinging the pillow with precision.

Kabir tried to dodge, but Ananya’s timing was impeccable.

THWACK!

The pillow hit him squarely on the shoulder.

“Ouch! Arre yaar… woh… woh chod!!” Kabir yelped, hopping on one foot while trying to protect himself.

Ananya’s swings were relentless, each strike punctuated by her dramatic commentary.

“Nahi chodungi tujhe Aaj ” she exclaimed, hitting him again, this time on the back.

" Areey koi apne pyaare se cute se charming se bhai ko maarta hai kya!!” Kabir groaned, trying to shield his head with his hands.

Ananya paused for a second, glaring down at him. “Pyaara sa cute sa charming bhaii?? Ruk abhi tujhe toh mai!!” She raised the pillow again, this time Kabir had nowhere to hide.

“Arre bhai! Arre… maaf kar de!!” Kabir shouted, finally collapsing onto the couch, trying to shield himself with another pillow.

Ananya laughed, a mix of triumph and mischief in her voice. “Aainda se meri baat nahi maani na toh soch lena!”

Kabir, panting and slightly flattened under the barrage, muttered, “Yaar… meri zindagi bas… pillow attacks ke liye hi ban gayi hai….”

Ananya, finally satisfied with her handiwork, tossed the pillow aside and crossed her arms. “Agar baat nahi manega toh pillow attacks ke saath saath aur bhi kai attacks honge!”

Kabir slowly raised his head, giving her a mock glare. “Haan haan… nahi bataunga teri power samajh mein aa gayi… bas ab chhod na…”

Ananya smirked, her eyes sparkling. “Chhodu?? Kabir, yeh abhi sirf trailer tha… full movie baki hai abhi.”

Kabir groaned, covering his face with his hands, while Devansh, leaning casually against the wall, couldn’t help but chuckle at the whole scene.

Just as Ananya raised the pillow for another strike, Devansh’s calm yet commanding voice cut through the room.

“Anu… stop.”

Ananya froze mid-swing, her eyes narrowing at him. “Isse bachane ki koshish mat karo warna…!!”

Devansh raised an eyebrow, a smirk playing on his lips. “Or what, Anu? Mujhe maarogi? Careful… you might hit someone more dangerous.”

Kabir peeked from under the pillow, groaning. “Yaar… dangerous wagera tum dono Miya biwi baad mai karna pehele mujhe chhodo!”

Ananya turned to glare at Devansh. “Tum beech mai mat aao...!!!”

Devansh chuckled, walking casually towards them. “Come on Anu.ab jaane bhi do trailer kafi accha tha but movie nahi dekhni abhi ke abhi usse kisi aur din release karna, par rating trailer ko mai 10 on 10 dunga.”

Ananya blinked, slightly confused. “Rating?? Trailer??”

Devansh leaned closer, his eyes twinkling with mischief. “Haan, full action-packed pillow fight. Lead heroine ka performance perfect tha… but I think Kabir ka acting could use some work.”

Kabir groaned, holding his head. “Yaar… Anu… Devansh bhi tere saath hai…mere saath koi bhi nahi hai koi toh mujhe bachao nahi toh….”

Ananya’s anger wavered as Devansh’s teasing tone made her giggle. “Tum bhi pagal ho yaar…” she muttered.

Devansh extended his hand towards Kabir. “Come on, Kabir… live to see another day. Pillow assassin ko dekhkar aur injuries mat bana.”

Kabir hesitated, then slowly got up, rubbing his shoulder. “Haan haan… Dev, teri mercy ke liye thanks… Anu, ye khatam nahi hua…”

Ananya smirked at him, lowering the pillow. “Khatam? Yeh toh sirf trailer tha… full movie baaki hai.”

Devansh laughed softly, shaking his head. “Alright, heroine… let’s call it a wrap. But next time, I’ll definitely be in the front row for the premiere.”

Ananya rolled her eyes but couldn’t hide her smile, and even Kabir chuckled despite the pain, as the room slowly settled into laughter and playful banter.

Ananya pushed the door open and stepped inside, letting out a small sigh. “Finally… peace,” she muttered, dropping her bag on the chair.

Devansh followed, closing the door behind him. “Peace? After what just happened?” His voice was calm, but a small smirk tugged at the corner of his lips.

Ananya turned to him, raising an eyebrow. “After Kabir ki torture session? I think I need some serious meditation, not commentary.”

Devansh walked closer, his gaze softening. “Meditation, huh? Or… maybe some company would help you relax?”

Ananya rolled her eyes but her lips twitched in a small smile. “Company? You mean you? Or Kabir?”

“Definitely me,” Devansh said, stepping closer. “Kabir is too busy surviving pillow attacks. I’m here for moral support… and maybe to check if my wife is okay.”

Ananya’s cheeks flushed slightly, but she pretended to be stern. “Moral support, huh? You mean bossy support.”

Devansh chuckled, leaning against the doorframe. “Call it what you want… as long as it gets me inside the room with you.”

Ananya shook her head with a small laugh. “You really don’t give up, do you?”

“Not when it comes to you,” Devansh said quietly, his tone carrying an edge of sincerity that made Ananya pause.

She looked down, fiddling with the edge of her saree pallu. “Well… I suppose I can let you stay for now. But only if you stop teasing me.”

Devansh grinned, moving closer and brushing a stray strand of hair behind her ear. “Stop teasing you? That’s a tall order, Mrs. Singhania. But… I can try.”

Ananya’s heart skipped a beat at the gentle touch, and for a moment, the room was filled with silence—just the two of them, the playful tension softening into something warmer.

Devansh finally broke the silence, smirking again. “Now… tell me, how are you really feeling?”

Ananya looked up at him, her eyes softening. “Better… now that you’re here.”

Devansh smiled,“Good. That’s all that matters.”

Devansh leaned closer, a mischievous glint in his eyes. “You know… you really look cute when you’re sulking like this.”

Ananya’s eyes narrowed, and she crossed her arms. “Cute? Seriously?? Pagal ho gaye ho kya?? Sar tudwake aaye ho kya???”

Devansh chuckled, unbothered by her glare. “Oh come on, I've always been this charming. You just notice it now.”

“Charming? Hah! I call it trouble in human form!” Ananya snapped, but her lips twitched despite her words.

He took a step closer, lowering his voice teasingly. “Trouble… or someone who can’t resist me?”

Ananya playfully swatted his chest. “Don’t push it, Devansh Singhania. Yaad rakho, main abhi bhi sulking mode mein hoon!”

Devansh laughed softly, his gaze softening as he reached out and tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear. “Fine, fine… I’ll behave… for now. But you have to admit, it’s fun when I tease you.”

Ananya rolled her eyes but couldn’t stop a small smile from appearing. “Fun? Only because I secretly like it… sometimes.”

Devansh’s smirk widened. “Ah… there’s the truth.”

Ananya groaned, burying her face in her hands. “Tum… seriously apna sar dewar se thukwake aaye ho!”

Devansh laughed again, shaking his head. “Maybe I did… just to get a reaction like this from you.”

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