Ananya’s phone buzzed, pulling herself gently out of Devansh’s warm embrace. A soft smile spread across her face as she picked up the call.

“Mumma!!!” she exclaimed.

“Kesa hai mera baccha?” Kavita’s warm voice flowed through the phone.

“Too good, maa! Aap kaise ho? Aur Arshik aur Vidisha ka kya haal hai?” Ananya asked, her voice bubbling with excitement.

“Mai toh theek hu, aur un dono ke baare mein… tu aise puch rahi hai jaise ki you don’t know how they are,” Kavita replied, a playful tone in her voice.

“Of course maa, I know how they are,” Ananya laughed softly.

“Chalo ab ghar aaja, I wanna see my doll. Kitne din ho gaye, nahi mili,” Kavita said, her tone laced with longing.

“Coming maa,” Ananya replied, her smile widening.

“I’ll be waiting,” Kavita said, before disconnecting the call.

Ananya looked at Devansh, a glint of excitement in her eyes. Before she could say anything, he cut in smoothly, “Go and enjoy. I’ll come to pick you up.”

Ananya’s smile deepened, and she leaned forward to kiss his cheek.

“Go safely,” Devansh added, pecking her lips softly.

She nodded, slipping into her heels, draping her blazer over her shoulders, and stepped out of the room, the anticipation of seeing her family making her heart flutter.

Ananya stepped into the Rathore mansion, her heels clicking softly on the marble floor. She was about to call out for her siblings when—

THWACK!

—a pillow hit her square in the face.

“Arshikkkkk!!!” she shrieked, startled, her hands flying to push the pillow away.

“Hahahaha! Look at her face, bhai!” Vidisha cackled, clutching her stomach, laughter spilling out uncontrollably.

Ananya blinked, fuming but amused. “Arshik! Tu gaya ab.” she shouted, pointing at him, a mischievous grin forming.

Before Vidisha could stop her, Ananya lunged forward, chasing Arshik through the hallway. He sprinted, laughing, dodging pillows and cushions thrown playfully at him.

“Bhai! Stop running me around!” Arshik shouted between laughs.

“Stop running? Arey, tu hi shuru kiya na ye sab? Ab face your consequences!” Ananya teased, trying to grab him.

Vidisha, still laughing, cheered from the side, “Bhai, bach jaa! Didu is on fire today!”

Ananya caught up and lightly tackled Arshik to the ground. “Got you!” she exclaimed triumphantly.

“Okay okay! I surrender! I surrender!” Arshik raised his hands in mock surrender, his face flushed with laughter.

Ananya leaned down, ruffling his hair. “Next time, think before you attack your elder sister, okay?” she said, her tone playful but firm.

Vidisha clapped her hands, still giggling. “Bhai, seriously, don’t mess with Di. She’s dangerous when she’s in this mood!”

Ananya smirked, standing tall and brushing off imaginary dust from her blazer. “Consider this your lesson for today. You’re lucky I love you two too much to really punish you!”

Arshik and Vidisha groaned in unison, half-laughing, half-rolling their eyes.

After the playful chaos settled, Arshik and Vidisha both ran up to Ananya, wrapping their arms around her tightly. She hugged them back just as fiercely, feeling the warmth and love she had missed so much.

“We missed you, di!” they said in unison, their voices full of excitement and relief.

Ananya smiled, pecking their foreheads one by one. “I missed you guys too,” she whispered softly, savoring the moment.

Suddenly, a familiar voice chimed in, warm and tender, “And what about me??”

“Of course I did, maa!” Ananya said, turning and moving swiftly towards Kavita. She hugged her mother tightly, burying her face in her shoulder.

Finally, Kavita pulled back just enough to cup Ananya’s face in her hands, a smile spreading across her features. “Finally, my baby is back,” she said, her eyes glimmering with emotion.

Ananya smiled, feeling the safety and comfort of her family surrounding her. For the first time in a long while, everything felt right.

Arshik, still grinning, backed up a little. “Di, you think you can just come back and we won’t make you pay for leaving us all this time?”

Ananya smirked, her eyes sparkling with mischief. “Oh really? And what exactly are you going to do, Aru? Scare me with your big muscles?” she teased, playfully poking his chest.

Vidisha joined in, laughing. “Di, don’t even think you can escape! We’ve been planning your welcome revenge for days!”

Ananya raised an eyebrow, leaning closer to them. “Oh, so you two are ganging up on me? Cute. But remember, I’m older… and wiser,” she said, her voice laced with playful authority.

Arshik mock-shivered. “Wiser? Please, di, that just means we know all your weaknesses now. And trust me, we’ll use them!”

Ananya laughed, flipping her hair dramatically. “Bring it on, little ones. But remember—cross me and you’ll regret it. I’ve been away, but I haven’t lost my edge.”

Vidisha giggled, tugging at Ananya’s sleeve. “We’ll see about that, di. For now, let’s just enjoy having you back!”

Ananya’s eyes softened, looking at both of them with warmth. “I missed you both so much,” she said sincerely. “No matter what games we play, I’m never leaving you guys again.”

Arshik and Vidisha grinned, their playful rivalry momentarily forgotten, as they all stood together in a tight hug, laughter echoing through the Rathore mansion.

No sooner had they broken the hug than Vidisha snatched a pillow from the nearby couch and lunged at Ananya. “Di, payback time!” she shouted, swinging it playfully.

Ananya barely had time to react, the pillow hitting her shoulder. She laughed loudly, grabbing another pillow from the couch. “Oh really? Is that all you’ve got, Vidi?” she teased, smirking.

Arshik joined in, grabbing a throw pillow and tossing it toward her. “Di, don’t think you’re safe! We’ve been plotting our revenge for weeks!”

Ananya’s eyes gleamed with mischief. “Weeks? Well, lucky for you, I’ve been away training in the art of pillow warfare,” she said, swinging her pillow expertly and knocking Arshik’s back.

“Arghhh! Di!” Arshik yelped, tumbling onto the floor in mock defeat. Vidisha burst into laughter. “She’s stronger than I thought!”

Ananya seized the opportunity and jumped onto the couch, sitting triumphantly above them. “Bow down to your elder sister! Remember, I’m the queen of this mansion!”

Vidisha rolled her eyes but couldn’t hide her grin. “Queen or not, we’re not letting you off that easily, di!”

With a sudden burst of energy, Arshik lunged forward, pillow in hand, and Vidisha flanked her from the other side. Ananya squealed in delight, dodging and laughing as pillows flew everywhere.

The mansion echoed with their laughter, playful shouts, and the sound of soft thuds as the trio tumbled onto the couch in a heap, breathless and giggling.

Finally, Ananya pushed them gently off and raised her arms victoriously. “Truce! For now,” she said, still laughing.

Arshik and Vidisha collapsed beside her, still chuckling. “Di… you really are the queen,” Arshik said, shaking his head.

Ananya smiled, tousled their hair affectionately. “And don’t you forget it, my little warriors. I missed you both so much,” she whispered, her voice softening amidst all the playful chaos.

Kavita leaned against the doorway, her arms folded gently as she watched the lively scene unfold. A soft smile spread across her face, her eyes glimmering with pride and affection. Her three children, so full of energy, laughing and teasing one another—it was a sight that filled her heart with warmth.

Ananya, standing tall amidst the playful chaos, her laughter echoing through the room, reminded Kavita of just how strong and caring her daughter had become. Even the mischievous giggles of Arshik and Vidisha, and their relentless pillow attacks, seemed to make the house come alive with joy.

“You three really missed each other,” Kavita murmured softly to herself, shaking her head in amusement. Her eyes lingered on Ananya, seeing the way her elder daughter was both fierce and gentle, playful yet protective.

Kavita felt a quiet sense of contentment. For all the challenges life had thrown at them, this moment—a room filled with laughter, love, and family—was priceless.

Ananya, catching her mother’s gaze for a brief moment amidst the pillow fight, smiled warmly back. “Mumma,” she said, her voice soft, “I missed this… all of you.”

Kavita’s smile widened as she stepped forward, opening her arms. “And we missed you too, my baby,” she said, enveloping Ananya in a warm, comforting hug.

The laughter and playful chaos continued around them, but in that embrace, Kavita felt that her family was finally whole again.

After a while, the pillow fights subsided, and the room grew quieter. Arshik and Vidisha had flopped onto the sofa, catching their breath, while Ananya stood beside her mother, brushing a stray hair from her face. Kavita guided her to a cozy armchair, gesturing for her to sit.

“Sit, beta,” Kavita said gently, placing a comforting hand on Ananya’s shoulder. “Tell me everything… how have you been? How’s New York, and Devansh?”

Ananya smiled, a soft glow in her eyes. “Mumma… it’s been incredible. Devansh… he’s been amazing. I mean, I knew he cared for me, but seeing how much he’s there for me, it’s… different. It’s like he’s always protecting me, supporting me… and yet, he lets me be myself.”

Kavita nodded, her eyes reflecting pride and understanding. “That’s wonderful to hear, beta. I’ve seen how strong you’ve become too… handling so much, taking charge of Rathore Industries while balancing everything else. You’ve grown, Ananya. And I’m proud of you.”

Ananya’s smile softened, a little mist forming in her eyes. “Mumma, I… I feel like everything I went through… all the chaos, the past… it’s made me stronger. And having Devansh… having my family… it makes everything worth it. I finally feel like I can breathe, you know?”

Kavita pulled her daughter into a warm embrace, holding her tightly. “Love, you deserve all the happiness in the world. And seeing you here, with your heart open, with love surrounding you… it’s all I could ever hope for. No matter what challenges come, remember, you’ll always have your family, and now Devansh too, by your side.”

Ananya rested her head against her mother’s shoulder, closing her eyes for a moment. “Mumma… thank you. For everything. For always believing in me, even when I doubted myself.”

Kavita smiled, gently stroking Ananya’s hair. “You never needed my permission to be strong, beta. But I’ll always be here… cheering you on, loving you, and catching you if you ever fall.”

The room was filled with warmth, their hearts aligned in silent understanding. Outside, Arshik and Vidisha had resumed their playful banter, but inside that quiet corner, mother and daughter shared a moment that was unspoken yet deeply profound—a moment that healed the past and strengthened the bonds of love and family.

“Alright, you guys enjoy, I’ll bring something to eat,” Kavita said with a warm smile and headed towards the kitchen.

Ananya stood up, stretching slightly, and said, “I’ll be in my room.” She walked down the corridor, her heels softly clicking against the floor.

Arshik and Vidisha immediately got up. “We’ll join too!” they said in unison, giggling as they ran after her.

Once inside Ananya’s room, she sat on the edge of her bed, and Arshik and Vidisha flopped down beside her. The three of them leaned close, engrossed in their own little world of conversation.

“So, Aru,” Ananya started, turning to Arshik with a teasing smile, “when are you finally going to join the company? You know, Rathore Industries won’t run itself.”

Arshik chuckled, scratching the back of his neck. “I know, di… I’ve been thinking about it. I want to make sure I’m prepared, but you know, I can’t wait to work alongside you. Hopefully soon.”

Ananya raised an eyebrow, giving him a pointed look. “Soon, huh? You know, I expect you to be serious. This isn’t just about joining; you need to understand the responsibility, the people, the deals… everything.”

Arshik nodded earnestly. “I get it, di. Don’t worry. I’ll be ready. I want to make you proud.”

Ananya smiled softly at him and then turned to Vidisha, placing a hand gently on her sister’s shoulder. “And what about you, Vidi? How’s medical school going? You’ve been working so hard, I hope you’re taking care of yourself.”

Vidisha’s face lit up. “It’s challenging, di, but I love it. I’ve been learning so much, and I really want to help people. But yeah, sometimes it gets overwhelming.”

Ananya gave her a reassuring smile. “I know you’ll do great. Just remember, don’t burn yourself out. Balance is key. Work hard, yes, but don’t forget to rest and take care of yourself.”

They sat together for a while, sharing laughter, teasing each other, and talking about the future.

“You know,” Arshik said thoughtfully, “I really look up to you, di. Seeing how you manage everything… the company, the family, your life… it’s inspiring.”

Ananya chuckled softly, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear. “I know. But you’re going to make your own mark too. Just keep learning and stay determined.”

Vidisha leaned against Ananya’s shoulder. “Di… I hope I can be as confident and strong as you someday.”

Ananya hugged both of them tightly, feeling the warmth of her little siblings. “You two are already amazing. Just trust yourselves. Everything else will follow.”

The three of them stayed like that for a while, sharing their thoughts, dreams, and little moments of advice. The room was filled with warmth, laughter, and the quiet strength of family bonds.

Ananya leaned back on the bed, crossing her arms with a teasing frown. “You guys are grown-ups now, and you didn’t even tell me that you have a girlfriend? Very bad, Arshik.”

Arshik shifted uncomfortably, scratching the back of his neck. “Uhh… it’s not that I didn’t want to tell you, di… I was a little scared.”

“Scared of what? That I wouldn’t support you?” Ananya asked, raising an eyebrow.

“No, it’s not like that, di,” Arshik hurried to explain. “We know how protective you are regarding us. That’s exactly why I didn’t tell you earlier.”

Ananya softened slightly but her eyes still held a sharp edge. “Listen, Arshik, it’s true that I’m protective about you guys, and I always will be. It’s my duty to protect you. I don’t want anything bad to happen to either of you. That’s why I act the way I do. But… you could have told me once.”

Vidisha’s eyes widened with curiosity. “But di… how did you get to know that bhai has a girlfriend?”

Ananya smirked, tilting her head. “I have my own sources, sweetie.”

Arshik groaned. “That’s cheating!”

Ananya chuckled lightly and wagged a finger at him. “That’s not cheating. It’s called being responsible. Tum dono ki harkate aisi hai ki mujhe tum dono par nazar rakhni padti hai.”

Vidisha pouted. “Di, you’re way too protective, yaar.”

Ananya leaned closer, her tone softening but still carrying authority. “And I will always be. You guys are my responsibility. You know that, right? But I also trust you to make your own choices… as long as you’re careful.”

Arshik nodded earnestly. “I know, di. We do. That’s why we didn’t hide it out of disrespect. Just… fear.”

Ananya smiled warmly. “Alright, then. But next time, tell me. I want to celebrate your happiness too, not just watch from the sidelines.”

Vidisha grinned. “Deal! And I promise, no secrets from you anymore, di.”

Ananya ruffled both of their hair, her heart swelling. “Good. Now tell me all about this girlfriend of yours, Arshik. I want details.”

Arshik groaned playfully, “Di, you’re going to interrogate me like jiju.”

Ananya laughed softly. “Of course. Someone has to keep you in check.”

Arshik groaned as Ananya leaned forward, her eyes gleaming with mischief. “Alright, start from the beginning. When did you meet her? Where did you meet her? And don’t even think about skipping a single detail.”

Vidisha giggled, rolling her eyes. “Di, you’re acting like a detective.”

“I am a detective, Vidi,” Ananya said with a wink, “when it comes to you two, I am. Now spill it, Arshik, or I’m going to extract every single detail, and don’t even try to escape!”

Arshik laughed nervously. “Di… we met through college friends. She’s… smart, funny, and—”

“Stop right there,” Ananya interrupted, pointing a finger at him. “Smart and funny? Hmm… very dangerous combination. You better treat her right, or I’ll make sure you regret it.”

Vidisha joined in teasing, “See, bhai? Di is scary.”

Arshik held up his hands in surrender. “I know! That’s why I didn’t tell you earlier. But now… I promise, I’ll take care of her. I swear.”

Ananya leaned back, crossing her arms, but her lips curved in a small, satisfied smile. “Good. That’s what I like to hear.”

As they started talking, Ananya leaned back on her bed, a soft smile on her face. Her siblings’ laughter and chatter filled the room, and she couldn’t help but feel a warmth in her heart. Even with all the chaos of her life—the company, Devansh, her past—moments like this reminded her why she fought so hard for her family, for love, and for happiness.

And deep down, a little spark of excitement flickered in her mind—knowing that soon, more adventures awaited, both at Rathore Industries and in her personal life with Devansh. The world was theirs to face, together.

Kavita entered the room, a warm smile on her face. “Kya baate ho rahi hai?”

“Nothing, mumma, bas ek dusre ka muh tod rahe hai,” said Ananya, a mischievous glint in her eyes.

“Mujhe toh laga ki tum enjoy karne aai ho, but yaha toh ek dusre ka muh toda ja raha hai,” a voice chimed in.

Devansh entered the room.

“Tum—” Before Ananya could say anything, Arshik and Vidisha shouted in unison, hugging him tightly, “Jijuuuu!!!”

He hugged them back, smiling. “Kese ho dono? Tumhari didi ne zyada pareshan toh nahi kiya na?”

“Areey jiju, ab kya hi bole,” said Arshik dramatically, wiping fake tears.

“Ha! Didi ne hume bahut maara, laato se maar, ghuso se maare, bhai ki naak todi, mera sar toda!” added Vidisha, equally dramatic.

“Ha, dekho na apni biwi ko,” Arshik said, throwing a teasing glance at Ananya.

Devansh chuckled at their antics.

“Zyada udo mat, warna sahi mai laato, ghuso se maarungi aur sahi mai nak aur sar phod dungi!” Ananya threatened, her eyes flashing playfully.

Kavita laughed warmly. “Accha, you guys enjoy. Anu baccha, daada is calling in the study room,” she said.

Seeing her seriousness, Ananya nodded. “Coming.”

Devansh smiled and said, “Chalo, tumhari didi ko jaane do, hum enjoy karte hai.”

Arshik and Vidisha giggled, and the trio continued their playful banter, laughing and teasing each other, while Ananya excused herself and headed towards Harshad’s study room, her mind already switching to the serious matters awaiting her there.

She knocked lightly before entering and saw Harshad sitting on his chair, engrossed in some files.

“You called me, Dad?” Ananya asked, stepping inside.

“Yes, Princess. Come and sit here,” Harshad said, standing up and moving toward the couch. Ananya noticed the seriousness on his face and sat on the couch opposite him.

“What happened, Papa?” she asked, concern evident in her voice.

Harshad remained silent for a moment, then let out a deep sigh. “You… you are still investigating the case?”

Ananya’s jaw tightened. “Yes, Dad,” she replied firmly.

“Why, Anu? Why are you pushing yourself into this again?” he asked, his tone a mix of concern and frustration.

“What do you mean by why, Dad? Don’t you know the reason behind it?” she said, her voice steady but carrying a sharp edge.

“I know, baccha… but it’s… it’s risky,” Harshad said, struggling to find the right words.

“Nothing is risky for me, Dad,” Ananya said, her eyes unwavering.

“I know that. Nothing is risky for Ananya Rathore… aka Ananya Singhania,” he replied, his voice heavy with worry, “but still… I can’t stop thinking about what could happen if things go wrong.”

Ananya leaned forward slightly, her tone calm but commanding. “Papa, I know the risks. I know what I’m getting into. But letting this go… letting this case fade… I can’t. I won’t. You taught me to fight for justice, even when it’s dangerous. This is no different.”

Harshad’s eyes softened but remained serious. “Anu, you’ve grown into a woman who can handle almost anything, but this… this is more than just business or strategy. This is dangerous territory, emotionally and legally. Are you sure your heart can handle what you’re about to uncover?”

Her jaw set even tighter. “Papa, my heart… my mind… they’re aligned. I’ve made my choice. I will get answers. I need to know the truth, no matter what it takes.”

Harshad nodded slowly, a mix of pride and worry in his eyes. “Then… I can’t stop you. But I can help you prepare. If you’re going down this path, you won’t walk it alone.”

Ananya’s eyes softened for a moment, a small smile touching her lips. “Thanks, Dad. That… means everything.”

Harshad reached out and placed a hand over hers. “Just promise me one thing, Anu… keep your guard up. Don’t let your emotions blind you. And trust no one too easily.”

“I promise, Papa,” she said, her voice firm, her resolve unshakable.

Harshad’s eyes softened but remained filled with concern. He reached out, placing a hand over hers. “And please, baccha… be safe. I can’t lose you anymore.”

Ananya’s jaw tightened, her gaze unwavering. “I will, Dad,” she said firmly. “I promise.”

Harshad nodded slowly, pride and worry warring on his face. “Then… go ahead, Anu. But remember, no matter what, I’m always here for you.”

Ananya gave him a small, determined smile, feeling the weight of responsibility but also the strength of her resolve.

Ananya sat in the car, her mind still replaying the conversation with her father. The weight of responsibility, the risks, and the determination in her own resolve all swirled together. She barely noticed Devansh watching her from the driver’s seat.

“Anya?” Devansh’s voice broke through her thoughts.

Startled, she looked up. “Hmm?”

“You’re lost in thoughts again,” he said softly, concern flickering in his eyes.

Ananya blinked and gave a small shrug. “I’m not… just thinking.”

“Thinking what?” he pressed, his voice teasing yet firm.

“Nothing… just about the event,” she murmured, trying to brush it off.

Devansh’s eyes narrowed, a knowing smirk forming. “Do you think I’m a fool, Anya?”

She raised an eyebrow, feigning innocence. “Who knows?”

“Seriously?” he asked, leaning slightly closer.

She couldn’t help but grin, her playful side taking over. “Hehe… just kidding,” she said, though a flush crept up her cheeks.

Devansh chuckled softly, shaking his head. “You always keep me guessing,” he said, his tone half-amused, half-admiring.

Ananya smiled, letting herself relax a little, the tension from earlier moments easing as they drove in comfortable silence, each lost in their own thoughts but connected by the unspoken bond between them.

Ananya and Devansh stepped out of the car, their hands brushing slightly as they walked inside the mansion.

“So, the love birds are here,” Rohan called out playfully from the couch.

Ananya smiled, ignoring his teasing, and gracefully took a seat. Devansh followed and sat beside her. A butler quickly approached, handing them glasses of water, which they accepted politely.

Just then, Rajveer entered the room and took his seat beside Meenakshi. His eyes scanned the room and then landed on Ananya and Devansh, who were quietly watching their siblings’ usual banter.

“How’s the preparation for the event going?” he asked, his tone professional but fatherly.

Ananya, taking a calm sip of water, replied confidently, “Everything’s on schedule, the team is managing it well, and I’ve personally checked all the arrangements. No room for errors.”

Devansh added smoothly, “Everything is streamlined. Logistics, guest lists, and security – all tight and ready. No surprises.”

Nivedita, lounging on a couch and scrolling through her phone, looked up with a disapproving frown. “Bhaiya… is it really necessary that Ananya should participate in this event?” Her tone carried the usual sharpness, laced with judgment.

Ananya, unbothered, sipped her water slowly and gave a sharp glance at Nivedita. “Necessary? Let me remind you, Buaji, when I step into a room, it’s not just participation—it’s presence that sets standards. And if you think I’m here for approval, think again.”

Rajveer nodded thoughtfully and said, “It is important. Ananya is not just my daughter… she’s the face of our family in this event. Her influence and reputation matter more than you realize.”

Nivedita’s eyes narrowed, voice dripping with sarcasm. “Oh, everyone already knows about Ananya’s past. She’s been the talk of the city! You’re putting her out there again—what if it causes losses in business? You know what I mean?”

Ananya’s gaze sharpened, her tone deadly confident. “Buaji, if anyone tries to judge me for my past, that reflects their own weakness, not mine. I am fully aware of what I represent and how I handle myself. If anyone thinks otherwise…” Her lips curved into a sly, intimidating smirk.

Devansh leaned forward slightly, voice low but firm. “Let me finish this, Bua. If anyone dares say anything to my wife, it’s the same as saying it to me. And trust me—they’ll soon realize that while Ananya can handle herself, anyone messing with her will have to face Devansh Singhania first. Loud and clear.”

Nivedita stiffened, momentarily taken aback, while the room fell into a brief, tense silence.

Ananya leaned back in her seat, her eyes sparkling with triumph and confidence. “See? Everyone who underestimates me clearly hasn’t met me… or Devansh.”

Devansh gave a faint smirk, wrapping an arm around her subtly. “Exactly. We’re a team, and anyone thinking otherwise will quickly learn their mistake.”

Nivedita, muttering under her breath, picked up her phone again but clearly knew she had lost this battle.

Ananya glanced at Devansh with a playful smile, whispering, “See, Patidev? Easy.”

Devansh chuckled softly. “You make it look effortless, Mrs. Singhania.”

Rohan, unable to resist, piped up from the side, “Bhabhi, are you always this… scary in public too?”

Ananya smirked, turning her gaze on him. “Scary? this is just the tip of the iceberg. Wait till someone tries messing with me today. Then you’ll see the real show.”

Sanya giggled, covering her mouth. “Bhabhi, you’re so bold! I mean, who even says things like that?”

Ananya leaned back confidently, a glint in her eyes. “That’s because most people don’t have what it takes to stand in front of me and survive a conversation. You kids? You’ve got brains, but not the nerve. Remember that.”

Rohan, trying to be funny, muttered, “Easy for you to say, bhabhi. You’ve got bhai backing you. What about us?”

Devansh smirked lightly, wrapping an arm around Ananya, and said softly but with a teasing edge, “Rohan, remember this: if anyone even dares to step out of line, I’m here too. Consider it an extra layer of protection—strictly for the family.”

Rohan rolled his eyes dramatically. “Aye, is that your way of saying you’ll handle everything bhabhi?”

Ananya shot him a playful yet deadly glare. “Not just handle, I’ll dominate, conquer, and then let you live… maybe.”

Sanya laughed uncontrollably. “Bhabhi, you’re so savage!”

Ananya turned toward her siblings, leaning forward with a sly smile. “Savage? Sweetie, I’m just warming up. You’ll see me at the event later—then judge if I’m scary, bold, or simply unstoppable.”

Rohan chuckled, nudging Sanya. “See? Told you, she’s got fire. And bhai isn’t even needed here.”

Devansh raised an eyebrow, voice low but teasing, “Oh, really? You think I’m optional? Beta, I’m right here, and anyone crossing the line will realize quickly why I exist.”

Ananya laughed softly, leaning her head on his shoulder. “See, kids? Even Patidev approves of my methods. You should take notes.”

Rohan, mock groaning, said, “I give up. Bhabhi, you’re impossible.”

Ananya smirked triumphantly. “Impossible? No, I’m unforgettable. And don’t forget it.”

Sanya, eyes wide, whispered, “I love having you as my sister… but I’ll never mess with you, bhabhi.”

Ananya chuckled, tousling her hair gently. “Smart choice, sweetie. Learn from the best—me.”

Devansh, watching the lively scene, whispered to Ananya, “See? You’ve got everyone wrapped around your finger already.”

Ananya glanced at him, her smile softening but still playful. “Of course, Patidev. But don’t think you’re off the hook. You still have to deal with me… personally.”

Devansh smirked knowingly. “I wouldn’t have it any other way, Mrs. Singhania.”

The room erupted into laughter again as the siblings playfully tried to poke fun at Ananya, but everyone knew it was impossible to mess with her—and even harder to do it in front of Devansh.

The next morning, Ananya sat on the plush velvet couch of the boutique, one leg crossed over the other, her face the literal definition of done. Her manicured fingers tapped against her phone impatiently, and the small frown lines on her forehead screamed only one thing—irritation.

She had been dragged here—yes, dragged—by Kabir, who apparently couldn’t decide what to wear for his engagement. And now, after two whole hours, he was still acting like a lost fashion designer having a meltdown.

“Ughhh!!! Ek bhi dhanka nahi hai!” Kabir groaned dramatically, tossing yet another outfit behind him—straight onto Ananya’s face.

Ananya froze. Slowly, very slowly, she pulled the outfit off her face and glared at him, her eyes narrowing like a cat ready to pounce.

“Kabir…” she said in a dangerously calm tone.

Kabir gulped. “Heh… anu, it was an accident, I swea—”

Before he could finish, Ananya bolted up from the couch, her heels clicking sharply against the marble floor. In two swift strides, she reached him and—

THUD!

—kicked his leg.

“OWWW! Ananya! You violent woman!” Kabir yelped, hopping on one foot.

“Oh, shut up!” Ananya snapped, arms crossed. “Do you even realize how many outfits you’ve rejected? TWO HOURS, Kabir! Two. Full. Hours! Even the mannequins are judging you now!”

Kabir pouted like a child. “But none of them are giving the vibe, yaar!”

Ananya gave him a look. “The vibe you need is of a groom, not a runway model from Paris Fashion Week, genius.”

He blinked innocently. “There’s a difference?”

Ananya groaned dramatically. “I swear, Kabir, if you don’t choose something in the next ten minutes, I’ll personally pick your outfit—a pink sherwani with glitter. Don’t test me.”

Kabir gasped. “You wouldn’t dare!”

Ananya smirked, her eyes glinting mischievously. “Try me.”

The poor sales assistant in the corner tried to stifle a laugh but failed miserably, earning a glare from Kabir and a proud smirk from Ananya.

Just as Kabir was rubbing his leg dramatically and mumbling something about “harassment of grooms,” a voice came from behind — calm but laced with amusement.

“What’s going on here? Boutique ka World War III start kar diya kya tum dono ne?”

Both turned to see Ira standing at the entrance, hands on her hips, a teasing smile playing on her lips.

“Iraaa!” Kabir exclaimed, as if he’d just seen his savior. “Yeh dekho na, your best friend is torturing me!”

“Torturing?” Ananya raised a brow. “You threw a whole outfit on my face, you drama queen!”

Ira chuckled, walking closer. “You two will kill each other before the engagement even happens.” She looked at Kabir, then at the pile of rejected clothes lying like fallen soldiers on the couch. “Kitne reject kiye tumne?”

Kabir puffed his chest. “Only ninety-seven.”

Ira blinked. “Ninety-seven?? Kabir, we came for one outfit, not a wardrobe for the entire year!”

Ananya smirked, “Exactly! At this point, I think even the designer wants to quit fashion and open a tea stall.”

The designer in question, standing quietly nearby, nodded in silent agreement.

Ira rolled her eyes, “Okay fine, let me choose. You clearly have no fashion sense.”

Kabir gasped dramatically, clutching his heart. “Excuse me! I am a man of taste!”

Ananya deadpanned, “Yeah, that’s why your ‘taste’ is still arguing with hangers after two hours.”

“Traitor!” Kabir shot back, glaring at Ira. “Control your best friend before she kills me.”

Ira chuckled, placing her hand on his cheek affectionately. “Aww, meri jaan, tu toh already dead from stress. Now just shut up and try this one.”

She picked up a navy-blue sherwani embroidered subtly with golden patterns and handed it to him. Kabir looked skeptical, but when he tried it on, both girls exchanged a look and burst out laughing.

“Wow,” Ananya said between giggles, “for the first time, you actually look like someone’s future husband and not a lost backup dancer.”

“Shut up, Anu,” Kabir muttered, but even he couldn’t hide the small grin forming on his lips.

Ira crossed her arms proudly. “See? Told you. I have better fashion sense than you’ll ever have.”

Kabir groaned. “I swear, I’m surrounded by women who enjoy bullying me.”

Ananya smirked, “We don’t bully, Kabir. We just… guide you aggressively.”

The three of them laughed, and for the first time in hours, the boutique felt light, filled with their usual chaos and warmth.

Ira clapped her hands, eyes sparkling. “Alright! Now that Mr. Groom has finally found his royal look, let’s choose our outfits too, Anu.”

Ananya raised an eyebrow, smirking. “Oh finally, the queen remembers herself.”

Kabir groaned dramatically, “Nooo, not again. I just survived my trial — now you two are going to start a new fashion war!”

Ananya shot him a warning glare. “Kabir, ek aur word bola na toh tumhara sherwani abhi ke abhi rumaal bana dungi.”

Ira giggled, grabbing Ananya’s hand. “Come on, ignore him. Let’s go to the lehenga section before he gives another speech.”

“Wait, I’ll come too!” Kabir said, following them like a lost puppy.

Ananya didn’t even look back. “You? Better stay here, warna humari fashion sense bhi confuse ho jayegi.”

Kabir folded his arms, pretending to sulk. “Unbelievable. I’m the groom and still getting ignored.”

Ira turned around sweetly. “Oh Kabir, we aren’t ignoring you…”

Ananya added with a sly smile, “…we’re just pretending you don’t exist for peace of mind.”

Both girls laughed and disappeared into the aisle filled with pastel and vibrant lehengas while Kabir dramatically dropped himself on the couch muttering, “God save me from these women.”

Inside, Ananya and Ira began going through the outfits. Ira held a soft peach lehenga against Ananya. “This one would look stunning on you.”

Ananya tilted her head. “Hmm, not bad. But I was thinking something bold… maybe dark maroon or midnight blue.”

Ira smirked. “Of course, the CEO aura even in a lehenga. I should’ve guessed.”

Ananya smiled faintly, tracing her fingers over a deep maroon outfit embellished with silver work. “It matches my personality—elegant but sharp.”

“Perfect,” Ira said, nodding approvingly. “You’ll steal the spotlight, as always.”

“Don’t worry,” Ananya teased, “I’ll make sure to leave some attention for the bride too.”

Ira rolled her eyes. “Please, with Kabir as the groom, all eyes will be on us anyway… mostly because of his dance moves.”

From behind them, Kabir’s voice echoed, “I heard that!”

“Good,” Ananya replied without turning back, smirking. “We meant it that way.”

The trio burst into laughter again, the boutique echoing with their playful banter and warmth.

After what felt like an eternity of trying, twirling, and rejecting dozens of options, Ira finally stood in front of the mirror in a soft silver lehenga with intricate silver embroidery. The delicate shimmer of the dupatta perfectly matched the glow on her face.

Ananya leaned against the rack, arms crossed, smiling faintly. “Finally, Miss Bride-to-be looks like she just stepped out of a fairytale.”

Ira blushed. “You think so?”

Ananya nodded, walking closer to fix the dupatta on Ira’s shoulder. “I know so. It’s elegant… just like you. Kabir won’t blink once when he sees you in this.”

“Ugh, stop it, I’m already nervous,” Ira said shyly.

Ananya chuckled. “Relax, it’s your engagement, not a battlefield.” Then smirking, she added, “That’s my department.”

Both of them laughed softly.

“By the way,” Ira said, “You haven’t chosen Devansh’s outfit yet.”

Ananya tilted her head. “Hmm, good reminder. My husband should match my standard after all.”

Ira grinned. “Oh god, here we go—Mrs. CEO mode activated.”

“Of course,” Ananya said, scanning through the men’s section. Her fingers stopped at a black tuxedo with subtle silver detailing, sleek yet powerful. She picked it up, holding it against herself as if imagining him beside her.

A faint smile tugged at her lips. “This one,” she said softly.

Ira raised an eyebrow. “Black again? Not surprised.”

Ananya smirked. “It’s Devansh Singhania, Ira. He doesn’t need colors to stand out—his aura does that job.”

“Wow,” Ira teased, “such poetic love for a tuxedo.”

Ananya rolled her eyes but couldn’t hide the smile that crept on her face. “Not the tuxedo, silly. The man who’ll wear it.”

“Okay okay, calm down Mrs. Singhania,” Ira laughed. “Save some of that love for the engagement day, hmm?”

Ananya lightly smacked her arm playfully. “Shut up and pack your lehenga before I change my mind and make you wear red polka dots.”

The two burst into laughter again, their giggles filling the boutique. Kabir, who had just returned with coffee, looked at them with narrowed eyes. “I swear, you two are planning something evil.”

Ananya smirked. “We always are, Kabir. But this time, it’s called ‘Operation Perfect Engagement.’”

Kabir sighed dramatically. “God save me.”

“Don’t worry,” Ananya said, grabbing the tuxedo box and handing it to him. “This is for Devansh. Make sure it reaches safely.”

Kabir frowned. “What am I, a delivery boy now?”

Ananya grinned wickedly. “No. You’re the groom. But currently… yes.”

Ira burst out laughing, clutching her stomach. Kabir muttered something under his breath and walked off with the box while Ananya and Ira exchanged a knowing smile.

“Hey wait,” Kabir said suddenly, snapping his fingers as they stepped out of the boutique. “We still need to select your outfit for the event.”

Ananya blinked. “Oh yeah… I totally forgot about that.”

Ira gasped dramatically. “You? Forget about fashion? Now that’s breaking news!”

Ananya rolled her eyes, smirking. “Excuse me, Miss Bride-to-be, I was busy making you look perfect, remember?”

Kabir sighed, “Yeah yeah, now that your social service is done, let’s focus on you. Let’s go before you pick something black again.”

Ananya gave him a mock glare. “Black is timeless, Kabir.”

“Black is boring,” he countered.

“Black is power,” she shot back with a grin.

Ira laughed. “You two fight like Tom and Jerry.”

“Correction,” Ananya said smoothly, flipping her hair. “I’m the cat. He’s just the chaos.”

“Yeah right,” Kabir muttered under his breath, earning a playful slap on his arm.

The trio walked out of the boutique, laughter echoing between them. Within a few minutes, their car stopped in front of the Rathore Department Store — one of the luxury wings under Rathore Industries, known for its high-end designer collections.

As they entered, the staff immediately straightened up, greeting them respectfully. The polished marble floors gleamed, and soft instrumental music played in the background, setting a chic tone.

Ananya’s heels clicked elegantly as she walked in front, her aura effortlessly commanding the space. Kabir leaned towards Ira and whispered, “See that? That’s the CEO walk — 100% danger and 200% confidence.”

Ira chuckled, “And you’re 300% scared of her.”

“Smart woman,” Ananya said without turning back, clearly having heard him.

Kabir sighed. “Unbelievable. Does she have super-hearing or what?”

Ananya smirked and turned slightly. “No, Kabir. I just know when you’re talking nonsense — which is always.”

Ira giggled as the three of them reached the designer section. A stylist immediately approached, smiling nervously. “Good afternoon, ma’am. We’ve prepared some new arrivals perfect for your upcoming event.”

Ananya nodded with her usual elegance. “Show us the best ones.”

The stylist gestured toward the display area. “We have a few statement gowns and Indo-western pieces that might suit your personality, ma’am.”

Kabir folded his arms. “Make sure it’s not another black dress.”

Ananya turned her head slowly, eyes narrowing playfully. “Kabir…”

“Okay okay!” he said, holding his hands up. “Color doesn’t matter as long as it screams ‘CEO with attitude.’”

Ananya smirked. “Oh, don’t worry. Whatever I pick will scream power… and maybe a little fear too.”

Ira laughed. “You’re impossible.”

“Thank you,” Ananya replied with a wink. “I take that as a compliment.”

And with that, she turned toward the racks of gowns — her eyes scanning like a queen choosing her armor for the next battle.

Ananya stood in front of the mirror, an unimpressed look plastered across her face.
Kabir threw his hands up. “What now? This is like the tenth one!”

“It’s not about the number, Kabir,” Ananya said, her tone calm but her eyes sharp. “It’s about taste. Class. Elegance.”

Ira giggled. “Basically, everything you don’t have, Kabir.”

“Excuse me?” he gasped dramatically. “I’m the one who picked your engagement outfit!”

“Correction,” Ananya said, turning to him. “You pointed randomly. I made the final decision.”

Kabir sighed, slumping into the nearest chair. “Remind me why I came here.”

“To carry our shopping bags,” Ananya and Ira said in unison, both sharing a high-five afterward.

For the past two hours, they’d been going through racks of designer gowns — silks, velvets, sequins, every color imaginable. Yet nothing made Ananya Rathore Singhania stop and say, “This is it.”

She crossed her arms, exhaling sharply. “Not one gown that fits the vibe. Is that too much to ask?”

Ira chuckled. “What vibe exactly are we talking about? CEO-slash-mafia-queen-slash-diva?”

“Exactly,” Ananya replied, dead serious.

And that’s when the store suddenly fell a little quieter.
The air shifted — like it always did when he entered a room.

A deep voice came from behind, smooth and teasing,
“Maybe you just didn’t find the right person to choose for you.”

Ananya turned, her lips curving up unconsciously.
Standing there, in his crisp black shirt with sleeves rolled to his elbows, was Devansh Singhania.
In his hands, he held a gown — dark blue, elegant yet bold, perfectly matching her.

“Devansh…” she breathed, half surprised, half caught off guard.

Kabir groaned dramatically. “Of course! The hero entry. I swear this man has timing like a Bollywood director.”

Ira elbowed him. “Shh. Let the scene play out.”

Devansh walked closer, his eyes never leaving Ananya’s. “I saw this and thought it was made for you.”

Ananya tilted her head, trying to mask the small smile forming on her lips. “You sure it’s not your taste you’re pushing on me, Mr. Singhania?”

He smirked. “Our tastes usually match, Mrs. Singhania.”

Kabir coughed loudly. “And that’s my cue to leave before they start flirting in HD resolution.”

Ira laughed, whispering, “Let them be, Kabir. This is better than Netflix.”

Ananya took the gown from Devansh’s hand, running her fingers lightly over the fabric. “Hmm… not bad,” she said with fake nonchalance.

“Not bad?” Devansh raised a brow. “That’s all I get?”

She smirked. “I’ll let the mirror decide.”

“Try it on,” he said softly.

Kabir put his hands up. “Oh, we definitely don’t need to be here for that.”

“Get out,” Ananya said sweetly, glaring at him and Ira both.

“Gladly,” Kabir said, grabbing Ira’s hand. “We’ll be outside pretending not to hear anything.”

As they left, Devansh and Ananya shared a quiet glance — the kind that said a thousand things without words.

She looked down at the gown again and whispered, “You know… I think you were right.”

Devansh’s smile deepened. “I usually am.”

“Don’t push it, Mr. Singhania,” she teased, walking toward the changing room with the gown in hand, her heels clicking against the marble floor — graceful, powerful, herself.

A few minutes later, Devansh stood there, scrolling absentmindedly through his phone — but his mind wasn’t in it.
He couldn’t help glancing toward the changing room every few seconds.

Kabir and Ira had gone to another section of the store, leaving him alone. The soft hum of music and faint rustle of fabric filled the air.

Then, the curtain shifted.

And there she was.

Ananya stepped out slowly, the dark blue gown cascading perfectly along her frame — elegant, regal, confident. The golden embroidery shimmered under the soft lighting, catching every flicker of her movement.
But more than the gown — it was her aura that filled the room.

For a moment, Devansh forgot to breathe.
She stood tall, adjusting the strap slightly, her eyes meeting his in the mirror’s reflection.

“So…?” she asked, her tone teasing but her heart beating faster than she’d admit.

Devansh took a step closer — slow, deliberate. His gaze was steady, admiring yet full of quiet pride.

“You look…” he paused, searching for the right word, “…like everything the world fears and still can’t stop admiring.”

Ananya blinked, caught off guard by the depth in his voice. “That’s… quite a line, Mr. Singhania.”

He smiled slightly. “It’s not a line. It’s a fact.”

For a few seconds, silence wrapped around them — comfortable, magnetic.
Ananya looked away, trying to hide the faint blush rising on her cheeks.

“Hmm, not bad,” she said, pretending to inspect the gown again. “I guess you do have decent taste after all.”

“Decent?” he chuckled, stepping even closer until there was barely a breath’s distance between them. “You really don’t like giving me credit, do you?”

She smirked. “Where’s the fun in that?”

Before he could answer, Kabir’s voice echoed from across the store —
“BAS KARO TUM DONO! This is a designer store, not a movie set!”

Ananya rolled her eyes while Devansh chuckled, muttering under his breath, “Every romantic moment — ruined by him.”

“Always,” she replied, smiling.

Then she turned toward the mirror again, her reflection glowing in that blue gown — and whispered softly, almost to herself,
“I think I found my dress.”

Devansh’s eyes softened. “Correction — our victory look.”

Ananya looked at herself one last time in the mirror and smiled faintly. Then she turned toward Devansh, who was still standing there with his hands in his pockets, watching her like she was the only thing that existed.

“Alright, enough of staring, Mr. Singhania,” she said, breaking his trance. “Now it’s your turn.”

Devansh raised an eyebrow. “My turn for what?”

“To look for your outfit,” Ananya said, crossing her arms. “You think I’ll let you show up at the event in one of your boring black suits again?”

“Excuse me?” he said with a fake offended expression. “Those black suits have class.”

“They have repetition,” she countered, walking past him. “Come on, I’ll choose something for you. Don’t argue, I have better taste.”

Devansh followed, a teasing smile tugging at his lips. “Better taste? The same person who once bought a neon pink tie thinking it was ‘unique’?”

“That was a fashion experiment, thank you,” she said, shooting him a glare. “And I’ve improved since then.”

“Sure you have,” he said, laughing under his breath.

Ananya ignored him and started flipping through the men’s section racks. After a few minutes, she pulled out a deep navy-blue tuxedo with subtle gold detailing on the collar.

“This one,” she said confidently, holding it up against him.

Devansh glanced down at the tuxedo, then at her. “You chose this for me?”

“Obviously,” she said, adjusting the hanger a little higher near his shoulders. “Strong, elegant, and intimidating — suits you perfectly.”

He leaned slightly closer, his voice lowering just a bit. “Are we still talking about the tuxedo… or me?”

Ananya gave him a look — half warning, half amused. “Both.”

Kabir’s voice broke in again from behind them, loud as ever —
“Bas karo tum dono! Pehle meri engagement ka dress, ab flirting ka session! Yeh kya ho raha hai yaar?”

Ananya turned around dramatically. “Then next time, go alone, Mr. Confusion.”

Kabir raised his hands in defeat while Ira giggled.

Devansh, still smiling, looked at Ananya and said softly, “So, final verdict?”

Ananya glanced at the tuxedo one last time and said, “You’ll look perfect in this. Just… try not to steal my spotlight.”

He smirked. “No promises, Mrs. Singhania.”

After finalizing Devansh’s tuxedo, Ananya turned toward Kabir and Ira, who were busy arguing over color shades.

“Now, Mr. Groom-to-be,” she said, hands on her hips. “Your turn.”

Kabir groaned dramatically. “Anu, please — not another two-hour session, I’m exhausted already.”

“Oh no, no,” Ananya said sweetly, “you made me sit here for three hours for your engagement outfit. Now it’s payback time.”

Devansh chuckled. “You heard her, Kabir. Better obey before she throws a hanger at you.”

Ira giggled, “Exactly, Kabir. You better listen before we both gang up on you.”

“Great,” Kabir sighed, “betrayed by my fiancée and my sister. What a day.”

Ignoring his sarcasm, Ananya started going through the men’s collection again. After a few minutes, she pulled out a rich cream-colored suit .

“Try this,” she said, passing it to him. “It’s perfect for the event—and classy enough for your engagement announcement.”

Kabir’s eyes widened. “Announcement?”

Ananya smirked. “Yes, we’ll make it official there. It’s high time the world knows Mr. Kabir Malhotra is finally off the market.”

Devansh added teasingly, “And finally, some peace for the rest of us.”

Ira blushed slightly, but Ananya winked at her. “Don’t worry, Ira, we’ll pick something equally stunning for you too.”

After a few rounds of browsing, Ananya stopped at a beautiful pastel lavender gown. She held it up in front of Ira.

“This one,” she said softly. “Elegant, subtle, but still makes a statement. Just like you.”

Ira’s eyes sparkled as she ran her fingers over the embroidery. “It’s beautiful, Anu.”

Kabir looked at her and nodded. “Perfect — for my perfect girl.”

Ananya and Devansh exchanged a knowing smile as Ananya said, “Aww, look at him trying to be romantic for once.”

Kabir rolled his eyes. “Let me live my moment, yaar.”

They all laughed together, the tension from before completely gone. Soon, their outfits were packed and finalized — Kabir and Ira’s engagement announcement ready to become one of the highlights of the grand event.

As they walked out of the store, Devansh slipped his hand into Ananya’s and whispered, “You did good, Mrs. Singhania.”

Ananya smiled softly. “I always do, Mr. Singhania.”

The night was alive with flashes of cameras, glittering lights, and the soft hum of conversations as the city’s elite gathered for the grand collaboration event between Singhania Group of Companies and Rathore Industries. Outside, a sleek black luxury sedan glided to a halt. Its polished surface gleamed under the spotlights, reflecting the surrounding grandeur. The subtle hum of the engine was replaced by the excited whispers of the waiting crowd.

Devansh stepped out first, his black tailored suit hugging his powerful frame perfectly. Every step he took exuded authority, the kind of presence that could command attention without a word. His shoes clicked against the marble floor, and a soft breeze ruffled his hair, adding to the dangerously magnetic aura around him. He scanned the entrance before moving to the other side of the car, opening the door with precision.

Ananya emerged, her black saree flowing like liquid silk, hugging her curves flawlessly. Silver embellishments caught the light, glinting like tiny stars with every graceful step she took. Her hair cascaded over her shoulders in soft waves, and her intense gaze swept over the crowd. The aura she radiated was intoxicating — a perfect blend of elegance, power, and poise that matched Devansh effortlessly.

As soon as she stepped out, Devansh’s hands slipped around her waist instinctively. Their closeness drew a hush over the nearby photographers, but neither of them seemed to notice. Two of the most powerful CEOs, walking as one, were a force impossible to ignore.

Ananya leaned slightly into him, letting her fingers rest on his forearm. “So much attention,” she murmured, her voice calm but confident.

Devansh’s lips curved into a small, knowing smirk. “Let them stare. They’ve never seen two CEOs move like this.”

The air around them was electric. Reporters shouted questions, but Devansh guided them toward the grand hall, ensuring that Ananya was always slightly in front of him, a silent shield and a bold display of their unity.

Inside, the atmosphere shifted instantly. The soft hum of conversation was replaced by a reverent silence, the kind reserved for moments of undeniable power and glamour. Guests turned to look, whispers trailing in their wake. Kabir, standing nearby in a charcoal suit with a subtle silver tie, joined them, nodding professionally.

“Looking sharp as always,” he said, gesturing toward Devansh.

“And you’re finally behaving,” Ananya teased lightly, her eyes twinkling as she adjusted her saree.

“Someone has to keep him in line,” Kabir shot back, a sly smile playing on his lips. “Otherwise, he’ll scare half the media away.”

Devansh’s deep chuckle resonated softly. “I scare when necessary, Kabir.”

“Touché,” Kabir said, shaking his head with amusement.

The host’s voice rang out, smooth and commanding, announcing, “Ladies and gentlemen, please take your seats as the event is about to begin.” The trio moved toward their seats, a seamless unit that drew subtle nods of admiration from the elite attendees.

Soon, the grand hall was filled with prominent figures: Rajveer and Meenakshi Singhania, Nivedita Oberoi, Harshad and Kavita Rathore, Arjun and Radhika Malhotra, and Ira with her parents, Ishan and Kriti Shekhawat. Soft murmurs of greetings passed among them, each exchange polite but meaningful, acknowledging their business alliances and personal respect.

“I’m glad the collaboration is finally happening,” Rajveer said quietly to Meenakshi, watching Ananya with a proud smile.

“It’s about time,” Meenakshi replied. “Ananya and Devansh working together publicly like this—it’s perfect for both companies.”

Nivedita, ever the sharp-eyed observer, whispered to Rajveer, “I hope our Mrs. CEO can handle all this attention.”

“Don’t worry,” Rajveer said, eyes following Ananya. “She’s more than capable. And with Devansh by her side…” His words trailed, but his meaning was clear.

The host’s announcement pulled everyone’s attention back as the models from both companies began walking the ramp, showcasing a seamless blend of corporate elegance and high fashion. Ananya’s eyes sparkled with excitement as she observed the meticulous coordination, occasionally noting a design or a pose, her business instincts always alert.

Devansh leaned slightly toward her, his voice low but commanding, “See? Even here, control matters. Every detail counts.”

Ananya’s smirk was confident, almost teasing. “And I see why they call you Singhania. Perfection in motion.”

Kabir, sitting beside them, couldn’t resist whispering, “Just don’t outshine the models too much, Mrs. CEO.”

Ananya laughed softly, her aura magnetic, commanding respect without even trying. Devansh’s eyes flicked to her, a quiet pride burning in his gaze. Together, they were unstoppable, the epitome of power, elegance, and unspoken understanding.

The night had only just begun, but already it was clear: this collaboration was more than business—it was a declaration.

Piya, approached with a purposeful stride. “Mam, it’s time. You and sir have to get ready.”

Ananya nodded, her eyes briefly scanning Devansh, Kabir, and Ira. “Come on, we have to get ready,” she said, her tone calm but commanding.

The three of them nodded in response and stood from their seats. Kabir shot her a teasing grin. “Finally, the boss lady commands, and we obey.”

Ananya rolled her eyes with a faint smirk. “You better behave, or I might make you regret being here.”

They all walked toward the changing rooms, the soft clack of heels echoing slightly against the polished marble floor. Ananya’s mind was calm, focused—she knew exactly how she wanted this moment to unfold.

Moments later, she emerged, every bit the embodiment of elegance and power. Her dark blue half-shoulder slit gown hugged her form gracefully, the slit on her left leg revealing just enough to captivate, yet leaving an air of mystery. Her heels added height, accentuating the length of her legs, while her hair, tied into a sleek bun, gave her a regal aura. The gown shimmered subtly under the lights, the delicate embroidery along the neckline catching glints from every angle.

“Looking deadly breathless, Mrs. Singhania,” a deep voice remarked from behind her.

Ananya turned slightly and saw Devansh leaning casually against the doorway, his dark blue suit perfectly complementing her gown. His tie was neatly in place, shoes polished to a reflective shine. Every inch of him exuded the quiet dominance and poise she had come to know so well.

She smirked, brushing a stray lock of hair from her face. “Deadly, huh? Don’t get too distracted, Devansh. You have to keep your eyes on your wife.”

He chuckled, his eyes darkening slightly as he stepped closer. “I’ll try not to, but no promises.”

With a teasing grin, he added, “Alright, it’s your move first to rule. I’ll join you later.”

Ananya nodded, taking a deep, steadying breath. Her heels clicked confidently against the polished floor as she made her way toward the stage.

The moment she stepped onto the ramp, all eyes were on her. The soft blue lights of the hall seemed to cling to her every movement, highlighting the shimmer of her gown and the elegance in each step. She walked with a perfectly measured, confident stride, her shoulders back, chin slightly lifted, eyes scanning the crowd with calculated poise. Every turn, every slight sway of her hips, spoke of hours of training, discipline, and innate grace.

The slit of her gown swayed with each step, revealing her toned leg in flashes, adding subtle sensuality without diminishing the professionalism of her presence. Her aura was magnetic, commanding, and mesmerizing, drawing the attention of both men and women alike. The lights seemed to bow in her presence, reflecting the shimmer of her gown with every step she took.

From the front row, Meenakshi, Kavita, Radhika, and Kriti cheered loudly, their faces glowing with pride. “That’s our girl!” “Incredible, Ananya!” “She’s unstoppable!” Their voices were full of maternal pride and admiration, making Ananya’s heart swell softly despite her professional composure.

Across the hall, men whispered among themselves, some leaning forward, appreciating the blend of elegance, beauty, and dominance she carried. But Devansh’s gaze never left her. Every step she took, every slight movement, he observed with quiet pride and awe, silently measuring how perfect she looked in that moment—powerful, confident, and utterly captivating.

At the backstage, Kabir nudged Ira, his eyes fixed on Ananya. “My sister is literally killing it,” he whispered.

Ira smiled, clutching Kabir’s arm. “I told you, she’s unmatched. Look at the control, the confidence…she’s amazing.”

Ananya continued her walk, each step deliberate and calculated, the train of her gown following her like a shadow that accentuated her elegance. She turned slightly at the midpoint of the ramp, pausing just long enough to let the crowd soak in her presence, before continuing, her posture perfect, her eyes sharp yet soft, exuding both authority and allure.

She stopped briefly letting the crowd soak in her presence closed her eyes and muttered under her breath "I did it" then opened them again.

The hall was silent for a moment, every gaze fixated, cameras flashing, the energy electric. She had the crowd in her hands. This was her stage, her moment, and she ruled it like a queen.

As Ananya finished her commanding walk on the ramp, the spotlight subtly shifted. A hush fell over the hall. Then, from the far end of the stage, a figure appeared—Devansh Singhania.

He stepped forward slowly, purposefully, every movement measured and confident. His dark blue suit was perfectly tailored, hugging his broad shoulders and tapering seamlessly at the waist. The crisp white shirt underneath contrasted sharply with the dark suit, and his tie, expertly knotted, gave him a refined yet imposing look. His shoes gleamed under the lights, reflecting his meticulous attention to detail.

The aura around him was undeniable. Every head in the hall turned as he walked. There was an effortless command in the way he carried himself, the quiet strength of a man who knew exactly the effect he had on everyone around him. His jawline, strong and sculpted, caught the light, and his eyes, dark and intense, scanned the crowd—not with arrogance, but with a silent assurance that he was in complete control.

Devansh’s pace was steady, his stride long and purposeful, exuding authority while still emanating an almost magnetic charm. The lights reflected off the subtle sheen of his suit, making him look like he had been carved for the stage. There was a calculated grace in every step—the tilt of his chin, the set of his shoulders, the way he exuded dominance without saying a word.

Backstage, whispers rose among the audience. Some tried to describe it, but words fell short. Men admired the sheer presence of a man who seemed to own the room without even trying. Women were captivated—not just by his looks, but by the quiet, magnetic aura that followed him like a shadow.

As Devansh approached the center stage, his eyes locked on Ananya. A faint, almost imperceptible smile touched his lips. She noticed it, her pulse quickening slightly, but her expression remained composed, professional, yet powerful.

Then, in perfect synchrony, he reached her side. Their hands met, fingers intertwining naturally, and for a moment, it was as if the world outside ceased to exist. The duo—two of the most powerful figures in their respective worlds—stood together, poised and commanding, the air around them electric.

Together, they began to walk the runway. Each step was synchronized, a silent rhythm of confidence, elegance, and undeniable power. Ananya’s gown shimmered under the lights while Devansh’s suit reflected a subtle sheen, creating a visual harmony that made them look like a perfectly paired force, unstoppable and mesmerizing.

The crowd was captivated. Cameras flashed continuously, but the duo seemed to exist only for each other in that moment—the confident CEO and the commanding businessman, walking as equals, yet perfectly complementing each other.

Ananya’s eyes sparkled with a mixture of pride and a subtle hint of mischief as she glanced at Devansh. “I told you, Mr.,” she whispered, her voice low but audible enough for him. “It’s my move first, remember?”

Devansh smirked, his gaze softening but still intense. “I’ll follow your lead, Mrs.,” he replied, his voice low, carrying both authority and warmth.

Together, they completed the walk, their aura dominating the hall, leaving everyone in awe. The synergy between them was palpable—a blend of elegance, power, and subtle romance that no one could ignore. Every step, every glance, every slight interaction between them was a statement: they were not just partners in life, but rulers of their own worlds.

As Devansh and Ananya reached the end of the ramp, the hall erupted in applause and cheers. Cameras flashed non-stop; reporters whispered among themselves, trying to find words strong enough to describe what they had just witnessed.

They weren’t just watching two CEOs walk a ramp — they were witnessing a statement of power, unity, and unmatched chemistry.

In the front row, Meenakshi wiped a tear of pride while pretending to fix her earring. Kavita smiled proudly, whispering to Harshad, “Just look at her… our little girl, ruling the world like she was born for it.”

Harshad chuckled softly, eyes filled with emotion. “That’s my daughter — fearless, confident, and just like her mother.”

Radhika and Kriti exchanged glances, both smiling wide.

“She’s glowing,” Radhika whispered.

“Not just glowing,” Kriti said with a grin, “she’s on fire.”

Even the men couldn’t hide their pride. Rajveer leaned back in his seat, smirking, “Singhania couple stole the show.”

Kabir — standing near the backstage, practically bouncing with excitement — cheered loudly, “THAT’S MY SISTER! My deadly diva!”

Ira laughed beside him, clapping. “Our Anu is literally slaying the ramp!”

As the applause continued, Devansh and Ananya shared a small glance before turning around gracefully and walking back together.

When they reached the backstage, Ananya finally let out a soft sigh of relief and a playful smile.

Devansh chuckled lowly, loosening his tie slightly. “Well, Mrs. Singhania,” he said, his tone teasing yet warm, “you’ve officially made the entire crowd forget about the actual event.”

Ananya raised an eyebrow, smirking. “Wasn’t that the plan, Mr. Singhania?”

He stepped a little closer, eyes holding hers. “Maybe,” he said quietly, “but you didn’t just rule the ramp, Ananya… you owned it. You didn’t walk like a model — you walked like the Queen.”

She smiled, the confidence in her eyes softening for a moment. “And you, Devansh, didn’t walk like a businessman — you walked like the King who stood beside her.”

He gave a small laugh, shaking his head. “Then it’s settled,” he said, his voice low and sincere. “Together, we rule everything — business, stage… and maybe even hearts.”

Ananya looked at him, her lips curving into a knowing smile. “Careful, Mr. Singhania,” she said softly, “you’re starting to sound romantic.”

Devansh leaned closer, his tone teasing but with a softness in his gaze. “Only when it’s you, Mrs. Singhania.”

Before Ananya could respond, Kabir’s loud voice echoed from behind, “HELLO LOVE BIRDS! The event isn’t over yet!”

Ira followed with a playful grin, “You two looked too perfect out there. Half the crowd forgot to breathe.”

Ananya rolled her eyes while Devansh chuckled. “Alright, alright,” she said, pretending to be annoyed, “let’s go before these two start teasing again.”

As they walked back toward the main hall, the host’s voice echoed through the speakers, announcing,
“Ladies and gentlemen, let’s hear it one more time for the most powerful duo of the evening — Mr. and Mrs. Singhania!”

The applause roared again, and this time, Devansh gently placed his hand on Ananya’s back, guiding her forward. She looked up at him, a small smile playing on her lips — and for a moment, amid all the noise, lights, and admiration, it was just them — two souls, standing tall, ruling their world together.

After Devansh and Ananya’s powerful walk, the lights dimmed for a few seconds, the atmosphere still buzzing with energy. Then, a soft golden spotlight glided across the ramp, and the host’s voice echoed —

“And now, presenting the next power duo — Mr. Kabir Malhotra and Miss Ira Shekhawat!”

A murmur of excitement spread through the audience. Everyone already knew that these two were soon to be engaged, but seeing them walk together for the first time on such a grand stage made it all feel real — and beautiful.

Kabir appeared first, dressed in a cream colour tuxedo that perfectly matched his confident smirk. His hair was neatly styled, his aura relaxed yet effortlessly charming. A few of the models passing by exchanged knowing smiles — after all, this was Kabir Malhotra, the man who could make a joke out of anything yet command attention like he was born for it.

And then came Ira.
She walked in wearing her lavender gown, fitted at the waist and flowing elegantly to the floor. The gown shimmered under the spotlight with every step she took, reflecting her grace and composure. Her soft curls framed her face perfectly, and her smile — bright, calm, confident — was the kind that drew every eye in the room.

As she reached Kabir, he offered his hand dramatically, bowing slightly.
“Ready, Miss Shekhawat?” he asked playfully.

“Always, Mr. Malhotra,” she replied, slipping her hand into his.

Together, they walked down the ramp — their chemistry was light and easy, full of teasing glances and soft laughter. Unlike Devansh and Ananya’s commanding presence, Kabir and Ira’s walk radiated warmth, comfort, and unspoken love. They weren’t trying to rule the stage — they were simply enjoying it, and that made them just as captivating.

At one point, Kabir whispered something to Ira, and she tried not to laugh, lightly nudging his arm as if warning him to behave. The audience chuckled seeing their natural playfulness. Cameras flashed again, but this time the energy felt softer — like witnessing a love story unfold.

When they reached the end of the ramp, the host smiled and said,

“Ladies and gentlemen, before we move further — there’s something special to share tonight. The union of two beautiful souls, from two powerful families. Please join me in celebrating — the soon-to-be engagement of Mr. Kabir Malhotra and Miss Ira Shekhawat!”

The entire hall filled with cheers and applause. Meenakshi and Rajveer clapped proudly, exchanging a glance of pure happiness. Harshad and Kavita smiled warmly, while Radhika and Kriti were already tearing up.

Ananya and Devansh — standing together at the side of the stage — clapped with proud smiles.

“Finally,” Ananya whispered teasingly. “After months of listening to their secret plans and endless drama.”

Devansh chuckled. “True. I was starting to think Kabir would propose after retirement.”

Ananya gave him a playful glare. “You’re one to talk, Mr. Late Proposal.”

He raised a brow. “Touché.”

Back on the ramp, Kabir and Ira waved at their families and bowed to the crowd before walking back, still holding hands.
Kabir leaned toward Ira and whispered, “Not bad, Miss Shekhawat — we managed not to trip, smile naturally, and make everyone fall for us. We’re practically professionals.”

Ira laughed softly. “You talk too much, Mr. Malhotra.”

“Only when I’m happy,” he said with a grin.

They walked backstage, greeted by cheers from their cousins and friends. Ananya and Devansh hugged them both — Devansh patting Kabir’s back proudly, while Ananya pulled Ira into a warm hug.

“Ready for your big day?” Ananya teased.

“After today,” Ira said, smiling at Kabir, “I think I’m more than ready.”

And in that moment — surrounded by lights, laughter, and love — the event didn’t just celebrate business or success… it celebrated family, unity, and beginnings that were written in the stars.

After Kabir and Ira’s walk, the applause still echoed through the hall. The host thanked everyone and moved on with the next segment of the event, but the backstage was already buzzing with energy. Models, staff, and assistants were congratulating the four — Devansh, Ananya, Kabir, and Ira — for their flawless walk and commanding presence.

Ananya smiled politely, nodding at a few compliments before turning to Devansh.

“Let’s get changed before the media decides to storm in,” she said, her tone calm but practical.

Devansh smirked, “You mean before you get irritated by the flashlights.”

“Exactly,” she replied, already walking toward her changing room.

Kabir and Ira followed them, still laughing about something from the ramp.

“Admit it, I looked better than you,” Kabir teased.

Ira gave him a look. “You looked like my bodyguard, not my fiancé.”

“Ouch,” he said dramatically. “At least I’m a handsome one.”

“Keep telling yourself that,” she replied with a grin as she pushed open her changing room door.

Moments later, the four emerged from their respective rooms, now back in their usual outfits.

Devansh was once again in his sharp black suit, the very definition of authority. Ananya too was back in her black saree, her hair let loose this time, the soft curls brushing against her shoulders. Kabir came out in a crisp white shirt paired with a navy-blue blazer, looking effortlessly charming, while Ira wore a pastel pink gown that highlighted her soft elegance.

They regrouped near the hallway leading to the main venue. The difference in their moods was visible — the tension of performance had faded, replaced by light-hearted laughter.

Kabir looked at Ananya and said with a mock-serious face, “You have no idea, Anu, how close I was to slipping on that stage.”

Ananya gave him a sharp look. “And you thought telling me after the walk was a good idea?”

He chuckled, raising his hands in defense. “What? It would’ve made you panic.”

Devansh shook his head, smirking. “You should’ve let him fall. Maybe he’d learn some grace.”

“Ha ha, very funny, Dev,” Kabir said dryly.

Ira rolled her eyes. “Boys. Always trying to one-up each other.”

Ananya smirked, crossing her arms. “That’s why women run the world.”

Devansh leaned closer and whispered, “In this house, I’m convinced that’s true.”

Ananya’s lips curved into a small smile. “Glad you’ve realized it.”

The group laughed softly, the moment light but meaningful — a balance of power and love.

Just then, Paras approached.

“Sir, ma’am — the press is waiting in the lobby for photos before the dinner.”

Devansh nodded. “We’ll be there in five minutes.”

Ananya turned toward Ira and Kabir. “You two ready for round two? Because after that engagement announcement, the cameras will be all over you.”

Kabir smirked. “We were born ready.”

Ira gave him a look. “Speak for yourself, Mr. Overconfident.”

Devansh chuckled. “Let’s just survive the pictures first.”

And with that, the four of them began walking toward the lobby — the air around them filled with elegance and composure, yet an unspoken warmth that only family could carry. Cameras were already flashing in the distance, but this time, they didn’t feel like business figures or public icons — they were a family standing tall together, ready to face the world side by side.

The moment they stepped into the lobby, the flashes began.

The four — Ananya, Devansh, Kabir, and Ira — walked in perfect sync, calm and composed, the aura of authority surrounding them. Reporters surged forward, mics lifted, voices overlapping. The security immediately formed a barrier, but Devansh gestured for them to let a few media persons in.

“Relax,” he murmured. “We’ll take this.”

The reporters immediately straightened, eager for the first words from India’s most powerful business alliance.

Reporter 1: “Mr. and Mrs. Singhania, this collaboration between Rathore Industries and the Singhania Group has generated significant market interest. What motivated this decision?”

Devansh responded with a composed smile, “This partnership has always been about more than just business—it’s about shared vision. When two legacies align toward a common goal, competition gives way to collaboration. Our commitment is long-term, focused on innovation and sustainable growth.”

Ananya added confidently, “We have each built empires individually. Now, by joining forces, we are combining our strengths to shape the next generation of business.”

The audience murmured their approval, clearly impressed by her poised authority.

Reporter 2: “Mrs. Singhania, your presence today is remarkable. Given the intense media scrutiny regarding your past, how does it feel to stand here, stronger than ever?”

Ananya’s expression remained composed, her eyes sharpening with quiet resolve. “Everyone has a past. It does not define us but shapes who we become. I do not hide my scars; I wear them as proof that I survived and chose to rise. Today, I am not merely standing—I am leading.”

The room fell briefly silent, cameras flashing with admiration. Devansh watched her with evident pride.

Reporter 3: “Mr. Singhania, there’s a saying that behind every strong man there’s a stronger woman. How do you view Mrs. Singhania’s role in your success?”

Devansh smiled meaningfully. “They are mistaken. She is not behind me; she stands beside me—always. We do not vie for power; we share it.”

He glanced toward Ananya. “And should anyone attempt to undermine her, they would have to face me first. Although I doubt anyone would dare; she commands respect on her own.”

Ananya chuckled softly, and the reporters captured the rare and genuine chemistry between two of the most prominent business leaders.

Reporter 4: “Mr. Malhotra, Ms. Shekhawat—congratulations on your engagement announcement. How does it feel to have your engagement as part of such a prestigious event?”

Kabir grinned charmingly. “It feels like hitting a double jackpot—achieving both business success and personal happiness in the same week.”

Ira rolled her eyes playfully and added with a smile, “And hopefully fewer speeches from Kabir, or people might walk out.”

Laughter rippled through the room, including among the reporters.

Reporter 5: “You four represent some of the most influential families in the country. Is this unity limited to business, or can we expect further collaborations extending beyond?”

Ananya glanced at Devansh, then at Kabir and Ira. “When family unites, every collaboration becomes a legacy. We are not just building companies—we are building an empire that will endure.”

Devansh nodded firmly. “This event is merely the beginning.”

Flashbulbs intensified, as photographers vied to capture this significant moment: the Singhanias, Rathores, Malhotras, and Shekhawats united—not only by name but by strength, ambition, and loyalty.

As the group turned to depart, Kabir whispered, “We nailed it.”

Ananya smirked. “Did you ever doubt it?”

Devansh’s voice was calm but proud. “Not for a second.”

Together, they walked away—poised, confident, undisturbed by the surrounding noise—four names united as one legacy.

The chandeliers in the lobby sparkled like a thousand frozen stars, their light reflecting off the polished marble floor. The atmosphere was filled with soft conversation, the gentle clinking of cutlery, and the subtle fragrance of carefully arranged floral displays. The grandeur of the hall embodied legacy, power, and prestige. Representatives of the Singhania, Rathore, Malhotra, and Shekhawat families gathered—not merely as guests, but as pillars of their intertwined empires.

Ananya adjusted the drape of her saree. Devansh’s hand naturally found its place at her waist. He glanced at her, a small smile tugging at his lips and pride shining in his eyes.

As they approached the dining area, Rajveer and Meenakshi were already engaged in conversation with Harshad and Kavita. Their expressions softened upon seeing the younger couples arrive.

Rajveer remarked, “Ananya, Devansh, you have truly outdone yourselves tonight. The unity and elegance on display—it goes beyond business. It reflects the strength you bring to this family.”

Ananya smiled warmly. “Thank you, Papa. But it’s not just me. Devansh has been my constant, my anchor.”

Devansh took her hand gently. “And she has been mine. Together, we are not only stronger, but we share a deeper understanding of legacy.”

Meenakshi’s eyes glistened with pride—a mother’s acknowledgment of both husband’s devotion and daughter-in-law’s strength.

She said, “Ananya, your grace and intelligence are remarkable. You have embraced this role fully. You’re not only my daughter-in-law but the partner I always hoped my son would find.”

Harshad nodded, his voice calm but marked with emotion. “It is reassuring to see Ananya standing strong and confident. Devansh, you have found a partner whose ambition matches your own—someone who will also keep you grounded.”

Ananya’s gaze softened as she leaned slightly toward Devansh. “We balance each other, Dad. That has always been our strength.”

Across the table, Arjun and Radhika discussed Kabir and Ira’s engagement preparations with quiet amusement.

Arjun observed, “It’s rare to see them both so focused yet at ease. Kabir has grown into a responsible man, and Ira is a formidable force. Together, they are unstoppable.”

Radhika smiled softly. “Indeed. Watching Devansh and Ananya tonight reminds me that alliances go beyond business. They are founded on trust, respect, and seeing the person behind the title.”

Observing quietly, Ishan and Kriti nodded in agreement, their hands gently touching as they exchanged a proud look toward their daughter.

Kriti commented, “Ira’s precision, combined with Kabir’s balanced heart, makes this event more than just a celebration of business. It’s a testament to foresight, family, and enduring bonds.”

As the families took their seats, the staff served the carefully prepared delicacies. The conversation naturally shifted to shared experiences, growth, and reflections on the past years.

Kavita noted, “It has been five years since an event of this magnitude brought us together. Much has changed, yet seeing all of you tonight evokes a rare continuity—something money cannot buy. It is family, loyalty, and a shared vision.”

Harshad added, “And the strength to protect one another. These five years have taught us that behind every empire is a family willing to fight, endure, and celebrate victories together.”

Ananya’s gaze swept across the table, taking in the warmth, pride, subtle tensions, and unspoken bonds that united these families. Her hand found Devansh’s, squeezing it gently.

In a soft voice meant only for her, Devansh said, “This—all of this—is just the beginning.”

Ananya’s lips curved into a small, confident smile. “Let the next chapters begin.”

The atmosphere around the long dinner table was light — filled with laughter, casual conversation, and the occasional clink of glasses — until Nivedita’s smooth, taunting voice pierced the calm.

“Bhaiya, didn’t the manager of VMK Industries attend? We invited all the important guests, didn’t we?” Her tone was laced with faux innocence, but the smirk tugging at her lips betrayed her true intent. Her eyes flicked deliberately toward Ananya — sharp, assessing, and cold. “Or perhaps some prefer to avoid the ghosts of their past?”

Ananya’s smile remained intact, but her jaw tightened slightly. Her hand curled beneath the table, nails pressing into her palm.

Before Ananya could respond, Devansh’s voice cut through the murmurs — calm, low, and weighted enough to silence the entire table.

“Mrs. Oberoi.”

He pronounced her name with the precision of a blade. “Seems you have developed quite the fascination with the past tonight. Perhaps it’s because your present holds less intrigue.”

A flicker of discomfort crossed Nivedita’s face, but she attempted to dismiss it with a laugh.

“Oh, come on, Devansh, I was merely asking a question—”

Devansh leaned forward slightly, his voice icy and resolute.

“No. You were taking a deliberate jab at my wife. And I do not take that lightly.”

His words were measured and controlled, yet carried undeniable weight.

“She owes no one explanations—not for her past, not for her choices, and certainly not for her existence. Especially not to those who measure worth by gossip instead of strength.”

A profound silence fell over the table. Even the background music seemed to fade away.

Ananya placed her glass down deliberately, her voice steady and confident.

“Mrs. Oberoi, people who cannot match your level often find solace in questioning how you achieved it.”

Her eyes locked onto Nivedita’s — unflinching and proud.

“But it’s rather endearing that you continue to try.”

The reaction was immediate—gasps and a few muffled chuckles from the younger guests.

Nivedita’s smirk vanished completely, replaced by visible irritation.

“You’ve certainly grown bold.”

Devansh responded coldly, “She has always been bold. You just never saw it until now.”

He leaned back, his gaze hardening.

“And Mrs.Oberoi, let me make this clear: if anyone dares disrespect her again—even with a glance—they won’t be speaking to the media next time. They’ll be facing me. And that is never a pleasant conversation.”

Though his voice remained calm, the quiet fury behind it resonated louder than any outburst. Guests around the table exchanged stunned or cautious looks.

Rajveer finally cleared his throat, his voice awkward but composed.

“Let’s not let meaningless words spoil a beautiful evening. We are here to celebrate—not gossip.”

Devansh allowed a faint smile, though his eyes remained sharp.

“Exactly. Celebrations remain memorable only when everyone remembers their boundaries.”

He lifted his glass as if nothing had happened. Ananya glanced at him sideways, admiration and affection shining in her eyes. Their eyes met briefly—an unspoken assurance of safety and solidarity.

Nivedita, however, remained silent, her earlier confidence replaced by a tight, simmering smile.

Ananya’s hand tightened once more under the table. She set her glass down with deliberate calm, rose slowly, and the entire room felt the shift — like the first chill of a storm. She fixed Nivedita with a look that cut clean through the chatter.

“Mrs. Oberoi,” she said, every syllable measured, low and very, very clear. “You can parade your curiosity and gossip all you want, but there are lines you do not cross. You’ve taken cheap shots at people you don’t understand, and you’ve chosen to do it in public. That was your choice — and it will be your responsibility.”

She took one slow step closer, the hem of her saree whispering against the floor. Her voice dropped a notch, not loud but impossible to ignore.

“This is your last warning. Mention this — or anything like it — again, and I won’t waste words. I will make a decision that will make you pay for what you tried to start. You will regret having started it, Mrs. Oberoi.”

Silence slammed down on the table like a closing door. Conversations stopped mid-sentence; forks hovered in the air. Even Nivedita, who loved to bait and provoke, felt the colour drain from her face. The smugness in her smile flickered and died. Around them, the elders exchanged looks — respect, unease, and the uneasily obvious fact that Ananya had just drawn a hard boundary.

Devansh’s hand came to rest lightly but possessively at Ananya’s waist. He didn’t need to add anything; his presence, invisible and steady, amplified the promise in her words.

Nivedita opened her mouth as if to snap something back — then closed it. She sat very still, forced politeness folding over her like a mask.

Rajveer cleared his throat, voice careful. “Enough,” he said softly. “We’re here to celebrate.” His words smoothed the edge in the room, but everyone felt the aftershock of what Ananya had just said.

Kabir, sensing the growing heaviness in the air, cleared his throat and said lightly but with purpose, “Alright, enough of this tension. I think Mrs. Oberoi just accidentally created a dramatic scene for tonight’s headlines. Let’s get back to celebrating the real reason we’re here — the collaboration that took five years of sweat, strategy, and sleepless nights.”

He smiled at everyone, breaking the silence that hung like mist. “I mean, if someone doesn’t toast to that soon, I will.”

Harshad chuckled softly, grateful for the diversion. “You’re right, Kabir. Tonight is about growth — of both families and business. This partnership isn’t just about profit; it’s about trust. And trust is built by the people sitting here — not destroyed by outsiders’ whispers.”

Devansh leaned back in his chair, his tone smooth but commanding. “Exactly. We’ve faced bigger storms than words. What matters is unity. The Singhanias and the Rathores built something unshakable — together. And no one can undo that.”

Kavita smiled, warmth replacing the earlier chill. “And that’s what makes me proud. Watching you all not just as business leaders, but as a family that stands together no matter what.”

Rajveer nodded, his expression softening. “When the next generation leads with both strength and heart, even challenges look small. Ananya, Devansh, Kabir, Ira — you’ve all proven that tonight.”

Radhika added with a fond smile, “And I must say, this generation carries more fire than ours ever did. Watching all of you take charge with such confidence — it’s impressive.”

Ishan raised his glass. “Then let’s toast — not just to success, but to resilience, to family, and to the power of standing together when it matters the most.”

Glasses clinked around the table. Laughter slowly replaced the tension.

Ananya smiled faintly, her earlier steel softening into grace. “That’s what family means — standing tall together, even when someone tries to pull you down.”

Devansh looked at her, pride glinting in his eyes. “Exactly,” he said quietly, but his voice carried. “Together, we’re unstoppable.”

And with that, the conversation flowed again — easy, warm, and alive — the perfect balance between power and peace.

The soft melody began to fill the hall, and Kabir clapped his hands, grinning from ear to ear.
“Alright, everyone’s done with food and drama — now it’s time to dance!” he announced, earning a few laughs from around the table.

Ananya groaned dramatically, leaning back in her chair. “No, Kabir. I’m tired. Not at all interested,” she said, waving her hand dismissively.

Before Kabir could protest, Harshad stood up from his seat, a warm yet mischievous smile on his face. He extended his hand toward her and said in a teasing yet soft tone,
“Not interested in dancing… with your dadda?”

Ananya blinked, caught off guard — and then that familiar smile tugged at her lips. “You always know how to win,” she said, standing up and placing her hand in his.

“Of course,” Harshad replied proudly. “I’m your father after all.”

And with that, the father-daughter duo walked gracefully toward the dance floor. The lights softened, a golden hue spilling across the marble as they began to sway in rhythm. Ananya’s laughter echoed softly — free, pure, the kind that reached the corners of the room and warmed every heart present.

Soon enough, Kabir and Ira joined them, spinning together in sync, laughter and joy blending with the music. It wasn’t just a dance floor anymore — it was a scene of love, of family, of stories written in smiles.

Devansh stood a few steps away, watching Ananya — the woman who once carried storms in her eyes, now glowing with unrestrained happiness as she twirled in her father’s arms. A soft smile curved on his lips, his gaze lingering not just on her but on Kavita too, who sat nearby with tears of joy glistening in her eyes.

He walked over to her and stopped in front of her seat, extending his hand with quiet grace. “May I?” he asked gently.

Kavita laughed softly, dabbing the corner of her eye. “You’re asking your mother-in-law for a dance, Mr. Singhania?”

Devansh smiled. “It would be an honor, Mumma.”

Kavita chuckled, shaking her head as she placed her hand in his. “You remind me too much of Harshad sometimes.”

“Then I’ll take that as the best compliment,” Devansh replied, leading her to the dance floor.

The two joined the others, laughter mingling with music, the night glowing in warmth and affection. For a while, there were no companies, no power, no rivalry — just family, love, and unspoken peace.

Rajveer leaned slightly toward Meenakshi, his tone soft but teasing, his eyes glimmering with the kind of affection that years of togetherness only deepened.
“It’s been long since we danced, Mrs. Singhania,” he murmured, extending his hand toward her with a half-smile that still made her heart skip a beat.

Meenakshi looked up at him, surprised for a moment before a faint blush colored her cheeks. “You still remember how to ask properly, Mr. Singhania?” she asked, her voice playful.

Rajveer chuckled lowly. “For you? Always.”

Smiling, Meenakshi placed her hand in his, and he pulled her gently up from her seat. Their fingers laced naturally, like they had done a thousand times before. As they walked toward the dance floor, the crowd instinctively made space for the power couple whose grace commanded silent admiration.

Not far from them, Arjun and Radhika exchanged amused looks. “We can’t let them have all the attention, can we?” Arjun said, offering his hand.

Radhika rolled her eyes fondly. “You still step on my feet every time, Arjun.”

He laughed. “Then consider this an act of courage.”

She sighed dramatically but smiled anyway, placing her hand in his. “Fine. Let’s embarrass ourselves together.”

And soon enough, Ishaan and Kriti followed, the ever-elegant pair smiling as they joined in. Ishaan whispered something to Kriti that made her laugh quietly before they moved to the rhythm, fitting seamlessly among the others.

The dance floor, moments ago just a polished marble expanse, now gleamed under golden lights and soft music — a space alive with laughter, stolen glances, and memories being reborn. The younger ones — Kabir, Ira, and Ananya — smiled at their elders, their hearts full at the sight of love that had aged beautifully yet never dulled.

Harshad smiled mischievously as he twirled Ananya around, her laughter echoing softly with the music. But as she spun, her back collided against a familiar chest — strong, warm, and protective. Before she could even steady herself, Devansh’s arm instinctively circled her waist, pulling her closer.

Ananya blinked, startled, before looking up at him. Devansh smirked. “Stealing dances from your father now, Mrs. Singhania?”

Before she could respond, Harshad chuckled, now holding Kavita in his arms. “Looks like my son-in-law can’t see my princess away from him for even a second.”

Devansh grinned, his eyes glinting with playful defiance. “You can’t really blame me, Dad. You raised a woman impossible to stay away from.”

Kavita laughed softly. “Arrey wah, Devansh! Sweet talking already?”

Ananya shook her head, a teasing smile on her lips. “Mumma, he’s just trying to impress you both.”

Harshad narrowed his eyes at Devansh, pretending to be serious. “Hmm… trying to take my daughter’s side, haan? You remember, beta, she might be your wife now, but she’ll always be my princess first.”

Devansh chuckled, tightening his hold around Ananya slightly. “And I promise to treat your princess exactly the way a king’s daughter deserves.”

“Oh-ho! Look at that confidence,” Harshad said dramatically, glancing at Kavita. “See, your son-in-law has learned diplomacy quite well.”

Kavita smiled warmly. “Of course, he has. After all, he married a CEO — handling words is a survival skill.”

Ananya laughed, resting her head briefly against Devansh’s shoulder. “Papa, Mumma, ab bas bhi kijiye. Don’t team up on him every time.”

Harshad raised a brow, grinning. “Arey beta, teasing the son-in-law is every father-in-law’s birthright.”

Devansh laughed, looking at him with mock surrender. “And surviving your daughter is mine, Dad.”

Everyone around chuckled at that, and even Harshad couldn’t help but laugh heartily.
“Touché, Devansh,” he said, patting his shoulder. “You’re learning fast, beta. You’ll survive just fine.”

The four of them continued swaying lightly, laughter and music blending together — a rare moment of peace and happiness, where even the most powerful looked simply… human, content, and complete.

As Harshad and Kavita twirled away, Devansh caught Ananya’s hand smoothly and pulled her toward the center of the dance floor. The lights dimmed slightly, the melody turned softer — a slow, rhythmic tune that seemed to sync perfectly with the unspoken connection between them.

Ananya looked up at him, her brows arching playfully. “You know, Mr. Singhania, you’re making it a habit to steal me away in front of everyone.”

Devansh’s lips curved into a faint, teasing smirk. “Correction, Mrs. Singhania — I don’t steal what’s already mine.”

Ananya’s eyes gleamed under the golden light, a knowing smile tugging at her lips. “Possessive much?”

“Only when it comes to you,” he murmured, his hand sliding around her waist, pulling her closer until there was barely any space left between them.

Their steps fell into rhythm — slow, graceful, and captivating. Each movement carried a silent story — of power, of love, and of two people who had faced storms yet learned to dance through them together. Devansh twirled her, his eyes never leaving hers, and when she returned to him, he caught her effortlessly, his arm firm at her back.

“You know,” she whispered, her gaze locked with his, “if you keep looking at me like that, people might forget this is a business event.”

Devansh leaned closer, his voice low and husky near her ear. “Let them. Tonight, you’re not the CEO of Rathore Industries. You’re just my Ananya.”

Ananya’s lips curved in a faint smirk as she whispered back, “And you’re not the cold CEO of Singhania Group… at least not for tonight.”

He chuckled, softly brushing his thumb against her chin, his eyes softening. “I’ll take that as a compliment.”

Their movements became more fluid, synchronized — a perfect balance of strength and grace. People around had paused their own conversations, drawn to the power couple on the floor. There was something mesmerizing in the way they moved — not as two individuals, but as one entity, commanding the room without uttering a word.

When the music reached its final note, Devansh gently dipped her, their faces just inches apart. The world around blurred — cameras flashed, whispers stirred — but for them, it was only each other.

Ananya met his gaze, her tone teasing yet soft. “You know you’re making it harder for others to focus on their dinner, right?”

Devansh smirked, pulling her upright, his voice deep. “Good. Let them see what power looks like — when love and ambition walk hand in hand.”

Ananya then rested her head gently on his chest, her eyes fluttering shut as she let herself sink into the calm that only his arms could bring. The soft music faded in the background, and for her, the only rhythm that mattered was the steady, comforting beat of his heart beneath her ear.

Devansh’s hold on her waist instinctively tightened, his thumb tracing small circles against the fabric of her saree as he pulled her closer. The world around them — the lights, the murmurs, the soft laughter — blurred into silence.

He lowered his head slightly, his breath brushing against her ear as he whispered, his tone laced with quiet affection, “Sleepy?”

Ananya hummed softly, nodding her head without opening her eyes. A small smile played on Devansh’s lips — the kind only she ever got to see.

“Let’s get you home, Mrs. Singhania,” he murmured, his voice deep yet tender, wrapping around her like warmth itself.

She smiled faintly at his words, still resting against him. And in that moment — amidst all the power, chaos, and flashing cameras — they looked like nothing less than peace wrapped in each other’s arms.

Devansh guided her gently off the dance floor, his arm protectively around her waist. Everyone’s eyes subtly followed them — not out of curiosity, but admiration. There was something magnetic about the two; power and grace woven perfectly together.

As they stepped outside, the cool night breeze brushed against Ananya’s face, making her shiver slightly. Devansh noticed instantly and slipped off his black blazer, wrapping it around her shoulders without a word.

She looked up at him, eyes half-open, a tired smile curling on her lips.
“You know…” she mumbled softly, “you don’t have to treat me like glass every time.”

He smirked, opening the car door for her. “Maybe,” he said, leaning in close, his tone teasing but low, “but you’re the only thing I don’t ever want to see break.”

Ananya shook her head, smiling faintly, before settling into the car seat. Devansh got in beside her, and as the driver started the car, silence filled the space — not awkward, just… peaceful.

Ananya leaned her head on his shoulder, the faint city lights flickering through the window.
“Tonight felt good,” she whispered.

“It did,” he agreed quietly, brushing his thumb along her hand, “and you looked…” he paused, meeting her sleepy gaze, “like every reason I ever believed in love again.”

She chuckled softly, too tired to reply, her eyelids fluttering closed once more. Devansh watched her for a long moment, the fierce woman the world bowed to now fast asleep against him — his peace, his chaos, his everything.

As the car drove through the silent roads, he whispered under his breath, more to himself than her,
“Welcome home, Mrs. Singhania.”

Devansh gently guided her into the mansion, his hand brushing lightly against hers. Ananya, yawning lazily, walked a few steps ahead of him, her hair slightly tousled from the wind, her black saree flowing elegantly as she moved. The soft click of her heels echoed faintly, but her sleepy gestures — a rub of her eyes, a stretch of her arms — made her look adorably carefree, a rare sight for the powerful woman she was.

Without a word, Devansh bent slightly and lifted her effortlessly into his arms. “You really are heavy,” he teased softly, his lips grazing her temple as she chuckled, wrapping her arms loosely around his neck. He carried her through the quiet halls, each step measured, until they reached their room.

Carefully, he laid her down on the bed, tucking the blanket around her just slightly. His hands lingered a moment on her shoulders as he removed his blazer from her, letting it fall softly beside the bed. He then removed her heels, placing them neatly to the side, and gently unfastened her earrings and bracelets, making sure nothing disturbed her calm.

He was about to head toward the washroom to freshen up when Ananya’s small hand grasped his. “Join me,” she whispered, her voice soft but laced with playful insistence.

Devansh smiled, leaning down to press a tender kiss to her lips. “Let me freshen up first,” he murmured against her mouth. Ananya gave a faint nod, her lips curling into a sleepy smile, and he finally stepped toward the washroom.

Moments later, he emerged, dressed in charcoal-grey joggers and a fitted black T-shirt that outlined his broad chest and toned arms. His hair was still slightly damp, tousled just enough to give him that effortless allure.

He moved toward Ananya, who had shifted slightly on the bed, snuggling deeper into the pillows. Wrapping his arms securely around her waist, he pulled her close, and she nuzzled into his chest, letting out a content sigh. The steady beat of his heart and the warmth radiating from him made the room feel like their own private world.

“Sleepy?” he whispered, resting his chin gently on her head.

She nodded slightly, her eyes closed, lips curling into a peaceful smile.

Devansh tightened his hold just a little, as if to make sure she felt completely safe, and murmured softly, “Rest, Mrs. Singhania. I’ve got you.”

Devansh’s fingers moved gently, unpinning the delicate saree pin at Ananya’s shoulder. The pallu slipped softly, draping lazily around her arm, and he carefully placed it on the side table, as if preserving a piece of her elegance even in their private space.

He then pulled her closer into his chest, his arms wrapping around her with a protective tenderness. Ananya melted into his embrace, resting her head against his shoulder, feeling the steady rhythm of his heartbeat calm her completely. The quiet of the room, the softness of the bed, and the warmth between them created a cocoon where nothing else mattered.

Their breathing gradually synchronized, and in that perfect stillness, both drifted into a deep, peaceful slumber, safe in each other’s arms.

Ananya slowly stirred, her eyelids fluttering open as she felt the comforting weight over her. Her gaze fell on Devansh, his head resting gently on her chest, arms wrapped snugly around her waist, holding her like she was the most precious thing in the world. A soft smile spread across her face, warmth filling her heart.

Leaning down slightly, she pressed a gentle kiss to his forehead, her fingers brushing softly through his hair. The quiet intimacy of the morning wrapped around them, the soft sunlight filtering through the curtains painting golden streaks across the room. For a moment, nothing existed outside of the warmth and closeness they shared, the unspoken bond of love and trust holding them in its tender embrace.

Ananya lay still, her eyes tracing the gentle rise and fall of Devansh’s chest as he slept, the soft rhythm of his breathing soothing her. She couldn’t help but smile at the way his hair fell messily over his forehead, and how even in sleep, he seemed so calm and untouchable.

For a few precious moments, she simply watched him, feeling a deep sense of contentment settle in her chest. The world outside could wait—here, wrapped in the quiet intimacy of their shared space, nothing else mattered.

Ananya’s hand moved slowly, fingers threading softly through Devansh’s hair, brushing it away from his forehead. Each stroke was tender, almost reverent, as if she were memorizing every detail of him in this quiet morning.

A small, contented smile curved her lips as she continued, feeling the warmth of his body pressed against hers, the steady rhythm of his breathing grounding her. For a moment, time seemed to pause—just the two of them, wrapped in the comfort of closeness and unspoken love.

Devansh stirred slightly, a soft groan escaping his lips as he shifted, still half-asleep. His arms tightened instinctively around Ananya, pulling her a little closer. Slowly, his eyes fluttered open, meeting hers.

A faint, sleepy smile appeared on his face. “Morning, Mrs. Singhania,” he whispered, his voice husky and warm.

Ananya’s heart skipped a beat at the sound of his words. “Morning, Mr. Singhania,” she replied softly, her fingers still threading through his hair.

He let out a small chuckle, nuzzling into her chest. “You’re dangerous when you’re this close,” he murmured.

She just smiled, leaning down to press a soft kiss to his temple. “I could say the same about you,” she whispered back, her hand never leaving his hair.

The quiet intimacy lingered between them, the room filled with only the sound of their shared breaths and the warmth of their embrace.

Ananya’s breath hitched slightly as his lips and nose brushed against the sensitive skin of her neck. She closed her eyes, letting herself melt into the warmth of his touch, her fingers tightening slightly in his hair.

Devansh’s hold on her waist tightened just a fraction, pulling her impossibly closer. He pressed a soft, lingering kiss to the hollow of her neck, nuzzling her with slow, deliberate movements, as if savoring the quiet intimacy of the morning.

A small, content sigh escaped Ananya’s lips. “Mmm… sleepy, huh?” she whispered, her voice barely audible.

He didn’t answer with words. Instead, he rested his head a little lower, letting his cheek press gently against her collarbone, inhaling her scent, completely enveloped in the quiet warmth of the moment.

“Just stay like this…” Devansh mumbled softly, his voice still heavy with sleep as he snuggled closer, his face buried against her neck. His hands moved lazily over her waist, tracing slow, soothing circles through the fabric of her nightwear.

Ananya smiled faintly, her heart swelling at the tenderness in his tone. She shifted just enough to wrap one arm around his shoulders, her other hand still stroking his hair gently.

“Okay…” she whispered, her voice barely above a breath, “just like this.”

Devansh hummed in response, his grip tightening a little as if to seal the moment. The room was filled with the soft rhythm of their breathing and the early morning calm — no words, no rush, just the peaceful comfort of two souls lost in each other’s warmth.

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