The morning sunlight streamed through the glass walls of the private gym, casting a golden hue over the polished floor. The rhythmic sound of steady breaths and muscle tension filled the quiet space.

Devansh was down on the mat, doing pushups—each movement precise, controlled, and strong. Sweat trickled down the side of his temple, his muscles flexing with every rise and fall. His jaw was tight with focus, veins standing out along his forearms as he maintained his steady pace.

He paused for a moment, resting on his palms, catching his breath before resuming again—his determination radiating in every motion. The air smelled faintly of sandalwood and strength, the perfect blend that defined Devansh Singhania.

Along with him was Rohan, who was running on the treadmill, clearly struggling to keep up. His hair was sticking to his forehead, his breathing uneven, and his face red from the effort.

“Yaar, bhaiya… why are you doing this to your sweet little brother?” Rohan panted, slowing his pace but not daring to stop under Devansh’s sharp gaze.

Devansh, still doing pushups, didn’t even look up. “Doing what exactly to my sweet little brother?” he asked in his calm, composed voice, his tone carrying that quiet authority that made Rohan gulp.

“You’re making me just like you—a gym rat!” Rohan complained, throwing his head back dramatically. “Normal people sleep at 6 a.m., but you wake up and torture me with dumbbells and protein shakes!”

Devansh smirked, pushing himself up one last time before standing. “That’s called discipline, Rohan. You should try it sometime instead of whining like a five-year-old.”

Rohan glared. “I’m not whining, I’m expressing my pain! There’s a difference!”

Devansh grabbed a towel, wiping his face as he chuckled. “Sure, whatever helps your ego, little brother.”

“Bhaiya, I swear, one day I’ll make you do yoga instead of this military-level training,” Rohan muttered, pressing the treadmill’s stop button.

Devansh raised a brow, amused. “When that day comes, I’ll consider you a man.”

Rohan groaned and threw his towel at Devansh, who caught it effortlessly, still wearing that smug smirk.

“Bhaiya, at least leave me na…” came a tired, almost pleading voice from behind them.

Both Devansh and Rohan turned around — and there stood Sanya, hands on her knees, completely out of breath. Her hair was tied in a messy ponytail, and she looked like she’d fought a war rather than done a workout.

Devansh folded his arms, that faint, teasing smirk tugging at his lips. “Already done, Sanya?” he asked, his tone calm but laced with amusement.

Sanya groaned dramatically. “Already? Bhaiya, you made me run five rounds of this gym and then do squats! My legs are literally crying for help!”

Rohan immediately chimed in, leaning against the treadmill for support. “See, bhaiya! Even Sanya agrees! You’re turning this gym into a training camp!”

Devansh raised an eyebrow. “Good. Then at least both of you will stop spending your days lazing around and watching reels.”

“Reels are educational sometimes!” Rohan defended himself, and Sanya nodded rapidly in agreement.

Devansh let out a deep sigh, shaking his head. “Educational? Sure, if you’re learning how to waste time.”

“Bhaiyaaa!” Sanya whined, stamping her foot lightly. “Please, just ten minutes break. Pretty please?”

Devansh looked at her for a moment, pretending to think, and then said in his calm, no-nonsense tone, “Five minutes. Then we continue.”

Sanya’s jaw dropped. “Five minutes?!”

Rohan muttered under his breath, “Iss aadmi ka dil lohe ka hai.”

Devansh heard that, and without looking, said, “Kya bola?”

Rohan instantly straightened. “Maine kaha… ki aap kitne strong ho, bhaiya. lohe ke Bane hue ho. Total motivation!”

Devansh smirked. “Good. Keep that energy for the next round.”

Both Sanya and Rohan groaned in unison, while Devansh just chuckled and went back to lifting weights effortlessly.

Ananya entered the gym, scrolling through her phone — but the moment her eyes lifted, she froze. Her jaw almost dropped at the sight before her.

Devansh, shirtless, was doing weighted push-ups with a dumbbell strapped to his back, sweat glistening over his perfectly sculpted frame. On the other side, Rohan looked half-dead clinging to the treadmill rail for support, and Sanya was sprawled dramatically on the yoga mat, panting like she’d run a marathon.

Ananya blinked once. Twice. And then gasped.

“What the hell, Ansh!!?” she exclaimed, her voice a perfect mix of shock and disbelief.

At the sound of her voice, Rohan and Sanya immediately perked up as if they’d just seen their savior.

“Bhabhiiiiiiiiiiiiii!!!!” both cried in unison, stumbling toward her like two survivors escaping torture.

Ananya instinctively took a step back, holding her phone close to her chest. “Oh no no no, don’t come near me, both of you are literally dripping!”

Rohan pointed accusingly toward Devansh. “Bhabhi, please tell bhaiya to stop this madness! He’s making us do cardio like we’re training for the Olympics!”

Sanya nodded frantically, tugging at Ananya’s hand. “He made me run five rounds and then do squats, and said we still have abs to work on! I can’t feel my legs anymore, bhabhi!”

Ananya looked at Devansh, who stood there perfectly calm, wiping his face with a towel, completely unfazed by their complaints.

She folded her arms, raising a brow. “Ansh… are you training them or punishing them?”

Devansh smirked, his tone smooth and teasing. “Depends on how you look at it, Mrs. Singhania. They wanted to ‘get fit,’ I’m just helping.”

“Helping??” Rohan gasped dramatically. “Bhabhi, this isn’t help, it’s harassment!”

Sanya nodded rapidly. “Exactly! He’s a fitness monster!”

Ananya bit her lip, trying to hold back a laugh as she looked at her husband. “Monster, huh?”

Devansh chuckled lowly, stepping closer to her. “They’ll thank me later when they can actually walk up a flight of stairs without gasping.”

“Bhabhi, please tell him to stop before I faint!” Sanya pleaded, clutching her chest dramatically.

Ananya looked at Devansh with a mischievous smile. “Maybe they deserve a little break, hmm?”

Devansh tilted his head, pretending to think. “Five minutes.”

“Ten!” both Rohan and Sanya shouted instantly.

Devansh sighed, shaking his head, a small smirk on his lips. “Fine. Ten. But after that—no mercy.”

“Deal!” they yelled and ran to collapse on the couch.

Ananya shook her head, laughing softly before looking at Devansh again. “You’ll never change, will you?”

He stepped close, voice low and teasing, “Not when it comes to discipline.”

“Discipline is okay, but at least don’t make them do workout the way you do, please,” Ananya said, crossing her arms with that soft authority in her tone — the one even Mr. Devansh Singhania couldn’t say no to.

Devansh let out a small sigh, running a hand through his hair, his towel still resting around his neck. For a moment, he looked at Rohan and Sanya — who were now dramatically lying flat on the couch, pretending to be unconscious — and then back at Ananya.

A small smile tugged at his lips as he nodded.

“Alright, Mrs. Singhania,” he said, his voice calm but amused, “I’ll take it easy on them.”

From the couch, Rohan immediately jumped up, punching the air. “Bhabhi, you’re a lifesaver! Our real superhero!”

Sanya nodded enthusiastically. “Exactly! At least someone understands our pain!”

Ananya chuckled, glancing back at Devansh. “See? Now that wasn’t so hard, was it?”

Devansh looked at her with that faint smirk — the one that always made her heart skip. “For you? Never.”

Ananya rolled her eyes, but her lips curved into a soft smile as she walked up to him and adjusted the towel on his shoulder.

“Good. Because if you didn’t agree, I’d have joined them in their protest.”

Rohan perked up again. “We do protest in groups, bhabhi!”

Devansh shook his head, muttering with a faint chuckle, “God save me from these three.”

“Alright, now no one is doing any workout. Enough for today,” Ananya declared, her tone firm — the kind that made everyone in the room freeze mid-motion.

Rohan and Sanya exchanged victorious grins, while Devansh, still leaning on the bench, raised an eyebrow.

“And you, Mr. Gymrat,” she continued, pointing a perfectly manicured finger at him, “you better be ready within a minute, because we’re heading somewhere. Kabir is waiting for us — so be quick.”

Her tone left no room for argument.

Devansh straightened, towel slung over his shoulder, amusement flickering in his eyes. “Within a minute, Mrs. Singhania?” he drawled, the corner of his lips curving up.

“Yes,” she replied, crossing her arms, expression unyielding. “Sixty seconds, Mr. Singhania. And not even one more.”

Rohan bit back a laugh. “Oof, bhaiya, good luck. When bhabhi talks like this, even the clock listens.”

Sanya chimed in with a smirk, “You better run, bhaiya, before she starts a countdown.”

Devansh gave them both a mock glare before turning back to Ananya. “Fine, Mrs. CEO. But just for the record, you’re dangerously adorable when you order people around.”

Ananya arched an eyebrow, unfazed. “Flattery won’t buy you more time, Mr. CEO.”

And with that, she turned on her heel, her heels clicking authoritatively against the marble floor as she walked out — leaving Devansh shaking his head with a grin, muttering under his breath,

“Only my wife can turn a gym session into a military drill.”

Devansh came downstairs, adjusting the cuffs of his crisp white shirt, his dark coat perfectly fitted as always. The sight that greeted him at the base of the staircase made him stop mid-step — and smirk.

There, in the middle of the living room, his oh-so-graceful wife, Mrs. Ananya Singhania — CEO of Rathore Industries, face of a billion-dollar brand, and terror of boardrooms — was currently pulling Kabir Malhotra’s hair like a furious sister avenging a crime.

“Ow! Ow! Anu! I’m sorry, yaar!” Kabir yelped, twisting in vain to escape her grip.

“You dare call me Bauni again, and I’ll make you bald before your engagement!” Ananya snapped, tightening her hold.

“I just stated the fact!” he protested dramatically.

Devansh descended the last few steps slowly, hands tucked in his pockets, voice calm yet teasing. “Should I call the media? I think India’s top CEOs are giving a live demonstration of conflict management.”

Ananya glared at him without letting go. “Stay out of this, Mr. Singhania. This man is asking for early retirement — from life.”

Kabir’s eyes widened. “Dev yaar, help me before she adds murder to her portfolio!”

Devansh chuckled and walked closer. “Kabir, I warned you last week. My wife doesn’t do mercy — only strategy.”

Ananya finally released Kabir with a sharp tug, making him stumble back. “Next time, think before opening your mouth.”

Kabir rubbed his scalp with a pout. “You two should come with a warning label.”

Devansh leaned casually beside Ananya, smirk playing on his lips. “She already has one — Handle with care, or prepare for consequences.”

Ananya shot him a side-eye but couldn’t suppress a small smile. “Good you remember that, Mr. Singhania.”

Kabir groaned dramatically. “Can we go now before you both turn this into a flirting session?”

Devansh smirked. “Too late.”

Ananya rolled her eyes but grabbed her purse. “Let’s go before I change my mind and actually make him bald.”

The trio left the mansion, the air around them heavy with tension. The sleek black car glided silently towards the basement, the silence inside only broken by the occasional click of the seatbelt and muffled engine hum. Once inside, the basement’s dim light revealed the grim scene — a man tied to a chair, bruised and bloodied, sweat mixing with dirt on his face.

Kabir and Devansh stood on either side of him, their expressions unreadable yet dangerous, radiating an aura of raw authority. Ananya, in stark contrast, sat elegantly on a chair nearby, her coffee in hand, observing them with a calm, almost predatory composure. The steam curled from the cup, mirroring the tension in the room.

“Who sent you here?” Kabir’s voice cut through the silence like a blade.

“I won’t say anything,” the man stammered, his fear palpable, his eyes darting between the two CEOs.

“Really? You don’t want to?” Devansh’s voice was low, cold, and sharp, each word dripping with menace.

“I…” the man began, but before he could finish, Kabir’s fist slammed into his jaw. The thud echoed through the basement. Kabir’s blows rained down with precision and controlled fury, the man grunting and writhing in pain, barely able to keep his consciousness.

Last warning, Devansh growled, his hand gripping the chair tightly. “Who sent you here?”

“V… VMK Industries… they said me to do all this!” The man gasped, fear turning to desperation.

Kabir and Devansh exchanged a look — eyes dark with restrained anger, jaws tight. “Spill all the details,” Kabir demanded.

The man’s teeth chattered as he began recounting everything — names, orders, and plans. Every word he spoke seemed to tighten the air in the room.

Meanwhile, Ananya rose smoothly from her chair, the click of her heels echoing as she moved toward the cyber cell stationed in a corner of the basement. Screens flickered to life as she sat down, her fingers dancing across the keyboard with precision. Lines of code and data scrolled rapidly, security cameras, IP logs, and financial transfers all falling under her scrutiny. Her eyes narrowed, scanning every detail, her mind a whirlwind of analysis.

A slow, satisfied smirk spread across her face. Within moments, she had unraveled the entire operation, cross-checking every angle, leaving no stone unturned. She leaned back, her eyes glinting with triumph, then calmly stood and returned to the center of the room.

She looked at Kabir and Devansh, still interrogating the man with controlled, dangerous intensity, and her voice was calm but deadly. “You two, Out.”

They exchanged a quick glance, a silent acknowledgment, before nodding. “Alright,” Devansh said, his tone still commanding but measured.

The two walked out, leaving Ananya standing there, coffee in hand, exuding an aura of unshakable control, as the basement still reverberated with the tension of the moment.

Ananya closed the heavy steel door behind her and moved silently toward the slab where the restrained man was tied. She picked up a small bottle, its contents gleaming ominously under the dim light. She walked toward him, her expression unreadable, the faintest smirk playing on her lips.

For a moment, neither of them spoke. Then she bent down to his level, eyes cold and lethal.

“Spill it out,” she whispered, her voice deceptively soft.

“I… I…” the man stammered, fear shaking his words.

“Don’t,” Ananya interrupted, her tone deadly, freezing the air around them.

The man flinched.

“You know very well what the consequences will be if you lie,” she continued, her voice like ice.

“I… I… said… everything… you… asked!” the man gasped, desperation overtaking him.

Ananya shook her head slowly, her smirk growing sharper. Without another word, she uncorked the bottle and let its contents pour over his hand.

"AGHHHHHHHH" The man screamed, a piercing, agonized sound that echoed off the cold walls of the basement.

Through the glass windows, Devansh and Kabir watched in silence. The muffled scream barely reached their ears, but the intensity of the scene was visible in Ananya’s calm yet lethal movements.

Kabir clenched his fists. “She’s… brutal,” he muttered, his voice tight.

“She’s precise. Dangerous. And damn good at it,” Devansh replied, his tone cold, his eyes never leaving her.

Kabir smirked. “And that's why no one dares to mess with her”

Devansh’s jaw tightened. “Hmmm..but still If anyone lays a finger on her… let me make it clear, Kabir. That finger… they’d wish they hadn’t been born.”

Kabir nodded slowly, “Yeah… she doesn’t just play, does she?”

Meanwhile, Ananya’s voice cut again through the tension, sharp and commanding. “Spill it out!”

“I… I… it was...,” the man whimpered.

A smirk curved her lips. She stood up smoothly, leaving the man trembling, the bottle still glinting in her hand, and walked out of the room with the same deadly confidence she had carried since entering.

Devansh and Kabir remained behind the glass, their expressions dark, minds calculating, yet there was no doubt — Ananya Rathore, now Mrs. Singhania, was a force to be reckoned with.

“What did he say?” Kabir asked, his tone sharp but curious.

“He said the same thing. I guess he’s not lying,” Ananya replied, her voice calm yet deadly, eyes narrowing slightly as she glanced toward the restrained man.

The three of them stood in silence for a few moments, the tension of the basement hanging thickly in the air.

“Alright, let’s not ruin our mood. After all, it’s your engagement, Dumbo,” Ananya said suddenly, smacking Kabir lightly on the head.

“Kya yaar, Anu! Kabhi toh maarna bandh kar,” Kabir groaned, rubbing his head with a dramatic flair.

Devansh’s lips twitched into a small, rare smile. “You two are ridiculous,” he muttered, shaking his head, though the corners of his eyes softened slightly as he looked at Ananya.

“Oh, come on, Mr. CEO, don’t tell me you’re boring now,” Ananya teased, stepping closer to him, her smirk daring him to respond.

“I’m just observing… and making sure my wife doesn’t destroy her poor little brother further,” Devansh said, voice low but carrying that unmistakable edge that made Kabir flinch slightly.

Kabir waved his hands defensively. “Hey, I can handle her! I’m practically a grown man!”

“Grown? Yes. Smart? Not yet,” Ananya quipped, crossing her arms and giving him that mischievous glare that could melt hearts—or intimidate.

Devansh leaned slightly toward her, whispering, “Don’t push him too hard… or I might have to step in, and we both know how that ends.”

Kabir gulped, exchanging a glance with Ananya, who simply winked at him. “See? You’re already scared,” she said, laughing softly.

The tension broke, replaced by the comfortable chaos only these three shared—the deadly, confident CEO wife, the calm and dangerous husband, and the loud, mischievous younger brother.

Devansh was standing in front of the mirror, adjusting his cufflinks meticulously. His gaze was focused, but there was a quiet anticipation in the air.

“Anya, aur kitni der?” he called out, his voice calm yet edged with impatience.

“Do min,” came Ananya’s reply from the dressing room, her tone playful.

Moments later, the door creaked open, and Ananya stepped out, wearing a breathtaking maroon lehenga. The fabric shimmered under the lights, the intricate embroidery catching every flicker, and the dupatta draped elegantly over her shoulder. Her hair was styled in soft waves, cascading down her back, and subtle jewelry accentuated her graceful aura. She twirled gently, letting the lehenga flare around her, and her eyes sparkled with mischief and confidence.

Devansh’s breath caught in his throat. His sharp gaze softened, every inch of him captivated by her presence. She looked regal, yet effortlessly sensual, radiating power and elegance in a way that only she could. The maroon hue perfectly complemented her complexion, and the way the lehenga hugged her form while still flowing gracefully made him feel both awe and desire.

“Kesii lag rahi hu?” she asked, her voice playful yet daring, eyes locking with his as she spun once more.

Devansh stepped closer, his eyes never leaving hers. His voice was low, almost a growl, “Meri…” He let the word hang in the air, full of ownership and adoration, before trailing off, unable to take his eyes off her.

Ananya smirked, sensing his admiration, and the air between them thickened with unspoken emotion. She took another step closer, the hem of her lehenga brushing lightly against the floor, while Devansh’s hands itched to pull her into his arms.

The moment felt suspended in time—two powerful, magnetic forces standing mere inches apart, the world outside forgotten.

Devansh still looked at her, his eyes tracing every detail of her face — the kohl-lined eyes, the hint of blush on her cheeks, the way her lips curved ever so slightly. His hand slid around her waist and, with a gentle tug, he pulled her closer until there was barely any space left between them.

“Phir se shaadi karle?” he murmured, his voice deep and husky, the warmth of his breath brushing against her skin.

Ananya raised an eyebrow, half amused, half curious. “Phir se kaise?” she asked, trying to keep her tone calm, though her heart skipped at his closeness.

“Jaise karte hain waise,” Devansh said, a teasing smirk forming on his lips.

“Par kyun?” she challenged, eyes narrowing playfully.

“Mera mann kar raha hai bas,” he replied smoothly, his tone casual but his eyes burning with affection.

Ananya chuckled and lightly smacked his chest. “Hatt, pagle,” she said, shaking her head, though her smile betrayed her fondness.

“Haye meri pagli,” Devansh said dramatically, clutching his chest like a lovesick hero.

Ananya laughed, her laughter filling the room like music. “Pagal ho tum, Ansh,” she said between her giggles.

“Tumhare pyaar mein,” Devansh whispered, leaning in until his forehead rested against hers. He rubbed his nose gently against hers, their breaths mingling, the world around them fading away.

“Ab chale, Mr. Paglu?” Ananya said, raising a brow with that teasing smile of hers as she picked up her clutch.

Devansh smirked, slipping his hand into his pocket and watching her with that same unshakable adoration. “Chaliye, Mrs. Pagli,” he replied smoothly, offering his arm like a gentleman.

Ananya rolled her eyes playfully but looped her hand through his arm nonetheless. “Tum kabhi nahi sudhroge, Ansh,” she muttered under her breath, though the smile tugging at her lips said otherwise.

Devansh leaned close and whispered near her ear, “Aur tumhe meri yahi baat toh sabse zyada pasand hai.”

Ananya shook her head, trying not to smile wider, and together, hand in hand, the two walked out of the room — the perfect blend of elegance and chaos, love and laughter — ready to face whatever waited for them outside.

The venue looked straight out of a dream — breathtaking, elegant, and dripping with class. Every inch of the grand ballroom shimmered under soft golden lighting that reflected off the crystal chandeliers hanging gracefully from the high ceiling. The entrance was adorned with a magnificent floral arch made of deep red roses, white lilies, and baby’s breath twined with delicate fairy lights that twinkled like a sky full of stars.

The pathway leading inside was carpeted in velvet red, sprinkled lightly with petals. Crystal candle holders lined both sides of the walkway, their flickering flames casting a warm, romantic glow that made everything look ethereal.

Inside, the hall exuded perfection. Round tables were draped in ivory silk, each crowned with tall crystal vases filled with fresh blooms of roses and orchids in shades of blush and cream. The faint scent of jasmine and vanilla lingered in the air, carried by the soft melody of a live orchestra playing in the background — violins blending seamlessly with the grand piano.

A grand chandelier hung in the center of the room, catching the light like diamonds, while strings of golden beads cascaded down around it, adding an almost celestial charm. The stage at the far end was adorned with soft drapes of champagne gold and maroon velvet, illuminated by spotlights that gave it a regal touch.

To one side, an elegantly arranged buffet gleamed with silverware and crystal glasses, while another corner held a dessert section that looked like heaven itself — layered pastries, chocolate fountains, and cakes that could tempt even the strongest-willed guest.

The entire venue radiated a sense of warmth, celebration, and grandeur. Every detail — from the carefully folded napkins to the perfectly placed fairy lights — spoke of love, luxury, and the promise of a night to remember. It wasn’t just a celebration; it was an emotion captured in lights, flowers, and laughter waiting to unfold.

Everyone had arrived, filling the grand hall with warmth, laughter, and the kind of familiarity that only family brings.

Ananya stood near the entrance with Devansh beside her — the two of them looking like perfection itself. She wore her maroon lehenga that shimmered under the golden lights, every intricate embroidery catching the glow, while Devansh, in his black tailored suit, looked every bit the man whose presence could silence a room. His hand rested protectively at the small of her back, his gaze softening whenever it landed on her.

Rajveer and Meenakshi stood a few steps away, radiating the kind of calm pride that only parents could — their eyes often drifting to Devansh and Ananya, silently admiring how gracefully they balanced power and love.

Rohan and Sanya, ever the lively duo, were already teasing each other near the dessert table — Sanya trying to stop her brother from eating yet another pastry, while Rohan grinned mischievously, plate already full.

On the other side, Harshad and Kavita were engaged in light conversation with Arjun and Radhika, their laughter echoing softly. Kavita’s eyes glowed with motherly warmth every time she caught sight of Ananya, while Harshad, though composed, couldn’t hide the fond smile tugging at his lips — his little girl had truly grown up.

Arshik and Vidisha were huddled together near the floral arch, taking selfies and bickering about angles, while Aryan and Siya joined them with playful energy, turning the moment into a burst of laughter.

Ishaan and Kriti, conversed quietly with Meenakshi and Rajveer, their tones calm but faces glowing with the kind of joy that only family gatherings could bring.

Everywhere one looked, there was life — soft music playing in the background, clinking of glasses, the faint hum of laughter and chatter blending with the glow of candles. The entire space felt alive — not just with elegance, but with emotion.

And at the center of it all stood Devansh and Ananya — the heart and soul of the moment — power, love, and serenity wrapped together in one perfect frame.

The lights dimmed slightly, and a soft golden hue spread across the grand hall as the emcee’s voice echoed —

“Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome the couple of the evening — Kabir Malhotra and Ira Shekhawat.”

Everyone turned toward the grand entrance. The massive doors slowly opened, revealing Kabir and Ira standing side by side — the picture of elegance and happiness.

Kabir looked dashing in a tailored navy-blue sherwani , his hair perfectly styled, a confident yet soft smile playing on his lips. His eyes, however, were only on one person — Ira.

Ira looked ethereal in a silver gown that shimmered under the chandeliers, every step she took catching the light like liquid moonlight. Her hair cascaded down in soft curls, and her minimal diamond jewelry added just the right touch of grace. But what truly made her glow was the happiness radiating from her face as she looked at Kabir.

As they walked down the aisle together, hand in hand, the soft instrumental music wrapped the atmosphere in something almost magical. Guests stood, smiling, capturing pictures, and whispering admiration.

From the front, Ananya clapped first, her eyes glistening with pride. Devansh, standing beside her, smiled faintly — proud of Kabir, proud of how far all of them had come.

Rajveer and Meenakshi exchanged warm glances with Harshad and Kavita, while Radhika and Arjun couldn’t hide their emotional smiles — seeing their son, their once mischievous boy, stepping into a new chapter. Ishaan and Kriti, Ira’s parents, looked overjoyed, their faces glowing as they watched their daughter beam beside Kabir.

Kabir and Ira reached the beautifully decorated stage — a cascade of white lilies, orchids, and fairy lights behind them, creating a dreamlike backdrop. A silver tray carrying the rings was placed before them.

Kabir turned to Ira, holding her hand gently.

“Are you ready, Miss Shekhawat?” he teased softly.

Ira chuckled, “More than ever, Mr. Malhotra.”

And with that, Kabir slipped the ring onto her finger. A wave of applause echoed through the hall. Ira then picked up his ring, eyes twinkling, and slid it onto his finger — sealing their bond.

As applause turned to cheers, rose petals rained from above, filling the air with fragrance and color. Ananya’s smile widened — she clasped Devansh’s hand, whispering, “Our babies are finally engaged.”

Devansh smirked softly, eyes on the couple. “Yeah… and look at them — just perfect.”

The families gathered on the stage one by one, laughter and hugs following. Flashlights from cameras captured every second — the laughter, the tears, the joy that wrapped everyone together.

The engagement ceremony had officially begun, but for everyone present, it wasn’t just an event — it was a celebration of love, family, and every bond that made them stronger together.

The music shifted to a more upbeat rhythm, laughter filling the air as Rohan, Sanya, Arshik, Vidisha, Aryan, and Siya made their way toward the newly engaged couple. Phones were already out, flashes ready, and the energy between them was infectious—a joyful chaos.

Rohan grinned and teased, “Hey, Mr. Engaged! Don’t forget your single brothers once you tie the knot!”

Kabir laughed. “Bro, after this, I’ll make sure you’re next in line. Let’s see how long you stay single!”

Sanya rolled her eyes. “Rohan bhai and marriage in the same sentence? That’s a new world record.”

Laughter rippled through the group.

Vidisha, excited, complimented, “Bhabhi, you look absolutely stunning! Like something out of a fairytale.”

Ira smiled shyly. “Thank you, Vidu! You look adorable too.”

Arshik grinned mischievously. “But bhabhi, Kabir Bhaiya seems really nervous. Are you sure he didn’t forget the ring again?”

Kabir protested, “Arshik! That was once, and three hours ago!”

From behind, Devansh smirked, “And if I recall correctly, I was the one who saved you then.”

Kabir nodded gratefully. “Of course, Dev. My savior as always.”

Aryan teased, “Bhaiya, now Ira Bhabhi will be the one saving you from here on out.”

Ira chimed in playfully, “Already started—saved him from getting lipstick on his face during photos.”

Siya laughed. “Kabir Bhaiya in love mode is honestly funny to watch!”

Ananya joined in, “Funny? Siya, you should have seen him at the proposal—trembling like a leaf!”

Vidisha eagerly interjected, “Seriously, Di? We want the full story later!”

Ananya grinned. “Oh, I’ll tell every embarrassing detail—don’t worry.”

Kabir groaned. “Anu, please—not today!”

Devansh smiled. “No way, Kabir, the whole world deserves to know how romantic our hero was.”

Rohan mockingly added, “Romantic or nervous—that’s the real question.”

Ira laughed softly, squeezing Kabir’s hand. “Whatever he was, he’s perfect for me.”

The group responded in unison with an “Aww,” followed by good-natured whistles.

Aryan joked, “Enough about bhaiya—now it’s our turn for engagements!”

Kabir grinned. “Sure, but first survive my wedding festivities—then we’ll talk.”

Ananya agreed. “For now, photos!”

They gathered closely—Rohan with a hand on Sanya’s shoulders, Aryan making faces, Vidisha pulling Arshik into frame, and Siya adjusting Ira’s dupatta.

Rohan called out, “Okay everyone, say—‘Bhabhi ke jewellery ke peeche kon?’”

Together, they shouted, “Kabir Bhaiyaa!!”

The camera flashed, capturing not just their smiles but the genuine bond, love, and warmth that united the entire family.

After capturing a few more photographs, Ananya clapped her hands together, her signature blend of authority and playful charm carrying through the lively atmosphere.

“Alright, lovebirds! Enough posing for the camera — it’s time for a couple’s dance!”

Everyone turned toward her, smiling broadly. Kabir feigned surprise.

“Wait—what? Right now?”

Ananya smirked. “Yes, Mr. Groom-to-be. Right now. The floor is yours.”

Ira laughed nervously. “Anu, please, I wasn’t quite prepared for this!”

Rohan chimed in enthusiastically, “Bhabhi, that’s the fun part! Spontaneous performances make for the best memories.”

Sanya added with a chuckle, “Or the biggest embarrassment.”

The group laughed as Devansh approached Ananya from behind, casually wrapping an arm around her waist.

With a teasing tone, he said, “You do enjoy giving everyone orders, don’t you?”

Ananya grinned. “Of course. And see? Everyone listens.”

Vidisha pleaded, “Di, seriously, let them dance first, please!”

Arshik joked, “Yeah, before Kabir bhaiya bolts!”

Kabir replied with mock indignation, “Run away? From this? Never!” He turned to Ira, took her hand, and bowed slightly.

“May I have this dance, Miss Beautiful Disaster?”

Ira smiled shyly. “Only if you promise not to step on my feet, Mr. Overconfident.”

The crowd erupted in laughter as a soft romantic melody began filling the hall. Kabir gently placed his hand on Ira’s waist, guiding her to the center of the dance floor. The lights dimmed to a warm golden glow as they swayed slowly, lost in one another’s eyes.

Rohan whispered to Sanya, “Watching bhaiya makes you believe that love really does exist.”

Sanya responded sarcastically, “Yeah, until you say something again.”

Aryan grinned. “Can we get popcorn for this scene?”

Devansh smiled softly at Ananya. “Looks like they’re stealing the show.”

Ananya rested her head on his shoulder. “Let them. They deserve every moment of this happiness.”

The music continued as the couple twirled gracefully, while laughter, teasing, and love filled every corner of the beautifully lit venue.

As the soft romantic melody filled the air, Kabir and Ira swayed gracefully in the center of the dance floor, surrounded by admiring smiles. Then, true to his lively nature, Kabir decided to add a playful twist.

With a sudden dramatic dip, he attempted to lower Ira—but lost his balance midway, causing a collective gasp followed by laughter as he stumbled yet managed to steady them both just in time.

Ira glared playfully while suppressing a laugh. “Kabir, do you even know how to dance, or have you just been practicing stunt scenes?”

Kabir grinned broadly. “Romance is its own kind of action, sweetheart—full of risk and thrill!”

The crowd erupted in applause and cheers. Rohan whistled appreciatively. “Wow, Bhaiya! If you keep dancing like this, better book the hospital too after the engagement!”

Sanya chuckled. “Exactly! Poor Ira Bhabhi is putting her life on the line with every step!”

Kabir laughed softly and whispered to Ira, “Alright, no more stunts. Let’s take it slow and steady this time.”

He drew her closer, their movements syncing with the music’s rhythm, eyes locked in quiet connection. The laughter around them softened into warm smiles as their romantic chemistry took center stage.

Gently brushing a loose strand of hair from her face, Kabir’s voice lowered. “No matter how many people are watching, you’re the only one I see.”

Ira smiled, her cheeks tinged with a faint blush. “Smooth, Mr. Malhotra. Very smooth.”

Just as the audience melted into a collective “aww,” Kabir spun Ira effortlessly, concluding the dance with an exaggerated Bollywood-style pose—one hand pointed toward the ceiling, the other supporting Ira as she playfully pretended to swoon in his arms.

The hall exploded with laughter and applause.

Arshik joked, “Alright Bhaiya, save the movie trailer for later!”

Vidisha added, “I swear, this duo can make any moment both romantic and hilarious.”

Ananya grinned proudly. “That’s my Kabir—chaos with a dash of charm.”

Devansh teased, “Are you sure he’s not taking after you, Mrs. Singhania?”

Ananya nudged him playfully, while Kabir and Ira bowed dramatically, their final pose met with laughter, applause, and the warmth of shared affection.

After their dance, Kabir and Ira returned to their seats, still laughing and catching their breath. The guests applauded enthusiastically, with some even whistling, as the lights gradually brightened.

Grinning widely, Kabir leaned toward Devansh. “See,? I told you—the best performer award goes to me tonight.”

Devansh sipped his drink calmly, smirking. “Performer? Watching your stunts reminded me of an emergency room visit.”

Ananya laughed, resting her chin on her palm. “Exactly. Kabir, next time, stick to dancing—not wrestling.”

Ira rolled her eyes but smiled fondly. “Please tell him that, Anu. One more dip like that, and I swear my heart would’ve stopped.”

Rohan pretended to wipe away tears of laughter. “Bhaiya, you turned the stage into a movie set—‘Kabir the Dancer: Mission Love Drop!’”

Laughter rippled through the room again.

Sanya clapped her hands together. “Alright, now that the action-romance segment is over, can we please start dancing before someone breaks a leg?”

Kabir placed a hand dramatically over his heart. “No faith in my talent at all! Ira, look around—everyone’s painting me as the villain.”

Ira smiled warmly. “Not a villain, a hero... just needs a bit more practice.”

Devansh teased, “Definitely a hero, but choreography—zero.”

The group laughed once more, the atmosphere rich with warmth, playful teasing, and affection—the kind of bond nurtured by years of shared experience.

As they settled back, the music softened, and the glow of the lights reflected in their smiles. This was more than an engagement celebration; it was a reunion of hearts, laughter, and enduring love.

As the music changed to a peppy upbeat track, Rohan suddenly jumped to his feet, clapping his hands. “Alright, enough of the lovebirds’ romantic dance, now it’s our turn!”

Sanya, instantly joining him, grinned. “Exactly! Let the real party begin!”

Before anyone could protest, Aryan, Siya, Arshik, and Vidisha joined in too — all of them forming an excited little group in the middle of the dance floor.

Ananya, chuckling, leaned toward Devansh. “They are about to turn this elegant engagement into a full-blown concert.”

Devansh, smirking, replied, “As long as they don’t break anything expensive, I’ll allow it.”

Rohan, overhearing, shot back playfully, “No promises, bhaiya!” and pulled Sanya to the center as the lights dimmed and the beats dropped.

Soon the youngsters were dancing freely — laughter echoing, movements wild yet full of life. Rohan and Sanya were doing goofy moves, twirling around each other, while Aryan and Siya added their own dramatic flair, pretending to have a dance battle.

Arshik and Vidisha, on the other hand, were nailing every beat perfectly, giving off pure power-sibling energy.

“Look at them go!” Ira said, clapping from her seat, her smile wide.

Kabir, proudly crossing his arms, said, “Of course — my siblings. Dancing runs in the family.”

Ananya, laughing, quipped, “No, chaos runs in the family.”

Devansh gave a low chuckle, watching them fondly. The joy in the room was infectious — the elder ones clapping along, the younger ones losing themselves in the rhythm.

Then, Rohan shouted mid-song, “Bhaiya, Bhabhi! Come on, join us!”

Sanya added, “Yes! You too, Anu bhabhi! Stop being all classy and come dance!”

Ananya raised an eyebrow with a teasing smile. “Classy? Please, tumhe lagta hai main piche reh jaungi?”

She stood up gracefully, handed her clutch to Ira, and walked to the center. The crowd cheered instantly.

Rohan shouted again, “Come on, bhaiya! You too, bhabhi!”

Sanya joined, cupping her hands around her mouth, “Anu bhabhi, don’t tell me you’re scared to lose to us!”

Ananya chuckled, rolling her eyes. “Scared? Sweetheart, I taught you how to win.”

And with that, she stood up, her maroon lehenga glittering under the chandeliers as she made her way toward the dance floor, every eye following her.

Devansh, watching her with that soft smirk, unbuttoned his blazer, handed it to a waiter, and followed her steps with quiet confidence. His presence alone was enough to make everyone step aside.

“Ready, Mrs. Singhania?” he murmured, offering his hand.

“Always, Mr. Singhania,” she replied with a teasing glint in her eyes.

The music dropped — and then they both owned the floor.

Ananya twirled, her lehenga flaring in a perfect circle of maroon and gold, while Devansh caught her mid-spin, their eyes locking for a brief, electric moment. He pulled her closer by the waist, and they started moving in rhythm — his sharp, controlled steps matching her graceful, fluid ones.

Around them, Rohan and Aryan were doing funny dance moves, trying to copy Devansh’s suave steps but ending up laughing instead. Sanya and Siya were hyping everyone up, clapping and cheering, while Arshik and Vidisha danced in sync, making the whole floor come alive.

“Okay, okay!” Kabir laughed from the sidelines, clapping. “This looks less like a dance floor and more like a music video shoot!”

“Blame Anu and Dev!” Ira said, laughing as she recorded them on her phone.

Ananya playfully pointed at Rohan, “You call this dancing? Even your bhai moves better!”

“Hey! Bhaiya’s got boardroom moves, not dance floor ones!” Rohan protested dramatically.

Devansh raised an eyebrow and leaned closer to Ananya. “Boardroom moves, huh?” he whispered near her ear, then smoothly dipped her backward, earning a collective whooo! from the crowd.

Ananya laughed breathlessly, gripping his shoulder. “Show-off,” she whispered.

“Only for you,” he replied softly.

The youngsters gathered around them, forming a circle — everyone dancing, laughing, and teasing each other as flashes from cameras captured the joyful chaos.

It wasn’t just a dance — it was a moment.

A rare one — where the Singhanias, Rathores, Shekhawats, and Malhotras weren’t business moguls or heirs.

They were just family — laughing, teasing, celebrating together under one glittering roof, as music and laughter filled every corner of the hall.

Then Siya, her face glowing with excitement, ran toward Kabir and Ira, grabbing both their hands.

“Come on you two! Enough standing around like guests, it’s your engagement!” she laughed, pulling them straight to the dance floor before either could protest.

Kabir, already grinning, exchanged a mischievous glance with Ananya across the hall. She caught that glint in his eye instantly — and the corner of her lips curved into the same old familiar smirk. The one that said: You really want to do this?

Kabir raised his brows in challenge.

Ananya smirked back.

And that was it — the siblings were back in their element.

The DJ switched the beat — something loud, desi, and full of dhol and energy.

And then, like a flash of lightning, Kabir and Ananya broke into their original dance, the kind of energetic Bhangra that could make the floor tremble. Their moves were wild yet perfectly in sync — shoulders bouncing, feet stomping, hands up in rhythm.

“Yeh hui na baat!” shouted Rohan, cheering from the side while everyone clapped along.

Ananya’s lehenga swirled as she spun, laughing openly, while Kabir matched her step for step, doing those same old signature moves they used to do back in their college days. It was like time had rewound — the confident CEO and the ruthless businesswoman were gone; in their place were two carefree friends dancing their hearts out.

Ira stood beside them, half laughing, half trying to keep up, until finally, she threw her hands up and joined them too, laughing as Kabir twirled her dramatically.

And then — because he could never resist her laughter — Devansh stepped in.

Still in his crisp suit, he rolled up his sleeves, his expression calm but his eyes mischievous. The crowd instantly went wild as he joined the beat — smooth steps at first, then matching Ananya and Kabir’s rhythm effortlessly.

The original trio was back — Ananya, Devansh, and Kabir.

Their chemistry on the floor was electric; they moved like they owned every beat, teasing each other, laughing, bumping shoulders, doing impromptu Bhangra and modern steps mixed together.

Ira shook her head, laughing, “You three are impossible!”

Ananya, between breaths, called out, “You knew that before saying yes to him!”

Everyone burst out laughing — the entire floor alive with cheers, claps, and music that carried memories of friendship, love, and shared madness.

It wasn’t just a dance — it was them.

The trio that once ruled college, now ruling the stage again — just like old times.

The DJ switched the beat — and the moment that iconic dhol rhythm blasted through the speakers, the entire crowd roared in excitement.

And right in the middle of it all — Kabir, Ananya, and Devansh stood side by side, exchanging that one look that said everything: It’s showtime.

Kabir shouted, “Ready partners?”

Ananya smirked, flipping her hair back. “Always.”

Devansh adjusted his cufflinks and said coolly, “Let’s give them something to remember.”

And then — the beat dropped.

Kabir started first — doing that signature shoulder roll, twisting his arms with that Punjabi flair, his energy infectious. He jumped, spun, and clapped above his head .

Ananya joined him, perfectly in sync, her lehenga twirling around like a whirl of maroon and gold. Her hands moved gracefully, yet her steps had the fire of a true Punjabi girl. She winked at Kabir mid-step and shouted, “Come on, Mr. Show-off!” before matching his bhangra bounce with double the sass.

The crowd burst into cheers.

Then Devansh stepped forward — cool, calm, confident — and with a sudden move, he caught Ananya’s hand and twirled her dramatically, bringing her closer as the lights hit them just right. Their steps flowed into a perfect duet — controlled, powerful, magnetic.

He lifted his hand, did that effortless thumka with a teasing smirk that made everyone hoot, and Ananya laughed freely, hitting his shoulder playfully before spinning away.

Kabir jumped back into the middle, clapping loudly to the beat, his voice joining the chorus —

“Aaja nach le, nach le, mere naal nach le!”

He pulled Ira into the circle, and soon the whole dance floor turned into a celebration.

Rohan, Sanya, Arshik, Vidisha, Aryan, and Siya joined too, all doing their own funny bhangra moves — shoulders bumping, hands flying, laughter echoing through the venue.

Ananya and Kabir, still side by side, did that classic hook step, arms swinging, feet stomping, perfectly coordinated. Devansh joined them mid-step, matching the beat with a cool, composed charm that made the crowd go wild.

Ananya shouted, “Oye hoye Singhania saab!” and Devansh grinned, leaning closer, “Anything for Mrs. Singhania.”

Kabir, not missing a beat, jumped between them and said, “Bas bas, lovebirds, stage jala doge!” and started doing an exaggerated bhangra step that made everyone laugh again.

By the final chorus, the trio — Devansh, Ananya, and Kabir — were at the center of the floor, hands in the air, moving perfectly in rhythm, their laughter mixing with the beats. The lights flashed, confetti burst from above, and the crowd cheered their names.

It wasn’t just a dance — it was a storm of joy, rhythm, and pure mauja.

Three souls dancing like they owned the night — their bond, their madness, and their magic lighting up the entire hall.

The music hit its last few beats — the dhols growing louder, the lights flashing in perfect sync with the rhythm — and right then, Devansh and Kabir exchanged glances.

Just one look — and both of them instantly knew what the other was thinking.

A smirk spread across Devansh’s face while Kabir grinned mischievously.

Without a single word, in perfect timing — Devansh stepped forward, slid an arm around Ananya’s waist, and in one swift move, lifted her effortlessly into his arms.

At the same moment, Kabir scooped Ira up, spinning her playfully as she gasped and burst out laughing.

The crowd went wild — cheers, whistles, claps, and hoots filled the hall.

“Oye hoye!” shouted Rohan, pumping his fist in the air.

Sanya and Vidisha were screaming, “Go jiju/didu! Go bhaiya/ bhabhi!”

Arshik, Aryan, and Siya joined in, chanting their names like a crazy cheer squad.

Devansh twirled Ananya in his arms, her maroon lehenga fanning out beautifully, shimmering under the lights like a whirl of stars. She threw her head back laughing, her hands looped around his neck as he looked down at her — his eyes filled with admiration and mischief.

Kabir, on the other hand, was spinning Ira with full drama, saying, “Hold tight, princess, the floor’s ours tonight!” making her laugh till she hid her face in his shoulder.

The music reached its end Devansh stopped spinning, still holding Ananya close, their eyes locked. Kabir mirrored him with Ira in his arms, both couples perfectly frozen in that moment — breathless, smiling, glowing.

The lights dimmed for a heartbeat, and the crowd erupted into thunderous applause.

It wasn’t just a performance — it was electric, full of love, laughter, and life.

And as Ananya whispered softly against Devansh’s ear, “Show-off,” he chuckled and replied,

“Only when it’s with you, Mrs. Singhania.”

While the youngsters owned the dance floor, laughter and music echoing through the grand hall, their families stood at a little distance — watching them with fond smiles and full hearts.

Rajveer and Meenakshi stood side by side, their hands intertwined. Rajveer’s usually stern face softened as he said quietly, “Dekha Meena, kitne bade ho gaye sab... par ab bhi bachchon jaise hi hai.”

Meenakshi smiled, her eyes glistening as she watched Devansh spinning Ananya. “Bade ho gaye, haan... par inke chehre pe ab bhi wahi khushi hai jo bachpan mein hoti thi.”

Harshad and Kavita stood beside them — Kavita chuckling softly as she saw Ananya laughing freely in Devansh’s arms. “Dekho na Harsh, hamari Anu bilkul bachchi ban gayi hai aaj,” she said, her voice warm with motherly affection.

Harshad nodded with a proud smile, “Aaj wo bas meri beti nahi, ek strong aur khush insaan lag rahi hai.”

Arjun and Radhika were laughing heartily, clapping along to the beat as Kabir spun Ira dramatically. “Yeh Kabir kabhi nahi badlega,” Radhika said, shaking her head with amusement.

“Bas, uska partner mil gaya hai jo uske saath pagalpan mein compete kar sake,” Arjun teased, making her laugh louder.

Ishaan and Kriti stood together, watching their daughter Ira blush and laugh with Kabir. Kriti rested her head on Ishaan’s shoulder and said softly, “She’s glowing, Ishaan.”

“She’s happy,” Ishaan replied, pride clear in his tone. “And that’s all that matters.”

“Ghar ki bahu agar aise naache toh accha lagta hai kya bhaiya?” said Nivedita, her tone laced with disapproval as she folded her hands, eyes narrowing at Ananya who was laughing freely with Devansh on the dance floor.

The lively atmosphere instantly dulled for a second — music still playing, but the family members exchanged uncomfortable glances.

Rajveer’s expression hardened immediately. His smile faded, and he turned slowly toward Nivedita.

“Bahu nahi… beti hai woh ghar ki. Meri beti,” Rajveer said firmly, his voice filled with quiet authority and pride.

Everyone fell silent for a moment, the weight of his words echoing louder than the music. Meenakshi smiled softly, proud of her husband’s response, while Harshad and Kavita exchanged approving looks.

Nivedita, slightly taken aback, fumbled for words but stayed quiet — realizing she’d crossed a line.

Meanwhile, on the dance floor, Ananya, unaware of the tension, was still laughing with Devansh — and in that moment, Rajveer couldn’t help but smile again.

She wasn’t just the bahu of the Singhania family — she was truly their beti.

“Dekha bhabhi?” Nivedita said with a disapproving sigh, shaking her head as she watched Ananya laughing and dancing with Devansh. “Yeh Ananya toh hadd hi kar deti hai... ghar ki bahu aise sabke saamne naache toh kya izzat reh jaati hai?”

Her words made a few nearby relatives glance awkwardly at each other. Nivedita continued, clearly not done, “Kapdon ka bhi kuch andaaza hona chahiye... itni modern soch bhi thodi limit mein achhi lagti hai. Bahu hai woh Singhania khandaan ki, koi film actress nahi.”

Before anyone could respond, Meenakshi — who had been silently watching with a composed expression — finally spoke, her tone calm but cutting.

“Bas Nivedita,” she said firmly, turning to face her. “Ananya ke baare mai ab ek shabd nahi. Woh jo bhi karti hai sahi karti hai aur jab hume koi problem nahi ho rahi toh tumhe kyu ho rahi hai?.”

“Par bhabhi, sabke saamne—” Nivedita began, but Meenakshi didn’t let her finish.

“Sabke saamne hi toh hai, Nivedita. Wo apni khushi mana rahi hai ,sabke saath khush hai enjoy kar rahi hai. Kya galat hai usme?” Meenakshi asked sharply, her eyes unwavering.

Just then, Rajveer, who had been listening quietly, stepped in beside his wife. His voice was calm but carried authority.

“Meenu sahi keh rahi hai Nivedita,” Rajveer said, looking directly at Nivedita. “Agar meri beti khush hai, toh mujhe aur Meenakshi ko usse zyada garv kisi cheez pe nahi ho sakta.”

The atmosphere grew tense, and Nivedita’s face paled slightly. She looked away, realizing she had overstepped.

Meenakshi placed her hand on Rajveer’s arm, smiling softly. “Chhodo ji… kuch logon ko samajhne mein waqt lagta hai,” she said quietly, her tone graceful yet pointed.

Just then, Harshad and Kavita walked up, having noticed the little tension near the corner. Harshad adjusted his sherwani with a grin and said in his usual teasing tone,

“Arre bhai, yahaan kya meeting chal rahi hai? Mujhe laga dance floor pe competition chal raha hoga!”

Rajveer chuckled lightly, the seriousness of the moment easing a bit. “Bas kuch logon ko Ananya ka dance dekh kar shock lag gaya tha,” he said, glancing meaningfully at Nivedita.

Harshad raised a brow, smirking. “Shock? Bhai, mujhe toh garv hota hai. Aajkal ke time mein koi apni khushi itne pyaar se dikhata hai, woh hi asli dilwala hota hai.”

Kavita nodded in agreement, her voice calm but filled with affection. “Aur waise bhi, humari Ananya toh bachpan se aisi hi hai — zinda dil, khuli soch wali. Usne har jagah izzat kamayi hai, chaahe ghar ho ya business.”

Nivedita tried to smile awkwardly, “Main toh bas keh rahi thi—”

“Bas kehna hi problem hota hai,” Harshad interrupted good-naturedly, his eyes twinkling with amusement. “Kabhi kabhi chup rehne mein bhi sukoon milta hai, Nivedita.”

Meenakshi couldn’t help but smile, hiding her laughter behind her hand. Rajveer glanced at Harshad with gratitude, and the two men shared a knowing nod.

Meanwhile, on the dance floor, Ananya and Devansh were still laughing, surrounded by family and friends — their energy lighting up the whole hall.

Kavita looked at them fondly and said softly, “Dekha Rajveer … yahi toh asli khushi hai. Jab bachche khul kar jeete hain, toh ghar apne aap roshan ho jaata hai.”

Rajveer smiled, pride glinting in his eyes. “Bilkul Kavita … yeh dono hamare ghar ki pehchaan hain.”

Just then, Ananya turned around and spotted them all standing together. Her face instantly lit up with that bright, infectious smile that could melt anyone’s heart.

“Aap log yahan kya kar rahe ho?” she said cheerfully, walking toward them, her lehenga shimmering under the lights as she moved. “Aaiye na, let’s danceeee!” she added, her voice filled with excitement as she grabbed both Rajveer and Harshad’s hands before they could even react.

“Arey arey, Anu beta, hum buddhe log kahan naach paayenge!” Rajveer laughed, trying to free his hand.

But Ananya only grinned wider. “Buddhe?? Papa, aap dono toh young ho heart se! Chaliye na, warna main sabko bol dungi ki Rajveer Singhania aur Harshad Rathore dance se darte hain!” she teased mischievously.

Harshad chuckled and threw a playful look at Rajveer. “Lagta hai humari izzat bachaane ke liye dance karna padega, Rajveer !”

Rajveer sighed dramatically, pretending to give up. “Theek hai, chalo beta, tumhare liye hi sahi!”

Ananya clapped her hands in excitement. “Yesss! That’s my super duo!” she said proudly, pulling both of them toward the dance floor.

Kavita and Meenakshi exchanged fond glances as the three joined the others — Ananya between her father and father-in-law, laughing as they tried to keep up with her steps.

“Dekha Kavita,” Meenakshi said softly, smiling warmly, “hamari Ananya jahan hoti hai, wahan sabko muskurana hi padta hai.”

Kavita nodded, her eyes gleaming with affection. “Bilkul… woh khushi nahi, roshni hai hamare ghar ki.”

Just then, the beats of dhol filled the air—deep, thunderous, and full of life. Everyone turned toward the entrance, and there stood Arjun, in his classic swagger, sunglasses on and a mischievous grin playing on his lips. He twirled the dhol stick dramatically and said loudly enough for everyone to hear,

“Areyy buddho! Bas itna hi josh hai tum dono mein? Finally dikha hi diya na ki budhe ho gaye ho dono!”

The crowd burst into laughter. Rajveer and Harshad looked at each other, jaws dropped in mock offense, before straightening their shoulders like two warriors ready for battle.

“Buddha honge tere bete!” Harshad shot back, voice dripping with fake arrogance. “Main abhi bhi jawaan hoon!”

Before anyone could blink, Kabir and Aryan said in perfect unison, giving betrayal look.

“Hume kyu todaa?”

The whole group erupted in laughter, clapping and cheering as Rajveer dramatically flipped his collar and said, “Aur nahi toh kya! Hum abhi bhi jawaan hai… abhi bhi ladkiyan mujh pe marti hain!” he added proudly, puffing out his chest.

Harshad chuckled, slapping his shoulder. “Wah Rajveer! Ye toh bata, kaun si ladkiyan bhai? Kahin Meenakshi sun lein toh seedha belan leke aayengi!”

Meenakshi, who was watching with folded arms and an amused smirk, said sharply, “Sun liya sab kuch, Harshad . Ab naachiye dono—warna belan toh ready hi hai!”

The music got louder, laughter mixed with dhol beats, and within seconds, Rajveer and Harshad—the self-proclaimed “jawaan legends”—joined Arjun on the dance floor, showing moves that were half enthusiasm, half nostalgia, but pure joy.

The trio—Harshad Rathore, Rajveer Singhania, and Arjun Malhotra— took over the dance floor like it belonged to them.

The dhol beat hit harder, echoing through the hall as the three men exchanged playful glances that said only one thing: Let’s show these kids how it’s done.

Harshad started first, doing a classic bhangra step with surprising energy for his age, his hands in the air, shoulders moving in perfect rhythm. Rajveer followed, matching his moves step-for-step, his face glowing with that proud, carefree grin he used to wear in his younger days. Arjun—ever the drama king—joined in, spinning once, flicking his collar, and pointing at both of them like,

“Dekha! Abhi bhi hai Josh!”

The crowd went wild. Cheers, laughter, and whistles filled the air.

Meenakshi and Kavita stood at the side, clapping and laughing so hard that tears pricked their eyes.

“Ye teenon jab mil jaate hain na, hall ko akhada bana dete hain,” said Kavita between giggles.

Harshad winked at her mid-dance and said loudly over the music, “Akhada ho ya stage, Rathore kabhi peeche nahi rehta!”

Rajveer smirked, twirling once and adding, “Aur Singhania ka style kabhi purana nahi hota!”

Arjun laughed and said, “Bas bhai, ek Malhotra bhi hai yaha—ye mat bhoolna!” before breaking into his iconic bhangra steps that had everyone clapping along.

The three men danced in sync—Harshad’s energy, Rajveer’s elegance, and Arjun’s flamboyance—creating a moment that felt like pure celebration.

Their children joined in cheering, shouting,

“Go Papa! Go!”

It was chaos and joy, the kind of scene that said everything—these weren’t just fathers, but legends in their own right, celebrating love, family, and life.

Ananya burst into uncontrollable laughter, clutching her stomach as she watched the trio—Harshad, Rajveer, and Arjun—showing off their “legendary” moves on the dance floor. Rajveer had just tried to copy one of Kabir’s bhangra steps but ended up spinning a bit too much, almost bumping into Harshad, who dramatically pointed at him like, “Dekha, budha ho gaya tu!”

That was it. Ananya lost it.

Her laughter rang through the hall, clear and melodious, and Kabir beside her wasn’t doing any better—he was doubled over, laughing until tears formed at the corners of his eyes.

“Oh god, Papa and Papa Singhania together are a disaster,” Ananya managed to say between fits of laughter.

Kabir nodded, still laughing. “Disaster? Yaar, ye toh full-fledged comedy show hai!”

Ananya laughed harder, holding her stomach, “I can’t— I really can’t!”

She stumbled slightly from laughing so much, and instinctively leaned against Devansh for support.

Devansh, who’d been watching the chaos with an amused smile, caught her easily, his arm wrapping around her waist as he steadied her.

“Easy, Mrs. Singhania,” he murmured with a small smirk, brushing a strand of hair from her face.

Ananya giggled, looking up at him through teary eyes from laughter. “They’re impossible, Ansh. Just look at them!”

Devansh chuckled softly, glancing at the trio now trying to pull Meenakshi and Kavita into the dance.

“I’m looking,” he said, his voice low and teasing, “but the only thing worth watching right now is you.”

Ananya rolled her eyes, still smiling. “Cheesy,” she said, lightly hitting his chest.

Devansh’s smirk deepened. “Only for you.”

And as the dhol beats grew louder, laughter echoed through the hall—their family dancing, teasing, and celebrating together, wrapped in pure, chaotic happiness.

The youngsters had gathered around a long table, plates filled, laughter spilling louder than the clinking of glasses. The energy was still buzzing from the dance floor — everyone chatting, teasing, and stealing bites from each other’s plates.

Amidst all the noise, Ananya sat comfortably beside Devansh, her legs draped casually over his lap. He was gently massaging her swollen feet, his brows furrowed in that quiet concern only she could draw out of him.

“You danced a lot today,” Devansh said softly, his thumb pressing carefully against the arch of her foot, his tone both amused and tender.

Ananya looked down at him with a sheepish grin, the kind that reached her eyes. “Hmm,” she hummed lazily, then gave him a toothy, childlike smile that melted the seriousness on his face.

“Don’t give me that smile,” he warned playfully, looking up at her with a faint smirk. “You know it doesn’t work when your feet are this swollen.”

“Of course, it works,” Ananya teased, leaning closer. “You’re still massaging them, Mr. Singhania.”

Devansh chuckled, shaking his head. “Because if I don’t, Mrs. Singhania will make the entire mansion hear about her ‘poor feet’.”

Ananya gasped dramatically, smacking his arm lightly. “Rude!” she said, pretending to be offended.

Across the table, Kabir and Ira exchanged knowing glances, Kabir grinning. “Dekha, Ira? Power couple goals. One dances like she’s setting the floor on fire, and the other does damage control afterward.”

Ananya threw a bread piece at him, laughing. “Shut up, Kabir!”

Devansh looked at her, his lips curving into a smile — soft, content, filled with quiet admiration.

He lowered his gaze back to her feet, his voice dropping to a murmur. “Next time, wear flats.”

Ananya leaned back in her chair, eyes fluttering shut as she sighed contently. “Next time, don’t make me dance.”

Devansh chuckled, still massaging gently. “Impossible. You were born to rule every floor you step on.”

Her lips curved into a sleepy smile at his words, and the world around them blurred — just laughter, warmth, and the soft hum of love that lingered between them.

The long dining table buzzed with warmth and laughter — plates filled, stories flowing, and teasing never seeming to end. Everyone was relaxed now, the night having melted into comfort and familiarity.

Ananya and Ira sat beside each other, plates half-forgotten as they whispered and giggled about something only they knew. Their laughter was light, infectious — the kind that made even the waiters nearby smile unconsciously.

Across from them, Devansh and Kabir watched the two women with quiet amusement. Both men had that same soft expression — part pride, part helpless affection. Between teasing comments from Rohan and Aryan, they were carefully feeding Ananya and Ira, cutting small bites, handing spoons, making sure they ate properly amidst their chatter.

“Yaar, I swear,” Kabir muttered under his breath, holding a fork out for Ira. “I don’t think she’s even listening to me anymore. Bas Anu ke saath gossip chal rahi hai.”

Devansh chuckled, glancing at him sideways as he offered a spoonful to Ananya, who accepted it absentmindedly without even looking his way. “Get used to it, Kabir. When they start their secret meetings, we become invisible.”

“True,” Kabir sighed dramatically. “Do you think we should start our own club? ‘Ignored Husbands Association’?”

Devansh smirked. “You’re not married yet.”

Kabir raised a brow. “Engaged hoon. It’s a trial version.”

Both burst out laughing quietly while Ira threw a napkin at him without even looking. “I can hear you, Kabir!” she said between laughs, still clutching Ananya’s arm.

Ananya giggled harder. “Devansh, dekh rahe ho? Pehle din se hi bechare ki class lag rahi hai.”

Devansh smiled, eyes softening as he looked at her. “At least someone can handle him,” he murmured, earning a playful glare from Kabir.

Ananya and Ira were soon laughing again, their bangles clinking, the glow of fairy lights reflecting in their eyes. The men looked at them — at the easy laughter, the warmth — and somewhere between the teasing and the chaos, the moment turned golden.

It wasn’t just a dinner. It was family — loud, loving, and perfectly imperfect.

The youngsters’ table was absolute chaos — the kind that only happens when cousins who grew up together sit too close for peace. Food, laughter, and sarcastic comebacks flew in equal measure.

Rohan was piling extra paneer onto his plate when Arshik snatched it with lightning speed.

“Arshikkkkk!” Rohan whined. “You literally have your own plate!”

Arshik smirked. “Sharing is caring, mere bhai. Tumhara khaana hi zyada tasty lagta hai.”

Aryan rolled his eyes. “You both need help. Like… serious therapy.”

Vidisha giggled. “Therapy toh tumhe chahiye, Aryan. Tum har waqt boring talks karta ho jaise school ke principal ho.”

“Excuse me?” Aryan placed his spoon down dramatically. “Main mature hoon, boring nahi.”

“Same thing,” Siya said sweetly, earning a round of laughter.

Sanya was busy sipping her mocktail when she added, “Mujhe lagta hai Aryan ko ek girlfriend chahiye. Tabhi smile wapas aaegi iske face pe.”

“Exactly!” Vidisha agreed, leaning forward. “Ek masoom si ladki jo isse bardasht kar sake.”

Aryan groaned. “Why are all Rathore sisters evil?”

“Genetics,” Arshik said, raising his glass proudly. “Aur training meri di ki di hui hai.”

Ananya, who overheard from her seat, looked over and said, “Bas karo, warna next training mai main shamil ho jaungi.”

All six immediately sat straight.

Rohan muttered, “Bhabhi ke saamne sab seedhe ho jaate hain, yaar.”

Sanya teased, “Because bhabhi ek hi line mai sabki band baja deti hai.”

Everyone burst out laughing, including Ananya, who shook her head. “Main sun rahi hoon!” she warned playfully.

Vidisha whispered to Siya, “Yahi toh problem hai, di har waqt sab kuch sun leti hai.”

“Superpowers,” Siya agreed. “Mrs. Singhania — part CEO, part mind reader.”

Meanwhile, Rohan dramatically held his heart. “And part heartbreaker. Poor bhaiya ka haal dekho, abhi bhi bhabhi ke jaadu se recover nahi hue.”

Devansh shot him a cold glare from across the table, but the corner of his lips twitched.

“Rohan,” he said calmly, “remember you still live under my roof.”

The whole table went silent for a beat — and then erupted again as Arshik shouted, “Ooooh! Jiju ne threat diya!”

Aryan clapped. “And that, ladies and gentlemen, is how silence was invented.”

Ananya laughed, leaning her head on Devansh’s shoulder. “They’re incorrigible.”

Devansh smiled faintly. “They’re family,” he said simply.

The laughter continued — loud, messy, and full of love — as plates clattered and memories piled up, one joke at a time.

The youngsters had scattered themselves across the massive central hall of Singhania Mansion — a place big enough to host a small wedding but currently overtaken by blankets, cushions, food packets, and chaos.

They had all decided on a spontaneous night-out at home because, as Rohan declared,

“Hotel kyun jaaye jab humare paas yeh five-star Singhania resort already hai?”

So now the hall looked less like a mansion and more like a youth hostel run by untrained monkeys.

Arshik and Aryan were setting up a projector for a movie, Siya and Vidisha were arranging chips and cold drinks, while Sanya was busy making a playlist loud enough to wake ancestors.

Rohan threw a pillow onto the centre and flopped dramatically.

“Officially,” he said, “this is the best decision we’ve made after Kabir bhaiya saying yes to marriage.”

Siya raised a brow. “Aur is decision ka kya role tha tumhara?”

“Main moral support hoon,” Rohan replied proudly.

Vidisha laughed. “Tu moral support se zyada moral distraction hai.”

Aryan finally got the projector working and shouted, “GUYS! Screen ready!”

Sanya yelled back, “Playlist ready!”

Siya added, “Food ready!”

Rohan: “Main ready!”

Arshik rolled his eyes. “Tu toh paida hone se hi extra ready tha.”

Everyone started taking their spots. Some took the floor, some couches, some beanbags — but all came together around the giant screen.

Just then, Ananya peeked in from upstairs with a packet of popcorn.

“Tum log shaant ho jao warna papa neeche aa jayenge,” she warned.

All six froze.

Then Vidisha whispered, “Di… papa ka naam leke kyun daraati ho?!”

Ananya smirked. “Kaam karta hai na?”

Everyone nodded immediately.

Devansh’s voice came from behind her, calm but dangerous:

“Bas volume moderate rakho. Kal sabki morning meeting hai.”

Rohan groaned, “Bhaiyaaaa, Sunday hai!”

Devansh shrugged. “CEO ko holiday nahi hota.”

Sanya muttered under her breath, “Aur bhaiya ke chote bhai-behen ko bhi nahi…”

Ananya laughed, walked in and placed the popcorn on the centre table.

“Okay babies, enjoy your night out. Kuch chahiye toh come to our room… but silently.”

“YES BHABHI/DIDI!” everyone chorused like school kids.

As Devansh and Ananya left, the youngsters immediately erupted again.

Aryan turned to the group, rubbing his hands together.

“Toh… pehle movie ya pehle roasting session?”

Rohan jumped. “ROASTING! Obviously roasting!”

Vidisha cracked her knuckles. “Iss ghar ke youngsters ka asli time ab shuru hota hai.”

And just like that, laughter, teasing, and sibling chaos filled the grand hall — the kind of night no one would forget anytime soon.

The youngsters were still setting up the hall when Kabir and Ira walked in, both holding bowls of ice cream like strict teachers holding evidence.

Kabir looked around the chaotic hall — cushions on the floor, blankets thrown everywhere, chips already half-finished — and sighed dramatically.

“Waah, kya mature night-out chal raha hai… lag raha hai kindergarten ka annual camp ho raha ho.”

Rohan held up a spoon defensively. “Bhaiya, judgement free zone. Aap apna ice cream khao.”

Ira narrowed her eyes. “Aur yeh speaker ka volume 200% pe kyun hai? Neighbours ne complaint kar diya toh main tum sabko individually gussa karungi.”

Sanya pouted, “Bhabhi pleaseee… it’s a night-out!”

Ananya appeared from behind Ira, arms crossed. “NIGHT-OUT matlab neighbourhood wake-up call nahi hota, bacchon.”

All the youngsters froze like statues.

Devansh also entered behind them, expression calm but voice sharp,

“Volume moderate. No screaming. No pranking elders. No running in the hall. Nahi toh—”

Kabir completed smoothly,

“—sabke phones meri custody mein aa jayenge.”

A collective gasp.

Rohan threw himself on the sofa dramatically.

“Oppression! Cruelty! Human rights violation!”

Vidisha smacked him with a pillow. “Shut up Gandhi ji.”

Kabir pointed a finger at the group,

“Also, no sneaking into kitchen at 2 AM. Last time tum logon ne pura chocolate syrup finish kar diya tha.”

Aryan raised a hand, “That was Arshik.”

Arshik pointed back, “That was Aryan!”

Siya sighed, “It was both of you, shut up.”

Ira looked at Ananya helplessly, “Yeh kab bade honge?”

Ananya patted her head. “Kabhi nahi. Accept it.”

Devansh stepped forward, serious big-brother mode activated.

“Chalo, rules samajh liye na? Agar kuch gadbad ki—”

Kabir smirked, “—toh tum sab ka night out, morning school ban jayega.”

All six youngsters shouted together,

“NAHIIIIIIIIIN!!!”

Ananya finally laughed and placed popcorn in the middle.

“Okay bacchon, enjoy your night out. Behave. And haan—agar kuch chahiye toh knock karke aana…”

Kabir added threateningly,

“Knock karke. Warna tum sabka dimaag knock kar dunga.”

The youngsters nodded rapidly.

Devansh and Kabir exchanged a glance — both pleased with the fear they had installed.

The moment the four elders walked…

Aryan leaned forward with a mischievous grin.

“Toh… rules todne ka plan kaun banayega?”

Rohan jumped up, “ME! Obviously ME!”

Vidisha facepalmed. “Hua na shuru…”

“Tod ke dikhao na…

mai tumhara sar todu.”

All six youngsters froze.

Ananya standing, arms crossed, expression sweet-but-deadly. Devansh, Kabir and Ira behind her trying very hard not to laugh.

Rohan whispered, “Oh no… boss mode activated.”

Sanya immediately folded her hands, “Bhabhi, hum toh bas… bas… brainstorming kar rahe the.”

Ananya raised an eyebrow. “Rules todne ki brainstorming?”

Arshik hid behind Vidisha. “Maine nahi kaha tha! Aryan ne bola!”

Aryan shook his head violently, “Nahi! Rohan ne bola!”

Rohan pointed at the ceiling, “Gravity ne bola!”

Everyone stared at him.

Devansh pinched the bridge of his nose. “Gravity, Rohan? Seriously?”

Kabir leaned against the wall smirking,

“Very nice. Very creative. But Anu se jhoot mat bolo… warna tum log genuinely sar ke bina ghoomoge.”

Ira added sweetly,

“Chalo, ab seedhe baitho and be good children.”

Ananya stepped forward, eyes narrowing,

“Last warning. Rule todne ka socha bhi toh—”

All six youngsters shouted together,

“NAHI DI/BHABHI!!! Sorry Di/Bhabhi!! We love you Di/Bhabhi!! Please mat maaro!”

Ananya finally smiled, shook her head, and walked away with a victorious smirk.

Devansh whispered as he passed,

“Tum sab ka time kharab chal raha hai… goodluck.”

Kabir added,

“Try to survive the night.”

And as soon as all four left…

Rohan whispered dramatically,

“Guys… hum log officially dead hain.”

Siya nodded,

“Night-out cancelled. Welcome to bootcamp.”

Meanwhile, away from all the chaos inside, Devansh, Ananya, Kabir and Ira were sitting at the edge of the pool, legs dipped lazily in the cool water. The garden lights reflected on the surface, casting a soft golden glow across their faces.

The night was calm, peaceful — almost too peaceful after all the madness inside.

Ananya splashed a little water toward Kabir, “Teri wajah se humesha main professor Sharma ke target mai thi, yaad hai?”

Kabir scoffed, “Arre please! Tu hi toh thi jo har time unse ladti rehti thi.”

“Ladti nahi,” Ananya corrected proudly, “argument karti thi. Intellectual argument.”

Devansh burst out laughing, “Intellectual? Tumne unko bola tha, ‘Sir, aapka brain weekend pe gaya hua hai kya?’”

Ananya’s mouth fell open. “Anshhhh! Tum bhi na—raj kholne ki machine ho!”

Ira giggled, leaning on Kabir’s shoulder, “College ke half problems tum dono ki stupidity se shuru hote the.”

Kabir pointed at her dramatically, “Correction. Stupidity naam ki cheez sirf Ananya Rathore ke paas thi.”

Ananya splashed him again, “Besharam! Teri bestfriend hu phir bhi—”

Devansh held her wrist, laughing, “Bas, warrior princess. Pool ka paani mat khatam karo.”

She rolled her eyes but leaned against him, resting her head on his shoulder.

A moment of silence followed — the comfortable kind.

Kabir looked ahead at the ripples gently moving their legs.

“Yaad hai last year wala fest?” he asked.

Ira groaned, “Oh god, please mat bolna—Kabir ne stage pe mic giraya tha.”

Kabir defended himself, “Woh slippery tha!”

Ananya teased, “Slippery nahi, tumhare haath thande the kyunki Ira ko dekh ke darr gaya tha.”

Devansh nodded seriously, “Bilkul. Classic Kabir Malhotra symptom — Ira near ho toh brain reboot ho jata hai.”

Kabir threw water on him, “Bakwaas band kar!”

Ira laughed, cheeks turning pink.

Ananya smirked at Ira, “Haww Ira tu blush kar rahi haiii…”

Ira hid her face, “Shut uppp, Anu!”

Devansh looked at the three of them and shook his head.

“College ke din sahi the… simple, crazy, carefree.”

Ananya whispered softly,

“Hmm… par aaj bhi ache hai. Bas thoda zyada responsibility add hogayi hai.”

Kabir nudged Devansh, “But one thing hasn’t changed… hum chaar saath hai.”

Devansh smiled, placing his arm around Ananya as she snuggled closer,

“Haan… yeh kabhi nahi badlega.”

Ira stretched her legs in the water and looked at the three of them with raised brows.

“Accha ek baat batao… main toh sirf college time se hu tum logon ke group mei, but tum teeno toh bachpan se hi saath ho.”

She leaned closer to Devansh dramatically.

“Sooo, Devansh… kaise handle kiya inn dono ko?”

Ananya and Kabir immediately turned toward Devansh with the same offended expression.

Devansh smirked lazily, water tracing down his fingers as he swirled it.

“Simple. Ignore Kabir, control Ananya.”

“Aye!” both yelled in unison.

Kabir pointed a finger, “Tu mujhe ignore karta tha??”

Devansh replied with a deadpan, “Kar hi kaha sakta tha? Tu toh chipku tape ki factory tha.”

Ananya burst out laughing.

She nudged Devansh, “Aur mujhe control? Mujhe??”

Devansh turned to her, giving her that annoyingly calm proud-husband look.

“Haan. Tum insan kam, live grenade zyada thi. Zara sa spark aur— boom.”

Ananya’s jaw dropped, “Mujhe grenade bola?!”

Kabir clapped, “Sahi bola yaar! Ek baar Anu ne primary school mei teacher ko pencil todne par lecture suna diya tha—PENCIL!”

“Woh meri favourite pencil thi,” Ananya defended, folding her arms.

Ira was laughing uncontrollably now.

“Matlab Devansh ko ek junglee aur ek crybaby ko manage karna tha?”

“Main crybaby nahi tha!” Kabir protested.

Devansh thought for a second and corrected,

“Sach mein nahi tha. Par drama queen full-on tha.”

Kabir’s mouth fell open dramatically, “Kyaaaa??”

Ananya high-fived Devansh, “Finally someone said it!”

Ira wiped her tears of laughter,

“Devansh, I seriously salute you… Tumhe Bachpan se patience award dena chahiye.”

Devansh placed his arm around Ananya and shrugged casually,

“Mujhe pata tha… one day these two will grow up.”

Ananya and Kabir said in union “Humne GROW UP kiya??”

Devansh said simply. “Nahi. I said one day.”

“DEVANSHHH!!!!”

Ananya and Kabir screamed in perfect unison.

Devansh’s eyes widened for exactly half a second—

then he bolted.

“Abe— arey— wait!!” he laughed, already sprinting across the poolside like his life depended on it.

Ananya shot up, “Aaj toh main pakad ke hi chhodungi!”

Kabir followed, “Aur aaj main bhi! Saale itne saal ka badla ek saath lunga!”

They both ran behind him, slipping, sliding, yelling murder while Devansh dodged chairs and cushions like some action hero.

Ira watched all three adults— her fiancé and the two most dangerous CEOs in the country—

running like kindergarten kids on sugar.

She held her stomach, laughing like a full menace.

“AREY RUKO! Someone record this!! Main believe nahi kar paungi kal!”

From far away Devansh shouted, still laughing,

“Kabir, agar tu aage aaya na— tera engagement cancel karwadoonga!”

Kabir shrieked, “APNI JAGAH SAMBHAAL, CHUTIYE!”

Ananya yelled, “STOPPP!! MERE PALLU MEIN ATKA HAI PAANI— ABHI PHISAL JAAUNGI TERI WAJAH SE!”

Devansh laughed harder, “That sounds like a you problem, Mrs. Singhania!”

“AAJA IDHAR!!!” Ananya screamed.

“Kabir, left se ghoom!”

“Anu tu right se jaa!”

“Pakadna ise aaj!”

In the background, Ira clapped like an evil cheerleader,

“Yes yes YES— go my little disasters, GO!”

The whole mansion echoed with laughter, threats, and pure childhood chaos—

and Devansh’s voice somewhere in the distance:

“MAINE KUCH NAHI BOLA THAAA— TUM DONO OVERREACT KAR RAHE HO!”

He definitely had.

And he definitely was going to be caught.

Ananya was running behind Devansh with full determination—

but her foot slipped slightly and she almost fell.

“Anu— careful!” Devansh shouted, slowing down for a second.

Ananya stabilized, but before she could pounce again, Kabir jumped into the chase with full hero mode.

“Aaj toh pakad ke hi chhodunga!” Kabir yelled.

Devansh dodged him with a clean, effortless side-step and smirked,

“Mann jao… you can’t catch me.”

Kabir glared.

“Ruk— pakad ke dikhata hoon!”

Kabir lunged.

Devansh simply leaned back, narrowly escaped, and flashed a victory smirk,

“Nice try, Dumbo.”

Kabir froze… then his expression changed.

Sudden. Evil. Brilliant.

He smirked.

And in the softest, most concerned voice he said—

“Anuuu…”

Devansh’s world stopped.

He turned IMMEDIATELY, full panic mode,

“Kya hua?!”

Ananya blinked, confused,

“Huh?”

But before Devansh could process the trap—

Kabir wrapped an arm around his neck from behind.

“GOT YOU!” Kabir yelled triumphantly, pulling Devansh closer in a choke-hold of sibling victory.

Devansh’s eyes widened.

“Kabir— SAALE CHUTIYE YOU CHEATED!”

Kabir tightened his grip dramatically,

“Sab pyaar mein, dosti mein, aur badle mein jaiz hai, mere yaar!”

Ananya burst into laughter, clapping like a devil,

“Yesss Kabir! Maaro isko!”

Devansh growled,

“KABIR MALHOTRA— tum dono milke mujhe mat pakda karo!”

Kabir smirked,

“Aur nahi toh kya— teamwork makes the dream work!”

And Ananya added proudly,

“Especially when the dream is catching YOU, Mr. Singhania.”

Devansh sighed with full dramatic betrayal,

“Main aaj se kisi par trust nahi karunga…”

Kabir and Ananya:

“CHUP!”

And then both bestfriends Devansh and Kabir started their friendly fight — pushing, pulling, grabbing each other’s shirts like two kids fighting for the last chocolate.

“Chhod naaa!” Devansh said while laughing, trying to free himself.

“Pakda hai toh chhodunga nahi!” Kabir tightened his grip, shaking him playfully.

Next second, Devansh twisted Kabir’s arm lightly and both of them almost lost balance, stumbling like idiots in slow motion.

Meanwhile, Ananya and Ira were laughing so hard that they were literally rolling on the floor, tears in their eyes.

“Tum dono ki maturity ka band baj chuka hai… COMPLETELY!” Ananya said between her laughs, holding her stomach.

Ira added, “Bas yahi reh gaya tha— do business tycoons fighting like 5-year-olds!”

Devansh and Kabir paused, looked at each other…

…then both turned towards the girls with a fake offended face.

“You two are laughing too much,” Devansh said.

Kabir smirked. “Ananya, Ira… bhaago.”

And they both ran to save their lives — one from her husband, and one from her fiancé.

Ananya picked up her dress slightly and sprinted, yelling,

“DEVANSH MAT PAKADNA— MAIN GIR JAUNGI!”

Ira, on the other side, was running while laughing,

“Kabirrr please! Main tumse zyada tez bhaag sakti hoon!”

Behind them, Devansh and Kabir came charging like absolute menaces.

“Ananya stop right there!” Devansh shouted, half laughing, half threatening.

Kabir added dramatically,

“Iraaaaa! Aaj toh pakad ke rahunga!”

The girls zig-zagged around the poolside chairs trying to escape, squealing and laughing, while the boys chased them like villains in a comedy scene.

They were running — screaming, laughing, tripping over their own feet — until the inevitable happened.

Ananya screeched,

“DEVANSH NAHIII—”

But before she could finish, Devansh wrapped an arm around her waist from behind and lifted her slightly off the ground.

“Pakad liya, Mrs. Singhania,” he whispered smugly near her ear.

Ananya kicked lightly in the air,

“Chhodo mujhe! Cheating ki tumne!”

Devansh smirked,

“Main toh hamesha karta hoon.”

On the other side, Ira was almost at the door when Kabir caught her wrist from behind.

“KABIRRRR!” she shrieked, spinning back dramatically.

Kabir pulled her closer with a victorious grin,

“Caught you, madam. Bhaag lo ab.”

Ira glared at him, breathing heavily,

“Tum dono ne teamwork kiya na!? MAIN SAB BATAAUNGI!”

Kabir laughed,

“Bataa dena. Pehle saans le lo.”

Ananya and Ira looked at each other, both trapped in their boys’ arms, and said together,

“Dono milkar humari band bajate hain!”

Devansh and Kabir high-fived over their shoulders.

“Teamwork,” Devansh said proudly.

“Always,” Kabir added, dragging Ira closer as she playfully tried to escape again.

“Accha put me down now!” Ananya demanded, giving Devansh her best angry glare.

Devansh tightened his hold around her waist and smirked,

“Never, sweetheart.”

Before she could argue, he leaned down and placed a soft kiss on her temple.

Ananya froze for a second, her fake anger melting instantly.

“Devansh…” she whispered, cheeks warming.

“Haan?” he asked innocently, still not putting her down.

“Drama mat karo,” she muttered, hiding her blush in his shoulder.

Meanwhile Kabir, holding Ira by her waist, groaned,

“Bas kar yaar Devansh! Definition of overacting husband.”

Ira smacked Kabir’s arm.

“Aur tum? Mujhe pakad ke khade ho jaise main koi shopping bag ho!”

Kabir raised a brow, “Shopping bag hoti toh return policy hoti. Tum toh permanent ho.”

Ira’s jaw dropped.

“YEH LINE KAHAN SE SEEKHI?!”

Devansh smirked,

“Mere paas training li hai.”

Ananya laughed loudly, hitting Devansh’s chest,

“Haan haan hero, sab tumhari wajah se.”

Still holding her, Devansh said softly,

“And I’m not putting you down.”

“DEVANSH!” she yelled again.

“Okay,” he finally gave in…

But instead of placing her gently on the floor—

He dropped her on the sofa with a bounce.

Ananya: “AAAAH! Tum pagal ho!?”

Devansh burst out laughing,

“Soft landing, sweetheart.”

Kabir added,

“Pilot banne ka sapna tha iska.”

Ira added“Aur passenger hum hamesha marte.”

After all the chasing, shouting, and dramatic pakad-pakdi, the four finally returned to their favorite spot.

They sat again beside the pool, legs dipped inside the cool water, catching their breath.

Ananya splashed a little water on her feet and sighed,

“Shaanti… finally.”

Kabir chuckled, leaning back on his palms.

“Shaanti tab hoti hai jab tum dono bolna band kar do.”

Ananya glared, “Kabir, doobaa dungi.”

Ira laughed, “Sachchi… ek minute mein jal pari ban jaati hai yeh.”

Devansh stretched his legs in the water and looked at all three of them with a soft smile.

“Waise, kitne saal ho gaye hum chaaro ka aise baithke bakwaas kiye?”

Kabir hummed, “Bohot. Pehle toh roz hota tha… ab sab bade, responsible, shaadi-shaadi, kaam-kaam.”

Ananya nudged him with her knee,

“Responsible tum dono ho? From which angle??”

Devansh smirked, “Tumhare angle se toh kabhi nahi.”

Ira grinned, leaning forward,

“Sach bolu? Tum teeno ko saath dekhke lagta hi nahi ki koi grown-up exist karta hai.”

Kabir proudly said,

“Haan hum teeno hi asli OG hain.”

Devansh nudged him,

“Ek minute… OG hum do hai. Tu beech mein chipka hai.”

Kabir dramatically gasped,

“Anu! Dekh tere pati ne mujhe stepney banaya!”

Ananya laughed so hard she slapped Devansh’s shoulder,

“Kyun chhed rahe ho usko?”

Devansh, completely unaffected, replied,

“Maza aata hai.”

Ira shook her head,

“Tum log seriously… same bachpan, same energy.”

Kabir looked at her triumphantly,

“And still… Devansh can’t handle me.”

Devansh scoffed, “Kabhi try karna band mat karna, varna bore ho jaunga.”

Ananya sighed happily, toes moving in the water,

“I swear… moments like these… make everything perfect.”

Ira stretched her arms and said,

“Alright, let’s go inside and check what the youngsters are doing. God knows unhone ab tak kya tod-phod ki hogi.”

“Chalo,” Kabir said, brushing water off his jeans.

Devansh nodded and stood up first. He wiped his hands on his kurta and then, with that soft smile he reserved only for her, extended his hand toward Ananya.

Ananya looked at his hand… then at his face… and smirked.

“Tum jao, I’ll join in a bit. I’m showing some pictures to Kabir.”

Devansh raised a brow, pretending to be offended.

“Haan haan… pati ki koi kadar hi nahi.”

Ananya chuckled, “Drama karo aur.”

Devansh leaned down slightly and kissed the top of her head,

“Take your time, sweetheart.”

She smiled, watching him leave with Ira.

Ira patted Ananya’s head playfully, “Don’t corrupt my fiancé with your chaos.”

Ananya replied instantly, “Too late.”

All four laughed, and then Ira and Devansh walked inside the mansion, still talking about what disaster they might find the youngsters creating.

Leaving behind two chaotic idiots at the pool…

Kabir and Ananya—already unlocking their phones, already planning unnecessary drama, already smiling like trouble.

Kabir and Ananya sat with their legs still dipped in the cool water, both scrolling through her gallery.

“Isme wala song chalega?” Kabir asked, playing a random upbeat track.

“Ewww nooo,” Ananya scrunched her nose. “Next.”

“Okay madam editor-in-chief,” Kabir laughed and skipped ahead.

They kept going through pictures—some cute, some chaotic, some embarrassing enough to make them wheeze with laughter.

Then, in the middle of scrolling, Kabir suddenly paused.

He looked at her carefully… her relaxed shoulders… the soft smile… the way no tension sat on her forehead for once.

“You know…” Kabir said quietly, nudging her arm, “tu aaj bohot relieved lag rahi hai, Anu.”

Ananya blinked, surprised.

“Hmm?”

Kabir smiled softly, “Sach bolu? Aise lag raha hai jaise finally… you’re breathing without any weight. You’re glowing, idiot.”

Ananya looked down at the water, biting her lip as a small smile formed.

“Maybe because… everything feels right today. Teri aur Ira ki engagement, sab khush, koi drama nahi… bas peace.”

Kabir nudged her again, “Aur Devansh?”

She looked up, her eyes softening.

“Uska hona… always makes things easier.”

Kabir grinned proudly, “Accha hai. Tujhe khush rehna chahiye… warna hum sabka sar tod deti hai.”

Ananya laughed, lightly hitting his arm, “Chup.”

Ananya looked ahead at the shimmering pool water and smiled—one of those rare, gentle smiles that only Kabir ever noticed.

“You know Kabir,” she said softly, voice dipping into honesty, “jo bhi sapne maine Devansh ke saath zindagi ke liye dekhe the… lagta hai ab woh sapne nahi rahe.”

She inhaled, eyes glowing.

“Woh mere reality ban gaye hai… aur usse zyada khoobsurat, maine kabhi kuch socha bhi nahi tha.”

Kabir just stared at her for a moment before smiling wide.

“Bas… yahi khushi dekhni thi mujhe, Anu.”

“But what if he comes to know about the truth…” he said quietly, all traces of joking gone.

Ananya’s smile faltered instantly.

Her fingers froze on the phone screen.

Her jaw tightened, eyes darkening—not with fear, but with a resolve Kabir had seen only a few times in his life.

“Kuch bhi ho jaye, Kabir…” she said, her voice suddenly cold, controlled.

“Dev ko pata nahi chalna chahiye ki maine hi Amaya ko maara hai.”

Kabir swallowed.

He had seen Ananya furious…

He had seen her dangerous…

But this wasn’t rage.

This was her protective side, the one that would burn the whole world if it meant keeping Devansh safe.

“Anu…” he spoke softly, “tu samajhti hai na… agar kabhi sach bahar aaya toh—”

Ananya cut him off, lifting her chin.

“Main handle kar lungi.

Devansh ko dard hota hai toh mujhe saans lene mein takleef hoti hai…

Main usse toot’tay hue nahi dekh sakti.

Agar sach pata chala… woh khud ko blame karega.

Main nahi hone dungi yeh.””

Kabir looked at her—his best friend, his sister.

“Bas… tu akeli mat rehna isme,” he whispered.

Ananya finally looked at him, eyes softening for a second.

“Main hoon na, Kabir… tum sab ho.

Bas Dev… usse kabhi sach nahi pata chalna chahiye.”

Kabir stayed silent, watching the steel in her eyes.

He knew—this wasn’t just a promise.

This was a vow.

A vow Ananya Singhania would die fulfilling.

The pool lights flickered softly behind them, masking the storm brewing between the two friends.

Somewhere inside the mansion, laughter echoed… unaware of the truth sitting quietly in the dark.

Ananya exhaled slowly, steadying herself.

“Chalein?” she whispered.

Kabir nodded.

They stood, brushed off their clothes, and walked inside—

carrying secrets that could shatter everything.

And just like that… the night of celebration ended with a truth that could destroy their world.

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So the truth is here.Ananya killed Amaya.

What do you think that what could be the reason behind Ananya to kill Amaya???

Socho socho phir batana........