After 2 Months,

Every thing was normal, Shubman and Sara accepted their marriage, now living in one roof together wasn't that haunting as that was sounding, as they thought it would be, but it was nice... things were turning pretty good.

Their home was filled with banters, laughter, and happiness. The starting was filled with awkwardness, but it didn't last longer as they knew each other from childhood, they knew their family, the family knew them.

The morning was usually start with their fights, as Shubman used to wake her up around five in the morning and she who used wake up around eight.

Downstairs usually everyone used to enjoy their breakfast with the banter happening upstairs.

But today's scenario was totally different.

Shubman was rushing in the room, buttoning his shirt as he was very late today. It was a very big day for him today.

He was going to be named as the managing director of their company but.... he was late.

Sara was seeing him rushing here and there, while pinning her saree totally unbothered, she was enjoying this side,, hmp her revenge y'all.

"Where's my watch Sara.",he asked as he opened the wardrobe and was looking for his watch through the shelves and drawers.

"How could I know that.",she replied calmly as she put a bindi,looking at herself in the reflection of the mirror.

He turned to look at her angrily, and she also turned to him,"what?..why are you looking at me like this.",she asked in a very innocent way.

"Like?"

"Like, I have kept your watch hiding somewhere, you know na I'll never do something like this.",he arched a brow on her words.

She tched feigning her sadness (fake) as she took the his coat and handed it to him. He took it while glaring at her and she bit back her laugh while looking down.

She turned her head on a side slightly as he was wearing the coat, her gaze went the side table next to their bed she chuckled shaking her head.

She tapped on his shoulder, he asked what raising his brows, she pointed at the table following her gaze he looked at the table.

And it was their, his watch he rushed to table and took the watch in his hands finally breathing in relief.

It was a gift from his grandparents, he always cherished it and in his special day, he wanted to wear it, it will make him feel like they are with him.

Sara watched it with smile, but how could she let him off so easily,"Say a thankyou to me atleast."

"Thank you?!",he said mockingly,"it's because of you I wasn't able to find it."

"And because of me you found it back ok.",she said and he scoff.

"And why weren't you able to find it because of me what I did? Tell me haan,"

"Tumhari inn baaton ke wajah se mein bhul gaya tha."

She let a fake loud gasp, covering her mouth her hands.

"Ohh...meri batein itni dimag mein chalti rehti hai tumhare.",she pointing to herself,"ahmm..mujhe toh pata hi nahi tha.", she said again now tucking hair strand behind her ear trying to act blushy.

He rolled his eyes on her, this daily drama.

"Can you please behave normally.?"

"Normal?, I am very normal aren't I am like this everyday.",she asked.

He tched and said,"Yes, you are always like this, that's why I am asking you to be a little normal,you don't how I am feeling today.",he said sitting on the bed."I need little peace."

Sara watched him silently for a moment, her teasing demeanor fading as she noticed the subtle nervousness in his expression. She sat down beside him and extended her hand again, this time more gently.

"Here," she said softly.

Shubman looked at her outstretched hand, confused. "What is it now?" he asked, his tone a mix of irritation and curiosity.

She opened her hand to reveal a small, intricately designed charm-a tiny silver pendant shaped like a star. It looked worn yet cherished, as though it had been held many times before.

"This is my lucky charm," she said, her voice unusually tender. "Whenever I feel nervous or unsure about something, I hold onto it. It always makes me feel like everything will be okay."

He frowned slightly, his gaze shifting between her face and the charm. "Sara, I can't take this. It's yours. It means something to you."

"It does," she admitted, placing the charm in his palm despite his protests. "And today's a big day for you. You deserve all the luck in the world. Consider it a loan-just for today."

Shubman hesitated, looking at the charm in his hand. "Why are you doing this?" he asked quietly.

"Because," she said with a small smile, "you've worked so hard for this. You've earned it, Shubman. This position... you have earned, I have seen you working tirelessly from past 5 years, and now when you are finally getting what you deserved, don't hesitate. Don't be nervous, held your head up like always. I know you are nervous, but... don't be. You've achieved this by working hard, trust God today it will be amazing."

His heart swelling on her kind words, he had not expected such mature gyaan from her, well this marriage is itself unexpected, and the unexpected marriage was surely making very unexpected things, conversation and feelings.

"And... also, you're not as bad as I thought you'd be as a husband.",she said

He let out a short laugh, shaking his head. "That's supposed to be a compliment?"

"It's the best you're going to get," she teased, nudging him lightly with her shoulder.

The corners of his lips twitched into a smile as he clutched the charm tightly in his hand. "Thank you," he said, this time sincerely.

"Good," she said, standing up. "Now go and rock, Mr. Managing Director."

"Not alone, aren't you also coming with me Mrs. Managing Director.",he said leaning slightly. Her eyes widening little and cheeks getting warm slightly.

She got up hurriedly and turned to him,"You-!!",she opened her mouth to say something but even a word didn't came from her mouth.

He burst out laughing clutching his stomach. In while laughing uncontrollably,"I love how my words makes effect on you, Sara."

"In your dreams!!",she yelled back.

He composed himself, stopping his laughter,"Sorry, I wouldn't like to have nightmares.",he said controlling his laugh.

She glared at him, he stopped laughing and she turned.

He looked up at her, his expression softening. "Sara..."

"Yes?" she asked turning, pausing.

"Thanks for your words, it helped....a lot.",his words were geniune, making her smile softly, but she quickly waved him off. "Don't get too emotional now. Chalo, you'll be late."

He laughed as they headed downstairs.

•
The office buzzed with energy and excitement as everyone gathered in the large, elegantly decorated conference hall. Senior executives, employees, and family members filled the room, all eager for the announcement. Shubman entered the hall, his confidence shining through despite the subtle nervousness lingering beneath the surface. His lucky charm sat safely in his pocket, and a faint smile appeared as he thought about Sara's gesture that morning.

At the center of the stage stood his father, Mr. Gill, a towering figure of authority and inspiration. Dressed impeccably in a tailored suit, he radiated pride and joy as he scanned the room. His gaze softened when it landed on Shubman.

"Ladies and gentlemen," Mr. Gill began, his voice strong yet warm, "today is a very special day for me, for my family, and for this company. As you all know, this organization has been built on the foundation of hard work, dedication, and a vision to make a difference."

The audience nodded in agreement, their eyes fixed on the man who had been their guiding force for decades.

"But today," he continued, pausing for a moment, "I stand here not just as the chairman of this company, but as a proud father. Because today, I am passing the torch to my son, Shubman Gill, who will now take on the role of Managing Director."

The room erupted into applause, and Shubman stepped forward, his heart pounding. His father raised a hand to quiet the room, his voice now tinged with emotion.

"Shubman," he said, turning to face his son, "I've seen you grow from a mischievous boy into a responsible, capable young man. You've worked tirelessly, not just for this company, but for the values we hold dear. You've proven time and again that you're ready to carry this legacy forward."

Shubman swallowed hard, his throat tightening at the weight of his father's words.

"This company was my dream," Mr. Gill continued, his voice cracking slightly, "but now, it's yours. You three's and I know you three will take it to heights I couldn't even imagine. Virat being the CEO will make the great decision. You being the Managing director, i know you'll manage everything., Yash's joining this now but I know he will also work hard like you both did.",he paused his eyes lingering on his sons, who smiled at him and he also smiled at them. Proudly.

"And I want you to remember, no matter where life takes you, this family will always stand by you."

Tears glistened in a few eyes, and Shubman blinked rapidly, determined to hold his composure. His father stepped forward and placed a hand on his shoulder.

"Make us proud, son," he said, his voice low but filled with conviction.

"I will, Dad," Shubman replied, his voice firm despite the lump in his throat.

Mr. Gill handed him the microphone, stepping aside as the applause filled the room once more. Shubman took a deep breath and faced the crowd.

"Thank you, everyone," he began, his voice steady. "This moment is incredibly special to me, not just because of this position, but because I have all of you here to share it with. This company has always been more than a workplace; it's a family. And I promise to do everything in my power to honor the trust you've placed in me."

His eyes searched the room, briefly landing on his mother, his siblings, and then on Sara, who stood at the back, clapping with a proud smile. She gave him a small thumbs-up, and for a moment, everything felt perfect.

"This isn't just my achievement," Shubman continued. "It's ours. Together, we'll work to make this company an even greater success. Thank you for believing in me."

The room erupted in cheers and applause as he stepped back, his heart swelling with gratitude and pride. His father pulled him into a tight embrace following him were Virat, whispering, "I'm so proud of you."

Shubman smiled, glancing again at Sara. Her silent support and the small silver charm in his pocket had made all the difference. This was just the beginning, and he was ready for it.

Back at the home, Sara was alone, as his parents stayed at the office only meeting with some clients and some big business personalities. Yash also stated with them.

Nush and Virat had to go the academy in the mid-way as there was official work which was left, and Ritika and Anushka's presence was needed.

Shub went out with Ishan and Abhay as they asked him for partyyyy. They insisted Sara to come with them but she denied excusing herself

The house was quiet when Sara returned, the lively celebration at the office feeling like a distant memory. Changing into a simple clothes after freshing up, she tied her hair back and made her way to the mandir. Lighting a diya, she sat down cross-legged on the floor with a mixing bowl, kneading dough to prepare modaks for the shaam ki pooja.

The rhythmic movement of her hands was calming, but the peace was short-lived.

The front door slammed open, and Shubman's voice rang out. "Sara? Are you home?"

She sighed, glancing toward the living room. Of course, he was back, probably bringing chaos with him.

"In here!" she called out.

Moments later, Shubman appeared in the doorway,. "What are you doing sitting on the floor like that?" he asked, frowning.

"Making modaks," she replied without looking up.

"Modaks? Why? It's not like anyone asked you to."

Sara rolled her eyes. "It's Sankashti Chaturthi, genius. Ever heard of it?"

He blinked. "Of course, I've heard of it. I'm not clueless.

"Could've fooled me," she muttered under her breath.

"What was that?" he asked, stepping closer.

"Nothing. Now, go freshen up. Don't come near the mandir like this," she said, shooing him away with her flour-covered hands.

He raised an eyebrow. "Excuse me? Are you banning me from the mandir in my own house?"

"Yes," she said simply. "Now, go."

Shubman stared at her for a moment, then smirked. "Fine. But I'm coming back to supervise. Your cooking skills are questionable at best."

"Shut up!" she shot back, not missing a beat.

"Real mature," he said with a sarcastic laugh, walking away to freshen up.

When Shubman returned, he found Sara still sitting on the floor, shaping the modaks with practiced ease. He plopped down beside her, watching her work.

"Are you planning to feed the entire city with these?" he asked, gesturing to the growing pile of modaks.

"No, just you," she replied sweetly. "I figured someone needs to keep you quiet for once."

He snorted. "Keep dreaming. So, why are you really doing this? You're not exactly the devotional type."

She hesitated, her hands pausing mid-motion. "It's... for the fast," she admitted quietly.

Shubman's brows shot up. "You kept a fast? For what?"

"For my project," she blurted out quickly, avoiding his gaze.

He gave her a knowing look. "Your project? Really?"

"Yes, really," she said, trying to sound convincing.

Shubman leaned closer, smirking. "You're lying."

"No, I'm not," she said defensively.

"Oh, you so are," he teased, his smirk widening. "Come on, admit it. You kept the fast for me, didn't you?"

Her cheeks flushed, and she glared at him. "Don't flatter yourself."

"So, you didn't pray for me to be announced as MD today?"

She sighed, realizing she couldn't win. "Fine. Yes, I prayed for you. Happy?"

His teasing expression softened slightly, though he couldn't resist one more quip. "Wow. I must be really special if you're praying for me."

"Don't push it," she muttered, focusing on the modaks.

He chuckled and reached for the dough. "Move over. I'm helping."

"Helping? You can't even shape a paratha properly," she said, laughing.

"Well, I'm a fast learner," he said, grabbing a piece of dough. His first attempt was a disaster- but in next attempts he made very perfect Modaks.

Sara looked at him then at the modaks incredulously."I still can't believe it you made."

"Same, even I Rajni-can't beleive.",she chuckled at his stupid remark. The Bollywood boy.

•

In their room, after dinner Sara excused herself at the dinner table sticking to the fast, She was flipping through a book when Shubman walked in, holding a plate in his hands.

"What's this?" she asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Dinner," he said simply, setting the plate down.

"I'm fasting," she reminded him.

"And I'm breaking it," he said, picking up a modak and holding it out to her.

She stared at him, her heart skipping a beat. "Why?"

"Because you kept this fast for me," he said softly.

She looked away, her cheeks warming. "I told you it was for my project."

"And I told you that you're a terrible liar," he replied with a smirk. "Now, eat."

She hesitated, then opened her mouth, letting him feed her the modak.

"Happy now?" she asked after swallowing.

"Very," he said with a satisfied grin, handing her the plate. "Now, finish the rest. You need the energy to keep up with me tomorrow."

"Oh, please," she said, rolling her eyes. 'I can handle you just fine."

He laughed, settling onto the couch (ofcourse). "We'll see about that."

And for the first time that day, Sara smiled, feeling a warmth in her chest she hadn't expected.

As I said I will posting on the time so I did.

I am slightly unsure with this chapter as I was thinking if I am taking it too fast. I mean them being happy, not complaining.

I should have said it earlier but sorry, it's not og enemies to lovers.

Yes they hated eachother but, according to my pov they are always being together(like they are neighbour, been in same class throughout the life) they know eachother very nicely.

So that's why I directly adding them being normal cause there's no point of them knowing each other well, as they already know each other.

Tell me your opinion also on this.

[Ignore the grammatical mistakes also]

Also of target I am increasing the numbers as you all are completing the target way too early.

Target:

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