Charu sat cross-legged on the worn but cozy carpet of the two-bedroom apartment’s drawing hall, the soft light from the lamps casting a warm glow across her face. Beside her, Krish, Aaryan, and Kiara sat in a tight circle, each of them leaning in with expressions of anticipation and pride. In front of Charu lay a neatly folded letter of confirmation for her second-round interview at Pinnacle Legal, and next to it, a thick stack of papers—the non-disclosure agreement.

Charu picked up the confirmation letter again, the sight of her name printed next to “Congratulations” filling her with renewed excitement. But as her eyes drifted over to the NDA, a hint of unease crept into her expression. Without saying a word, Krish picked up the document, scanning through the text with furrowed brows.

“This is… different,” he muttered, leaning closer to the page. “They’re basically asking you to agree that you’ll never, in any way, reveal details of the firm’s heads.”

Charu looked at him with a puzzled expression. “Doesn’t every big firm have rules about confidentiality?”

“Sure,” Krish replied, glancing up from the document, “but this goes way beyond that. It’s saying that if you even mention the identities of the heads—ever—the firm has the right to sue you for defamation and take you to court. They’re serious about keeping themselves anonymous.”

Aaryan, who had been peering over Krish’s shoulder, raised an eyebrow. “That’s pretty intense. Why all the secrecy around the heads of a law firm?”

Charu shrugged, a small smile spreading across her face. “Maybe they’re just really private. Or maybe it’s a way to ensure employees stay loyal and don’t spill any insider information.”

“Still…” Kiara added, looking at the papers with mild suspicion, “it’s a bit weird. But hey, if it means you’re starting fresh, then who cares, right?”

Charu nodded, a flicker of excitement dancing in her eyes. “Exactly! This is my chance to finally make something of myself. And with a second-round interview? I think I can do it this time. I want to prove myself, not just to everyone but for Armaan Bhaiya and Abhira Bhabhi too.” Her voice softened as she looked at a nearby photo frame of Armaan and Abhira, their supportive smiles captured perfectly in the picture.

The others glanced at each other before Kiara gave Charu a gentle nudge, grinning. “Then that’s all that matters. We’re here to celebrate you!”

Aaryan leapt up, grabbing a bag of chips from the kitchen while Krish grabbed a can of soda and popped it open with a small whoop. The air filled with laughter as they handed Charu a drink and clinked their cans together.

“To Charu!” Krish declared, raising his can high.

“To a fresh start!” Kiara added, her eyes shining.

Charu laughed, her heart swelling with happiness as she joined them. “To making you all proud,” she said, lifting her glass with a broad smile.

In that moment, surrounded by the people who knew her best, Charu felt a new wave of determination settle in her chest. Whatever challenges lay ahead, she knew she had the love and support of her family with her every step of the way.

Charu filled in the non-disclosure agreement carefully, her pen gliding across the paper as she finalized her decision. She’d read through each line, but every word only solidified her resolve to step forward. This was her moment—one she wasn’t going to let slip away.

As she tucked the NDA back into its envelope, a spirited debate broke out behind her in the living room. Krish, Aaryan, and Kiara were in a heated discussion about which pizza flavors to order, each one stubbornly defending their favorite toppings.

“We’re getting classic Margherita, and that’s final!” Aaryan insisted, folding his arms.

“Margherita is so basic!” Kiara protested, waving her hand dismissively. “We’re getting veggie loaded.”

“Ew, no way!” Krish jumped in. “We’re going with double cheese and corn, everyone knows that’s the best!”

“What? Double cheese? We’ll all be rolling around like cheese balls!” Kiara retorted with a laugh, snatching the menu from him.

Charu couldn’t help but chuckle at the scene. “Guys, it’s my treat! Let’s  put the debate to rest—how about we order all three a Margherita, a veggie loaded, and a double cheese corn?”

They groaned collectively but gave in, clearly too hungry to keep arguing. After the order was placed, they continued their playful jabs and laughs, pushing and nudging each other, practically like a litter of puppies fighting for the last toy.

Finally, the pizzas arrived, and they all settled in, grabbing slices and chatting away. Charu picked up her share and slipped away onto the balcony, where she took in the cool night air, breathing deeply as she looked out over the city lights. The gentle breeze wrapped around her like an old friend, reminding her of a freedom she hadn’t felt in a long time. She took a bite of her pizza, savoring the moment, and let herself reflect.

Armaan and Abhira’s support during her internship at Dev’s firm drifted back to her, the memory a warm glow in her chest. They’d been her biggest cheerleaders, encouraging her to push forward even when she was nervous or unsure. That unwavering belief they had in her…it was the reason she’d walked into that interview with her head held high, confidence radiating from her every step. She whispered softly into the night air, “Thank you, bhaiya…bhabhi. I hope somehow, you know how grateful I am.”

She looked back toward the living room, her heart full, only to see Krish and Aaryan in the middle of a wrestling match over the last slice of pizza. Kiara cheered them on, laughing, urging each of them to snatch it first. Wiping a tear from her eye, Charu couldn’t help but smile, feeling blessed to have them in her life. She joined the fray, jumping in and laughing with her siblings as they all scrambled over that single slice.

The chorus gang was slowly but surely building their own life, just as Armaan and Abhira had always wanted for them. Little did they know that, in the twists and turns of destiny, their paths were destined to cross once again with their beloved bhaiya and bhabhi.

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In the quiet of Armaan's office at Pinnacle Legal, he gently helped Abhira settle into the plush armchair opposite his desk. Her hands were trembling slightly, her breath a little uneven after hearing the name that had stirred painful memories. Without a word, Armaan fetched a glass of water, kneeling beside her as he offered it, his hand steady and reassuring.

"Take a sip," he encouraged softly, his voice calm as he held the glass to her lips. She took a small sip, her gaze shifting to meet his as he brushed a stray lock of hair behind her ear, his fingers lingering against her cheek in a gesture of comfort.

He placed a gentle hand on her back, drawing small, soothing circles to calm her rapid breathing. "I'm right here," he murmured, his tone imbued with warmth and patience. "There’s nothing to worry about, Abhira. Just breathe."

Abhira closed her eyes, focusing on the warmth of his hand on her back, each small circle helping to ease the storm inside her. Her shoulders slowly began to relax, her chest rising and falling in a more steady rhythm. He stayed by her side, quiet and composed, his presence a grounding force that she clung to.

She opened her eyes after a moment, and Armaan’s gaze was filled with understanding and concern. He gently squeezed her hand, offering silent reassurance. "She was not who you thought she would be sweetheart. It's just that the names are same." he said softly, his thumb brushing over her knuckles. "And I know the name brings back a lot, but you’re stronger than this. We’ve faced worse, haven’t we?"

A faint smile tugged at her lips. "We have,” she whispered, her voice steadier now.

He nodded, shifting his hand from her back to her shoulder, giving it a supportive squeeze. "Whenever you feel that weight, remember I’m here. You don’t have to carry it alone, okay?"

A tear slipped down her cheek, but this time, it was one of gratitude. She leaned forward, wrapping her arms around him, resting her head against his shoulder as he held her close, his hand now gently cradling her head. They stayed like that for a long, quiet moment, wrapped in each other's warmth, letting the peace of the moment wash over them.

"You've got this," he whispered, pressing a soft kiss against her forehead as she slowly pulled back. "And no matter what, I'll be right here. Always."

With a deep breath, Abhira nodded, her heart feeling lighter. As they stood together in the quiet of his office, a renewed strength coursed through her, knowing she had him by her side, facing every storm together.

As Armaan and Abhira composed themselves, they noticed Dev standing silently by the office window, his gaze lost in the distant cityscape, caught in memories he likely wished would stay buried. The tension in his posture and the haunted look in his eyes betrayed the weight he carried—a weight that Charu Bansal’s name had suddenly brought to the surface.

For Armaan and Abhira, Charu was part of the extended Poddar family, their memories of her were of being entangled in family drama but not in their personal pain. They knew she hadn’t been the direct cause of their suffering; rather, it was a larger web of misunderstandings, broken loyalties, and the family’s inability to handle situations with maturity that had led to those painful scars.

But for Dev, Charu’s name held a far deeper sting. Her absence had left a void that had not only scarred his heart but had also torn apart his entire life.

They had come to realize the depth of Dev's loss and the sacrifices he’d made over time. He hadn’t simply lost a partner he loved; he had been driven from his name in the legal fraternity, his reputation shattered beyond repair. Vicious rumors and cruel accusations about his character had spread like wildfire. Eventually, he’d lost the one thing he cherished most—custody of his son. The man who stood by the window now wasn’t the same bright-eyed, ambitious lawyer he once had been. Years of battling a broken system, fighting against public opinion, and bearing the scars of a love lost had taken their toll on him, and Armaan and Abhira knew it.

Armaan, in particular, had come to realize how shortsighted he’d been back when Dev and Charu’s relationship fell apart. Only after he’d felt love himself—felt the ache of nearly losing it, the longing of finding it again—did he truly understand the depth of Dev’s pain. Experiencing that intense bond made him see the situation from Dev’s perspective, and he regretted his past indifference. He made it a point to apologize to Dev, recognizing that for Dev, Charu had never been just a fleeting connection.

They exchanged a look, a silent understanding passing between them. They both stepped closer, breaking the stillness of the room as they approached Dev. Armaan rested a firm yet gentle hand on Dev’s shoulder, and the older man turned to face them, quickly masking the vulnerability in his gaze with a hardened expression.

“Dev…” Armaan began softly, his voice layered with empathy and respect. “You don’t have to pretend it doesn’t hurt. Not here, not with us.”

Dev let out a slight, humorless chuckle, shaking his head. “It’s been years, Armaan. That part of my life... it’s buried. It doesn’t affect me anymore.” His voice was steady, almost robotic, as if he had rehearsed those words many times before. But the slight tremor in his voice betrayed him, and Armaan could feel the sadness and loss radiating from him.

Abhira stepped closer, her eyes soft as she spoke. “You might have buried it, Dev Sir, but some wounds don’t heal that easily, and it’s okay to acknowledge that. You gave so much, lost so much, all for love. That takes courage.”

Dev sighed, his shoulders sagging as the walls he’d so carefully built around himself began to crumble. “I lost everything, Abhira,” he whispered, his voice barely audible. “My reputation, my career, my family, my firm, my love And my son...”

The room fell into silence as the three of them absorbed the weight of his words. Armaan gently pulled Dev into an embrace, his arms solid and reassuring, conveying support and understanding that went beyond words. “We’re here for you, Dev,” he murmured. “You don’t have to bear it all alone. Whatever comes, we’ll face it together. And I promise you, things will get better.”

For a moment, Dev let himself relax in Armaan’s embrace, the tension in his body easing as he took in the comfort and support from the two people who truly understood his pain. When they finally pulled back, there was a new resolve in Dev’s eyes—a small spark that hinted at the resilience he hadn’t lost, even after all he’d been through.

“Thank you,” he said quietly, glancing from Armaan to Abhira with genuine gratitude. “I don’t know what I’d do without you two.”

Abhira gave him a warm smile, resting a gentle hand on his arm. “You’ll never have to find out. We’re here for the long haul, Dev Sir.”

The three of them shared a quiet moment, a bond strengthened by shared experiences and mutual support, knowing that whatever challenges lay ahead, they would face them together.

Ss the afternoon wore on, the three of them decided to share lunch together in Armaan’s cabin. Hoping that the simple act of eating together might lift their spirits, Armaan placed a quick order, taking special care to include dishes aligned with Abhira’s strict pregnancy diet plan. Among the items was a sizable broccoli dish, something he’d been nudging her to eat lately for its nutritional value, despite her repeated protests about the taste.

When the food finally arrived, Abhira’s eyes narrowed as she noticed the unmistakable sight of the dreaded broccoli sitting right in the middle of the spread. She turned to Armaan, raising an eyebrow in irritation. “Seriously, Armaan? Broccoli again?” she scoffed, crossing her arms defiantly. “You know I can’t stand this stuff.”

Armaan leaned back, grinning as he picked up a piece of the green vegetable with his fork, waving it playfully in front of her. “Come on, Abhira. It’s not that bad! Besides, the doctor recommended it, and I’m just following orders here,” he teased. “You’ve got to think about the baby.”

Abhira rolled her eyes, her frustration clear. “The baby will be just fine without me choking down broccoli every day, thank you very much.”

As the back-and-forth went on, Dev sat on one of the sofas, quietly observing with an amused grin. He balanced his own plate, watching his friends’ playful banter with a mix of surprise and enjoyment. Seeing this lighthearted, everyday side of them brought him a warm sense of comfort—it was a rare moment that reminded him of simpler, happier times, when small arguments and laughter were an everyday part of their lives.

“Oh, come on,” Armaan continued, nudging the plate of broccoli closer to her, his voice full of feigned innocence. “Just one bite. You won’t even taste it if you stop making a big deal out of it.”

“No way.” Abhira pushed the plate back, crossing her arms again in a stubborn refusal. “You’re obsessed with this health thing, Armaan. I’m beginning to wonder if it’s me or the broccoli you actually care about.”

This sent Dev over the edge, and he couldn’t hold back his laughter any longer. He tried to hide it, coughing into his hand, but the sound came out loud and clear, drawing both of their attention. Armaan and Abhira turned to look at him in surprise, caught off guard by his sudden reaction.

“Oh, really, Dev Sir?” Abhira said, narrowing her eyes at him now. “I thought you were on my side.”

Dev raised his hands, a playful grin on his face as he leaned back comfortably in his seat. “I hate to say this, Abhira,” he chuckled, “but I think Armaan has a point. Broccoli’s full of iron and nutrients, which is great for you and the baby. I’m siding with him on this one.”

Abhira let out a dramatic gasp, placing a hand over her heart in mock offense. “Traitor!” she exclaimed, though a hint of a smile broke through her playful anger. “You two are completely ganging up on me. This is unfair!”

Seeing his opportunity, Armaan smirked and quickly speared a small piece of broccoli on his fork. “See? Even Dev thinks it’s a good idea,” he said, his eyes twinkling with mischief. “Just one little bite. You won’t even know it’s there.”

Caught off guard by the banter and laughter, Abhira accidentally opened her mouth mid-protest, and Armaan seized the moment, slipping the broccoli in before she could react. Abhira froze, blinking in surprise as Armaan grinned victoriously. Dev laughed out loud, unable to hold back his amusement as he watched the scene unfold.

“Armaan!” Abhira finally managed, scowling playfully as she chewed. Despite her annoyance, she could feel a smile creeping onto her face. “You two are absolutely impossible,” she muttered, shaking her head at both of them.

Armaan leaned back, flashing her an exaggerated grin of triumph. “See? Wasn’t so bad, was it?”

Dev chuckled, as he took another bite of his food, the joy evident on his face. “You two really are something else,” he said, his voice filled with warmth. “Watching you guys bicker like this... it’s nice. Reminds me of how some things never change.”

Armaan glanced at Dev, a shared understanding passing between them, and gave him a reassuring smile. For a brief moment, the heavy clouds of the morning lifted, replaced by the laughter and warmth that filled the room. The three of them continued eating, chatting, and sharing stories, basking in the rare moment of joy and camaraderie that brought them closer.

Amidst the playful banter, Armaan’s silent care for Abhira, Dev’s laughter, and the shared meal, they felt a sense of togetherness that reminded them of what mattered most—each other’s presence, support, and the unwavering bond that could weather even the darkest storms.

As the time for their doctor’s appointment neared, Armaan and Abhira prepared to leave. Dev, understanding the importance of the visit, offered to handle things in their absence. “Don’t worry about the candidate list. I’ll go through the selections for the second round and make sure everything’s in order,” he assured them.

Before leaving, Armaan paused, meeting Dev’s gaze with a steady expression. “If you come across that name in the list, just remember… she’s different. We all saw that girl walk in today—she’s not the person from our past.”

Dev nodded, the hint of a grateful smile crossing his face. “I know, Armaan,” he said calmly. “I’ll be fine. Today was just a reminder, that’s all.”

With a final pat on his friend’s back, Armaan headed to the parking lot to get the car, leaving Abhira alone with Dev for a moment. Abhira stepped closer, placing a gentle hand on Dev’s shoulder, a reassuring warmth radiating through her touch.

“Dev Sir,” she began softly, her voice filled with genuine care, “I know that sometimes the past tries to pull us back into its shadows. But I’ve seen the way you’ve rebuilt your life, how you’ve taken each painful piece and crafted it into something stronger, something resilient. You’re not just surviving; you’re thriving. And we’re right here, always.”

Dev looked down, touched by her words, his gaze softening as he processed the depth of her understanding. He was struck by the quiet strength Abhira possessed—a strength that didn’t shout but was powerful, resilient, and steady. Here she was, carrying her own burdens, managing her responsibilities, yet still finding space in her heart to offer support to him.

The admiration was evident in his eyes as he looked at her. “Abhira,” he said, his voice thick with emotion, “thank you… for being this way, for always understanding more than anyone expects you to. Armaan’s lucky to have you—and so am I, to have you both as friends.”

Abhira smiled softly, giving his shoulder a reassuring squeeze before letting her hand fall. “You’re family, Dev. And family stands together, no matter what.”

With one last, reassuring smile, she turned to leave. As she walked down the hallway to meet Armaan at the car, Dev watched her go, feeling lighter, his mind clearer. Her words lingered, anchoring him with the reminder that he didn’t have to face the past alone.

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Armaan and Abhira left the office, feeling a renewed sense of calm after speaking with Dev. As they made their way to the hospital for their appointment, Armaan reached over to clasp Abhira’s hand, holding it gently as he drove. The anticipation and excitement were evident in their eyes, and though neither spoke much, the quiet between them was filled with warmth and love.

“Do you remember the first ultrasound?” Armaan finally asked, his voice soft, a gentle smile spreading across his face. “The first time we heard the heartbeat?”

Abhira nodded, her fingers lightly tracing circles on the back of his hand. “I still get chills thinking about it. Today, though… they said we might actually see the baby’s face more clearly.”

He squeezed her hand in response, his gaze turning tender. “I just so excited and nervous all at once.”

"You know every visit, I just can't help this feeling  that gets into me," abbira spoke with a voice heavy with emotions. "We have seen our baby grow over these months in each of these ultra sound and.."

"You can’t wait to meet our little one, just like i can't hold back my excitement.” Armaan smiled at her to which she nodded.

Upon arriving at the hospital, they were shown to the waiting room before meeting with the doctor. When their turn came, the doctor, a kindly woman with a reassuring presence, welcomed them with a warm smile.

“Hello, Abhira, Armaan! How have things been since the last visit?” she asked, glancing over her notes as they settled in.

“Mostly smooth, just a few more aches and cravings,” Abhira replied with a smile, glancing briefly at Armaan, who nodded in agreement.

The doctor asked about Abhira’s daily routine, any discomfort she was facing, and Abhira mentioned feeling occasional swelling in her feet and a bit more fatigue. The doctor nodded knowingly, making some notes.

“Perfectly normal around this time,” she assured them. “As your baby grows, it’s common to feel extra pressure and some swelling. However, I’ll adjust your supplement intake and diet a bit to help manage that.”

Armaan sat up a bit straighter, his expression focused, mentally noting every word. The doctor went over a few new dietary guidelines, recommending more iron-rich foods and an increased intake of calcium and omega-3 supplements. “And remember, staying hydrated is key. Abhira, listen to your body’s needs—don’t hesitate to rest when you feel the need.”

Abhira agreed, giving Armaan a soft smile as she noticed his serious expression, as if he were memorizing everything word for word.

Finally, the doctor led them to the ultrasound room, dimming the lights slightly as she prepared the equipment. Armaan took Abhira’s hand, squeezing it gently, his gaze never leaving her face as she lay back and waited. The soft, rhythmic sound of their baby’s heartbeat filled the room, and Armaan just like every ither time felt his own heart skip a beat.

“There’s your baby,” the doctor said warmly, pointing to the screen. “See that little nose? And those tiny hands?” The faint outline of their baby was clearer now, the tiny face, limbs, and movements perfectly visible.

Abhira’s eyes filled with tears as she took in the sight, the reality of their baby growing inside her making her heart swell. She turned to see Armaan’s reaction and found him captivated, his face softened with awe, his eyes glistening with emotion.

“Do you see that?” he whispered, his voice barely audible. “That’s… that’s our little one.”

The doctor pointed out the baby’s hands curled up near the face, the small nose, and even a tiny yawn that made them both laugh softly, overwhelmed by the miracle before them.

After the ultrasound, the doctor excused herself briefly, leaving them alone to take in the moment. Armaan turned to Abhira, his gaze filled with all the love he felt but could barely put into words. Leaning down, he kissed her gently, a slow, tender kiss that held both gratitude and promise.

Abhira reached up, her hand resting lightly on his cheek, whispering, “Thank you… for everything.”

Armaan’s forehead rested against hers as he whispered back, “No, thank you. For all of this, for being everything I could have dreamed of and more.”

As night settled, in the comforting silence that enveloped their room, with only the soft glow of the bedside lamp casting a warm hue. Armaan lay stretched out on the bed, his head comfortably resting on Abhira’s lap as she gently ran her fingers through his hair, a habit that always soothed him. Their hands rested on her baby bump, feeling the faint kicks and movements beneath her skin.

“Do you think our baby will be a night owl?” Armaan mused, his voice soft, his eyes half-closed as he looked up at her.

“Hmm,” Abhira smiled, glancing down at her belly, “with all this energy, I wouldn’t be surprised.” Just then, a light kick pressed against her hand, making her giggle. “See? This one is already joining the conversation.”

Armaan chuckled. “Oh, I see how it is. Baby already prefers Mumma, huh?” He gently nudged her bump. “Hey, little one, you’re supposed to be on my team.”

Abhira rolled her eyes playfully. “Oh, please! Who else has been keeping them cozy and fed all these months?” She patted her belly affectionately, “Right, baby?”

Almost on cue, another soft little fluttet made its presence known, as if confirming her words. Armaan gasped, feigning shock. “Traitor!” he laughed, lifting his head slightly from her lap, “Just you wait, baby. When you’re here, I’m going to spoil you so much you’ll be Team Papa in no time.”

She laughed, brushing her fingers over his cheek. “Keep dreaming, Armaan. This little one’s already my partner in crime.”

Armaan playfully narrowed his eyes at her. “Well, let’s see if I can change that.” He leaned down, pressing his lips against her belly with a mischievous glint in his eye. “Hey, baby, kick again if you love Papa more,” he whispered, pretending to plead.

To his dismay, there was a little kick, directed precisely at Abhira’s side. She laughed, clearly amused. “Face it, Armaan,” she teased, “the baby’s already on my side.”

“Oh, you two are ganging up on me already!” he sighed dramatically, then shifted back, catching her gaze as he took her hand in his. “But that’s okay,” he murmured, “I don’t mind being the odd one out if it means having both of you in my life.”

Her smile softened, her fingers intertwining with his. They sat quietly for a moment, absorbing the weight of his words, their hearts swelling with love and anticipation for the life they were building together. Armaan leaned up, pressing a gentle kiss to her forehead, then her cheek, trailing down until his lips brushed against hers.

The kiss was tender at first, but as they melted into each other, it grew deeper, filled with all the emotions they shared—the joy, the anticipation, the love. She ran her fingers along his jaw, her other hand resting protectively over her belly, feeling the warmth radiate between the three of them.

Pulling back just slightly, she whispered, “We’re so lucky, aren’t we?”

He nodded, his forehead touching hers. “Luckier than I ever imagined,” he replied softly, his hand still resting over her belly, feeling the faint heartbeat of the life they had created.

Their quiet moment was interrupted by a soft chime from Armaan’s phone. He reached over to check it, and a smile spread across his face as he read the message. “It’s from Dev,” he murmured, showing Abhira the screen.

The message read:

“Final candidate list for round two attached. Also, a list of potential investors for expansion. Congratulations, you two. We’re growing—Pinnacle is about to reach new heights.”

Abhira’s eyes sparkled with excitement as she glanced at the names. They shared a look, each reflecting on how far they’d come. “We really did start from scratch, didn’t we?” she whispered, her hand still resting protectively over her bump.

Armaan nodded, a bittersweet smile crossing his face. “From Udaipur to Mumbai…it feels like a lifetime ago. Do you remember how we started again in udaipur years back?”

She laughed, nodding. “And yet, we were so proud of it. Every client, every project…we built this together, bit by bit.” Her voice softened. “We didn’t have much back then, but we had each other. I think that’s what made all the difference.”

Armaan’s eyes softened as he reached out to tuck a stray strand of hair behind her ear. “Every struggle, every late night, every bit of stress—it's all worth it, because look where we are now. We’re not only building a life for ourselves but creating something that will make an impact.”

They shared a lingering gaze, their hearts full of gratitude and love for the journey that had brought them to this point. Mumbai had given them challenges and triumphs, moments of doubt, and days of resilience. And through it all, they had never let go of each other.

As they looked down at the list of investors and candidates, Armaan wrapped his arm around her, pulling her close. “This is just the beginning, Abhira,” he murmured. “The dreams we’ve talked about, the future we’re building for our family—it’s all within reach.”

Abhira leaned her head against his shoulder, feeling a sense of peace and excitement for the road ahead. With their past as a foundation and their future full of promise, they sat together, knowing that whatever came next, they would face it side by side.

*..*..*..*..*..*..*

Another Part, we shall see the start of Amraan and Dev in Udaipur over the next few chapters and post that Abhimaan and Chorus Ganag meet.

Dev and Charu will be a dynamics I would love to write on if people would want to read.

Do let me know how this was.

~TheLostSoul