The morning light slipped gently into Armaan and Abhira’s room, casting a golden glow across the space as the city outside slowly woke to a new day. Soft rays filtered through the sheer curtains, which danced delicately in the morning breeze. A chorus of birds sang from a distance, filling the tranquil silence with their melodies. The world outside buzzed faintly, carrying the hum of life beyond, while here, in their haven, time seemed to stand still.

The room held subtle signs of the love and togetherness they’d shared the night before—pillows scattered across the bed, sheets tousled and half-spilled over the edge. Faint traces of their intimate moments lingered in the air, and the bed, tangled with their memories, seemed to cradle them with a warmth as comforting as their embrace.

Nestled together, Armaan and Abhira lay wrapped in the remnants of the night’s closeness, their bare bodies entwined beneath the soft cover of the blanket. Abhira’s back was pressed firmly against Armaan’s front, his arm snugly curled around her waist, his fingers interlaced with hers where they rested on her stomach. She used his other arm as a pillow, her head nestled just above his bicep, while his warm breath brushed against her shoulder with each steady inhale.

They held each other in a contented peace, a silent language woven between their bodies that spoke of security, warmth, and the pure happiness of being together. In his arms, she found a sense of belonging; wrapped in her presence, he found a grounding calm.

Abhira lay blissfully snuggled in the dual warmth of Armaan and the blanket cocooned around them. But soon, the sun’s rays began to dance across her face, a soft but persistent intrusion that nudged her from her restful slumber. Seeking refuge from the bright light, she stirred in his arms, turning over to press her face against his chest, now facing him. The blanket shifted slightly, allowing a cool breeze to graze her skin, and she shivered at the sudden sensation.

Armaan, even in the depths of sleep, responded instinctively. His arms tightened around her, his embrace pulling her closer, as though shielding her from any disturbance. The way he held her was both protective and tender, his body a shield against anything that dared to break the peace they shared in that moment.

Feeling the reassuring warmth of his body, Abhira moved closer still, nestling into the curve of his chest as she cocooned herself in his embrace. His steady heartbeat sounded in her ear, grounding her with its rhythm, and she let herself melt against him, sinking deeper into the comfort of his hold. With his arms wrapped securely around her, she drifted back into the warmth, lost in the haven of his presence, a soft smile gracing her lips as she surrendered to the bliss of being loved so completely.

Abhira’s sleepy shift in his arms stirred a havoc Armaan hadn’t quite anticipated. Her warm breath brushed against the crook of his neck, a soft tickling that teased his skin, sending shivers through him. He let out a small whine, fighting against the sensation, wanting to savor a few more quiet minutes. But the sensation persisted, nudging him fully awake. Letting out a mildly annoyed groan, he blinked open his eyes, only to be greeted by the sight of his wife curled up peacefully against him, looking as innocent as a baby.

Armaan’s heart skipped a beat as he took in the scene. Abhira, wrapped in the blanket, looked so small against him. Her face was relaxed, framed by tousled hair that fell in soft waves around her cheeks, her eyelashes brushing her skin with every peaceful breath she took. Her delicate form curled against his, seeking warmth, and the way she burrowed into him made her look even more endearing. He couldn't help but smile, a tender warmth filling him as he admired her, wondering how someone could look so completely adorable and enchanting at once.

Armaan couldn’t pull his gaze away from her peaceful face, each little breath she took tugging at his heart. The early morning light cast a soft glow across the room, illuminating Abhira's face as her lips curved into a slight smile even in sleep. It was like she was wrapped in a world of her own dreams, her features tranquil, yet glowing with a warmth that made him want to stay by her side forever.

He felt an overwhelming urge to kiss her, to bask in this quiet moment together. He knew he shouldn't disturb her, but the temptation was too strong to ignore. Leaning in, he traced his lips softly across her forehead, feeling the warmth of her skin. His lips moved slowly down to her cheeks, then to her shoulder, each kiss light as a whisper. She shivered under his touch, her body reacting to his gentle caresses, and he couldn't help but smile as he tugged the blanket more securely around her, cocooning her in its warmth.

As he lay there, his mind wandered back to the previous night, the moments of love, passion, desire they had shared still vivid in his memory. He lifted his head slightly, his fingers tracing delicate circles in her hair, relishing the softness of each strand. But the moment his fingers stilled, Abhira made a small, unhappy sound, her face scrunching up in a pout that was so endearing, it was impossible not to chuckle. Her lips pressed together, a hint of frustration crossing her peaceful face as she shifted closer to him, seeking that comforting touch.

With a fond smile, Armaan leaned down, brushing his lips over her pout, stealing a soft kiss before resuming his gentle strokes through her hair. Her pout softened as he continued, and she snuggled even closer, a content sigh escaping her lips as she drifted back into a peaceful slumber. Holding her close, Armaan realized he wouldn’t trade this quiet, love-filled morning for anything.

Abhira stirred, waking up slowly to the loss of the familiar, comforting warmth beside her. She tossed in bed a few times, stretching her arm towards Armaan’s side, her fingers patting the sheets only to find them empty. Lazily, she cracked open her eyes to see a pillow in his place, and a small, annoyed sound escaped her lips as she sat up, rubbing her eyes and letting out a sleepy yawn.

“Khadusmann kahin ka, subha subha gayab ho jata hai,” she mumbled, her voice a soft, groggy complaint.

Glancing around, her eyes landed on his shirt draped over the chair from last night. She slipped into it, finding its oversized form engulfing her comfortably, the hem resting just above her knees as if it were meant for her. Padding towards the washroom in hopes of finding him there, she was met with disappointment—the room was empty.

Undeterred, Abhira made her way to the kitchen, where her eyes brightened at the sight of Armaan standing beside the gas stove, making tea. In baby steps, she approached him from behind, wrapping her arms around his waist and nuzzling her nose gently against his back. Feeling her familiar touch, Armaan couldn’t help but smile.

With a tender hold, he clasped her hands wrapped around his waist and gently tugged her around to his front. His eyes softened as they swept over her, taking in the sight of her in his shirt, oversized but fitting her like it had been tailored for her. The shirt was just long enough to skim above her knees, and he thought she had never looked more effortlessly beautiful.

Abhira rested her cheek against his chest, feeling the steady rhythm of his heartbeat beneath her as she let out a contented sigh. “How could you just leave me alone?” she complained softly, her voice muffled against his skin. “You know I can’t sleep without you.”

Armaan's heart clenched a bit, realizing she was still sleepy, her whole weight pressing against him in a way that made her seem even smaller. Without a second thought, he lifted her effortlessly and settled her on the kitchen counter, stepping closer as he wrapped her in his arms. Abhira nestled her head into his shoulder, her arms wrapped around his back, the drowsy comfort of the embrace making her relax even further.

“I’m sorry,” he whispered softly, pressing a gentle kiss to her temple, only for her to tighten her hold on him as a silent response.

He chuckled softly, “Abhira” running a hand over her hair. “Tum theek ho na?”

She gave a drowsy nod, her face burrowing further into his shoulder. Smiling to himself, he turned off the gas and placed a lid over the tea container—the tea could wait, but his wifey certainly couldn’t.

He glanced at the clock, seeing that it was only 7:00, meaning he could let her sleep for another half hour. Gently lifting her in his arms, Abhira clung to him like a little koala, her face resting against his chest as she sighed happily. Carrying her back to the room, he settled her into bed, adjusting the covers around her as she snuggled back down, her breathing quickly slowing into soft snores.

He couldn’t help the fond smile tugging at his lips as he watched her sleep peacefully, his heart swelling with warmth. This tiny, precious woman meant the entire world to him—his stationery ki dukan, his silly girl, the one who made every morning feel like a new beginning.

“I’m here, jaan,” he murmured softly. “Always.”

As if hearing him, Abhira relaxed even further, her face peaceful, a soft smile gracing her lips once more. Armaan’s heart swelled with a love so deep, so grounding, that he knew in that moment he would do anything to protect this happiness they had. To keep this warmth, this peace, and this woman he loved more than words could ever convey.

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Kaveri Poddar sat alone in her cabin, a steely aura radiating from her as she absently toyed with the cold, heavy paperweight on her desk. The morning's newspaper lay open in front of her, its bold headline demanding her attention: *"Armaan Poddar Joins Dev Shekhawat"*, followed by a provocative subheading, *"Is it the End for Poddar and Poddar Associates?"*

Her eyes glinted with the controlled fury of betrayal, her composure unwavering as her fingers pressed down firmly on the paperweight. In her mind, the headlines and commentary from various papers replayed, each word seeming to mock her position and the reputation she had spent decades building. She had expected that the press conference would tarnish Armaan’s name, yet every column praised his legal acumen and potential impact when paired with Dev Shekhawat—a strength that, to her dismay, the papers were painting as unstoppable.

With a snap, Kaveri set the paperweight back on the table just as Sanjay entered, a stack of documents and files in hand. He moved with a certain urgency, though his expression remained cautious.

“Kahiye, Jamai sa,” Kaveri greeted him coldly, masking her frustration, “itni subha kyun bulaya hume?”

Sanjay placed the files before her, his tone calm but laced with a hint of warning. “Maa sa, yeh sab clients vo hain jinhone pichle teen mahine mein firm chhod chuke hain.”

Kaveri’s eyes narrowed as she leaned forward to scan the bundle. The names scrawled on top of the files jumped out at her, and she clenched her jaw upon recognizing them—these weren’t just any clients. They were high-profile names, the sort that brought both prestige and financial security. She tried to keep her reaction tempered, but a flicker of anger mixed with dread flashed across her face.

Sanjay continued, his voice steady. “Yeh clients pichle chaar mahine tak Armaan ke paas the. Aur fir… Rohit ne takeover kiye.” He took a seat across from her, his gaze unwavering as he added, “Armaan inke cases ke last-phase hearings mein tha, saare cases easy wins par aa gaye the.”

Kaveri's hands instinctively went to the files, flipping through them as she inspected each case. The court documents attached told a clear story: Armaan had maneuvered these cases from near-impossible situations into winning positions. She couldn’t shake the feeling of both admiration for Armaan’s skill and resentment for the trouble his absence was now causing.

Sanjay’s voice broke through her thoughts. “Rohit ne yeh sab kuch mahino mein lose kar diye, aur losses ka nuksan clients ko itna bhari pada ki ab unhone firm se pura rishta hi khatam kar diya hai. Contracts abruptly end kar diye hain.”

Her fists clenched involuntarily, but she quickly smoothed her expression. Anger brewed within her, though she forced it down, the feeling overshadowed by the need to protect her “apna khoon.”

“Poddar firm ka naam itna bada hai, Jamai sa,” she said dismissively, pushing the files aside, “ki chand clients ke jaane se hume koi farak nahi padega.”

Sanjay, despite his usual cynicism, was a competent lawyer, and he saw through her denial. What Kaveri dismissed as a minor setback, he recognized as a far larger threat. The losses were no accident, and even he knew that Rohit, while her choice, was far from being the right candidate to lead Poddar and Poddar Associates. His true motivation for summoning Kaveri wasn’t out of concern for the firm's losses, but rather because he viewed it as a stepping stone towards his own potential control over the company.

“But Maa sa,” he continued, his gaze sharp, “clients ka jaana shayad firm par farak na dale, par Armaan aur Dev ko zaroor faida dega.”

Kaveri shot him a piercing look, her brow arching in suspicion.

Sanjay leaned in, his tone almost conspiratorial. “Yeh saare clients Armaan ke apne clients the. Unke liye usne bohot kuch jeeta tha, aur ab Armaan action mein wapas aaya hai… aap khud hi samajhdar hain. Samajh jaayein ki yeh kya matlab rakhta hai.”

Kaveri held her composure, but inwardly, the weight of his words sunk in. She knew, despite herself, what was at stake—Armaan’s success was rising like a storm on the horizon, one that, if unchecked, could overshadow Poddar and Poddar Associates altogether.

Kaveri’s eyes fell on another file still in Sanjay’s hands, and with an arched brow, she motioned toward it. “Aur yeh kya hai, Jamai sa?” she asked, her tone laced with suspicion.

Sanjay placed the file on her desk, his expression unreadable. Inside were only a few sheets, but at the very top was a list of names. As Kaveri’s gaze moved over the list, a chill of realization ran through her. The names belonged to employees from nearly every department—though most prominently from the criminal law team, the very heart of the firm. Attached behind the list were resignation letters from each of them.

She shot Sanjay a look of disbelief, then returned her attention to the letters, scanning through them rapidly. Her face hardened with each page she turned, the file slamming shut in her grip as she demanded, “Kya matlab hai iska, Jamai sa?”

Sanjay, unfazed by her outburst, stood calmly. “Sabse zyada employees Armaan ke department se hain, Maa sa. Aap khud samajh jaiye… iska kya matlab hai.” Without another word, he turned and walked out of the room, leaving Kaveri alone to digest the implications.

As the silence settled around her, Kaveri reopened the file, meticulously reviewing each resignation letter. There were twenty in all—each one representing a key player in the firm, seasoned and loyal attorneys who had built their careers under Armaan’s guidance. She knew these lawyers to be Armaan’s close confidants. Their listed reasons for departure alluded to the “lack of growth opportunities” and “increasing workplace toxicity.” Kaveri’s lips pursed as she realized what they were implying.

An unsettling realization began to sink in—she was on a battlefield she hadn’t anticipated, and she was already losing ground. For the first time, she felt the weight of the challenge before her, an unyielding “do-or-die” situation. But her pride was too vast to accept defeat, especially at the hands of Armaan. Her jaw clenched as resolve sparked within her.

Picking up the crumpled newspaper, she crushed it between her fingers, a dark determination glinting in her eyes. “Ab chahe saam, daam, dand, ya bhed… kuch bhi kyun na istemaal karna pade,” she muttered under her breath. “Lekin hum tumhe jeetne nahi denge, Armaan.”

With a decisive grip, she picked up her phone and dialed a few numbers, her voice dripping with veiled intent as she spoke. Her lips curled into a smirk as she added, “Tum humare gurur se khel rahe ho, Armaan… ab hum tumhari himmat se khelenge. Ab woh ladki tumhare dhoke ki keemat chukayegi.” Her voice dropped to a cold whisper as she vowed, “Pehle tumhari himmat tutegi, aur phir tum. Yeh Kaveri Poddar ka wada hai.”

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Armaan stood in front of the mirror, dressed in a crisp white shirt, though he fumbled with his tie, struggling to get it right. His collar lay slightly askew as he sighed, finally giving up, and opened the top button, exhaling a shaky breath.

Across the room, Abhira was busy packing their bags when she glanced up, noticing his frustration. She put down her things and walked over to him, gently turning him to face her. Placing her hands on his shoulders, she looked into his eyes, sensing the tension there.

“What’s wrong?” she asked softly.

In response, Armaan wrapped his arms around her, pulling her into a close embrace. He whispered, "I love you," into her ear, his voice soft and vulnerable, then leaned down to press a tender kiss on her shoulder.

Smiling, Abhira replied, “I love you more,” her voice filled with warmth, and leaned up to kiss his exposed neck, leaving a faint red mark from her lipstick. She felt his heartbeat against hers, steady but carrying a slight tremor.

When she tried to pull back, Armaan tightened his arms around her, whispering, “Can we stay like this for a moment? Just a moment longer…”

Understanding the emotions swirling within him, Abhira simply nodded, pressing her cheek to his chest. The thrill of his new beginnings had given way to an undercurrent of unease, stirred up by the morning headlines they'd seen during breakfast. The news, so public in its intent to stir up drama for Poddar and Armaan-Dev, brought an all-too-familiar sting. She knew he tried to shrug it off, yet deep down, the memories and hurts were still there.

She drew small, comforting circles on his back as he let out a long breath, holding her close as if grounding himself. Finally, he pulled back, placing a soft kiss on her forehead, his eyes reflecting gratitude for her silent support.

Just then, Abhira noticed something, and without a word, she moved to the dressing table, picking up a concealer and a brush. Armaan raised an eyebrow as she came closer, puzzled but amused.

Gently, she tilted his head to the side, revealing a faint bruise on his neck—her doing from the previous night. She brushed over it with the concealer, giving him a soft, knowing smile.

“Can’t have you going into your first day looking like this, can we?” she teased, laughter shining in her eyes as she finished. Their gazes met, and in that shared warmth, his worries seemed to fade, replaced by a renewed strength and calm.

As Abhira carefully dabbed the concealer over the faint bruise on his neck, Armaan gave her a playful smirk.

“You know,” he murmured, “if you keep marking me up like this, people might start to wonder what goes on behind closed doors.”

She chuckled, rolling her eyes. “Oh, I think they already wonder plenty, Khadusmann. And besides,” she said, giving him a sly look, “you’re the one who didn’t seem to mind last night.  Toh aab kya hua.”

“Didn’t mind?” he scoffed, eyebrows raised. “I’ll have you know, I was a perfect gentleman. You were the one who couldn’t keep her hands off me.”

“Perfect gentleman, huh?” She leaned back, crossing her arms with a grin. “So that’s what we’re calling it now?”

He chuckled, brushing his thumb over her cheek. “Absolutely. I just… let you take charge, that’s all.”

“Oh really?” she laughed, swatting his shoulder playfully. “Who was it that said, ‘No one can resist Abhira’s charms’?”

Armaan held his hands up in mock surrender, a laugh escaping him. “Alright, guilty as charged. But if I have to walk into my new office on day one with a concealer-covered bruise, the least you can do is take some of the blame.”

“Blame?” She raised an eyebrow, leaning in with a smirk. “Admit it Armaan, you secretly don't mind of it.”

“Maybe,” he admitted, winking at her. “But next time, you’re the one explaining it to Dev if he asks.”

Abhira burst out laughing, “Deal. But until then, let’s keep these marks to a minimum, alright?”

“Tonight, just find yourself a place that's quite hidden for all these marks.” Armaan just grinned, pulling her close yet again. “Now, if my wifey would do the honours of fixing this tie for her husband on his first day?”

Abhira smiled as she tightened the knot of his tie, Armaan held her close, his hands resting lightly on her waist. Her touch was gentle, steadying him as she fixed the tie he’d been struggling with. She moved with quiet focus, slipping his arms into the sleeves of his black coat, brushing her fingers over his shoulders to adjust it just right.

Armaan watched her, a soft smile tugging at his lips as she fussed over every little detail, making sure he looked perfect. Finally, she stepped back, smoothing the collar of his coat with a satisfied smile and murmured, “Savdhan ho jao, Udaipur walon—Advocate Armaan is back in action.”

He let out a laugh, shaking his head. “If you keep this up biwi, I might start believing I’m invincible.”

Abhira grinned, straightening his collar one last time before looking up at him. “You are invincible, Armaan. Especially with me by your side.”

Her words made him feel lighter, the lingering tension from the morning’s headlines fading just a little. He gave her hand a squeeze, his gaze filled with gratitude and a newfound resolve.

“Well, then,” he said, lifting her hand to his lips and pressing a soft kiss on her knuckles, “let’s show Udaipur what we’re made of.”

As they gathered their things, ready to step out the door, Abhira suddenly tugged Armaan back. The unexpected pull made him turn around, and he found her face mere inches from his, her heels giving her that extra bit of height to meet his gaze more closely.

Without a word, she leaned in, capturing his lips in a kiss that spoke volumes. It was deep, lingering, filled with an intensity that took both of them by surprise. Armaan’s arms instinctively wrapped around her waist, pulling her even closer as he kissed her back, letting all his worries melt away in that moment.

As they finally broke apart, Abhira’s hand lingered on his cheek, her eyes filled with warmth and reassurance. “Armaan,” she murmured, her voice steady and calming, “everything’s going to go just right today. I believe in you—and I know you can face anything.”

He took a steadying breath, nodding as her words sank in. “Thank you,” he whispered, his own confidence bolstered by her unwavering support. Her gentle smile and encouraging gaze felt like a promise that no matter what challenges lay ahead, he wouldn’t be facing them alone.

With one last smile, he took her hand, squeezing it, and together, they stepped out, ready to face the day with each other by their side.

Armaan and Dev spent the morning interviewing candidates, a diverse mix of eager young lawyers and hopeful interns. They had an array of applications lined up, each person bringing their unique strengths—or lack thereof—to the table. Armaan took a direct approach, testing the interviewees with challenging questions about recent cases and legal principles, watching their reactions to gauge not only knowledge but confidence. Dev, meanwhile, evaluated them with a calm scrutiny, noting how well they held up under Armaan’s grilling.

One candidate, a fresh graduate, fumbled through Armaan’s question about corporate law, while another confidently broke down a recent Supreme Court judgment with impressive insight. Armaan and Dev exchanged approving nods here and there, subtly communicating when someone showed promise. By midday, they’d shortlisted a few candidates who would bring fresh energy to the firm, each chosen for their talent, quick thinking, and, most importantly, their resolve to stand their ground under pressure.

Meanwhile, Abhira’s day at court had its own high point. She had the final hearing for a money laundering case she’d been working on for months. With her meticulous research and sharp arguments, she managed to sway the judge, securing a win. The victory left her with a sense of satisfaction, and as she packed her files, ready to leave the courtroom, she felt a surge of pride at the hard work she’d put into the case.

As she was heading out, she noticed Manish involved in a heated argument with another lawyer. She took a step toward them, thinking to intervene, but paused when she overheard Ruhi’s name. The memory of Ruhi’s manipulative actions resurfaced, a reminder of all the past hurt and betrayal. Abhira exhaled, deciding it wasn’t worth souring her mood over something from the past. With a firm resolve, she turned and walked out of the courthouse, leaving the commotion behind her.

It was nearly lunchtime when Abhira arrived at the firm, taking both Armaan and Dev by surprise. She entered with a warm smile and a bag in hand, filled with freshly made kachoris and rasgullas she’d picked up from Tiwari's Sweet Shop. The aroma wafted through the office, catching everyone’s attention as Abhira made her way to the break room.

When Armaan and Dev finally took a break and joined her, Armaan’s face lit up at the sight of the kachoris. “You read my mind,” he said, reaching for one before glancing at her with a grin. “Are you trying to spoil us with this spread?”

Abhira laughed, “Someone has to keep you two fueled. For, I figured you’d both need it after your grueling morning interviews.”

Dev raised an eyebrow, smirking. “I’m almost certain a few of those candidates thought you were going to bite their heads off, Armaan.”

Armaan shrugged, unbothered. “If they’re going to work here, they’ll need to handle a little pressure. Can’t have anyone fainting at the first sight of a tough case.”

Abhira shook her head, smiling as she took a kachori herself. “At this rate, your reputation is going to precede you, Armaan.”

Armaan leaned back, savoring the moment. “Let it. We’re building something solid here, and it’s time Udaipur saw it.” He looked at Abhira, his eyes softening. “And I have the best support system anyone could ask for.”

They shared a warm look, Dev clearing his throat with a playful roll of his eyes. “Alright, you two, Stop right here. Let’s eat before the kachoris get cold.”

They were busy devouring the fresh warm kachoris whem Armaan reached out to tuck a stray strand of hair behind Abhira's ear.

Dev groaned dramatically. "Oh, come on, you two! Do you plan these romantic moments just to torture me? Because I’m beginning to think it’s getting personal now."

Abhira smirked, not missing a beat. "Maybe we do. After all, someone’s got to remind you that love isn’t all courtroom battles and briefs." She gave Armaam quick, playful wink.

Armaan chuckled, glancing at Dev. "You’re just jealous because your love life’s more of a mess than your filing cabinet, Dev.”

Dev threw up his hands in mock offense. “Jealous? Please! Just because my social life is slightly less lively than a stack of case files doesn’t mean I need to suffer through your PDA.”

Armaan raised an eyebrow, leaning back with a smirk. "Face it, Dev—you’re just upset you can’t intervene in my love life now. Guess we’re one happy couple you can’t ‘cross-examine.’”

Abhira laughed, watching the banter between the two. She felt a warmth settle over her as she realized how much their bond had evolved. Armaan and Dev, who’d started as enemies, had grown into friends—and, at moments like this, it felt like they were closer than brothers.

“Actually, Dev,” Armaan continued, a playful glint in his eyes, “a couple of candidates seemed to have a ‘soft spot’ for you this morning. There was that intern who kept making eyes at you—and I’m pretty sure she threw in an extra smile every time you looked her way.”

Dev rolled his eyes, feigning exasperation. "Oh, please! She was just being polite."

Abhira smirked, joining in. “Polite? Or is it that you have made quite an impression on her Dev Sir.”

Armaan chuckled. “Face it, Dev—you’re a heartbreaker in that conference room.”

Dev scoffed, though a faint blush crept up his cheeks. “Okay, you two, enough of this. Since when did my private life become your entertainment?”

“Oh, since the moment you started blushing over ‘politeness,’” Abhira teased, nudging him.

Armaan burst out laughing. "See, Abhira and I are just looking out for you. Who knows, maybe your next great romance will walk right through our office doors.”

“Or your next lawsuit,” Dev countered, folding his arms but unable to hide his own grin. But he had enough, its time the tables change. “Oh, lawsuit reminds me, when’s the last time Advocate Armaan Poddar lost a case?”

Abhira leaned in, catching on quickly. “Or better yet, when’s the last time he wasn’t so ‘put-together’ in front of someone?”

Armaan gave them both a mock glare. “Alright, alright, you’ve had your fun. But remember, I’ve got plenty of secrets I could spill about both of you.”

“Oh, we’re counting on it!” Dev laughed, holding up his kachori in a mock toast. The trio burst into laughter, their bond stronger than ever as they shared this lighthearted moment, knowing they’d always have each other's backs, whether it was work, life, or just a bit of teasing in between.

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