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Morning at the Rajvanshi Mansion:

Raghav stirred awake and noticed that Diya wasn't beside him. He glanced at the clock on the nightstand; it was 5 AM. Concerned, he reached for his phone and saw a message from Diya. She had left for the hospital around 3 AM due to an emergency.

Raghav contemplated calling her but decided against it, knowing she was probably busy handling a critical situation. He lay back down, his thoughts lingering on Diya's dedication to her work. He admired her commitment, even if he rarely expressed it.

At 7 AM, Diya returned home, visibly exhausted. The night had been long, and her energy was drained. She quietly entered their room, hoping not to wake Raghav, but as she saw him still asleep, she let out a sigh of relief.

She went to take a quick shower, hoping it would refresh her before she started preparing breakfast. Afterward, she got dressed and headed to the kitchen. She moved with practiced ease, despite her tiredness, ensuring everything was ready for the morning routine.

A little while later, she returned to the room to check on Raghav. By then, he was awake and sitting up in bed, checking his phone. He looked up as she entered, his expression softening as he saw how tired she was.

"How was everything at the hospital?" Raghav asked, his voice laced with concern.

Diya offered a small smile, appreciating the rare show of concern. "It was hectic, but we managed. A critical patient came in, and I had to stay until we were sure they were stable."

Raghav nodded, his eyes scanning her face. "You should rest now. You've done enough for one night."

Diya shook her head slightly, her determination evident. "I'll rest later. I still need to make sure everything's ready for breakfast. It's almost time for everyone to wake up."

Raghav watched her for a moment, feeling a mixture of admiration and frustration. He admired her strength, but he was frustrated that she didn't take care of herself as well as she took care of others.

"Diya," he began, his tone firm but gentle, "you need to take care of yourself too. The family can manage breakfast without you for once."

Diya paused, sensing the sincerity in his words. She was used to pushing through her exhaustion, but something about the way Raghav spoke made her consider it.

"Alright," she agreed reluctantly, "I'll rest after breakfast is done."

Raghav sighed, knowing it was the best compromise he was going to get. "I'll join you in the kitchen, then," he offered, surprising even himself.

Diya raised an eyebrow, a hint of amusement in her tired eyes. "You, in the kitchen? That's new."

Raghav shrugged, trying to downplay it. "Consider it my way of making sure you don't overdo it."

Together, they headed to the kitchen, where the morning sunlight was just beginning to filter through the windows. As they worked side by side, there was a quiet understanding between them—a recognition of each other's efforts, even if it wasn't always spoken aloud.

For a brief moment, the tension that often lingered between them seemed to ease, replaced by a sense of teamwork and mutual respect. And though neither of them said it out loud, both knew that this was a step forward in their complicated relationship.

As they finished preparing breakfast and the rest of the family began to stir, Raghav couldn't help but steal a glance at Diya. There was something different about this morning—a feeling that maybe, just maybe, things were starting to change for the better.

As Diya and Raghav were finishing up with breakfast, Virat strolled into the kitchen with a playful grin on his face. He stopped in his tracks, dramatically placing a hand over his heart as if in shock.

"Oh my God, I can't believe my eyes!" Virat exclaimed, his tone filled with mock disbelief. "Mr. Raghav Rajvanshi, the mighty business tycoon, is actually in the kitchen! & helping his wife I must be dreaming."

Diya couldn't help but chuckle at Virat's antics, while Raghav shot his younger brother a mildly annoyed look, though there was a hint of amusement in his eyes.

"Very funny, Virat," Raghav replied dryly, though the corners of his mouth twitched upward. "Don't you have anything better to do than to act like a comedian this early in the morning?"

"Hey, this is a momentous occasion," Virat continued, leaning against the counter with a smirk. "I never thought I'd see the day when you'd voluntarily step into the kitchen. What's the occasion? Trying to impress Bhabhi?"

Diya blushed slightly at Virat's teasing, but before she could respond, Raghav spoke up.

"Someone had to make sure she didn't overwork herself," Raghav said, his tone softer as he glanced at Diya. "And you know she wouldn't let anyone else handle it."

Virat's grin widened, sensing the subtle shift in their relationship. "Well, I'm impressed. But Bhabhi, you've got to tell me—how did you manage to convince him to help out?"

Diya shook her head, laughing lightly. "It wasn't me, Virat. I think your brother just wanted to make sure I didn't collapse from exhaustion."

"Well, whatever the reason," Virat said with a wink, "I think it's sweet. Who knows, maybe we'll see him cooking more often!"

"Don't push your luck," Raghav warned, though there was no real bite to his words.

Virat just laughed and gave Diya a thumbs-up. "You've worked miracles, Bhabhi. Keep up the good work!"

With that, he grabbed a piece of toast and winked at them both before heading out of the kitchen, leaving Diya and Raghav alone once more.

Diya turned to Raghav, a small smile playing on her lips. "You handled that better than I expected."

Raghav shrugged, finally allowing himself a small smile as well. "I guess I'm full of surprises today."

Diya's smile softened as she looked at him. "Thank you, Raghav. For everything."

He met her gaze, a quiet understanding passing between them. "You're welcome."

And as they finished up in the kitchen, both couldn't help but feel that this morning had been different—more relaxed, more connected. It was a small step, but a significant one, in the right direction.

As the morning progressed, the rest of the Rajvanshi family began to gather in the dining room for breakfast. Diya and Raghav, having finished their preparations in the kitchen, started bringing out the dishes.

Poonam, Raghav's mother, was the first to arrive. She looked pleasantly surprised when she saw Raghav helping Diya set the table. "Good morning, everyone," she greeted with a warm smile. "It's nice to see the two of you working together."

"Good morning, Maa," Diya replied, placing a dish of fresh parathas on the table. Raghav simply nodded, busying himself with arranging the cups.

Soon after, Ansh walked in, looking cheerful as usual. "Wow, everything smells amazing!" he said, taking a seat. "Bhabhi, you've outdone yourself again."

"Don't give me all the credit," Diya said with a playful glance at Raghav. "Your brother helped too."

Ansh raised an eyebrow in surprise, looking at Raghav with a grin. "Really, Bhai? I'm impressed. Maybe I should let you handle breakfast more often!"

Raghav rolled his eyes but didn't respond, choosing instead to pour himself a cup of tea.

Finally, Virat entered, still in high spirits from his earlier teasing. He took his seat and winked at Diya, who smiled in return. "Good morning, everyone," he said, grabbing a piece of toast. "Looks like we're in for a special breakfast today."

With everyone seated, the family began their meal. The atmosphere was lively, with conversations flowing easily. They discussed everything from the success of last night's engagement party to Ansh and Aditi's upcoming wedding plans.

Poonam couldn't hide her excitement as she talked about the wedding preparations. "We have so much to do, but I'm sure everything will turn out perfectly. Aditi is such a lovely girl, and she'll fit right into our family."

Diya nodded in agreement, feeling a sense of warmth at the thought of Aditi becoming her sister-in-law. "She's wonderful, Maa. I'm sure she and Ansh will be very happy together."

Ansh smiled, clearly pleased with the praise. "I'm just glad everything went smoothly last night. The dance surprise was a hit, thanks to Virat."

Virat grinned, leaning back in his chair. "It was all in good fun. I'm just glad everyone enjoyed it."

As the conversation continued, Raghav observed the scene quietly, a rare sense of contentment settling over him. For a moment, the usual tensions seemed to melt away, replaced by a sense of unity and togetherness.

And as they finished their meal, Diya couldn't help but feel grateful for the peaceful morning. It was a small respite from the challenges that lay ahead, but one that she cherished deeply.

It was a quiet Sunday morning, and Raghav was in their room, sitting on the edge of the bed with his laptop open, engrossed in work. The usual hum of activity in the Rajvanshi mansion was replaced with a serene calm, perfect for catching up on some tasks.

As he typed away, the door to the room gently creaked open, and Diya entered, her phone pressed to her ear. She was talking to Swati, her best friend, and her tone was light and animated, a stark contrast to the serious atmosphere Raghav was creating with his work.

"Yes, Swati, I know! The engagement went so well. Everyone was so happy," Diya said, her face lit up with a smile as she relayed the details of the previous night's event. She walked over to the dresser, picking up a few things here and there, her conversation flowing naturally.

Raghav glanced up from his laptop, his attention momentarily diverted by Diya's cheerful voice. He wasn't used to hearing her like this—relaxed, happy. It was a side of her that she rarely showed around him, and for a moment, he found himself listening to her, even though the conversation wasn't meant for him.

Diya caught Raghav's gaze in the mirror as she continued to talk. She noticed his attention but didn't pause, still engrossed in her chat with Swati. "Yes, Swati, and guess what? Virat's dance was a huge hit! Everyone loved it. I was surprised myself; I didn't know he had it in him!"

Raghav smirked at that, remembering the dance performance from the night before. It was indeed a surprise, and a pleasant one at that. He shook his head slightly, amused by how easily his youngest brother could turn any event into a memorable one.

Diya continued, "And Aditi looked so happy. I'm really glad she's joining the family. Ansh is so lucky to have found someone like her."

She turned around, leaning against the dresser, and finally addressed Raghav with a soft smile while still on the phone. "Swati, hold on a second." Covering the phone with her hand, she looked at Raghav. "Am I disturbing you?"

Raghav shook his head. "No, it's fine. You're not disturbing me," he said, his tone surprisingly gentle.

Diya nodded, her smile lingering as she returned to her call. "Okay, Swati, I'll talk to you later. Take care!" With that, she hung up and set the phone down.

For a moment, there was a comfortable silence between them, something that had been rare in their marriage so far. Diya moved to sit on the edge of the bed, not far from Raghav.

"Working on something important?" she asked, gesturing to his laptop.

Raghav nodded. "Just catching up on a few things. But nothing too urgent."

Diya seemed to hesitate for a moment, as if considering whether to say something more. Finally, she spoke. "I'm glad you're taking it easy today. We both need some rest after everything."

Raghav looked at her, noticing the subtle tiredness that still lingered in her eyes. "You're right. You've been working hard too."

There was a pause, and Diya seemed to gather her thoughts before speaking again. "I was thinking... maybe we could spend some time together today. Just... something different from the usual."

Raghav raised an eyebrow, slightly surprised by her suggestion. It wasn't like her to propose something like this, but he found himself nodding before he could think too much about it. "What do you have in mind?"

Diya smiled softly, relieved that he was open to the idea. "Nothing extravagant. Maybe just a walk in the garden or... we could even watch a movie. Something simple."

Raghav considered it for a moment, then closed his laptop, setting it aside. "Alright," he agreed. "Let's do that."

The atmosphere between them felt lighter, and as they sat there, it was as if a small bridge had formed between them—a tentative step toward something better, something closer. And for the first time in a long while, both Raghav and Diya felt like maybe, just maybe, they were finally moving in the right direction.

It was a quiet Sunday morning, and Raghav was in their room, sitting on the edge of the bed with his laptop open, engrossed in work. The usual hum of activity in the Rajvanshi mansion was replaced with a serene calm, perfect for catching up on some tasks.

As he typed away, the door to the room gently creaked open, and Diya entered, her phone pressed to her ear. She was talking to Swati, her best friend, and her tone was light and animated, a stark contrast to the serious atmosphere Raghav was creating with his work.

"Yes, Swati, I know! The engagement went so well. Everyone was so happy," Diya said, her face lit up with a smile as she relayed the details of the previous night's event. She walked over to the dresser, picking up a few things here and there, her conversation flowing naturally.

Raghav glanced up from his laptop, his attention momentarily diverted by Diya's cheerful voice. He wasn't used to hearing her like this—relaxed, happy. It was a side of her that she rarely showed around him, and for a moment, he found himself listening to her, even though the conversation wasn't meant for him.

Diya caught Raghav's gaze in the mirror as she continued to talk. She noticed his attention but didn't pause, still engrossed in her chat with Swati. "Yes, Swati, and guess what? Virat's dance was a huge hit! Everyone loved it. I was surprised myself; I didn't know he had it in him!"

Raghav smirked at that, remembering the dance performance from the night before. It was indeed a surprise, and a pleasant one at that. He shook his head slightly, amused by how easily his youngest brother could turn any event into a memorable one.

Diya continued, "And Aditi looked so happy. I'm really glad she's joining the family. Ansh is so lucky to have found someone like her."

She turned around, leaning against the dresser, and finally addressed Raghav with a soft smile while still on the phone. "Swati, hold on a second." Covering the phone with her hand, she looked at Raghav. "Am I disturbing you?"

Raghav shook his head. "No, it's fine. You're not disturbing me," he said, his tone surprisingly gentle.

Diya nodded, her smile lingering as she returned to her call. "Okay, Swati, I'll talk to you later. Take care!" With that, she hung up and set the phone down.

For a moment, there was a comfortable silence between them, something that had been rare in their marriage so far. Diya moved to sit on the edge of the bed, not far from Raghav.

"Working on something important?" she asked, gesturing to his laptop.

Raghav nodded. "Just catching up on a few things. But nothing too urgent."

Diya seemed to hesitate for a moment, as if considering whether to say something more. Finally, she spoke. "I'm glad you're taking it easy today. We both need some rest after everything."

Raghav looked at her, noticing the subtle tiredness that still lingered in her eyes. "You're right. You've been working hard too."

There was a pause, and Diya seemed to gather her thoughts before speaking again. "I was thinking... maybe we could spend some time together today. Just... something different from the usual."

Raghav raised an eyebrow, slightly surprised by her suggestion. It wasn't like her to propose something like this, but he found himself nodding before he could think too much about it. "What do you have in mind?"

Diya smiled softly, relieved that he was open to the idea. "Nothing extravagant. Maybe just a walk in the garden or... we could even watch a movie. Something simple."

Raghav considered it for a moment, then closed his laptop, setting it aside. "Alright," he agreed. "Let's do that."

The atmosphere between them felt lighter, and as they sat there, it was as if a small bridge had formed between them—a tentative step toward something better, something closer. And for the first time in a long while, both Raghav and Diya felt like maybe, just maybe, they were finally moving in the right direction.

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