The first light of dawn filtered softly through the curtains, casting a gentle glow over the bedroom. I stirred awake, and saw my favourite sight every morning. Eshana was sleeping peaceful cuddling me. Her hair was spread out like a dark halo on the pillow, her face serene and beautiful in the soft morning light. I couldn’t resist leaning over to brush a tender kiss on her forehead. She stirred slightly, murmuring something in her sleep, but didn’t wake.

Careful not to disturb her, I slipped out of bed and headed to the bathroom for doing my morning routine . The cold water jolted me fully awake, my mind already buzzing with thoughts of my own business deals and works as Eshana's  secretary . After taking a quick shower, drying off, I pulled on a pair of workout shorts, deciding to get in some exercise like everyday before she woke up.

~~~

The private gym, casting a golden glow over the sleek equipment and mirrored walls.

I began my morning routine with a series of stretches, feeling the tension ease from my muscles. Each stretch was deliberate, each breath measured. This was my time to think, to plan, and to ready myself for the day ahead. As I moved into push-ups, my mind wandered to Eshana. Her laughter, her eyes that seemed to hold a world of warmth – she had become a constant presence in my thoughts since the first time I saw her . The morning air was crisp and cool, a stark contrast to the heat building in my body as I powered through the last set of push-ups.

The treadmill was next. I set a brisk pace, the steady thud of my feet matching the beat of my heart. This routine had become a lifeline, a way to clear my mind and prepare for the demands of the day. I increased the speed, pushing myself harder. The burn in my muscles was a welcome distraction from the turmoil within. With each step, I reminded myself of my responsibilities, my goals, and the promise I had made to protect those I loved. Eshana deserved the best version of me, and I was determined to be that man.

The early sunlight streamed through the window, casting long shadows across the floor and highlighting the sheen of sweat on my skin. My muscles burned with exertion, each movement a testament to my dedication.

As I transitioned into the final set of crunches, I sensed a presence behind me. I glanced over my shoulder and saw Eshana fully dressed in her office attire, standing near the doorway, her eyes fixed on me with an appreciative gleam. Her hair was pulled back in a sleek ponytail, and her outfit was perfectly tailored, highlighting her elegance and poise. “Good morning,”

"I thought we decided to burn calories together," she said, her voice a teasing lilt. "Although I don’t mind the other, more pleasurable way. But you should have woken me up. I would have missed this view of my godly husband."

A satisfactory chuckle left my mouth. This girl. This girl could make anyone's morning better with her talk.

"Calling me a god?" I asked, raising an eyebrow as I wiped the sweat from my forehead.

"Of course. Look at that face and that sculpted body. Damn, my husband is fucking hot. Can I worship you?" she asked, her tone dripping with playful admiration. But Her eyes locked onto mine, a mischievous glint sparkling in their depths. She slowly, deliberately, let her gaze travel down my body, lingering on every defined muscle, every bead of sweat. The corner of her mouth curled into a seductive smile, and she took a step closer, her eyes never leaving mine.

With each step, her eyes communicated a silent, undeniable invitation, a promise of passion and desire. She bit her lower lip, her eyes darkening with intent, making it clear that she wanted me, right here and now. The heat in her gaze was enough to set my skin aflame, her unspoken words echoing loudly in the electrified space between us.

This woman and her unfiltered mouth. She is really going to be my death, little death note.

I got down , muscles still taut and gleaming with sweat, and walked over to her. Her eyes roamed over my body, and I could see the desire simmering in their depths. I leaned in, our faces inches apart, the heat between us almost tangible.

"You’re unbelievable, you know that?" I murmured, my breath ghosting over her lips.

She grinned up at me, mischief dancing in her eyes. " I take that as a compliment ."

I couldn’t argue anyways . "Come on, I will take a shower and get ready for the day. Then I'll make some coffee. You have a meeting with some international clients. I've checked everything, but please do a last-minute review."

We made our way to the room.

~~~

After the workout, I headed to the bathroom for a refreshing shower. The cold water hit my heated skin, washing away the sweat and soothing my tired muscles. I let the water cascade over me, I felt the cool rush of water invigorate my senses, feeling revitalized and ready to spend the rest of the day working with Eshana.

With a towel wrapped around my waist, I stepped out of the bathroom and found Eshana waiting for me. Her eyes sparkled with affection and desire, making my heart race. I quickly went inside the walking closet got dressed . I dressed swiftly, choosing a crisp white shirt and tailored trousers, the familiar attire of my daily armor. Then joined her in the kitchen to prepare cup of our favorite coffee.

We headed to the kitchen, I pulled out the coffee beans her favorite—an aromatic blend of Ethiopian and Brazilian beans, the smell of freshly brewed coffee drawing me in. The rich aroma of coffee beans filled the air as I ground them, the sound comforting in its routine. I filled the coffee maker with water and watched as the machine came to life, the dark liquid beginning to drip into the pot.

As the coffee brewed, I prepared her favorite cup, adding a touch of cream and a sprinkle of cinnamon, just the way she liked it. I wanted everything to be perfect.

As I waited, I glanced over to see Eshana checking the notes for the upcoming meeting. International clients required a different level of finesse and preparation. I'd gone over every detail last night, but a final review was always necessary. I trusted our team, but the stakes were too high for any oversight.

The coffee maker beeped, signaling that the brew was ready.I poured the steaming coffee into her cup, the rich aroma promising the perfect blend of comfort and indulgence.

Turning to her, I held out the cup with a smile. "Here you go, your favorite coffee. Just the way you like it."

Eshana took the cup from me, her fingers brushing mine. She took a sip, her eyes closing in pleasure. "You always know how to make every little things perfect , Armaan."

I watched her, my heart swelling with pride. I poured myself a cup, savoring the warmth that spread through my hands as I held the mug. The first sip was like a jolt of energy, the bitterness grounding me, sharpening my focus.

We stood there in the kitchen, enjoying our coffee in silence .

~~~

Soon we reached her office, the bustling energy a stark contrast to the serenity of the morning. The day was far from over, and there was still much to do.

Later that day, after the meeting with the international clients, Eshana and I were in the office, setting up for the appreciation event she had organized for her employees. The recent crisis had tested everyone’s limits, and she wanted to show her gratitude for their hard work and dedication.

With her PA's help , we transformed the conference room into a celebration space. Small streamers of various colors adorned the walls, and a large cake took center stage on the table. Personalized thank-you notes were carefully placed at each seat, as per Eshana's wish, although everyone fears her anger but they appreciate her thoughtfulness.

As the employees began to gather, Eshana stood at the front, her presence commanding yet warm. I watched her with a sense of pride and admiration. She had a way of appreciating everyone  for their hardwork .

“Thank you all for your dedication,” she began, her voice sincere and steady. “This small celebration is to show my gratitude for everything you’ve done. We couldn’t have made it through without your hard work and resilience.”

Her words hung in the air, met with a respectful silence. The team looked at her with admiration and respect, their appreciation evident in their eyes. I felt a surge of pride for her, knowing how much she valued and cared for her employees .

I stepped forward, my presence beside her a silent show of support. “And a special thanks to Mrs Shekhawat Roy for being such an inspiring leader,” I added, my voice carrying the pride and admiration, I felt for her. My eyes met hers briefly, and I saw a flicker of gratitude and something more in her gaze.

The team’s reaction was heartwarming, smiles breaking out and applause filling the room. The atmosphere was one of genuine appreciation and camaraderie, a testament to the positive environment Eshana had cultivated.

One of the senior employees stepped forward, holding a small bouquet of flowers. “Thank you, ma'am . Your leadership has made all the difference. We’re lucky working for you .”

Eshana accepted the flowers with a smile, her eyes shining with emotion, I know how hard it was for her to prove herself . “Thank you. It means a lot to hear that. But remember, we’re a team, and it’s because of each one of you that we’re here today.”

As the celebration continued, I stayed by her side, watching her interact with her team. Her genuine care and warmth were palpable, and it was clear that her employees held her in high regard. I couldn't help but feel a swell of admiration and love for her, not just as a leader, but as the woman, my woman who had captured my heart.

When the event wound down, and the last of the employees had left, I turned to Eshana. “You did great. They really appreciate you and considers you as their inspiration .”

She smiled, a touch of weariness in her eyes. “I couldn’t have done it without your help, Armaan. Thank you for being here.”

I looked at her, my voice steady and sincere. “Always,” I replied, my eyes holding hers, the word carrying a promise I hoped she understood.

~~~

Author's pov,

Later in the evening, Armaan was working in his cabin, the soft glow of his desk lamp illuminating the room as he reviewed documents and finalized plans. The events of the day had been gratifying, but his mind remained focused on the tasks at hand. The quiet hum of the city outside provided a familiar backdrop to his thoughts.

Suddenly, the phone rang, its sharp sound cutting through the silence. He glanced at the caller ID and saw it was Ishaan's doctor. His heart skipped a beat in fear as he quickly answered.

“Mr. Raghuvanshi?” the doctor’s calm voice came through.

“Yes, this is Armaan,” he replied, his voice steady despite the anticipation building within him.

“Ishaan’s latest tests are encouraging,” the doctor began. “He’s showing signs of improvement. He can wake up from the coma anytime.”

For a moment, Armaan could hardly process the words. Relief and hope surged through him, emotions he had kept tightly in check for so long. “Thank you, Doctor. This news means everything to us,” he said, his voice thick with emotion.

The doctor continued, his tone reassuring. “We’ll continue to monitor his progress closely, but I’m optimistic. This is a positive development.”

“Thank you,” Armaan repeated, a sense of gratitude overwhelming him. “We’ve been waiting for this for a long time. Please keep me updated on any changes.”

“Of course, Mr. Raghuvanshi. I’ll call you with any improvement ,” the doctor assured before ending the call.

Armaan sat back in his chair, the weight of the day’s work momentarily forgotten. He closed his eyes, allowing the relief to wash over him fully. Ishaan’s recovery had been a long and uncertain journey, and this news was a beacon of hope.

He opened his eyes and opened his phone gallery to see his college days photos and – a picture of him, Aadavan and Ishaan during happier times. The smile on Ishaan's face was a reminder of the vibrant spirit he was fighting to regain. Armaan felt a renewed sense of determination.

He stood and walked to the window, gazing out at the city lights. In the quiet of his cabin , he allowed himself a rare moment of vulnerability, a silent prayer of thanks for the progress Ishaan was making. The challenges ahead were still numerous, but this glimmer of hope was a reminder of why he fought so hard, day after day.

Turning back to his desk, Armaan felt a surge of resolve. He had to keep pushing forward, not just for himself, but for Eshana and everyone who depended on him. Tonight, for the first time in a long while, he felt a sense of peace knowing that better days were on the horizon.

His love for Eshana had grown deeper, more intense. Yet, along with the love came a guilt that gnawed at him. His past actions, the mistakes he had made, weighed heavily on his conscience. He wanted to be worthy of Eshana, to offer her the love and security she deserved.

“Why is it so hard?” he whispered to himself, his voice barely audible in the stillness of the room. “ How I am going face her after the truth comes out ?”

The struggle within him was a battle of emotions—love, guilt, hope, and fear. But amidst the turmoil, one thing was clear: Eshana had become the center of his world, and he would do anything to protect and cherish her.

~~~

It was almost midnight, and while Eshana slept peacefully in their room upstairs, Armaan was in home office downstairs. The quiet of the night was his ally as he worked tirelessly, planning a special surprise for her birthday. This year, he wanted her to have the best celebration, a proper one, after so many years of neglecting her own happiness.

Armaan’s resolve to make Eshana’s birthday unforgettable had taken shape over the past month. He meticulously planned every detail, to ensure the day would be perfect. He wanted to see her smile, to give her a day where she could forget all worries and just be happy.

Lost in thought, Armaan was interrupted by the ringing of his phone. He glanced at the screen – it was his father, Abhimanyu Singh Raghuvanshi . Answering the call, he leaned back in his chair, prepared for the usual business talk.

“Armaan, I got an email about some papers you’ve been making some changes with the property papers,” Abhimanyu said, his tone curious but not accusatory.

Armaan smiled, thinking about his decision . “Yes, I’ve been changing a few things.”

Abhimanyu’s voice softened with approval. “I trust you, son. I just got the message and wanted to confirm. You’ve always made wise decisions.”

Armaan felt a rush of warmth at his father’s trust. He decided it was time to reveal his true intentions. “Dad , actually, I am transferring 60% of my property shares into Eshana’s name.”

There was a brief silence on the other end of the line, then Abhimanyu spoke, his voice filled with pride and happiness. “That’s a wonderful decision, Armaan. Eshana deserves it. She is your wife, your queen. What's yours is hers, and I am proud I have given you the perfect teaching. Your actions show how much you care, trust, and love her. I’m proud of you, son.”

Hearing his father’s approval meant the world to Armaan.

“Thank you, Dad. I won’t tell her anything about this, but she will have a right to everything I own, more than I do myself. She means the world to me, and I want her to be secure and valued in every possible way even if she is not aware of it . This is just a small part from my side, but I don't want to show her how much she means to me by just any monetary things .”

Abhimanyu’s response was filled with warmth. “You’re doing the right thing. Eshana is lucky to have you, and I’m proud of the man you’ve become.”

As he ended the call, Armaan felt a profound sense of contentment wash over him. His father’s approval and pride were a testament to the decisions he had made, and the future he was building with Eshana. He looked at the plans laid out on his desk, determination and love driving him to make sure her birthday was everything she had ever never dreamed of.

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( The next two chapters will be her birthday chapters... I have planned something really special 😍❤️ hope you will like it.)

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