VANYA'S POV

Days are passing like a beautiful dream.  I feel incredibly blessed to have found such a wonderful new family. They all love and care for me dearly, especially Dadi Sa and Devar Sa. They’ve become my closest confidants, my best friends.

As for Rudransh, I’m still trying to figure out my feelings for him. I can’t deny that I feel a spark when he’s near me. The way he cares for me, the way he ensures I’m always comfortable—it makes my heart flutter. It feels as though all the love I’ve selflessly given to others is being returned to me tenfold.

He’s sweet, yes, but don’t be fooled by his charm. When it comes to work, he’s a completely different person. His voice becomes commanding, his aura intimidating, and his ability to make people do exactly what he wants is unmatched.

But what melts my heart the most is his patience. He’s never crossed a line or tried to force anything. Instead, he keeps trying to win me over, little by little, and I can’t help but admire his effort.

Like just the last week, he had to out of bagru for some important work for two days but later that day he sent not one, but three beautifully wrapped boxes with a maid . My curiosity got the better of me, and when I opened them...

The first box revealed a silk scarf, soft as a whisper, in a shade of blue that matched the sky at dusk. It was embroidered with delicate floral patterns, and the corners bore my initials.

The second box contained an elegant leather-bound journal, its cover embossed with the words "Her Story, Her Rules." Inside, the first page had a note written in his familiar bold handwriting:

"Rani Sa, this journal is for your thoughts, but don’t forget—every word you write belongs to me, just like you do. I crave to uncover every hidden corner of your mind, every secret you dare to pen down. You are mine biwi—your heart, your soul, your every fleeting thought. Don’t try to keep anything from me, or I’ll find a way to claim it anyway."

The third box, however, stole my breath—a delicate gold bracelet engraved with my name on one side and his initials on the other. Beside it was another note:

"This isn’t just a bracelet, Vanya. It’s a promise. Wherever you go, a part of me will always be with you."

Each gift felt like a piece of his heart, and I couldn’t help but feel cherished in ways I had never imagined.

I know he is the best man I could have, but the shadows of that one month of loneliness and rejection still linger. They’ve left a part of me unsure, questioning what I truly feel and want. I wish I could untangle my emotions and find clarity.

My thoughts were interrupted when Pihu, with her tiny hands, lightly pinched my cheeks.

I looked at her and couldn’t help but smile. She’s such an adorable little soul. In just a week, she’s managed to carve a special place in my heart. Whenever her mother, Radha, works in the haveli kitchen, Pihu spends her entire day with me, filling my lonely hours with her innocent chatter.

I softly said to her, “I’m sorry, Pihu, I got lost in my thoughts.”

She didn’t say much—at just two years old, her words are mostly babbles—but she managed to signal with her little hands for me to look only at her.

That made me smile even more. Her tiny pout and determination melted my heart as she grabbed a crayon and started drawing again, her small hands creating lines and squiggles on the paper.

Dadi Sa came and sat beside me, her warm smile comforting as always. She asked gently, “How’s everything going between you two?”

I smiled, looking at Pihu, and said, “Everything’s perfect, Dadi Sa. I’ve never bonded with anyone so quickly. She’s the cutest!”

Dadi Sa shook her head with a playful sigh. “Oh, Vanya, I’m asking about your husband, not this little girl.”

Flustered, I quickly said, “Oh, sorry, Dadi Sa. I thought you meant Pihu.”

She gave me a teasing look and said, “If you keep spending all your time with Pihu, when will you think about giving me a great-grandchild?”

Her words made my face turn bright red. I hadn’t even thought about something like that before.

She noticed my reaction and leaned closer. “Tell me honestly, everything is fine between you two, right?”

I hesitated before replying, “I… I don’t know, Dadi Sa. We’ve never talked about it.”

I couldn’t bring myself to tell her the whole truth.

She smiled knowingly and said, “You’re married now, Vanya. You both need to understand each other—even without words, just by looking into each other’s eyes.”

I gave her a confused look and asked, “Is that even possible, Dadi Sa?”

She cut me off with a gentle laugh and said, “Real love makes it possible, my child.”

Her eyes filled with tears, and I could see how deeply she believed her words.

Wanting to lighten the mood, I teased, “Aww, Dadi Sa, are you missing Dada Sa?”

She smiled softly, her eyes reflecting both joy and a hint of sadness. “Every second, I miss him,” she said.

I could feel the weight of her emotions, the love and longing hidden in her words. “How did you two meet, Dadi Sa?” I asked, curious. “Tell me your story!”

Her smile brightened as she began, “We had a love marriage—the first love marriage in the entire village.”

My eyes widened with amazement. “Oh my God, Dadi Sa! You and Dada Sa were the Romeo and Juliet of Bagru!”

She chuckled and nodded. “Yes, he had come here to hire textile workers, and that’s when I met him. I was 20 years old, and the moment I saw him, I knew he was the one. Every time he visited the village, we found ways to meet. That went on for a year.”

I leaned forward, eagerly asking, “Then what happened next?”

She continued with pride, “During that year, your grandfather, Suryansh Ji, worked tirelessly to build his startup, Tanwar Textiles. It started to succeed, all because of his dedication. We decided it was time for him to ask my brother, Bhargo bhaisa, for my hand in marriage. I didn’t have parents, so my brother was my guardian.”

I smiled, picturing the story in my mind. “Then what happened next "?

Her smile dimmed as she said, “The entire village was against our marriage. Back then, love marriages were seen as a sin, and Suryansh Ji being an outsider made it worse. My brother refused to agree and arranged my marriage to someone else. I was heartbroken.”

I could feel her pain. Not being with the one you love is the worst feeling.

She continued, her eyes misty. “But Suryansh Ji didn’t give up. The night before my wedding, he came for me. We ran away and got married at a small temple outside the village.”

I smiled, excited. “Wow, Dadi Sa! That’s so amazing. I knew it would end happily!”

But her smile didn’t return. “Not everything is as perfect as a fairytale, my child,” she said with a deep sigh.

Then a maid entered and said, "Baisa, the head cook wants to tell you something."

I made a face. Sometimes I really hated these responsibilities. I sighed and said, "Ask him to wait."

She nodded and left.

Turning back to dadi sa, I said, "I want to know, dadi sa. Please tell me what happened next."

She chuckled and replied, "You’re still a kid. Go check what’s wrong with the cook. I promise I will tell you."

I pouted, "Promise?"

She smiled and said, "Promise."

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