Today's target is 600 votes and 100 comments from different people (no spamming). If the target is met, I will upload the chapter after that.

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INAYAT'S POV:

"Inayat?" Unnati Aunty called from the dining table.

"Coming..." I replied, balancing the tray in my hands as I made my way toward the dining area.

"Good morning!" I greeted everyone cheerfully as I placed the tray on the table. The room filled with a warm chorus of responses, the smiles and greetings bringing an unexpected joy to my heart.

I began serving breakfast alongside Aunty, the lively chatter and laughter of the kids floating through the air, creating a sense of belonging I hadn't realized I needed.

After serving Aunty, I took my seat beside Shivansh. Just as I settled in, Aunty cleared her throat, immediately drawing everyone's attention.

"Alright, everyone, listen up! I have something important to share," she began, her tone playful yet serious.

The table fell silent, curious faces turning to her. Aunty's eyes sparkled as she announced, "Diwali is just around the corner—only four days away!" A ripple of excitement spread across the room, anticipation lighting up everyone's faces.

Aunty continued, her voice softer now, "This year, after so many years, and everything we've been through, we're finally together." She paused, her gaze sweeping over the table.

"It feels like we're getting back the happiness and togetherness we lost. And the most special part," she said, turning to me with a warm smile, "is that this will be Inayat's first Diwali with us."

A burst of cheers erupted from the kids, their claps and whoops ringing in my ears. My cheeks flushed, a mix of joy and shyness rushing to my face.

Aunty's gaze was full of warmth, and I felt a lump form in my throat. For a moment, I just stared back at her, overwhelmed by the kindness in her eyes.

With a playful glance toward the men, Aunty added, "This year, we'll celebrate in a big way. We'll properly welcome Inayat as part of the family. After all, she's our ghar ki Laxmi—the one who's brought back so much happiness to us all."

Her words caught me off guard. A lump formed in my throat, and I blinked quickly, a tear threatening to spill from my eye. I'd always dreamed of being part of a family, but this? This was more than I ever imagined. A real family, my family.

Aunty turned to the men with a mischievous smile. "And I need all the men to pitch in with the preparations. Inayat and I can't handle it all by ourselves, so for the next week, I want you all to take a break from your busy schedules to help with shopping, decorating, and everything else!"

Uncle, Shivansh, and Advay bhai exchanged amused glances, nodding without hesitation.

"We're at your service, madam," Uncle said with a grin, raising his glass of juice as if making a toast. Shivansh and Advay bhai chuckled in response, clearly enjoying the challenge.

Their enthusiasm was contagious. A smile spread across my face, and I felt an unexpected warmth fill my chest. Today felt different—special in a way I hadn't felt in years, like I was finally finding my place in this family.

As breakfast came to a close, we all agreed to dive into the Diwali preparations the next day. Shopping, decorating, and all the little details that would make this celebration unforgettable.

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DHANTERAS

I was rushing through the hall, balancing an armful of Diwali decorations, when suddenly, a hand grabbed me and pulled me into a room, pinning me against the wall—Shivansh.

"What are you doing, Ansh? Let me go, I need to help with the lighting," I protested, wiggling in his arms, though his grip on my waist was firm.

"Shhh," he whispered, leaning into the crook of my neck.

"You've been so busy since yesterday that you slept before me and you didn't even give me a good morning kiss today. You woke up and jumped straight into work—it's not fair, Ina," he murmured against my neck, complaining like a child.

My heart softened, he is so adorable, my baby Ansh didn't get my attention from yesterday, and he is sulking about it, aww!  I stopped protesting and let him hold me, my hands drifting up to his hair as I gently caressed him.

"Ansh, you know it's Diwali, and there's so much to do. Aunty can't handle everything alone, right?"

He pulled back slightly, his lips finding mine in a quick, soft kiss. "But I need your attention too," he murmured, his tone almost pouty.

The sight of him acting this way made me smile. God! he is too cute, I mean can you believe, this is the Shivansh Kapoor, a grown 27 years old?

"What's that smile for? Just forget it—close your eyes," he said, raising an eyebrow. When I hesitated, he rolled his eyes playfully, covering my eyes with his hands.

"Ansh, what are you up to?" I asked as he carefully led me over to sit on the bed.

"I have so much work—" I began, only to be hushed again. He removed his hands not before warning me to not open my eyes.

After some moment he came back, and I felt him before me "Now, open your eyes," he whispered, his voice laced with excitement.

Slowly, I opened them and gasped. Laid out before me was the most beautiful set of jewellery I'd ever seen—a diamond necklace, sparkling earrings, delicate bangles, and anklets that shimmered even in the soft light.

My heart fluttered as I looked up at him, overwhelmed. "Ansh?" came out as a gasp.

"Happy Dhanteras," he said, brushing his lips gently against mine. "Don't you like it?" he asked, a hint of vulnerability softening his eyes.

"Like it?? I love it, but... what's the need for all this?" I whispered, still in awe, my fingers tracing over the intricate designs.

Taking my hand in his, his gaze held mine, full of warmth and affection. "It's a present for my Laxmi," he murmured.

"It's our first Diwali together, and I wanted to give you something special—a small token of love for our new beginning."

Emotion swelled in my chest, filling me to the brim. Wrapping my arms around him, I pressed close, feeling the steady beat of his heart against mine.

"Thank you, thank you so much," I whispered, my voice thick with emotion, a lump forming in my throat.

"This is more than I ever dreamed of," I added softly.

Pulling back just enough to cup my face, his thumb gently brushed over my cheek. "You deserve even more, baby," he murmured, his words like a vow.

In that moment, with the warmth of his touch and the glow of Diwali preparations surrounding us, I felt like the luckiest person in the world.

He pulled back slightly, holding the box of jewellery in his hands as he lifted out the anklets. My heart raced as he knelt down, reaching for my feet, He lifted my foot and placed it on his thigh, his hands warm and reverent.

"May I?" he asked, his voice low, sending a shiver up my spine.

The way he looked at me, his eyes filled with tenderness, made it impossible to say no. I nodded, my cheeks warming. Slowly, with a delicate touch that took my breath away, he slipped the anklets around my ankles, his fingers grazing my skin.

When he was done, he paused, admiring the anklets on my feet. His gaze lifted, lingering on me with an intensity that made my heart flutter wildly. "They look so beautiful on you," he murmured, his voice thick with emotion.

In that moment, it felt like he had given me more than just a gift. He had wrapped me in a feeling, something beyond words, a love that made my heart feel so incredibly full.

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After all the decorations were in place and the house was aglow with lights, we gathered for a small pooja. The air was filled with warmth and love, and as we all sat together, I looked around, feeling deeply grateful to be a part of this family.

Once the pooja ended, everyone was chatting and laughing, but I had a surprise of my own planned. Nervously, I cleared my throat, gaining their attention. "Since this is my first Diwali with all of you, so... I got something special for each of you."

"Beta, you didn't have to do so much," Aunty said.

"Aunty, please, I wanted to make it memorable for all of us." I smiled, and she didn't protest further. Their curious smiles encouraged me, and I began handing out the gifts one by one.

I first presented Aunty with a ruby jewellery set. She gasped, her eyes glistening with happy tears as she held the necklace delicately. "Inayat, this is beautiful," she whispered, pulling me in for a tight hug. "Thank you so much, beta."

Uncle's gift was next—a classic gold watch. He chuckled, admiring it even before trying it on. "Now I'll never be late," he joked, kissing my forehead warmly.

For Advik and Advit, I had platinum bar chains engraved with their names. Their eyes lit up as they examined the sleek chains, and they gave me a quick, grateful hug.

Then, I handed Ahana and Aryan Bhai a matching heart necklace—one half in gold and the other in platinum. Each piece held half a heart, making it a symbol of their special bond. Aryan Bhai's eyes softened as he looked at Ahana and then back at me. "Thank you, Inayat. This is... perfect."

Next was Advay Bhai's turn. I'd chosen a platinum pen for him—a gift for his new beginning, something he could carry with pride. He grinned, holding it up like a prized possession. "You really thought of everything," he said with a warm smile.

For Rhea, I selected a delicate gold necklace that seemed to suit her perfectly. She hugged me tightly, her eyes filled with gratitude.

Finally, I turned to Shivansh, who was watching all of this with a soft, affectionate gaze. I handed him the box, and as he opened it, he found a bracelet with "Shivayat" engraved on it—a blend of our names. His fingers traced over the letters as he looked up at me, his gaze intense.

"Thank you, Ina," he murmured, his voice thick with emotion. "This means everything to me."

In that moment, surrounded by everyone's joy and the warmth of family, I knew I'd found my place here. This Diwali was more than just lights and festivities—it was a celebration of love, togetherness, and new beginnings.

Lastly, Aunty and Uncle came forward, both of them holding a small, delicately wrapped box. They handed it to me with warm smiles, their eyes gleaming with affection.

My heart fluttered as I carefully opened the box. Inside, nestled in soft velvet, was a beautiful gold statue of Mahadev and Parvati Ji—together, in a pose so serene, so divine, it took my breath away. The intricate details of the statues, their faces radiating peace and love, filled me with awe.

Aunty gently placed her hand on mine, her voice soft but filled with deep meaning. "From us, to both of you," she said, her eyes tender.

"For your new beginning. We wish you both will cherish this gift and love each other's hearts as deeply as Mahadev and Parvati Ji. May your bond always be blessed, and may you grow together in love and harmony."

Uncle nodded in agreement, his eyes proud and sincere. "This is our wish for you, Inayat and Shivansh," he said. "To build a love that endures, one that is as pure and unwavering as theirs."

Tears welled up in my eyes as I looked at the statue, feeling the weight of their words and the love they poured into this gesture.

This wasn't just a gift; it was a blessing, a reminder of the sacred bond that Shivansh and I were beginning to forge together. I felt an overwhelming sense of gratitude and joy.

"Thank you," I whispered, my voice thick with emotion. "This is the most beautiful gift I could have ever received. I will cherish it and both of you, forever."

Shivansh stood beside me, his arm around my waist, and together we looked at the statue, knowing that this was more than just a token of love—it was a symbol of a new chapter, a new beginning, and a love that would be cherished for years to come.

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AUTHOR'S POV

DIWALI

I slowly opened my eyes, adjusting to the warm glow spilling through the window. My eyes went to the clock. It read 7 a.m. Oh! Today is Diwali. I had so much to do. My eyes went to Shivansh, sleeping like a baby. He looks so innocent—only while sleeping! I gave a quick kiss on his cheek.

As I stretched, starting to sit up, his strong arms suddenly wrapped around my waist, pulling me back into bed. Before I could protest, he leaned close, his face hovering just above mine, and pressed a soft, lingering kiss to my lips. 

"Good morning, sunshine," he murmured, his sleepy voice giving me butterflies in my stomach. I managed a shaky, "G-good morning, Ansh."

He smiled; his smile is worth luring over. He leaned in again, his lips brushing my cheek before he nuzzled into my neck, his breath warm and tantalizing against my skin. "Where were you going, Ina, this early?" 

His raspy, morning voice was so hot, I felt my wetness pooling down there. I shivered as his breath traced my collarbone, biting my lower lip to hold back an embarrassing sound, my pulse quickening.

"Hmm?" he asked again when I didn't answer.

"I-I have work, Ansh; there's so much left to do today," I whispered, trying to remember the busy morning I'd planned. But he stayed silent, tugging me closer, his body pressing against mine as he buried his face further into my neck.

My protests faded under his gentle grip, and I tried to wiggle free, but he held me firm, leaving me trapped in the embrace of his warmth. "Ansh, please... I need to go," I pleaded softly, but he only lifted his head to shake it in a playful no, a smirk crossing his lips. My heart melted. My baby.

He dropped his head onto my chest, right over my camisole. The thin fabric felt like nothing between us, and I could feel his face nuzzling closer, pressing against me, making my breast bounce and spill out a bit. His breath danced over the exposed skin, and I shuddered.

"My personal pillow," he murmured, his voice a low, husky drawl that sent tingles down my spine. I giggled, feeling his head pressing deeper into my chest, and as his weight settled on me, my heart raced, a delicious tension building. His hand ran in gentle but possessive circles down my sides, tracing the curve of my waist.

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SHIVANSH'S POV:

There was nothing I loved more than laying on her, feeling the softness and warmth of her chest against my face. I never needed another pillow again. Her skin was softer than any cotton. I just lay there on her chest in silence.

Everything around us faded away; I could hear her heartbeat, feel the rise and fall of her chest as she breathed, and I felt... home. She ran her fingers through my hair, soothing me, her gentle strokes rousing a desire that couldn't be controlled.

And suddenly a mischievous idea popped into my mind. I looked up—her eyes were closed.

I started trailing my fingers lower, slowly sliding them inside. Her eyes jolted open, and she jerked slightly under my touch, a gasp leaving her mouth. She looked down at me, my eyes already on her, searching for signs of desire.

"A-Ansh?" she whispered, her voice trembling. I cupped her vagina, and her eyes went wide as she held my hand, trying to stop me, shaking her head, "Ansh, not now...please."

"Shh, let me take care of your throbbing pussy baby," I murmured against her tender skin.

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INAYAT'S POV:

I turned red for sure after his dirty reply.

He didn't stop. As if you want him to stop, Inayat? my mind mocked.

My head pressed down on the mattress, and my body arched toward him as he started tracing my folds with his middle and index fingers, and a whimper escaped my mouth.

"Uhhm, Ansh." He teased my hardened nipples, brushing his lips over them and grazing his teeth. I shuddered beneath him. And then He pecked my nipple and started circling his fingers on my clit, making me bite my lips and roll my head back.

He slid down the straps of my camisole with his teeth and pulled it down, revealing my breasts to him, all naked. I shivered when his cold hands touched my breast, and he started massaging one of them with his huge palm.

"Mmhm..." I let out a breath as he got rough while kneading my breast.

"How is it now, baby?" he asked, increasing his pace, down there.

I couldn't answer, as I was lost in soft pleasure. "Aanhhh!..." A loud moan escaped my lips when he slapped my right breast. I felt tears forming in my eyes; but it was so pleasurable.

"Answer, Ina? Aren't you liking it?" he asked and increased his pace, and my head fell back. He slapped my other breast and slightly pinched it between his thumb and index finger. OH GOD! It felt so good.

"Aannhh...Ansh, it f-feels so...so good, please don't...aaahhh, yes yes, please don't s-stop..." I panted and squirmed, but he did the exact opposite and stopped. I let out an annoyed whimper, "Ansh??" I shouted at him.

A sly smirk formed on his lips as I glared at him. He moved down on me, reaching between my legs and parting them. His hand found the waistband of my pants. 

"Lift your hips, baby," he commanded. I did as he said, and in one swift motion, he removed them along with my panties, tossing them across the room.

"Fuck, you are so wet, baby." He licked his lips and cursed under his breath, making me blush hard.

"Now, eyes on me, Love." My eyes went wide, when I realised, Oh my fucking GOD!!! WHAT DID HE JUST CALL ME?? NO FUCKING WAY, I HEARD IT LOVE???

"Ohhh..." A strange whimper left my mouth when I felt him kissing my core. He placed two or three kisses, then gave it a long lick, making my head fall back onto the bed.

"Aaahhhhh!" I let out a scream when He slapped me on my vagina. "I said, eyes on me." His voice was commanding, dark, making it impossible to control myself.

He reached back down, and my eyes widened when I felt his lips on my core. I jerked, but he held my thighs, keeping me still.

"Ohh my god!" I moaned as he sucked me.

"Oh myh...Anshh, Oh Godd!" He sucked more roughly.

He spread me open with his fingers, gaining more access, and I felt his tongue on my clit, making me moan even louder. I jumped when he suddenly inserted two fingers inside, and started moving it, in and out, while licking, sucking, and nibbling me. 

"Aaahhhh! Anshh, I-I am...ohh yes, yes right there, please...please fast..." I couldn't complete the sentence as he hit the perfect g-spot, and a knot started forming again down my abdomen.

He increased the pace of fingers, and his other hand reaching my breast. "Ohh...fuck Ansh!!" I let out a scream as he bit my clit and pinched my nipple harder. My eyes rolled back, my mouth parting.

"Yes, baby. Very soon we will, but for now, come for me, Ina..." he whispered, sucking my clit hard. So hard.

"Aaanhhhhh!" And with that last cry of pleasure, I came out.

I closed my eyes, thinking he would stop, but he didn't. He started cleaning me up, licking everything up.

I caressed his hair as he worked, and suddenly, we heard a knock. I jerked up onto my elbows, but he was too absorbed in what he was doing to notice.

"Inu beta?" Aunty called, knocking again. My face filled with horror, but he didn't even lift his head.

"Y-yes, Aunty," I replied.

"I came to wake you up, beta. Get ready; breakfast is ready. Hurry up and wake Shivansh too," she said and left.

I let out a sigh, my head falling back. When he finished, he came up and kissed me softly on the lips, then on the cheek, leaning close to whisper in my ear, "What a great start to such a beautiful morning." 

Blushing, I slapped his chest lightly, and he lay beside me, taking me into his arms as we cuddled for a while.

He then got up and told me to wait, heading to the bathroom. After a moment, he returned, lifted me into his arms, and carried me to the bathtub.

He placed me inside. The water was warm and perfect, helping me relax. After placing me there, he stepped into the shower. Although the glass was blurred, I could see his muscular body. 

He looked so hot! The way he brushed his hands through his hair, with water flowing down his elbows, made me feel aroused all over again.

You are being a pervert Inayat. my mind again mocked, but what can I do?? He is so hot. I reasoned.

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AUTHOR'S POV:

"Inu?" Rhea called out, her fingers tracing colors of the rangoli.

"Hmm?" Inayat hummed, shifting her focus from the involved design she was working on.

"You know, Mom and Dad used to make rangoli together," Rhea said softly, her voice carrying a heaviness that made Inayat turn toward her. She knew how sensitive this topic was.

"It feels so... homely," Rhea continued, a hurt smile on her lips, her gaze fixed on the rangoli.

"Celebrating Diwali with the Kapoors—it's like I'm part of a family. Even though I'm not really their blood, they treat me as if I am.

It reminds me of how I used to feel with Mom and Dad. It's been ages since I felt this festive warmth, this togetherness. There's always been a void, you know? Not having a real family... I've always longed for this feeling."

Her voice trailed off as her eyes grew distant, lost in her pain. Inayat, understanding her emotions better than anyone, reached out and held her hand firmly, silently assuring her that she was not alone.

"I mean, I had Dad, but it was never enough. There was always that void and I'll forever hold that grudge that they ruined everything, so beautful.

I never understood why they even fell in love, why they got married, only to leave each other in the end. Why make a commitment when all they did was hurt each other? And why was I the one who had to suffer for their mistakes?"

A single tear escaped from Rhea's eyes as her voice cracked. She finally broke down, and without a second thought, Inayat pulled her into a comforting hug, wrapping her arms tightly around her.

Everyone saw Rhea as the strongest, most independent woman—grumpy, nonchalant, and unshakable. But only Inayat knew the truth. Only she had seen the vulnerable side Rhea tried so hard to hide, the pain and loneliness she carried behind her tough exterior.

Before Inayat could say anything more, Rhea suddenly stiffened in her embrace and pulled back. Her eyes darted toward the door, where Advay and Shivansh stood, their expressions unreadable. They must have just walked in, but their silence made it clear—they had overheard everything.

Rhea quickly masked her emotions, wiping her tear-streaked face. Advay's gaze lingered on her for a moment, their eyes meeting in an unspoken exchange of emotions. Then, as if on nod, she mumbled, "Excuse me," and walked away before anyone could stop her.

Advay hesitated for a brief second, his eyes following her, and then he, too, turned and left without a word.

Shivansh glanced at Inayat, his eyes filled with curiosity. "Is everything okay?" he asked, though he already knew the answer.

"Yeah, it's just... Rhea remembered how her parents used to make rangoli together and got a bit emotional," Inayat replied, trying to brush off the heaviness. Not wanting to settle on it, she quickly flipped the mood.

"I really wish, Ansh, you knew how to make rangoli. We could've made it together," she teased, her lips curving into a dramatic pout.

"Ina? That hurts..." Shivansh whined, sounding like a kid whose candy had been taken away. When it came to Inayat, he could drop every guard, becoming sensitive, vulnerable, and, frankly, an adorable mess.

"Aww, my cute little munchkin," Inayat giggled, leaning closer. "Don't be sad. I was just kidding!"

Before he could react, she playfully swiped the colour from her hand onto his nose and pinched it teasingly before running off with a laugh. Teasing him was her favourite pastime and his irritation made it even more fun.

"Oyeee!" he shouted, his hand flying to his nose, but she was already gone. He shook his head, turning back to the rangoli. Narrowing his eyes, he stared at the design as if it were his next big challenge.

"You're just a rangoli. When I can manage a billion-dollar company, what are you? Nothing is impossible for Shivansh Kapoor. And if it's about impressing my Ina, I could even... wear a saree and dance."

He paused, making a face. "Okay, wait yeh zyada ho gaya, maybe not that. . . But I will learn to make rangoli because my Ina wants it!" he declared with all the confidence in the world.

A second later, he realised, "But wait... why the hell am I talking to a rangoli? What the fuck is wrong with me?" Shaking his head, he walked off, leaving the rangoli untouched.

Someone really needs to tell Shivansh that he's officially cooked, in today's slang.

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ADVAY'S POV

It's been three days since Rhea has been here at Ashiyana for Diwali preparations. She's been helping Badi Maa and Inu, and we haven't even exchanged a word. Sometimes I steal glances at her, sometimes she does, but we don't talk.

And today, I heard everything.

When she was talking to Inu about everything she's been through, this was only the second time I'd ever seen tears in her eyes. Rhea never lets anyone see her vulnerable side. She doesn't break down so easily.

The first time she cried was when I confronted her after Inu's return from the hospital and our fight. The second time was today—when she talked about her parents.

I already knew about her parents. I knew they got separated when she was just 12 and that her custody went to her father because her mother chose her own dreams over her. I knew her father loved her. But what I didn't know, what she never told me, was how shattered she felt because of it.

After handing the bags to Badi Maa, I rushed to the guest room—to her. knowing despite everything going between us, she needs me.

When I opened the door, she wasn't there, but I could hear the water running from the washroom. My chest tightened as I closed the door behind me and approached the washroom.

I knocked once. No response.

I knocked twice. Again no response.

I knocked again, louder this time. "Rhea?" I called, my voice laced with unease.

Still nothing. Fuck!

My heart began to pound in my chest, a sinking feeling taking over. "Rhea, please open the door. It's me, Advay...Baby, please..." I pleaded, my voice shaking.

Still no answer.

A sudden wave of panic washed over me. Without wasting another second, I twisted the doorknob and pushed the door open. What I saw made my heart drop.

There she was, sitting under the running shower, curled up on the floor. Her legs were pulled up to her chest, her arms wrapped tightly around them, and her face buried against her knees. She was sobbing softly, her whole body trembling. I rushed to her, kneeling down in front of her.

The sight of her like this—so vulnerable, so broken—shattered me.

Without thinking, I pulled her into my arms. For a moment, she didn't move, but then her hands clutched at my shirt, and she held onto me tightly. Her sobs grew louder, more raw, tearing through the quiet.

"Shh... baby, it's okay. I'm here now," I whispered, my voice cracking. "Calm down... bass, bass...." She was trembling so much. It hurts—seeing her like this hurt so much I could barely breathe.

I wasn't sure what to do. My hands moved awkwardly at first, patting her back, and then stroking her damp hair. I rocked her gently, hoping it would help, though I had no idea if it would. her trembling seemed to grow worse.

"It's okay... shh... take deep breaths," I murmured, pressing a kiss to the top of her head. I tried brushing her wet hair away from her face, though the water dripping from it made it stick to her skin, she looked at me with those red, puffy eyes,

"Isiliye Advay isiliye...I am scared of commitments...I am scared of relationships, I am scared of promises, I am scared of efforts, I am scared of love."

She tried to speak between her sobs, "we fight, we fight a lot, and I am scared that one day everything will end, and I will end up being just like my parents, I don't want it Advay, I don't want to end up like them..." and she cried even more.

"no no baby, we'll never, I accept we fight a lot but that doesn't mean we'll end everything up, I can never live without you, I promise you, I'll change myself, I'll be the way you want me to, we'll sort things out but we'll never end up like your parents, I promise you.

Please...please don't cry like this, it's hurting so much Rhea. I assure you, I'd die before even think about leaving you." She cried but soon it started subsiding.

We stayed like that for minutes, her sobs eventually softening into quiet hiccups. Her head rested against my chest, and she clung to my bicep. We were both drenched.

I reached up to turn off the tap and then picked her up in my arms. She didn't resist, her face still buried against my chest. I carried her to the sink counter and sat her down.

She was shivering fiercely now, and I quickly grabbed a towel, wrapping it around her, and I gently dried her hair with hairdryer, while she sat there, silent and lost, staring at the floor. Her soft hiccups broke the silence, and my hands shook as I worked.

Once her hair was dry, I ran outside, opened her cupboard and grabbed the first thing I saw—a frock and I gently handed it to her.

"Change into this, hmm? I'll be right back," I said softly, pressing a kiss to her forehead before stepping out.

Thankfully, her room was right next to mine, so sneaking from her room to mine wasn't a big task. I quickly changed my clothes, rushed to the kitchen to make her favourite chocolate milk, and returned to her room.

When I entered, she was asleep, her fragile frame curled up on the bed. Her cheeks were streaked with dried tears, and her breathing was soft and uneven. I closed the door gently behind me, careful not to wake her, and walked over to her.

Setting the mug of chocolate milk on the table, I sat beside her, leaning back against the headrest. The sight of her like this, vulnerable, worn out, sent a pang of guilt through my chest.

Strands of hair clung to her face, and I reached out, brushing them back delicately, my fingers lingering for a moment longer than necessary. Her hands were resting on her lap, small and cold. I took one of them in mine, trying to warm it as an ache settled in my chest.

"I'm sorry," I whispered, my voice barely audible in the quiet room. "I'm so sorry, Rhea. I shouldn't have left you like that... that night. I should've communicated better. I should've been there for you."

My throat tightened, but I forced the words out. "I'm really sorry."

Leaning forward, I pressed a soft kiss to her forehead, letting it linger for a moment. "You don't deserve to feel this way, not ever." As I began to stand, ready to leave her to rest.

Her hand clutched mine suddenly, holding on as if even in sleep she didn't want to let me go. I froze, looking down at her.

She shifted slightly, still holding my hand, and nestled her face into my arm, her expression softening. She looked so peaceful, as though this small connection was enough to ease whatever storm had been raging within her.

I didn't want to disturb her. I didn't want to let go. So I didn't move at all.

With my free hand, I stroked her hair gently, my thumb brushing along her temple in soothing circles. Her grip on my hand tightened ever so slightly, and she shifted closer, curling into me.

A Warmth spread through me, one that dulled the guilt and replaced it with a sense of calm, and soon I don't know when sleep consumed me.

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AUTHOR'S POV:

Inayat stood in front of the mirror, carefully adjusting the pleats of her saree. Her fingers moved delicately, smoothing the fabric as she pinned the pallu onto her shoulder. She ran her hands over the beautiful embroidery, admiring every swirl and thread that glimmered under the light.

"Ahana topped herself," she murmured with a soft smile. "The colours, the design... everything is just perfect." She twirled slightly, the fabric flowing gracefully around her. "I've never felt so elegant."

Her lips curved into a satisfied smile as she turned to examine herself from another angle. The way the saree hugged her figure was flawless, highlighting her natural grace. "Perfect," she whispered again, her cheeks glowing faintly with excitement.

Finally, after wearing the jewellery gifted by her Ansh and making sure everything was in place, she stepped out of the wardrobe.

Shivansh was standing near the window, scrolling through his phone, until the soft jingle of her anklets reached his ears. He glanced up casually, but the moment his eyes landed on her, the phone slipped from his hand onto the sofa with a soft thud.

Everything around him seemed to blur and fade. The faint sounds from outside the room, the breeze rustling the curtains—all of it disappeared. For him, there was only her.

Inayat paused mid-step, her confidence hesitating under the intensity of his gaze. "What?" she asked softly, her fingers anxiously playing with the edge of her pallu.

Shivansh didn't reply. His feet moved on their own as if drawn by an invisible force, closing the distance between them. He stopped just a step away, his hand reaching out to gently take hers.

Without a word, he pulled her closer, their fronts brushing together, and the sudden closeness sent a jolt through her.

"Ina..." he whispered, his voice rough yet tender, betraying the tempest of emotions he felt.

Before she could say anything, he leaned in, capturing her lips in a long, lingering kiss. It was slow, gentle, and filled with all the love he couldn't put into words.

As he pulled back slightly, his hand moved to her face, brushing a loose strand of hair away. His fingers lingered, tucking it behind her ear, and then cupping her face. His thumb grazed her cheek in a feather-light touch as his eyes locked onto hers.

"You look... different," he said softly, his voice thick with admiration. "Not just beautiful... you look like a dream. No, scratch that. I think I need a whole new fucking dictionary to describe your divine beauty. Even this word doesn't do justice."

Her cheeks flushed a deep pink, and she looked away, biting her lip to stop a shy smile from escaping. But Shivansh wasn't done. He gently took her hand and placed it over his chest, where his heartbeat raced wildly under her touch.

"Feel this," he murmured, his voice dropping to a low whisper. "This is what you do to me, baby. My heart's never been this out of control, but when you're in front of me, looking like this... it's like it's ready to jump out."

Inayat felt her own heartbeat quicken as her fingers lightly pressed against his chest. Her breathing hitched, and for a moment, she couldn't form a coherent thought.

"Ansh, stop being so flirty," she mumbled, her voice barely above a whisper. She tried to act unaffected, but the blush on her cheeks betrayed her.

He tilted her chin up with his fingers, making her meet his gaze. His face was so close now that she could feel the warmth of his breath on her skin.

"I'm not being flirty, Ina," he said with a teasing smile. "You've cast some kind of spell on me. I'm completely, utterly yours."

Her lips parted, but no words came out. She could only stare into his eyes, sinking in their warmth and intensity, her heart racing wildly in her chest.

As if the air itself pulled them closer, Shivansh leaned in, resting his forehead gently against hers. His voice softened, tinged with adoration.

"You'll be the death of me, Ina," he whispered, his lips curving into a playful smile.

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INAYAT'S POV:

As we walked down the stairs, I could feel everyone's eyes on us. The room fell silent for a moment, and then I heard gasps and murmurs of admiration. Shivansh and I stood at the bottom step, side by side.

Aunty came forward with a warm smile, her eyes glowing with pride. She took a bit of kajal from her eyes and dabbed it gently behind our ears. "You both look so beautiful together," she said. "Truly perfect, like you're made for each other."

Her words made my cheeks flush. I glanced at Shivansh, who gave me a small, knowing smile, and my heart skipped a beat.

I turned to Ahana and couldn't hold back my praise. "bacchaa, this saree is so beautiful! You've done an amazing job." I paused, looking at Shivansh. "And matching his kurta with my saree? That's just brilliant! Thank you so much."

Oh, did I forget to tell you? Ahana designed all the outfits for today. And not just mine and Shivansh's—everyone's!

As I spoke, everyone joined in, complimenting her work. Ahana looked shy but happy, her eyes sparkling with pride as she took in all the praise.

Then it was time for the Diwali pooja. Shivansh and I walked toward the mandir. Together, we performed the pooja, our hands moving in sync as we lit the diyas and offered prayers together. The whole moment felt so special, so full of love and togetherness.

As the pooja got over, we gathered in hall to offer sweets, we were chatting casually, when suddenly, Shivansh stood up, his voice cutting through the noise, grabbing everyone's attention. "Okay, attention here please I want to make a special announcement." he said, leaving me confused and the others even more puzzled.

He pulled out an envelope from his pocket and handed it to me with a calm but intense look on his face. "What is this?" I asked, my curiosity getting the better of me. He just nodded, gesturing me to open it.

I slowly opened it, my heart thudding in my chest. As I looked at the paper inside, my eyes went wide and I froze. It was a property deed. Not just any property though—it was the foundation for my dream dance school. My breath caught in my throat, struggling to process what was happening.

Before I could even speak, Shivansh turned to face the family, his voice calm but strong, holding everyone's attention. "I don't want anyone to be worried about our wedding anymore," he began, his eyes locking with mine,

"because, now,  that's not my priority. My priority is Inayat's dreams. I want her to have the chance to create something for herself, to build her future. And when she's ready, when she's achieved everything she's dreamed of, that's when we'll take the next step together. No rush, no pressure. Just her time, her dreams, and me by her side."

My heart skipped a beat, and emotions flooded me. This wasn't just a gift—it was his way of telling me he believed in me, that he wanted me to have the freedom to follow my dreams, without holding back or compromising anything for our future. It was trust. It was love. And it was everything I needed to hear.

I looked at him, overwhelmed with gratitude and love, my eyes shining with unsaid words. This wasn't just a Diwali gift—it was a promise. A promise that we would walk this journey together, but on my terms, with him supporting me every step of the way.

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Heyy baby girls??

How are you all doing????

What do you think will happen in next chapter?

Let me give you a spoiler on what Inayat will be doing next,

SCENE 1-

"Shivansh! Get your ass down on that fucking chair and shut your fucking clap up!" she roared, her voice sharp and cutting. Her glare wasn't just angry—it was deadly, and it hit me like a punch to the chest. I froze, my pride crumbling as I slowly sat down, my hands gripping the edge of the chair. My heart thumped loudly in my ears, fear crawling through me like a cold wave. I won't lie that I'm scared. Really scared.

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"You should've thought about this before dancing with that bitch, Ansh," she spat, her tone dripping with venom as she stepped closer, her eyes burning into mine. "You pushed me to this. You forced me to let out the side of me I keep buried. My worst side. And now?" She leaned in, her lips brushing against my ear, her voice softening into something cruelly seductive. "Now, endure the pain, baby. Every bit of it. Because you earned it." Her words cut through me like a blade, her wrath wrapping around me like chains. This wasn't just anger, it was calculated punishment, and I knew there was no escape.

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"Eyes on me, baby," she commanded, her voice dripping with authority as she stopped and grabbed my face, her fingers mercilessly digging into my jaw to force my gaze on her. "If you don't want this punishment to stretch any further, look-and get tortured." Her smirk was wicked, her eyes blazing with the kind of power that could destroy me. She looked like a devil in disguise, ready to ruin me, and damn, it was only turning me on more. Without breaking eye contact, she started fingering herself again, slow and deliberate. My body ached with need. She's going to kill me.

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