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"Back again, huh?" Vidharth said, settling into the chair. "The wedding rituals start tomorrow, and you're still fighting with your wife."

"Shut up! You know nothing," Adwait growled, pressing his hands to his head.

Vidharth raised an eyebrow. "I may not know everything, but I do know it's your second wedding, and this time it's to the one you've always wanted. Are you really going to let a stupid fight ruin it?"

Adwait looked at his friend helplessly. "You think it's that easy? I thought I knew her, but she always makes me feel like I don't."

Vidharth sipped the coffee who was sitting at the table, his expression calm. "She owns Lucas right, and you're not new to this world. How can you expect her to accept you easily? Trust is earned, my friend, not given. You need to prove yourself to her."

"Okay, maybe you're right, but efforts should come from both sides," Adwait said, shaking his head.

Vidharth set the cup on the table, clasped his fingers together, and turned serious. "That's why you're upset with her, isn't it? She told you the truth. I know the timing is off, but she took a huge step and tried to trust you. Yet, you're pushing her away. You're wrong, Adwait. The timing may be wrong, but what about her intentions? Ask yourself!"

Adwait's conscience began to resonate with Vidharth's words. He reflected on his actions and realized he was pushing Shubhra away.

"I claimed I had patience and was ready to accept her secrets," he thought, "but when she opened up, I pushed her away."

He now understood that her inner struggles and burdens far exceeded what he could handle.

Adwait also knew he wasn't entirely wrong. This concerned his family, and he wouldn't let Shubhra or anyone harm them. He had trusted someone similarly before, and it ended in tragedy, costing him someone dear. He wouldn't repeat that mistake.

Vidharth reverted to his casual, carefree demeanor after imparting the necessary advice. "By the way, why don't you surprise her with something special?" he suggested, his tone enthusiastic, as he left the office.

Adwait pondered for a moment before following suit.

The majestic waterfall, standing proudly in the palace's center, was bathed in warm, golden light. Bright red and orange hues danced across its surface, reflecting the sun's vibrant colors. The white marble surrounding the waterfall had transformed into a kaleidoscope of oranges.

As the sun, weary from witnessing the day's turmoil, began its descent, it prepared to take its daily respite. The transition between day and night was near.

A sleek black Bentley stopped before the Randhawa Palace gates, and two people emerged. Jarek, behind the wheel, waved to the guards, who recognized him and promptly opened the gate.

The passenger, engrossed in his phone, finally looked up to behold the grand palace. The lengthy driveway, adorned with an array of colorful flowers and lush plants, unfolded before him.

The car halted before the majestic building, standing proudly for over a decade. The intricate flower carvings on the walls glowed warmly, infused with the sun's vibrant hues.

The ancient Rajputana-style palace, crafted from yellow and pink sandstone and adorned with white marble, exuded elegance. Despite undergoing numerous reconstructions, its original charm remained intact, a testament to the architect's skill in preserving its rich cultural heritage.

Jarek's phone vibrated, and he answered instantly after checking the caller. He hung up abruptly.

"Sorry, bro, I need to leave. Others are arriving. You should go in; Ava will be inside," Jarek said.

"Okay," the man replied, exiting the car and approaching the palace doors.

Shubhra had just returned to the mansion, where numerous wedding preparations awaited her attention.

"Ava!" a voice resonated through the palace.

Shubhra, standing at the staircase threshold, turned to locate the speaker. Her eyes locked onto him, and a gentle smile spread across her lips.

"Joseph," she said, her voice warm.

In a matter of moments, they stood before each other, exchanging a brief, affectionate hug.

The palace was relatively empty, with only a few staff members bustling about, engrossed in wedding preparations.

Adwait, who also had just entered the palace, witnessed this intimate exchange. His jaw clenched, fists tightened, and anger flashed in his eyes. Composing himself, he called out.

"Ayla," his voice was harsher and more dried than his usual way.

Shubhra, still wrapped in Joseph's embrace, gazed directly into Adwait's tense face. His clenched teeth and fisted hands betrayed his emotions. A sly smile spread across her lips, recognizing the jealousy that fueled his intensity.

"Joseph, meet Adwait," Shubhra said, introducing the two men, her voice dripping with amusement.

Adwait stood rigidly, face-to-face with Joseph. The man's chiseled features were striking – mid-thirties, blonde hair tied in a sleek ponytail, and clad in a tailored black tuxedo. His grey eyes seemed familiar.

"Adwait, he's the eldest cousin of our generation in York family," Shubhra explained, capturing Adwait's attention.

Adwait's face relaxed, realizing his foolish jealousy. "And, Joseph, this is Adwait Randhawa, my better half."

"I'm aware," Joseph replied with a smile.

"Nice to meet you, Mr. and Mrs. Randhawa," Joseph said, extending his hand.

Adwait shook it firmly, and they shared a warm laugh.

"Kommst du also alleine?" Shubhra questioned, gesturing for Joseph to take a seat.

("Are you coming alone?")

"Nein! Machen Sie sich keine Sorgen, die anderen sind auch auf dem Weg!" Joseph replied, taking a seat. Shubhra sat opposite him, while Adwait settled into a nearby sofa chair. "Und Mama und Papa sind schon da. Sie haben beschlossen, sich frisch zu machen und werden Sie danach abholen."

("No, don't worry! The others are on their way too.)
("Mom and Dad are already here. They're freshening up and will meet you afterwards.")

"Warum sollte ich mir Sorgen machen?" Shubhra quired, her expression curious.

(Why should I worry?)

"Ich weiß, was bei dem Treffen passiert ist," Joseph spoke, shifting the conversation. His eyes met Shubhra's, gentle and humble yet devoid of pity, knowing she detested sympathy.

Shubhra fell silent, her expression unreadable, unable to respond.

Joseph, a prominent German business tycoon, remained well-informed about industry news, including developments involving friends and rivals. His company, though smaller than the York Corporation, held significant influence.

Shubhra's bond with Joseph surpassed her relationships with her uncle, built on mutual trust and understanding.

Shubhra shared a strong bond with the younger York generation, but her relationships with the elders were complicated, particularly with one individual.

Among her cousins, Joseph, Andrew, and Drake held a special place in her heart. Her connection with Jarek stemmed from their childhood friendship.

However, Joseph's closeness to Shubhra ran deeper. He was well aware of Jeremy's treatment of Shubhra and had consistently protected her, fostering their unbreakable bond.

Joseph's affection for Shubhra was also deeply personal. She reminded him of his late sister, lost to cancer.

Shubhra's connection with Joseph was further strengthened by their mutual support. Jeremy York's disdain for his father's side of the family, coupled with his arrogance fueled by wealth, inadvertently benefited Shubhra. She astutely leveraged this dynamic to her advantage.

Joseph, struggling financially, had once sought Jeremy's aid to save his sister. However, Jeremy's refusal left Joseph desperate. Shubhra, grasping the intricacies of her situation within the York family, recognized an opportunity.

She covertly helped Joseph overcome his financial struggles and bolstered his company, keeping her uncle in the dark. Although Joseph's sister ultimately succumbed to cancer, his family remained eternally grateful to Shubhra for her timely intervention and support.

This shared history forged an unbreakable bond between Shubhra and Joseph, transcending familial ties.

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Adwait sat attentively, observing the conversation. His gaze locked onto their faces, deciphering the emotions hidden behind their expressions.

Joseph's stoic facade belied the turmoil in his eyes - guilt, hesitation, and helplessness lingered.

"Vergiss es! Ich bin mir sicher, dass Sie nicht hier sind, um darüber zu reden!" Shubhra exclaimed, dismissively waving her hand.

(Forget it! I'm sure you're not here to talk about it!)

Joseph swiftly changed the subject, a mischievous glint in his eye. "Yeah! Forget about that. I'm still curious, how did you two meet for the first time?"

"You are asking as if you don't know anything. I am sure Jarek must have narrated the whole story to you already." Shubhra rolled her eyes good-naturedly, while Joseph and Adwait erupted into laughter.

Joseph bid his farewell, "Okh! I was here just to meet you! We will meet you in the evening."

As Joseph departed, Shubhra turned to Adwait, her eyes sparkling playfully. "Ahhmmm...ahmmm...so, Mr. Randhawa, aren't you unusually early today?" Her lips curled upward.

"I needed a file," Adwait replied calmly.

Shubhra's gaze lingered on him. "Ooh! By the way, I heard a thunderbolt."

"Maybe it'll rain soon," Adwait said, his expression neutral, but his eyes holding a flirtatious glint.

Shubhra's eyes gleamed with mischief. "Oh, really? Are you sure the sky is that clear?" Her voice dripped with skepticism.

Adwait's lips hinted at a smile, his eyes never leaving hers.

"I am fully sure, and don't try the same thing; it isn't going to work on me twice," Adwait said with a smirk.

"But I feel it's already working!" Shubhra responded, mirroring his smirk.

"Is it? Then let me try too," Adwait whispered, his voice low and husky, as he slowly closed the distance between them. They stood in the middle of the hallway, oblivious to the fact that anyone could enter or leave freely.

Shubhra's breath hitched as Adwait's proximity enveloped her. He leaned in, their breaths intertwining, his lips inches from hers.

"Ooh, really!" she breathed.

"Yeah!" Adwait mumbled, his voice sending shivers down her spine as he tucked a strand of hair behind her ear.

Their lips hovered, poised on the brink of a kiss, when suddenly:

"Ahmmm... Ahmmm... I think I came at a wrong time," a voice interrupted, accompanied by a discreet cough.

Shubhra and Adwait sprang apart, faces flushing.

Shubhra and Adwait's faces turned beet red as they realized their intimate moment had unfolded in the main hall, exposed to anyone.

Their eyes widened in horror, and the playful spark vanished.

Rapidly regaining composure, they straightened their clothes, preparing to make a hasty retreat.

However, a deep, masculine voice halted them.

"Is there no one else there?"

Shubhra and Adwait turned to face the speaker.

Saniya stood before them, accompanied by a familiar figure – Vihaan Singh Rajvansh, the same man Shubhra had encountered in the parking lot.

Shubhra's eyes locked onto Vihaan's, her expression a mix of surprise and unease.

Adwait's gaze narrowed, sensing the sudden tension.

Vihaan had arrived with a purpose - to meet Shubhra. Their brief encounter in the parking lot had piqued his interest, and he sought to reveal his true identity. He wanted her to know who she had crossed paths with, ensuring she would think twice before underestimating him again.

"Mr. Rajvansh," Adwait said, his tone calm but laced with undertones of unease on his sudden arrival.

Vihaan's gaze shifted to Adwait, acknowledging his greeting.

Shubhra exchanged a silent glance with Adwait, their unspoken communication evident to Vihaan's discerning eyes.

Vihaan's gaze returned to Shubhra, scanning her intensely as if seeking to unravel her secrets. His piercing stare seemed to bore into her very soul.

Adwait's expression turned guarded. "How can I help you, Vihaan?"

Vihaan's mischievous grin spread wide. "I brought a pre-wedding gift for your wife."

Adwait's brows furrowed, sensing ulterior motives.

Shubhra intervened, her tone laced with sarcasm. "Like your last gift?"

Vihaan chuckled. "No, that was a mistake. I shouldn't have called it a gift."

Adwait's raised eyebrows questioned Shubhra, but she avoided his gaze, focusing on Vihaan.

"What is it this time?" Shubhra asked, her voice cautious.

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