Arvi's pov:

When I woke up, the soft glow of morning light filtered through the curtains, casting a gentle warmth over the room. I blinked, my eyes adjusting to the soft light, and immediately noticed something that made my heart flutter.

Rayaan was beside me, his body turned toward mine, his arm resting protectively around me. He was asleep, looking peaceful for the first time in days, his breath steady and calm. The familiar, comforting warmth of his presence was a reminder that, no matter what had happened, we were finally here together.

It wasn’t just the usual kind of closeness we’d shared before. This was different. This was… real. For the first time in a long time, we weren’t just partners in a whirlwind of chaos or emotions. We were simply two people, sharing a moment of peace, of love, and of understanding.

I shifted slightly, careful not to wake him, and just watched him for a few moments. The lines of stress that had been on his face the past few days seemed to have faded, replaced with a quiet contentment. It was almost as if the weight of everything had lifted, even if just for this one moment.

My heart swelled with an overwhelming sense of happiness. This, right here, was everything I had wanted. The feeling of being close to him, of sharing this intimate space, knowing that we had made it through the worst of things and now, we could finally just be… together.

I leaned in slightly, pressing a soft kiss to his cheek, my lips lingering for a brief second. He didn’t stir, his body remaining still, but a small smile tugged at his lips in his sleep. It made my heart race with love.

As I settled back down beside him, my head resting against his chest, I felt an overwhelming sense of peace wash over me. This wasn’t just any night, any moment. It was the start of something beautiful our beginning as a couple who could finally share not just the good, but also the quiet moments, the vulnerable ones.

I didn’t want to leave this feeling. I didn’t want to leave him.

For the first time in so long, I allowed myself to close my eyes again, breathing in his scent, letting his presence wrap around me like a soft blanket. The world outside could wait, because for this moment, it was just me and Rayaan. And I was happier than I had ever been.

We were together, truly together, and that was all that mattered.

I was lost in the peaceful silence, my head resting comfortably on Rayaan's chest, when I felt the subtle shift beside me. His warmth, which had been so steady and comforting, suddenly pulled away, and I realized he was waking up.

His breath hitched slightly as his eyes fluttered open, and when he saw me lying there beside him, his face softened. His gaze locked with mine, and for a moment, I just stared back at him, lost in the depths of his eyes.

“Good morning, Jaan,” he whispered, his voice still raspy from sleep, but warm, affectionate. I felt my heart skip at the sound of that word, the tenderness behind it.

I smiled softly, “Good morning.”

He shifted, propping himself up on one elbow to get a better look at me. His brow furrowed for a moment, his expression turning serious as his gaze swept over me. “Jaan, you’re still not fully better. You have injuries. You need rest,” he said, his voice laced with concern.

I opened my mouth to protest, but he gently placed a finger on my lips, silencing me. “No arguing, okay? You’ve been through a lot. Let me take care of you. Please.”

I didn’t argue, because deep down, I knew he was right. I was still tired, my body aching from the events of the past few days. And in that moment, I realized just how much I needed him his support, his care.

He smiled softly, brushing a stray strand of hair from my face, his touch as gentle as ever. “I’m here, Jaan. You don’t have to do anything. Just rest.”

I nodded, feeling the exhaustion slowly creep up on me again. But this time, it wasn’t overwhelming. With him beside me, I felt safe. I felt like everything would be okay.

He kissed my forehead, his lips lingering there for a brief moment. “I’ll be right here when you wake up again,” he murmured, his voice soothing.

I closed my eyes, allowing the peace of his presence to lull me back into a gentle sleep. In his arms, I knew I was exactly where I was meant to be. And I felt a deep sense of contentment, knowing that no matter what, Rayaan was there to take care of me, to love me. And that was all that truly mattered.

Rayaan's pov:

After I freshened up, I quickly changed into something comfortable. I was back to being focused on her, on making sure everything was perfect. Arvi still needed rest, but I wasn’t going to let her go without a proper breakfast.

I picked up the phone and dialed the mansion’s kitchen to place the order. “Get me breakfast in the room for both me and my wife,” I instructed, my voice firm and clear. “Scrambled eggs, toast, fresh fruit, and tea for her. And make sure there’s a little extra for her don’t forget the fresh juice.”

I paused for a moment, making sure I wasn’t missing anything. “And make it quick, We don’t want to wait.”

After confirming the order, I hung up, walking over to the side of the bed to check on Arvi again. She was still sleeping soundly, her chest rising and falling in a calm rhythm. I couldn’t help but smile. She deserved to rest after everything, and I was going to make sure she did.

I made my way over to the window, glancing out at the morning sunlight streaming through the curtains, but my mind was focused on one thing: her. No matter how much I tried to make everything perfect, it was moments like this, seeing her safe and calm, that meant the most to me.

A soft knock came at the door, pulling me from my thoughts. I went to answer it, the breakfast tray already ready. I took it from the servant,and walked back to the room.

I set the food down by the bed, the smell of fresh coffee and fruit filling the air. I looked at Arvi, who was just beginning to stir. “Breakfast’s here, Jaan,” I said softly, brushing her hair back. “You need to eat something. I’ve made sure you get everything you love.”

Her eyes fluttered open, and a small smile appeared as she saw the spread. “You really did all this for me?” she asked, her voice sleepy but warm.

“Of course,” I replied, my lips curving into a grin. “I need my wife to be strong, Now, eat.”

As Arvi sat up, still looking a bit sleepy but more alert now, I could see her glancing at the breakfast with a soft smile. I set the tray in her lap, my hands gently adjusting the pillows behind her so she was comfortable.

When I picked up the spoon and held it in front of her, her eyes widened just a little, and I saw a slight blush creeping up her cheeks. She hesitated for a moment before looking up at me, her shyness clearly showing.

"You really don’t have to do this," she said quietly, her voice soft, almost bashful.

I smiled, leaning closer, my voice teasing but gentle. "Of course, I do. You’ve been through a lot. Now let me take care of you."

She glanced at the spoon in my hand, then back at me, her cheeks turning a shade redder. "Rayaan," she whispered, looking away for a moment. “You’re making me feel… shy.”

That made me laugh quietly, but there was an undeniable warmth in my chest. I couldn’t help but love how vulnerable she was in front of me, even after everything we had been through.

“Shy?” I teased, feeding her a small bite of the scrambled eggs. “You’re allowed to feel whatever you want. But I’m going to make sure you eat, so no arguing.”

She bit her lip, still looking a little embarrassed but too polite to refuse. The soft laughter that followed from both of us was a quiet, content sound, like everything else in the world had paused for this one moment.

“Okay,” she said, still feeling shy, but I could see her relaxing a little. “But you have to promise not to make me feel so… silly.”

“I’ll try,” I said with a wink, brushing a loose strand of hair behind her ear. “But I can’t promise I won’t spoil you a little. You’re too cute when you’re shy.”

She laughed softly, her eyes still avoiding mine as I fed her another bite. She looked at the food, then at me, and the corners of her mouth twitched upward.

“Alright,” she whispered, her voice quieter now, “but just one more bite. Then I’ll finish on my own, okay?”

I grinned and leaned in, holding the spoon in front of her. “Deal.”

As I fed her, I could feel her growing more comfortable with each passing second, the blush fading as the conversation flowed. She was still shy in her own way, but I could see the trust in her eyes. It made everything feel just right.

With her by my side, I knew there was no place I’d rather be.

Arvi's pov:

As Rayaan fed me, I felt something strange flutter inside my chest. It was the same Rayaan Oberoi who once hated me, who thought I wasn’t worth his time. And now, here he was, so gentle, feeding me with such care.

Every bite felt heavier than the last, not because of the food, but because of how different everything was. His eyes, soft and full of warmth, were fixed on me, and the butterflies in my stomach wouldn’t settle.

I couldn’t believe it this man, who had pushed me away so many times, was now taking care of me like I mattered. His smile made me feel like the only person in the world.

I couldn’t help but whisper, “I’m sorry, for everything that happened before.”

Rayaan paused, his thumb brushing over my hand. “You don’t have to apologize,” he said, his voice sincere. “I was wrong.”

His words hit me harder than I expected, and for the first time, I felt at peace with everything that had happened. Maybe this was the beginning of something real.

I curled up on the soft sofa, tracing the embroidery on a cushion absentmindedly. Rayaan had just left for his study, the door clicking shut behind him. He said he will do his work from home today because of me,I told him go to office but he denied and i didn't force either as i want him near me now

Across the room, Aleesha, Arekha, and Vanisha huddled together, exchanging secretive smiles. Their laughter softened, replaced by a warmth that seemed to wrap itself around me.

"Arvi," Aleesha started, her voice playful but touched with something softer, "do you even know how Rayaan bhai was behaving when you were in the operation theatre?"

I blinked at her, confused.

"What do you mean?"

Arekha let out a giggle. "He roared at everyone! Doctors, nurses, even the poor receptionist who just asked him to fill a form."

Vanisha leaned forward eagerly. "He was so tense, bhabhi. Pacing up and down the whole corridor like a lion trapped in a cage. We tried to calm him down even Dad but he wouldn't listen to anyone."

Aleesha nodded, laughing softly. "He literally barked, 'Where's the doctor?! Call the best doctors!' at least ten times. I swear one of the nurses looked like she would faint."

I felt my heart squeeze painfully and sweetly all at once. The image of Rayaan  usually so composed, so in control  losing himself to fear and worry because of me... it was overwhelming.

Arekha touched my arm gently. "Arvi, he loves you so much. It was written all over his face."

I swallowed, the sting of sudden tears prickling my eyes. I bit my lip to keep them from falling, but a small, helpless smile curved at the corners of my mouth.

Rayaan... my arrogant, stubborn, impossible cold rude Rayaan...

He had been scared. For me.

At that moment, I realized  sometimes, love wasn't loud confessions or grand gestures.

Sometimes, it was seen in the way someone roared at the world because the thought of losing you was too much to bear.

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