The morning sun gently peeked through the curtains, marking the start of a new chapter in their lives. After the exhausting but magical reception night, Janvi was the first to wake. She glanced at Rishi, still lost in his dreams, a peaceful expression softening his otherwise sharp features.

Smiling tenderly, she tiptoed to the window and adjusted the curtains, shielding him from the morning light. Not wanting to disturb his sleep, she quietly slipped into the bathroom.

A quick shower later, she emerged—draped in a rich green saree, the fabric adorned with golden embroidery that shimmered softly in the early light. Her jhumkas danced with each movement, her bangles clicked gently as she ran her fingers through her damp hair.

Rishi stirred.

A low groan escaped his lips, disturbed by the faint sound. His eyes fluttered open—and what he saw stole his breath.

There she stood. Not just his wife—but his muse. His dove. A vision in green and gold.

Still unaware that he was awake, Janvi turned to him.

"Subah-subah muskurane kyun rahe ho itna?" she teased, catching his gaze.

"Muskurane ki wajah tum ho," he replied, his voice low, still rough with sleep.

"Accha ji?" she raised an eyebrow.

"Haan ji," he said, eyes not leaving her.

"Apko office nahi jana kya? Jao, ready ho jao," she reminded.

"Abhi time kya hua hai?" he yawned and stretched.

"7:45," she said.

His eyes widened. "Shit!" He bolted from bed and rushed into the bathroom.

While Rishi got ready, Janvi headed downstairs to help with breakfast preparations. Moments later, he joined her, now dressed in a crisp casual outfit.

The family shared breakfast with laughter and light-hearted teasing.

Once everyone departed for work, Janvi returned upstairs to collect her things. Rishi waited just outside their room.

"Chale?" she asked, stepping out.

"After you," he replied smoothly.

♡

Rishi took the wheel while Janvi sat beside him, adjusting her saree and hair. As the car slowed at a signal, she tried to check herself in the mirror but couldn’t reach it properly. Without a word, Rishi adjusted the mirror for her. She smiled, recognizing the small act of love.

As she applied lipstick, he slowed the car gently, allowing her the ease to finish. She noticed. And she smiled to herself.

Then, unthinkingly, she took her hair clip from her bun and clipped it onto the sleeve of his shirt, completely unaware.

They reached her office, and after dropping her off, Rishi headed to his own—Mehta Empire.

He walked into the building, his usual serious demeanor in place. Employees greeted him, but his face remained unreadable.

Pranav, his manager, approached with a file. But instead of a "Good Morning," he said calmly, “Sir, there’s a clip on your shirt’s sleeve.”

Rishi glanced down. And there it was—Janvi’s clip, resting innocently.

A genuine smile spread across his face, unexpected and warm. Employees whispered, stunned. The Rishi Mehta had smiled. Not the professional smirk reserved for meetings—but a real, affectionate one.

He said nothing. Just walked into his cabin, heart quietly full.

♡

By 5 PM, Rishi had had enough of meetings. He shut his laptop and drove to Janvi’s office. There she stood—bag in one hand, the other adjusting her hair. Her natural beauty glowing in the golden light.

But Rishi’s eyes narrowed as he noticed two men eyeing her inappropriately from behind. His jaw clenched. He stepped out of the car.

Janvi saw him and smiled—until he unexpectedly pulled her close, his hand slipping under the fabric of her saree, fingers caressing her waist protectively. Then, softly, he kissed her forehead.

Her eyes widened. His first kiss.

"Please don’t react like I’m doing it for the first time—even though I am," he whispered.

She was speechless.

"Ghar chale?" he asked.

She nodded

♡

Back home, Janvi changed into a simple kurta and palazzo, and stood combing her hair. Rishi sat on the couch, working on his laptop.

She walked up to him.

"Urhmm," she cleared her throat.

"Ji boliye," he replied without looking up.

"Woh... office ke bahar jo kiya tha..."

"Kya kiya tha?" he asked, pretending ignorance.

"Jo kiya tha..." she repeated, fiddling with her dupatta.

"I did it because some devils were staring at you. And I wanted them to know—you’re mine now," he said plainly.

"Oho... so you were jealous?" she teased.

"Aisa kuch nahi hai," he replied, typing away.

"Jhooth bolne mein itne acche nahi ho aap," she smirked.

Suddenly, he stood. She stepped back, surprised.

With each step he took toward her, she retreated—until her back hit the edge of the bed.

"Abhi batata hoon main kis cheez mein accha hoon," he said, pushing her gently onto the bed.

She gasped. He hovered above her, pinning her wrists gently. With one hand, he brushed away her loose strands, eyes locked with hers.

"Hmm... toh kya keh rahi thi aap?" he asked, tracing her face with his finger.

"Main..." she stammered.

"Aap... kya?" he whispered, lips just inches from hers.

Knock knock

They both groaned.

"Rishi bhai, bhabhi, jaldi neeche aao. Mummy bula rahi hain," came Akshay’s voice.

"Thode der mein aate hain!" Rishi shouted back, clearly annoyed.

Janvi giggled in his hold. He shot her a look.

He softened then. Pressed a gentle kiss to her forehead.

"Apki marzi ke bagair kuch nahi karunga main," he said sincerely.

She let out a shaky breath. After a moment, they both composed themselves and walked downstairs, hand in hand, to join the family for dinner.

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