It was a quiet Sunday morning. The house was full, but the world outside their bedroom felt far away.

Shashi lay curled up peacefully against Aakash's chest, her breath slow and content. The steady rhythm of his heartbeat beneath her cheek had become her favorite lullaby. She stirred slightly, nuzzling deeper into his embrace, hiding herself completely in his warmth. Aakash's hand rested protectively on her waist, a touch so familiar yet forever comforting.

Suddenly, her eyes snapped open.

Wait... Aaravv!

Her heart skipped. Wasn't he sleeping with them last night?

She shot up in bed, glancing over Aakash's other side-and there he was. Aaravv, nestled safely against his papa, still fast asleep.

Shashi sighed, half exasperated, half amused. Huffing dramatically, she lay back down and snuggled into Aakash once again. This time, she nuzzled into the curve of his neck and placed a soft kiss against his Adam's apple. Aakash stirred. His eyelashes fluttered. Encouraged, she continued, brushing more kisses along his neck-each one melting against his skin like morning dew.

One more kiss. Then another.

He finally blinked his eyes open, still clouded with sleep. His hair was a mess-softly ruffled, a few strands falling over his forehead, making him look boyishly handsome. Shashi smiled and whispered the sweetest, most playful "Good morning."

Instead of replying, Aakash reached out, gently cupping her jaw, making her eyes go wide.

His voice was rough and low with mischief.

"Let me enjoy my good morning, Rosebud," he murmured, before crashing his lips onto hers in a wild, hungry kiss.

She gasped, trying to push him away.

"Wo-Aaravv! So raha hai wo!" (He's sleeping here!)

Aakash barely moved, his lips brushing hers again.

"Tum mujhe kiss karne se roko mat." (Don't stop me from kissing you.)

But just then, a tiny sleepy voice cut through the air.

"Mamma..."

Shashi froze mid-kiss.

Eyes wide with horror, she elbowed Aakash.

"Aakash! What if he sees?"

With a resigned sigh, he got up, scooped the half-asleep toddler in his arms, and walked out. A moment later, she heard the door click shut.

He returned, locking the door behind him.

She was still sitting on the bed-guilty, wide-eyed, and mildly embarrassed.

Without a word, Aakash lay down beside her, staring blankly at the ceiling, his jaw clenched in exaggerated sulk.

"Aakash?" she called softly.

No response.

A giggle escaped her.

Was he... actually pouting?

The great Aakash Singh Rajput was sulking.

She leaned in and kissed his cheek.

No reaction.

So she kissed his other cheek.

This time, he turned slightly, his eyes narrowed in fake annoyance.

Shashi smiled and before he could react, she moved above him, hovering playfully. She leaned in and kissed his lips, expecting him to resist.

But he didn't.

In fact, his hand slid to the back of her neck, deepening the kiss. She smiled between the warmth of it, her heart fluttering as their breaths tangled and bodies melted into the moment.

When they finally pulled away, both panting, she teased,

"Narazgi gayi aapki? Ya kuch aur chahiye?"

(Are you done sulking? Or do you need something else?)

Aakash smirked.

"Aur kuch bhi chahiye." (I want something more.)

"Kya chahiye?" (What do you want?)

He leaned close, voice deep and dangerously soft.

"Your soul. I really want to make you mine."

Her eyes widened. "Bhak!" she laughed, slapping his chest.

He chuckled darkly.

"Koi na... hum aur intezar kar lenge." (No worries... I'll wait longer.)

She grinned and gave him a lingering kiss before whispering,

"Aakash, I want to tell you something."

He instantly grew attentive.

"Bolo jaan... main sun raha hoon." (Tell me, love. I'm listening.)

She shifted beside him, resting her head against his shoulder.

"Woh... mujhe apna khud ka hospital banana hai." (I want to open my own hospital.)

He frowned in confusion.

"You already have yours."

"No," she said firmly. "That one belongs to didu. I've never built anything of my own. Ever since I decided to become a doctor, I knew-I wanted a hospital that I created. Not inherited. Not gifted. Mine."

Aakash studied her face carefully.

"Hmm... okay. It's great. But your tone tells me there's something else. What is it?"

She looked up at him and said honestly,

"It's not a problem. I just want to do it without didu's funding, without using her name. Not even the Rajput tag. Just... me. Shashi."

He cupped her cheek gently.

"Baby, it's your decision. But listen-if you even need 1% help, I'll be there. Always."

She nodded, her voice softening.

"Everything's almost ready... we just need an investor now."

He pulled her closer.

"Woh bhi mil jaayega, jaan. Aap tension mat lo." (You'll find one, love. Don't stress.)

"So... Mrs.-I mean, Dr. Shashi Oberoi is going to be the founder of her own hospital."

She laughed lightly.

He kissed her forehead.

"Have you told anyone else yet?"

She nodded.

"Didu, Sarthak bhai, Mumma... bhabhi."

He raised an eyebrow.

"So I'm the last to know?"

She giggled and placed a soft kiss on his cheek.

The warm, playful silence returned.

After their cute, chaotic morning romance, Aakash decided to stay home, happy to steal lazy moments with his wife. But Shashi, ever ambitious, insisted on attending her scheduled meetings.

He had no complaints.

He just watched her get ready, eyes full of pride-admiring not just the woman who made his mornings brighter, but the dreamer who was chasing something that was purely hers.

♡

The Next day, The sun filtered gently through the tall glass windows of Rajput Hospital - a building of pride and legacy. Aakash, buried in patient rounds and files, worked diligently in his domain. His presence loomed through every corridor - even if his name wasn't spoken, his influence always was.

Elsewhere in the city, Shashi stood in front of her mirror, dressed in quiet power.

> Sent to Aakash: "Going for the meeting. Might get late, don't wait for me."

A moment later, her phone buzzed.

> "You look hot in black."

Heat rose to her cheeks. She bit back a smile, tucking the phone away and smoothing down her vest. Blushing slightly, she stepped out, heels clicking with quiet confidence.

♡

The meeting location was a private boardroom inside a corporate tower attached to one of the luxury wings of the city's elite hospitals.

What she hadn't expected... was him.

Mr. Vrishank Das.

Sharp. Sophisticated. Tattooed. And unapologetically intense.

He stood by the glass wall, arms folded, his silhouette dark against the afternoon light. As she entered, he turned around - eyes scanning her from head to toe.

"Dr. Shashi Oberoi," he said, voice cool, unreadable. "You look ready to own the world."

Shashi's brows arched slightly, surprised but composed. "Mr. Vrishank... I wasn't expecting you."

"I like surprises," he said, gesturing to the seat across the table. "And I like investing in things that matter."

She sat down, placing her files in front of him. "I didn't think someone like you would be interested in a mid-sized women-led medical facility."

"I'm not interested in facilities," he replied. "I'm interested in foundations. And women who dare to create their own."

For a while, the conversation remained business-like. She presented her proposal - a clean, innovative model focused on trauma care, female leadership, and community engagement. Vrishank barely interrupted. He watched her speak. Absorbed. Intrigued.

When she finished, he leaned forward slightly. "You've planned every inch of this."

"Yes. Because I want it to be mine. Not something inherited, not something borrowed. Just... mine," she said, meeting his gaze. "I'm not taking help from Laksha. Or from the Rajputs. And if I have to fight to keep my name on the wall, I will."

Vrishank smirked slightly. "You won't have to fight me."

She stared at him for a moment. Then quietly asked, "I just hope you're not doing this because of my sister. Or because of my family. Please... don't offer me anything out of obligation."

His eyes didn't flinch.

"No, Dr. Shashi Oberoi. I'm doing this for you. Only for you."

Her breath hitched just a bit. That... meant something.

"Then we have a deal," she said firmly.

"We do," he replied. "My legal team will draft everything by the end of this week."

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By evening, the Rajput house buzzed in soft domestic rhythms. Aroma of dinner, distant laughter, the rustling of Sunday clothes being folded away.

Shashi walked in, her face glowing-not with makeup, but with something far more powerful.

Confidence.

Dropping her bag on the sofa, she looked around at her family and said, her voice trembling slightly despite her smile:

"We got the funding."

There was a beat of silence - and then, warmth erupted. Hugs, cheers, Dadi's proud nod, and Sarthak's bear hug.

But in the corner of her heart, she was already composing a text - to him.

To the one who said she looked hot in black... and meant it.

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