Khushi's playful interruption cut through the tender moment, and the room was filled with her spirited energy. "Ab bahut hua yeh emotional drama... ab aap dono ki special night hai jisme main kabab mein haddi nahi banna chahti hun," she declared with a mischievous grin. She stretched her arms and yawned dramatically, her exhaustion evident.

"Bahut thak gayi hun! Good night love birds," she added cheerfully, before turning on her heel and leaving the room, gently closing the door behind her. The sound of the door clicking shut left Aarav and Manvi alone, their smiles reflecting their amusement at Khushi's antics.

Manvi's gaze fell on the bed, which had been lavishly decorated for their wedding night. The room was bathed in a soft, romantic glow from the dimmed lights, with rose petals scattered delicately across the silk sheets. Aarav, with a playful glint in his eye, approached the bed. Manvi, feeling a flutter of nervousness, instinctively took a step back until her back met the wall.

Aarav, closing the distance between them, placed his hand against the wall, effectively blocking her path. "Toh shuru kare..." he said, his voice low and inviting.

"Kya?" Manvi asked, her voice trembling slightly with shyness as she cast her eyes downward.

Aarav, adopting a teasing tone, "Wahi jo tum Maya se kehke aayi thi! Mujhe apne pati ke saath suhaagrat manani hai." He mimicked her words playfully, causing Manvi to blush deeply. Her face turned a vivid shade of red as she attempted to hide her embarrassment by covering her face with her palms.

Aarav, with a gentle touch, pulled her hands away from her face. Manvi looked up at him with a mix of apprehension and anticipation. He leaned in, his lips almost touching hers, when suddenly, she pushed him away and dashed towards the bathroom.

Aarav, taken aback by her sudden retreat, sighed in exasperation and called out, "Manvi, puri raat andar rahogi?" His frustration was tinged with amusement.

Inside the bathroom, Manvi found a gift box near the sink. Her curiosity piqued, she picked it up and noticed a note attached that read, "Shaadi Mubarak ho meri jaan." A smile graced her lips as she quickly opened the box. Her eyes widened in surprise when she discovered a seductive, revealing nighty inside. It was a stark departure from her usual modest attire, and she felt a flush of excitement mixed with nervousness.

Remembering Aarav's need to heal from Maya's torment and the importance of their special night together, Manvi resolved to embrace the moment. She changed out of her wedding lehenga, slipping into the provocative nighty. The dress clung to her curves in a way that was both alluring and bold. Taking a deep breath to steady her nerves, she stepped out of the bathroom.

As she emerged, she found the room deserted. Her gaze wandered until she spotted Aarav at the pool area, taking laps in the water. His physique, accentuated by the minimal coverage of his boxers, was a sight to behold. The water glistened on his skin, highlighting his toned body. He moved with a powerful grace that left Manvi breathless.

Aarav, noticing her presence, exited the pool. Water droplets cascaded down his well-defined torso as he approached her. His eyes roamed over her form with a mixture of admiration and desire. The transformation in her attire did not go unnoticed, and his gaze conveyed his appreciation and longing.

As he drew closer, the room seemed to pulse with a newfound intensity. The romantic atmosphere combined with their palpable chemistry created an electric tension between them. The soft light reflecting off the water, combined with the heat of the moment, painted a scene of undeniable allure.

Manvi's heart raced as she met his eyes, their mutual desire evident. The night was theirs, filled with the promise of healing, passion, and the rekindling of their deep connection.

As dawn's first light filtered softly through the curtains, the room exuded a gentle serenity. Manvi, nestled in Aarav's arms, stirred awake, her heart swelling with the contentment of the night before. The memories of their shared moments brought a tender smile to her lips. She pressed a light, affectionate kiss to Aarav's forehead, her touch as delicate as a whisper.

Quietly, she slipped out of bed, careful not to disturb him, and made her way to the bathroom. The sound of running water and the fragrant steam soon filled the space, a soothing prelude to her day. After her bath, she emerged refreshed and began her morning routine with a serene grace.

At the wardrobe, Manvi selected a beautiful saree, the fabric shimmering softly in the morning light. As she dressed, she approached the dressing table where her mangalsutra lay, a symbol of their union. She attempted to fasten it around her neck but struggled with the delicate chain.

Just as frustration began to crease her brow, she felt a gentle presence behind her. Aarav's hands came into view, guiding hers with practised ease. He helped her secure the mangalsutra, his touch both tender and reassuring. Manvi glanced up at him through the mirror, her eyes reflecting a deep affection and gratitude.

Aarav's breath, warm and tender, brushed against Manvi's ear as he spoke, his voice a blend of teasing playfulness and genuine admiration. "Bahut sundar lag rahi ho... Waise kal raat jo pehna tha wo ab bhi pehenke ghum sakti ho," he said, a mischievous glint dancing in his eyes.

Manvi's cheeks immediately flushed with a delightful mix of embarrassment and joy. The lightest touch of his breath made her shiver pleasantly. She lightly swatted his arm, her laughter mingling with his in a harmonious symphony of affection. "Aaravji!" she chided, her tone a perfect blend of exasperation and endearing warmth.

Aarav chuckled, savouring the playful exchange. "Ready ho gayi main aata hun neeche," he said, his eyes twinkling with amusement as he gave her a reassuring nod. His gaze lingered for a moment longer, filled with admiration that made Manvi's heart flutter.

With a contented smile, Manvi watched as Aarav left the room. Her heart swelled with warmth from his presence and words. She moved with a graceful purpose out of their bedroom, her steps echoing softly as she made her way to Khushi's room.

The corridor was bathed in the gentle light of the morning sun, casting a serene glow on the walls. Khushi's room was a sanctuary of calm, with the soft hum of peaceful slumber filling the air. The room was dimly lit, curtains drawn to keep the world outside at bay, and Khushi lay sprawled across her bed, wrapped in the cosy embrace of her dreams.

Manvi approached her daughter's bed with tender care. She gently settled onto the edge, the mattress dipping slightly under her weight. Her hand reached out, fingers brushing softly against Khushi's forehead, a touch that was both soothing and affectionate. "Khushi, utho," she urged, her voice a whisper that barely disturbed the tranquillity of the room.

Khushi, still cocooned in the warmth of sleep, murmured in gentle protest. Her body shifted instinctively, seeking a more comfortable position as she mumbled, "Nahi..." Her voice was heavy with the warmth of slumber, barely audible but filled with the resistance of a sleepy teenager.

Manvi persisted, her tone firm but laced with an underlying softness. "Khushi, utho chalo," she said, her words a blend of encouragement and affection. With a reluctant sigh, Khushi's eyelids fluttered open, her eyes blinking against the light as she slowly adjusted to the waking world.

Manvi's persistent yet gentle approach gradually roused Khushi, guiding her into the day with a loving touch. The morning routine unfolded with a rhythm of warmth and care, setting the stage for the family to embrace their new chapter together.

Manvi carefully pulled a neatly folded dress from the wardrobe, her fingers brushing over the fabric with a practised touch. The dress was a soft pastel shade, its delicate design perfect for a day at college. She walked briskly to Khushi's room, the light from the hallway casting a warm glow on the wooden floor.

"Kapde nikal diye hai tumhare jaldi se ready ho jao," Manvi called out, her voice carrying a note of firm encouragement.

Khushi, lounging on her bed with a hint of stubbornness in her eyes, responded with a groan. "Mujhe nahi jaana college," she mumbled, burying her face in the pillow.

Manvi sighed, stepping into the room with a mixture of exasperation and affection. "Khushi, already itni chutti ho gayi hai! Tum college jaogi aaj aur tumhare dadda office," she said, her tone softening as she spoke. Manvi had taken on the role of a gentle but firm guide, balancing her daughter's reluctance with a smile that spoke of her care.

Khushi's expression was one of exaggerated dismay. "Shuru mummagiri pehle din hi," she muttered, her voice muffled as she turned her head away.

"Jo bhi ho! Go," Manvi replied with a lighthearted chuckle, her smile widening as she turned to leave. Her playful yet insistent tone was meant to soften the edge of her authority, making the request seem more like a gentle nudge than a command.

Khushi, though still grumbling, slowly moved toward the bathroom. Manvi, feeling a mix of relief and accomplishment, headed downstairs. The kitchen was a cosy haven of warmth and activity, with the aroma of freshly brewed coffee mingling with the scent of baked bread. Manvi set about preparing breakfast, her movements efficient and comforting, each action underscoring her role as both a mother and a caregiver.

Sharda's voice, gentle yet firm, stopped Manvi in her tracks. "Bahu, aaj tum koi rasoi ka kaam nahi karogi," she said, her tone imbued with the authority and care of a mother-in-law looking out for her new family member.

Manvi turned to face Sharda, her smile radiant and confident. "Kaki, pehla din hai, janti hun. Lekin aaj se hi main apni har zimmedari lena chahti hun. Aur aap chinta mat kijiye, main apni pehli rasoi ki rasam karke hi baaki sab karungi," she assured, her voice steady and filled with determination. Her words were a blend of respect and resolve, reflecting her eagerness to embrace her new role with grace.

Sharda's expression softened as she listened, her eyes reflecting approval and warmth. She nodded, a smile touching her lips, recognizing the sincerity in Manvi's voice.

With a nod of understanding, Manvi adjusted her pallu, tying it securely around her waist in a practical yet elegant manner. The fabric of her saree draped gracefully, adding a touch of traditional charm to her presence as she prepared to step into the kitchen.

Manvi moved into the kitchen with a purposeful grace. The space was warmly lit, with the morning sun casting a soft, golden hue over the counters and utensils. The kitchen, a blend of functionality and homely warmth, welcomed her as she began her cooking ritual.

She started with something sweet, a traditional offering that marked her first kitchen ritual. The aroma of ghee and sugar soon filled the air, mingling with the scent of cardamom and saffron as she carefully stirred the ingredients. The gentle bubbling of the mixture and the rich, inviting smell were a testament to her dedication and care.

Once the sweet dish was prepared and set aside to cool, Manvi turned her attention to breakfast. She moved with practised efficiency, chopping vegetables, and preparing ingredients with a deft touch. The sizzle of the stove and the rhythmic chopping created a comforting symphony of sounds, underscoring her focused determination.

After preparing a hearty breakfast, Manvi meticulously packed two tiffins. One was for Aarav, her movements tender as she selected his favourite dishes, ensuring each item was packed with care. The other was for Khushi, filled with a variety of nutritious options to start her day.

With a final check to ensure everything was perfect, Manvi placed the tiffins neatly in their respective bags. The kitchen, now a testament to her efforts, was left in a state of organized tranquillity. Manvi stepped back, her heart swelling with satisfaction at having begun her journey with such a meaningful ritual. The morning had unfolded with a blend of tradition, love, and commitment, setting a hopeful tone for the days to come.

Aarav and Khushi sat at the dining table, their expressions reflecting a shared reluctance as they faced the start of a new day. The morning had come with a sense of melancholy; neither was thrilled about heading off to their respective responsibilities. Khushi, her brows furrowed in a mix of annoyance and resignation, leaned closer to Aarav and whispered with a hint of conspiratorial desperation, "Dadda kuch karo na. Mumma ne toh aaj se hi apna hukum chalana shuru kar diya humpar."

Aarav, looking equally dismayed but with a trace of humour in his eyes, replied softly, "Kuch sochta hun." His tone carried the weight of his own frustrations, yet he tried to muster some semblance of a solution.

As their murmurs continued, Manvi entered the room with an air of composed efficiency. The servants followed behind, placing the breakfast spread on the table with practised precision. The aroma of freshly cooked food mingled with the warm morning air, filling the room with a comforting scent that contrasted sharply with the mood of the table.

Manvi, her demeanour calm and assertive, set the tiffins down in front of Aarav and Khushi. "Tiffin ready hai. Aap dono nashta kijiye aur aaj ki shuruwat kijiye," she said, her voice carrying a mix of encouragement and firm resolve.

Aarav glanced at her with a trace of sadness and a hint of disbelief. "Manvi, kal hi hamari shaadi hui hai aur aaj tum apne pati ko office bhej rahi ho," he said, his voice tinged with a touch of reproach and disappointment.

Manvi's smile, while outwardly pleasant, carried an edge of firmness. "Aaravji, main aap dono baap beti ko ache se janti hun! Aaj se koi bahane nahi chalenge. Office jayie aap aur isey college drop kijiye. Shyam ko aap dono aayenge toh hum khub masti karenge," she said, her tone leaving no room for argument. Her words were delivered with a blend of affectionate exasperation and unyielding resolve, clearly setting the stage for a new chapter in their lives.

Aarav's expression shifted to one of resigned acceptance. He made a face but did not protest further. With a quiet sigh, he and Khushi began to eat the breakfast in silence, the clinking of cutlery and the soft rustle of napkins the only sounds breaking the morning stillness.

Manvi, observing the scene with a blend of satisfaction and understanding, allowed herself a moment of contentment. She had successfully navigated the delicate balance between tradition and authority, setting a tone for the days ahead. The kitchen, now quiet after the flurry of activity, seemed to echo the promise of new beginnings, while the dining table bore witness to the start of a new routine.

As Khushi and Aarav moved out of the house, their steps were slow but steady, reflecting a mix of reluctance and resignation. Manvi, observing their departure, noticed the tiffins still resting on the kitchen counter. With a sudden realization, she hurried after them, her movements brisk and purposeful.

"Are, tiffin toh lo!" she called out, her voice carrying a note of playful urgency.

Khushi and Aarav turned to see Manvi approaching, their faces brightening as they saw her. They took the tiffins with smiles of gratitude. Khushi, her eyes twinkling with genuine appreciation, said, "Mumma, aaj se pehle meri aur dadda ki itni care karne waala nahi tha... Thank you."

Manvi's heart swelled with affection. She reached out and ruffled Khushi's hair with a tender touch. "Mumma is always there," she said softly, her voice warm and reassuring.

Khushi climbed into the car, settling into the seat as Aarav stood by the door, his gaze lingering on Manvi. He touched the tiffins, a smile of genuine contentment spreading across his face. For the first time, he was experiencing such thoughtful care, and it moved him deeply. "Kaash tum meri zindagi mein 20 saal pehle aayi hoti," he said, his voice tinged with a wistful longing.

Manvi's smile was gentle but held a hint of mischief. She glanced at Khushi, who was now seated comfortably in the car. "Agar main 20 saal pehle aati toh Khushi thodi hoti," she replied, her tone light yet filled with a sense of familial warmth.

Aarav chuckled, nodding in agreement. "Wo toh hai! Acha suno, tum ghar se bahar akele kahi mat jaana," he said, his concern evident. He was well aware that, after losing Maya, Manvi might find herself vulnerable and alone, and he wanted to make sure she was safe.

Manvi's smile remained steady, her eyes filled with reassurance. "Aap chinta mat kijiye, main kahi nahi jaungi," she promised, her tone firm and comforting.

With a final nod, Aarav entered the car and settled into the driver's seat. The engine roared to life, and he steered the vehicle towards Khushi's college. As they drove, Khushi, glancing at her father, broke the silence with a question. "Dadda, aapko sach mein laga ki main Maya ke paas chali gayi?"

Aarav's smile was a blend of relief and affection. "Maya se chenn laata, main tumhe kabhi uss andhere mein nahi jaane deta tumhe," he assured, his voice steady and filled with unwavering protection.

Khushi's eyes softened with emotion. "Dadda, aap best ho," she said, her voice full of heartfelt gratitude.

The car continued on its way, the morning sun casting a gentle light over the scene. Inside the vehicle, the bond between father and daughter was palpable, strengthened by their mutual trust and the care that defined their relationships. The journey ahead was marked by new beginnings and the promise of enduring support, as Manvi watched them drive away, her heart full of hope and quiet determination.