Aarav and Manvi arrived at the airport, the bustling atmosphere buzzing around them. Aarav was a picture of confidence as he strode through the terminal, casually checking in while exuding an effortless charm. The air hostess behind the counter, Miss Shalini, caught sight of him and flashed a bright smile, her eyes sparkling with playful mischief.

"Sexy man," she said, her tone light and teasing as she handed him his boarding pass.

"Thank you! But I am married," Aarav replied smoothly, his gaze shifting to Manvi, who stood beside him, her expression a mix of amusement and pride.

Shalini, not one to back down easily, turned her attention to Manvi with a cheeky grin. "Yeh? Kya dekha isme aapne? I mean, do saal pehle mujhse hi shaadi kar lete, par aapko toh commitment se darr lagta tha..." Her words hung in the air, light-hearted yet edged with curiosity.

Aarav, unfazed, responded with a confident smirk, "Miss Shalini! Tumhe apni job permanent chahiye thi isliye tum mere saath thi... aur rahi baat meri biwi ki, toh wo meri beti ki maa hai aur bina kisi swarth ke matlab ke mere saath khadi rehti hai." His voice was firm, laced with a sense of pride and protectiveness that sent a warm shiver through Manvi.

Shalini's smile faltered, and she quickly replied, "Sorry, Mr. Malhotra." There was a hint of embarrassment in her tone, the playful banter losing its charm in the face of Aarav's serious demeanor.

"You better be! Main apni biwi ki insult bardasht nahi karunga," Aarav warned, his eyes narrowing slightly, signaling that he meant every word. He then turned to Manvi, taking her hand in his with a firm yet gentle grip, their fingers interlocking seamlessly.

As they walked towards the departure gate, Manvi couldn't help but smile up at him, her heart swelling with affection. The charming Casanova she had known in the past was now fully devoted to her, transformed by love and commitment. The warmth of their connection radiated between them, a silent promise of support and partnership as they embarked on this new adventure together. Each step they took echoed with the love they had built, casting aside the shadows of the past and embracing the joy of the journey ahead.

As Manvi settled into her seat on the plane, memories of her past flickered through her mind like a distant, haunting melody. She recalled how her ex-husband, Dhruv, would belittle her in front of others, his cruel words a constant reminder of her insecurities. But in stark contrast, Aarav had always been her shield, fiercely protective of her dignity and self-worth. The thought warmed her heart, a bittersweet reminder of how far she had come.

Excitement bubbled within Manvi as the plane began to taxi down the runway, the engines roaring to life and vibrating through her very core. It was her first time flying, and the anticipation coursing through her veins was electrifying. She felt a mix of thrill and nervousness, her heart racing with every bump and turn of the aircraft. As she glanced out the window, watching the ground slip away, she turned to Aarav, her eyes sparkling with curiosity and wonder. "Kitna time lagega?" she asked, her voice barely containing the excitement.

"Eight hours," Aarav replied, his tone calm and steady. His reassuring presence beside her was a comfort, grounding her as the plane lifted off the ground. The sensation of rising into the sky was surreal; the world below became a patchwork of colors and shapes, and Manvi couldn't help but smile in awe.

"Itna samay! Khushi se baat nahi ho payegi. Main use phone kar leti hun," she said, already reaching for her phone. The instinct to check on their daughter was instinctual, a nurturing reflex that had become second nature to her. She wanted to ensure that Khushi was doing well, even from miles above the ground.

The call connected quickly, and Khushi's bright, enthusiastic voice filled her ears. "Mumma, boarded?"

"Haan! Beta, khayal rakhna aapna... aur tumne khana khaya na?" Manvi asked, her concern threading through her words, a mother's worry creeping in as it always did. The love she felt for her daughter was palpable, even across the distance.

"Yes, Mumma!" Khushi replied cheerfully, her voice like a balm to Manvi's anxious heart. The call ended, but the sound of her daughter's voice lingered in her mind, providing a comforting anchor amidst the whirlwind of emotions swirling inside her.

Aarav observed Manvi with a soft smile, admiration shining in his eyes. He appreciated how different she was from his ex-wife, who had never cared for him or their daughter. Manvi's world revolved around them; her love was unconditional and nurturing, wrapping them both in a warmth they had longed for. As the plane soared higher, so too did Aarav's sense of hope for their future together. They were embarking on a journey not just across miles but also towards healing and happiness, hand in hand.

As the hum of the airplane's engines faded into a soothing background noise, Manvi felt her eyelids grow heavy. The gentle sway of the plane lulled her into a comfortable slumber, her head resting softly on Aarav's shoulder. Aarav glanced down at her, a warm smile spreading across his face at the sight of her peaceful expression. He reached for the blanket, covering her snugly, ensuring she was warm and comfortable.

When the plane touched down with a gentle jolt, Aarav leaned closer and softly said, "Manvi, hum pahuch gaye." The sound of his voice brought her back to consciousness, and she blinked sleepily, a bright smile blooming on her face. "Chalo!" she replied, her excitement bubbling to the surface.

As they disembarked the plane, Manvi's senses were immediately overwhelmed. The vibrant atmosphere of the airport, the smell of fresh coffee wafting through the air, and the bustling energy around her filled her with anticipation. Collecting their luggage, they stepped outside into the crisp air. Manvi was left utterly mesmerized by the beauty that surrounded her—majestic mountains framed by lush greenery, the sun casting a golden hue over everything.

Once inside the hotel car, she turned to Aarav, her eyes wide with wonder. "Aaravji, yeh sab kitna sundar hai!" she exclaimed, her voice laced with excitement and awe as she took in the breathtaking views through the car window.

Aarav smiled at her, his heart swelling with affection. "Tumse zyada nahi," he replied playfully, his eyes twinkling as he admired her joy. The sincerity of his words made her cheeks flush with warmth, a delightful shyness enveloping her.

In that moment, as the car glided through the picturesque landscape, Manvi felt a deep sense of contentment. The world outside was breathtaking, but the way Aarav looked at her made her feel even more beautiful. This journey was not just a getaway; it was a celebration of their love, a new chapter in their lives filled with hope and happiness.

As they entered the honeymoon suite of the Grant Hotel, the luxurious surroundings enveloped them in an ambiance of romance and tranquility. Manvi's eyes widened as she stepped onto the balcony, her breath catching at the sight before her. The majestic mountains loomed in the distance, their peaks capped with glistening snow under the clear blue sky.

"Hey Ram! Aaravji, yahan hotel bahut expensive hoga na!" she exclaimed, a hint of concern threading through her words as she turned to Aarav, her hands clasped together in a mix of awe and disbelief.

Aarav simply smiled, his gaze unwavering. "Tumse zyada zaroori kuch nahi hai! And you are the wife of business tycoon Aarav Malhotra. Isse zyada kar sakta hun tumhare liye," he replied, his tone light yet sincere, the pride evident in his voice. The warmth of his assurance wrapped around Manvi like a cozy blanket, easing her worries.

"Mujhe toh sirf aapka waqt chahiye," she said softly, her eyes sparkling with emotion. It was a simple request, yet it held profound meaning—a desire for connection, intimacy, and the joy of being together away from the world's distractions.

Aarav's heart swelled at her words. "Agle ek hafte ke liye, mera pura waqt tumhara hai. No phone calls, no office," he promised, his voice steady and reassuring. In that moment, everything outside their little bubble faded away; all that mattered was the two of them, standing together in this idyllic setting.

With a radiant smile lighting up her face, Manvi stepped forward and wrapped her arms around him in a warm embrace. The hug was tender and filled with unspoken promises, the perfect blend of comfort and love. In that moment, surrounded by the beauty of the mountains and the warmth of their affection, they both knew this was the start of something truly special.

"Fresh ho jao, main khana yahi mangwata hun... take rest, kal se apna honeymoon shuru," Aarav said teasingly, a playful grin spreading across his face. The warmth of his words wrapped around Manvi like a cozy blanket, promising relaxation and comfort after their long journey.

Manvi nodded, her heart fluttering with excitement and anticipation for the days ahead. She quickly changed into a comfortable outfit, eager to unwind. Meanwhile, Aarav set the dining table, carefully arranging the dishes he had ordered, ensuring everything was perfect for their first meal together in this beautiful setting.

As they sat down to eat, the fragrant aroma of the food filled the air, mingling with the sounds of soft laughter and gentle conversation. They savored the delicious meal, stealing glances at each other, their smiles conveying the joy of being together in this moment. After finishing their food, they laid down on the bed, exhaustion from the day finally settling in.

Feeling a wave of nostalgia wash over her, Manvi picked up her phone and called Khushi, wanting to hear her daughter's voice. "Khushi, college mein ho?" she asked, her tone laced with concern and affection.

"Oh god! Mumma! Please be with Dadda... unki patni bano! Meri Mumma nahi samjhi aap, no calling me!" Khushi declared with an exasperated sigh before ending the call, her words a mix of playful admonition and teenage defiance.

Manvi felt a twinge of sadness at Khushi's words, realizing how her daughter was trying to assert her independence while also longing for her parents to enjoy their time together. Aarav, noticing her expression, glanced at her and smiled, sensing the weight of the moment. "Padh gayi beti ki daant? Akela nahi chod sakti ho na usey?" he teased gently, trying to lighten her mood.

"Sorry," Manvi replied softly, a hint of guilt in her voice.

"Sleep now," Aarav encouraged, his tone tender and soothing. He could see the weariness in her eyes, and he wanted nothing more than for her to feel relaxed and at peace. As Manvi closed her eyes, the worries of the outside world began to fade, replaced by the comforting presence of Aarav beside her. In that serene moment, they both surrendered to the gentle embrace of sleep, ready to embark on their honeymoon journey together, side by side.

Malhotra Mansion

Khushi sat on the plush couch in the living room, the glow of the television flickering across her face as she half-heartedly watched a film. The laughter and drama on screen felt distant, overshadowed by a heavy sense of longing. "Yeh dono ko kitna miss kar rahi hun main! 7 din kaise niklenge?" she thought, her heart aching with each passing minute they were away.

With a soft sigh, she turned off the television, the silence of the mansion echoing around her. The stillness felt almost overwhelming, amplifying her sense of solitude. She stood up, brushing off the imaginary dust from her pajama pants, and made her way to her parents' room, each step fueled by a mix of nostalgia and yearning.

As she entered the room, the familiar scent of lavender and sandalwood enveloped her, instantly comforting. The bed was perfectly made, the pillows fluffed, yet it felt incomplete without the warmth of her parents. Khushi climbed onto the soft, inviting bed, pulling the blanket over herself. She nestled into the pillows, their faint scent bringing back memories of laughter, love, and the unbreakable bond they shared.

"Jaldi se wapas aao, Mumma Dadda... aap dono ke bina toh ek din bhi kaatna muskil hota hai," she murmured into the fabric, her voice barely above a whisper. The words hung in the air, a silent prayer for their safe return.

Khushi closed her eyes, picturing her parents her mother's warm smile, her father's protective embrace. In this sanctuary of memories, she felt a flicker of hope, knowing that soon enough, they would be back to fill the house with their laughter again.

As morning light filtered through the curtains, Khushi stirred in her sleep, the soft rays gently coaxing her awake. With a groggy stretch, she sat up, the remnants of her dream fading into the bright day ahead. "Today's the day," she thought, shaking off the lingering sleepiness.

She jumped out of bed, her heart racing as she glanced at the clock on her bedside table. "Oh no, I'm late!" The panic spurred her into action, and she hurriedly rummaged through her wardrobe, throwing on a comfortable pair of jeans and a vibrant top.

In the kitchen, the comforting aroma of breakfast filled the air, mingling with the sound of Sharda bustling about. "Beta, nashta karke jao!" Sharda called out, her voice laced with maternal concern as she set the table with care.

"Daadi, bahut late ho gayi hun! College mein kha lungi!" Khushi replied, her words tumbling out in a rush as she grabbed her bag and slipped on her shoes.

Sharda watched her granddaughter, a hint of worry creasing her brow. "Manvi ke bina na, yeh ghar ab chalta hi nahi hai waqt par..." she sighed, the absence of her daughter-in-law palpable in the hurried chaos of the morning routine. The house, once filled with laughter and warmth, now felt slightly empty, the absence of Manvi's nurturing presence echoing in every corner.

As Khushi rushed out the door, Sharda couldn't help but hope that her family would soon be whole again, bringing back the rhythm of love and care that had been missing in their lives.

As Khushi entered her college, the vibrant energy of students bustling around filled the air, but her heart felt slightly heavy with longing for her parents. She settled into her seat, her mind still wandering back to the cozy memories of home. The professor began the lecture, but Khushi's thoughts often drifted, landing back on her mother and father enjoying their honeymoon.

During a break between classes, her friend, Neha, approached her, a teasing grin on her face. "Khushi, tumhari mumma aajkal tumhare liye achha sa lunch nahi bhejti!" she exclaimed, her eyes sparkling with mischief.

Khushi chuckled, leaning back in her chair. "Mumma aur dadda honeymoon pe gaye hai," she replied, a hint of pride creeping into her voice. The thought of her parents finally taking a break filled her with joy, despite the pang of missing them.

"Wow! Matlab you will have a sibling?" Neha asked, raising her eyebrows in excitement.

Khushi shook her head, laughter escaping her lips. "Nahi, I won't! Mere dadda aur mumma ki life mein bahut kuch hua hai; they needed this time..." Her voice trailed off, a moment of seriousness weaving through her lighthearted banter. She understood the weight of their past struggles, and the necessity of this getaway.

Neha tilted her head, studying her friend. "Khushi, tum apne mumma-papa ke baare mein kitna sochti ho..." she remarked, half impressed and half teasing.

Khushi shrugged, a smile dancing on her lips. "Sochna padta hai... dono nahi sochte na," she replied with a chuckle, her laughter ringing through the air, lightening the mood. The bond she shared with her parents was deep, and while she missed them dearly, she also felt a sense of responsibility to ensure they found happiness together.