"Ready?" Advik asked, strapping the belt of his watch and glancing at his wife, who was dressed in a lavender kurti and skirt. Her hair was parted in the middle, cascading down her shoulders, and a small black bindi rested between her brows.

"Not yet," she said, picking up the small oxidized jhumkas.

"May I?" He immediately asked, making her nod with a slight blush coating her cheeks. In his proximity, her heart raced at a fast rate, but still, he felt like her home.

He stood beside her and took the earrings, pushing her hair behind her back as he slid the loop from her piercing, locking it, and then went towards her other shoulder, repeating the same. All the while, her eyes admired him through the mirror.

Taking the vermilion box, he filled her partition with it and then pecked her forehead.

"I have something for you," Advik said and went towards the bedside table where he had kept a bouquet consisting of two sunflowers and brought it to her. She chuckled lightly, taking the bouquet and then tiptoed to reach his left cheek, pecking him there. It had been a ritual of his to give her some form of flowers every morning since their marriage. She thought he would get over it, but he continued to do it daily, without any compulsion, just out of his deep affection for her.

"It's not enough, Mrs. Advik," he whispered huskily into her ear, causing her to take a sharp breath. Her hand instinctively moved towards his shirt, lightly gripping it over his chest. She glanced at him shyly before kissing his neck just below his Adam's apple.

"Still not enough?" she asked, biting her lower lip as her hand rested on his abdomen. She could feel the firmness of his skin and the well-defined structure of his body through the thin fabric of his shirt, but she didn't pull back.

"You won't ever be enough, love," he whispered, glancing adoringly at her and then pecking her nose, making her giggle. Her eyes fell on the mirror, and a wide smile captured her lips.

"Advik, snap a picture of us through the mirror, please," she requested. He looked at her, still holding her in his arms, the bouquet in one hand, the other resting on his stomach, with her captured close to himself. Indeed, the reflection in the mirror looked pretty.

He immediately snapped a few shots.

"We look so pretty," she gushed as she looked at his phone, where he was pecking the side of her head, and she was pouting while showing the bouquet. He smiled, displaying his dimples, and then took the phone from her, saving it as his wallpaper.

"Made for each other types?" he questioned, raising his brows. His hands rose from her waist to her back as he gently pulled her closer. He waited for her response, and after a few moments, she nodded lightly.

"Just exclusively made for each other types, Mr. Mehrotra. You are mine, till the end of the universe," she spoke gently. Her eyes locked with his, and all he could see was love for him, making him feel overwhelmed. He pulled her closer, hugging her tightly as she reciprocated the hug with the same vigor.

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Amrita glanced at her daughter, who came out of her room with a prominent blush on her face, making her smile.

"What should I do, Mumma?" She asked, placing her dupatta on the dining table and moving towards the kitchen.

"Who prepared these?" Yashvi asked, glancing at the freshly prepared chole.

"Your brother," Amrita replied, moving toward the basin after kneading the dough. Darsh had been a great cook all along and always made sure to divide the chores with his mother.

"After your marriage, he has become more responsible. He prepares the food so that I won't tire myself. He pays the house help, maintenance charges. He honestly doesn't have much time, but he still makes sure to spend time with me so that I won't feel alone," Amrita said with adoration in her eyes towards her son, who suddenly seemed to have grown a lot in just a span of a month.

"Where is he?" Yashvi asked, glancing around and not seeing her brother. Her absence had surely made her brother more mature and responsible than he already was. Before her marriage, if she was around, he wouldn't even enter the kitchen. Now, he prepared the whole meal for her.

"He went outside to buy imarti. Now, go and make some buttermilk," Amrita said, making Yashvi nod as she went to the refrigerator to take out the curd.

"Maa, can I get some coffee?" Advik asked hesitantly as he entered the kitchen. Amrita looked at him and nodded with a smile.

"You are calling me Maa and even hesitate to ask for coffee. How will this work?" Amrita playfully asked while boiling the water, making Advik chuckle loudly.

"Breakfast will be ready in half an hour. We have chole, kachori, aloo zeera, and imarti," Yashvi said, glancing at the clock, which showed half-past eight in the morning. The Mehrotra's had a fixed schedule of having breakfast by half-past eight, so she knew her husband must be feeling hungry.

Advik glanced at her and nodded before looking around.

"Weren't you going to take Darsh to purchase a bike?" Advik gently murmured in his wife's ears. She looked at him and nodded. A bike was important for Darsh for easy transportation.

"Mumma, will you and Darsh come to see the bike? He can choose it according to his preferences," Yashvi asked, turning off the grinder and pouring the mint and coriander chutney into a bowl.

"Ask Darsh yourself," Amrita said, turning towards her son, who had just returned. Darsh looked at them in confusion before placing three carry bags on the kitchen counter.

"What?" He asked, glancing at his sister, who was looking anywhere but at him.

"I have decided to purchase a bike for you, Darsh. You need it. The scooter has become old, and it's time to sell it," Yashvi said as Advik took his coffee and left, leaving the three alone.

"Is it because of the accident I had? You told her, Mumma?" He asked, glancing at his mother, who looked elsewhere. Two weeks ago, Darsh had a small accident, skidding on his bike, though he didn't hurt himself much.

"She did, but I was planning to buy it for the past six months. I've even saved money for it from my salary each month, and now I have enough to buy a bike," Yashvi said, smiling broadly at him. Though as a Robotics Engineer working under the Mehrotras, Yashvi's income was high, her expenditures were also high. Her more than half salary goes towards the home loan, insurance, and savings.

Darsh looked at her and nodded, making her smile as she pulled his cheeks, which in turn made him groan and lightly slap the back of her head.

"I am older than you," Yashvi exclaimed loudly and playfully punched him in the stomach, but it ended up hurting her due to his strong and well-built body.

"I am older than you," Darsh mimicked with a playful grin, stomping on her foot.

"Stop it, both of you. Yashvi, you're married now, and Darsh, your brother-in-law is outside. What will he think of you two? I'll fry the kachoris. It's time for breakfast. Call Advik too," Amrita scolded them playfully, shaking her head in disbelief. She then started taking the dishes out while the siblings exchanged annoyed glances. Darsh headed towards the living room, and Yashvi left towards the dining table for setting the table.

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"The owner is my close friend, Karan Reddy. I'm sure they will have great choices," Advik said as he parked the car. He was followed by Darsh, Yashvi, and his mother-in-law. They stood outside a three-story showroom, which looked extremely luxurious and spacious.

As they entered, a good-looking man, the same age as Advik, walked towards him and embraced him in a manly hug.

"It's been a long time, man," Karan said as they pulled apart, then he turned to smile at Advik's family.

"Bhabhi, you are extremely gorgeous. How did this nerd manage to have such beauty to himself? I'm sorry I couldn't attend your wedding; I was out of India. Congratulations to both of you," Karan said in a teasing voice which later turned soft, glancing at Yashvi, who chuckled in return. Karan Reddy was a famous figure in the country who dealt in auto dealerships across Asia, Africa, and parts of Canada.

Yashvi noticed her mother and brother looking extremely uncomfortable, and Advik noticed this as well.

"Karan, we can discuss other matters later. This is Dr. Darsh Bansal, my brother, and my mother, Professor Amrita Bansal. We're here to purchase a bike for him for daily use," Advik introduced his in-laws and explained the reason for their visit. Yashvi was awed by the way he introduced her family as his own, and Advik noticed her awe. He gently held her hand, entwining their fingers. Darsh and Amrita also noticed and it filled them with warmth as a small smile covered their faces.

Karan smiled and shook hands with Darsh and Amrita, making them feel more at ease.

"It's a pleasure to meet you, Dr. Darsh, Professor Amrita," he said sincerely. "I've got a great selection of bikes in my showroom, and I'm sure we can find the perfect one for you. Please, make yourselves comfortable, and I'll have one of my staff assist you in a moment."

As Karan went to arrange for their bike selection, Advik led his family to a comfortable seating area within the showroom. He could see that they were still a little overwhelmed by the grandeur of the place.

"Relax," Advik reassured them. "Karan's a great friend, and he's going to take good care of us. We'll find a reliable bike for Darsh." 

After an hour, Darsh was finally satisfied with his bike and left to complete the procedures with the staff.

"Hello, Mr. Mehrotra," a man in his mid-fifties approached them. Amrita and Yashvi were preoccupied with their thoughts and didn't initially acknowledge his presence.

"Hello, Mr. Birla. What brings you here?" Advik greeted him formally, shaking the man's hand with a friendly smile.

"My son just turned eighteen, so I decided to gift him a bike. What about you?" Mr. Birla inquired, returning Advik's nod.

"My brother needed a bike," Advik replied in a slightly gruff tone. He then introduced his wife, saying, "This is my wife, Mrs. Yashvi Advik Bansal." Yashvi, still in shock at Mr. Birla's presence, didn't reacted at all.

As Mr. Birla continued speaking, Yashvi's shock grew. "She knows me better than you, Mr. Mehrotra. I am her father." He confidently asserted, catching Advik off guard. Yashvi and her mother looked stunned, her mother even teary-eyed, as she glanced at her ex-husband standing before them with his new wife and two children.

"You are just the sperm donor, Mr. Birla. Don't you dare claim my children as yours. I will kill you," Amrita vehemently retorted, her voice quivering and her hands trembling. Yashvi clutched her mother's hand in support.

Uday glared at Amrita, but his unwavering gaze didn't faze her. She returned his glare with equal intensity, her resolve unshaken. Advik, seething with anger, clenched his fists, his jaw rigid, as he faced the man who had the audacity to stand before him.

"I didn't know you married my daughter," Uday sneered, his tone dripping with arrogance as he dismissed Amrita and focused on Advik.

"My wife cannot be the daughter of a man like you," Advik snapped back, his anger barely contained. "Don't insult her by calling her your daughter. I might even forget the restraint I'm showing right now."

"You don't know me, Mr. Mehrotra. You can't insult me like that," Uday retorted furiously. He glanced at his daughter, who met his gaze with nothing but unadulterated hatred which pierced his heart.

"You are well aware of my capabilities. I can wipe out your existence within minutes, leaving you and your family in nothing but ruins," Advik whispered ominously. His face wore a dangerous smirk, and his eyes darkened with the intensity of his hatred. Yashvi watched him with loving eyes as he stood, fiercely protective of her and her mother.

Uday's stepdaughter, Siddhi, couldn't hide her jealousy and resentment. She had witnessed her father's pain, shed tears for the woman standing before her, the one who shared her father's blood.

"It would be best if you left now, Mr. Birla," Yashvi said calmly. Her free hand moved to grip Advik's, intertwining their fingers to draw strength from her husband.

Uday glanced at his daughter, his eyes moving towards her hands entwined with her mother and husband, and sighed, moving away. Uday's wife, Sudha, glanced at Amrita and left with her son and daughter.

Amrita declared, "Don't tell Darsh," as she sat on the sofa. She sneakily wiped her tears and glanced at her daughter, who had hugged her husband tightly, hiding her face in his chest as if protecting herself from every hurtful thing. She looked above, silently thanking the Almighty for at least blessing her daughter with a husband who loves her and is willing to go to any lengths for her.

Yashvi clutched Advik's back tightly, hiding herself in him as a tear fell from her eyes. Advik tried to pull himself away, but she didn't allow it. Thankfully, they were in a secluded corner. He gently tugged her left hand from behind his back, entwining their fingers as he gently pecked over it.

"I am here, and I will never let you face your battles alone, love," he whispered, caressing her hair, and she pulled herself away, looking at him with glassy eyes. His face was calm, and a small smile graced his face. He wiped away the traces of tears and pecked her forehead gently.

"Thank you for always being there for me, for grounding me when I feel like I'm spiraling. I don't know what I'd do without you," she murmured, looking into his eyes.

"You don't have to do anything alone. We're in this together, remember? And I promise you, no matter what happens, I'll always be by your side, supporting you every step of the way," he said, pecking her forehead again, making her smile with teary eyes as another tear cascaded down her cheeks.

He nodded in agreement, helping her sit beside her mother. He looked at Amrita, as if asking if she was fine. She nodded, caressing his head lovingly.

Darsh announced excitedly, "The procedures got completed. They will deliver the bike to our home," and then looked at the sober environment.

"Is everything fine?" he asked, looking at his mother, who nodded.

"It's time for lunch. There is a newly opened restaurant. Let's go there," Advik said, trying to divert their minds. This actually worked, as Darsh's stomach grumbled, making them all chuckle and Darsh whine.

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I was thinking to make an instagram account to promote this book, but realized I don't have enough strength neither the time. And above all, the male lead is green flag-_-

The chapter turned a little dramatic towards the end, but I hope you guys didn't mind.

Thankyou<3