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"This way sir." Rudra and Bhavya followed the staff who was welcoming them in. It was an open area with few trees surrounded.

"Only a few are there," Bhavya spoke out loud glancing at the surrounding area. She inhaled deeply as the cool breeze hit her nostrils.

Most of the surface area was enclosed with carpet and some portion of the land was left as it is. Bricks were laid at the corners, intended to be used in the foundation after the Bhoomi puja. Bhavya looked around for her family member, around. Amusingly she found Annika and Shivaay standing at the farthest corner speaking to one of the committee members.

"Have I dressed appropriately? I have worn jeans and a top." Bhavya looked down scanning her outfit. Wearing an off-shoulder blue Riffles denim Bardot top paired with black pants, she felt eerie amongst all guests.

"No fine. Fashion is comfort." He laughed softly seeing her nervous about her dressing. "But we match together." He added glimpsing his casual outfit.

"Annika bhabi...take me there." She pleaded to him wanting to meet Annika as fast as she could, pointing in her direction. Rudra cackled at her enthusiasm.

"Come." He crashed her fingers with her and walked past people to meet them.

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"I wish you guys will join dinner with us." One of the business partners happily said to them.

"We would love to, but we are having a busy schedule. Next time." Annika declined with the sweetest voice.

After a few minutes of conversation, they both were alone. Both inwardly sighed and took their seats beside Chachi, who was busy shouting at her son through the phone. Shivaay shook his head and tried covering his ears with his hands but stopped seeing his wife glare at him. Passing a huge stupified smile, he leaned back.

"Will Sahil be able to take care of Zuri?" Shivaay asked still closing his eyes. In his thoughts, he believed that he was only competent to manage him.

"He is good. And Tiger like Sahil." Hearing her he twisted his mouth in annoyance. Annika chuckled seeing him in his 'Jealous Singh Oberoi' avatar.

Wearing a faux georgette a-line black Kurti, enhanced with golden print and crafted in round neck and quarter sleeves she looked gorgeous. Adding with them, a smart wrist adorned her wrist matching with her outfit.

"Hai." Rudra awkwardly waved in front of them. Annika smiled watching him frightened of her. Well, that was the result of her outburst.

"You know. I'm not so jadhalu type."  She grinned with a phrase she added with her name. "No need to be scared of me." She added.

"Well that was the first time, bhaiya curled up after being scolded. And that was amusing to me." Shivaay tried giving a stink eye to Rudra, however, Rudra wasn't affected by his glares.

"That has been on his regular basis." Annika balanced herself on her toes and planted a loud kiss on his cheeks, seeing him with a scowling face. He smiled at her acts, first, she would degrade in front of others but never let others do the same.

"Awee. That was pretty cool." Bhavya chirped happily watching them. An ideal couple. "Opps sorry. I will introduce myself. I'm Bhavya Rathod. ACP of Mumbai south. And Rudra's wife." She added seeing Shivaay with a confused face.

"I know you. You lead the team when Annika was kidnapped. Thank you." Shivaay stepped to her and thanked them. Bhavya was left with wide eyes and an open mouth at the thoughts of him remembering her.

"You know? I thought you would never remember a minor officer." She said sincerely. She was dumbfounded with his gentlemanly acts, subsiding all rumours.