His Replaced Dhulhan || 18+ ✔

|40.| Epilogue (1)

Her books

Vansh's pov

Today's the day my wife's dream becomes a reality. Her first book is being published, and I couldn't be prouder.

I've known about her writing since that day at the cafe, when her producer's background check landed in my inbox. But she never told me, assuming it wasn't worth mentioning.

Little does she know, I've been watching her pour her heart onto those pages in the safety of our balcony.

I've witnessed her dedication, her focus, and her passion. I've seen the late nights, the early mornings, and the endless cups of coffee. And with each passing day, our life has changed. We've started anew, leaving the shadows of the past behind. Arman's memory still lingers, but we've learned to heal.

Our new home, once a stranger's space, now echoes with laughter and love. Kashvi still connects with my grandma, but for me, the distance from my family is a necessary balm. I'm grateful for this fresh start, for the chance to support my wife's dreams, and to be her rock.

As I look at her, I see a woman who's found her voice, her purpose. And I know that today, when her book meets the world, she'll realize that her writing matters. That she matters. I'll be by her side, cheering her on.

As the clock ticks closer to the release of her debut book, my wife's nerves are palpable. She tries to brush it off, but I can see the anxiety etched on her face. Her laptop is open, refreshing the page every few seconds, as if willing someone to click the 'buy now' button. I know her too well; she's terrified of failure, of being ignored.

But I'm here, silently cheering her on. My own laptop is open, ready to purchase every first edition of her book. Not just to support her, but to share her talent with the world. I want everyone to see the brilliance that I see in her.

In just 10 minutes, her dream will be out there, vulnerable to the world's scrutiny. But I know she's ready. I've seen her pour her heart and soul into those pages. I've witnessed her tears, her doubts, and her fears. And I've seen her perseverance, her passion, and her determination.

As the countdown begins, I take her hand, my eyes locked on hers as if to whisper 'You've got this, You're a talented writer, and the world needs to read your words.' I can feel her tension ease, her grip on my hand tightening. Together, we'll face this moment, and many more to come. And when the world sees her book, they'll know what I already do - that she's a star, shining bright and beautiful.

.......

As Kashvi opened the package, her eyes widened in shock. "How did...?" she trailed off, confusion etched on her face.

The doorbell rang again, and I answered it to find a flurry of delivery personnel carrying stacks of flowers, balloons, and congratulatory gifts.

Kashvi's eyes grew wider. "What's going on?"

Suddenly, her phone exploded with notifications. She stared at the screen, her face pale.

"What is it?" I asked, concern creeping in.

"It's...my book," she stammered. "All the copies are sold out. In just two minutes."

The room fell silent.

Kashvi's eyes locked onto mine, accusation mixed with shock. "You knew, didn't you?"

I smiled sheepishly. "Maybe."

She took a step closer, her voice barely above a whisper. "Vansh, how did you...?"

"I may have pre-ordered a few copies," I admitted, trying to downplay the extent of my involvement.

Kashvi's eyes narrowed. "A few?"

I chuckled. "Okay, fine. I bought out the entire first print run."

Her jaw dropped. "Vansh!"

I held up my hands. "I wanted to surprise you. You deserve this moment."

Tears welled up in her eyes. "Thank you," she whispered, her voice trembling.

I pulled her into a hug. "You didn't have to tell me, Kashvi. I know you wanted to keep it a secret."

She pulled back, her eyes searching mine. "I'm sorry I didn't tell you. I was scared..."

I placed a finger on her lips. "You don't have to explain. I gave you space because I knew you needed it. You processed your thoughts, and that's what mattered."

Kashvi's face softened. "You always give me space when I need it. You never force me to talk about things I'm not ready to."

I smiled. "That's what partners are for."

As we hugged again, the tension dissipated, replaced by gratitude and love.

The rest of the evening was a blur of congratulations, interviews, and celebrations. Kashvi's book had taken the world by storm, and I couldn't be prouder.

As we settled in for the night, Kashvi snuggled into my side.

"Thank you for being my rock, Vansh," she whispered.

I wrapped my arms around her. "Forever and always, Kashvi."