An arranged love story of two independent souls who hold their family traditions and culture close to their hearts. What happens when their worlds collide? When they meet, bringing with them their own dreams, ambitions, and past experiences, and ent...
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The Mumbai skyline glowed in hues of gold and lavender as dawn kissed the glass panels of the Shekhawat penthouse. On the 32nd floor, the city stirred below-cars honking, waves crashing faintly in the distance, and seagulls circling the coastline. But within the calm cocoon of their home, time moved slower.
Hukum lay awake, head turned toward the sight that melted him every time. Chaitanya lay nestled between their twins, one arm wrapped around Hridhaan and the other protectively over Hridha. The soft whirl of the air conditioner played in rhythm with their breaths.
From the chaotic heart of Mumbai, their lives had taken on a new melody. No longer just the two of them tangled in their own intensity. Now, they were a family.
Chaitanya's career had blossomed ever since she launched her own finance consultancy-now one of the most talked-about firms in India. Between client meetings, staff mentoring, and expansion plans, she still managed to do morning cuddles, school drops, and pack the twins' favorite fruit boxes.
Ayushman had found his own balance. He wasn't just the CEO with a sharp gaze and empire under his name-he was the dad who sat cross-legged on the marble floor helping Hridhaan build robots out of Legos, or letting Hridha dress him in dupattas for her "fashion show."
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The dynamic between them had evolved, yet never wavered. Amidst the growing responsibilities, they always managed to steal moments just for themselves-a long kiss in the kitchen, teasing glances across a crowded room, holding hands while watching the city lights from their balcony.
Their twins, now five, had blossomed with their own personalities. Hridha was fire wrapped in sugar. Clever, assertive, and always ready with a witty comeback. Hridhaan was her quiet mirror-gentle, observant, the peace to her whirlwind. Though different, their bond as twins was unbreakable.
While Chaitanya ensured that both kids were treated equally, Hukum's soft spot for Hridha was evident. He'd braid her hair in the mornings, let her paint his nails with glitter, and once, even wore fairy wings to her school's dress-up day. With Hridhaan, Chaitanya made sure he always felt equally cherished-through bedtime stories, whispered secrets, and quiet reassurances.
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