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The tour of Rajasthan was over now. And finally from Jaipur they were going to ride back to Jaisalmer via helicopter. Kashi had packed everything for their return to Jaisalmer. 

She looked at Shivansh. " Shivansh ji, the trip is the best time of my life." said Kashi. She always wanted to explore Rajasthan and she got an opportunity. Shivansh looked at his wife while picking the bundle of shirts.

" Yeah, right. " he said and then he kept the bundle of shirt inside his luggage. Kashi smiled. After that they got ready to leave. " Can you give me that coat?" he asked while tying the tie. " Here." she said while coming to him.

She helped him wearing the coat. " Thanks Kashi." he said and then gave a kiss on the temple of Kashi. She smiled. After that they both came to the terrace. Their helicopter was standing there. 

They both sat inside and then headed towards Jaisalmer. Pratap palace, Naina was running here and there. When Yuhan would hold her tightly. " Yuhan ji." said Naina while holding his shoulders. 

" Why are you running here and there like a horse? " he asked, " Bhai sa and Bhabhi sa are coming back. I have to prepare for their welcome." said Naina, " Oh that means my sister is also coming back. I have to get her a gift." said Yuhan.

Naina folded her hands. " What will you give her?" asked Naina. Yuhan smirked. " Don't you worry. I will get the best gift for my sister." said Yuhan. Naina was a little confused. 

" What are you going to do?" asked Naina. Yuhan laughed and then left from there. " This man is weird." said Naina and then went from there. 

Meanwhile, in another part of the palace, Prisha was lost in her thoughts. She had been thinking about Vedant all day. The memory of their last conversation lingered in her mind, filling her with a warmth she couldn't quite describe. 

Vedant had been so kind, so understanding, and she couldn't help but feel drawn to him more with each passing day.

Prisha was standing by the window, looking out at the gardens below, when her phone buzzed. She smiled as she saw Vedant's name flash on the screen. Answering the call, she heard his deep, familiar voice.

"Prisha, where are you?" Vedant asked, his tone gentle yet firm.

Prisha blushed slightly, her heart fluttering at the sound of his voice. "I'm in my room, Kuver sa," she replied, using the affectionate title she had given him, which meant 'lord' or 'prince' in the traditional sense.

Vedant chuckled softly. "Kuver sa? You know I love it when you call me that." he said, his voice tinged with a hint of playfulness.

Prisha smiled, feeling a surge of affection for him. "And I love calling you that. It suits you perfectly." she confessed softly.

"You flatter me, Prisha, but you know, I'd like to see you before Hukum sa and Kashi return. Can you meet me in the garden?" Vedant responded, his voice filled with warmth.

Prisha's heart skipped a beat at his request. There was something in his voice that made her feel special, like she was the most important person in the world to him. "Of course, Kuver sa. I'll be there in a few minutes." she replied, trying to keep her excitement in check.

As she made her way to the garden, Prisha couldn't help but think about how much her life had changed since Vedant had entered it. He had a way of making her feel cherished, loved, and respected. He was everything she had ever wanted in a partner and more.

When she reached the garden, she found Vedant standing by the fountain, his back to her. He was dressed in a traditional kurta, his posture relaxed yet regal. The sight of him made her heart swell with love.