Mumbai:THE CITY of DREAMS.

epilogue

The day of their coronation arrived in all its grandeur and splendor. Ananya and Ayaan were about to step into the most important roles of their lives—King and Queen. The royal palace was a flurry of activity, draped in gold and crimson, adorned with flowers, and brimming with royalty from across the world. It was a historic moment, and the entire nation looked on with pride and anticipation.

Ayaan stood tall, regal in his ceremonial attire. The weight of responsibility was evident, but there was a quiet confidence in his demeanor. By his side, Ananya was breathtaking in her royal green saree, the very same color she had worn at their wedding. The symbolic choice hadn't gone unnoticed by the royal family. Her grace and strength radiated through the crowd as she moved, embodying the perfect balance of a queen—powerful, yet compassionate.

As they were crowned King and Queen, the cheers from the crowd reverberated through the palace. Ananya, though outwardly composed, felt a surge of emotion—this was more than a title. It was a testament to the journey they had taken together. She glanced at Ayaan, who caught her gaze and gave her a subtle, reassuring smile. In that moment, she felt it—they weren't just king and queen. They were partners, and this was a new chapter of their lives.

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The coronation was followed by a lavish celebration—a banquet that showcased the rich culture and heritage of the kingdom. Royal families from across the globe congratulated the new king and queen, but what stood out was how Ayaan and Ananya moved through the crowd together, an unbreakable team.

Ayaan had always been charming and composed, but there was a newfound depth in his role as king. His speeches, his interactions with dignitaries—it was as if he had been born for this moment. And by his side, Ananya proved to be the queen the nation had hoped for. She carried herself with poise, her legal acumen shining through in her conversations with diplomats and leaders. They complemented each other perfectly, and it was clear to everyone that they would rule together, side by side.

At one point in the evening, Ananya noticed Ayaan stealing glances at her. He looked at her as if she were the only person in the room, even amidst hundreds of guests. She felt a warmth spread through her chest—he had always made her feel special, but tonight, it was something deeper. He wasn't just proud of her for standing by his side as queen; he was in awe of her strength and grace.

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When the night's festivities began to wind down, Ananya pulled Ayaan aside, leading him to a quieter corner of the palace. Ayaan raised an eyebrow, curious but amused. "What's this about?" he asked.

"I wanted to give you something," Ananya said, a soft smile playing on her lips. She handed him a small box, carefully wrapped in rich velvet. Ayaan looked surprised—he hadn't expected a gift on this day. He unwrapped it slowly, revealing a handcrafted bracelet made of dark wood and silver, with intricate carvings along the band.

"These symbols..." Ayaan trailed off, recognizing the intricate patterns. It was a design that represented his family's royal heritage but woven together with symbols of love and protection.

"I had this made for you," Ananya explained, her voice soft. "It's to remind you that no matter how heavy the crown gets, you're not carrying it alone. I'm with you. Always."

Ayaan's heart swelled with emotion. He hadn't realized how much he needed something like this—a reminder that he wasn't alone in his new role. He had Ananya, his queen, his partner, every step of the way.

"Ananya..." he whispered, pulling her close. "This is... this is the most meaningful gift anyone has ever given me."

Ananya smiled, brushing a hand against his cheek. "You give me strength every day. I just wanted you to know you do the same for me."

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Later that night, when they finally retreated to their private chambers, the weight of the day's events began to sink in. The palace was quiet now, and it was just the two of them, basking in the afterglow of everything they had accomplished. Ayaan, ever the composed king in public, let his guard down entirely in front of her.

As they sat together, Ayaan pulled Ananya into his lap, wrapping his arms around her like a clingy child. Ananya laughed softly at the way he held her, so different from the confident king the world saw.

"I've been waiting for this all day," he murmured, nuzzling his face into the crook of her neck. "No more speeches, no more guests. Just you and me."

Ananya rested her head on his shoulder, her fingers tracing gentle patterns along his arm. "It's been quite the day, hasn't it?" she whispered.

Ayaan nodded, his arms tightening around her. "I wouldn't have gotten through it without you."

Ananya smiled, feeling his warmth against her. "I wouldn't be here without you, Ayaan."

There was a pause, and then, in the quiet of their room, she whispered, "I love you, Ayaan."

Ayaan's heart skipped a beat. He had known it, of course. They both had. But hearing her say it, especially after the day they had shared, made everything feel more real, more intimate. He tilted her face up, his eyes searching hers.

"I love you too, Ananya," he whispered, pressing his forehead against hers. "More than anything."

They stayed like that for a while, simply holding each other, savoring the moment. Ayaan, usually the composed one, was now openly clingy, refusing to let go of her, as if grounding himself in the comfort she provided. Ananya found it endearing, running her fingers through his hair, adoring him for his vulnerability.

"You're my home," Ayaan said suddenly, his voice barely above a whisper. "No matter where we are, what we're doing—you're the only place I want to be."

Ananya felt her heart swell at his words. She cupped his face in her hands, brushing a gentle kiss against his lips. "And you're mine."

The weight of the day dissolved into the background as they held each other close, knowing that no matter what challenges came their way, they would always have this—their love, their bond. And as the new King and Queen, they were ready to face whatever the future held, hand in hand, always supporting each other.

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