The Right Kind of Wrong

Epilogue

Five years had passed since Savi first stepped into her role as an IAS officer, and life had taken on a new rhythm—one filled with purpose, ambition, and a love she hadn't known could deepen with each passing year. Her office was now more than just a job; it was a place where she poured her heart into policies that mattered, helping people and making an impact she'd once only dreamed of.

Meanwhile, Rajat's career as a lawyer flourished. Known for his dedication and passion, he had become one of Mumbai's most respected lawyers, often taking on cases that aligned with his commitment to justice and integrity. The two of them, though frequently busy, had mastered the art of weaving their worlds together, making time to support and celebrate each other's achievements.

Today, however, was different. Today was about them.

It was a cool evening, and the sky was painted in warm hues as Savi and Rajat sat on the balcony of their apartment, watching the sun dip below the horizon. They each held a glass of wine, savoring the moment of peace.

"To us," Rajat said, raising his glass with a smile that crinkled the corners of his eyes.

"To us," Savi echoed, clinking her glass against his.

They sipped in comfortable silence, letting the quiet settle around them, their hands entwined on the table. After a few minutes, Rajat turned to her, his gaze softened with a mix of love and admiration.

"You know, Savi, I never imagined I'd be lucky enough to have a life like this," he began, his voice thick with emotion. "Not just in terms of success, but in finding a partner who... who gets me."

Savi tilted her head, her smile warm. "I feel the same, Rajat. You've been my biggest support, my greatest confidant... I can't imagine being here, being who I am today, without you by my side."

Rajat took a deep breath, setting his glass down. There was a seriousness in his gaze, a spark that hinted at something more. "Savi... I've been thinking about this for a while now, and tonight feels like the right time."

Savi's heart skipped a beat, her pulse quickening as she met his gaze. "Rajat?"

He stood, slipping his hand into his pocket and pulling out a small velvet box. Savi's breath hitched as he dropped to one knee, a soft, reverent smile on his face.

"Savi Chavan," Rajat began, his voice steady and filled with conviction. "From the moment I met you, you turned my world upside down. You made me question everything I thought I knew about love, about commitment, about finding someone who makes every challenge worth it."

Savi's eyes filled with tears, her hand coming up to cover her mouth as she listened to his words, each one tugging at her heart.

"I love you, Savi, more than I ever thought possible. And I want to spend the rest of my life with you, facing every high, every low, every crazy moment together. Will you marry me?"

She could hardly breathe, overwhelmed with joy as she nodded, barely able to get the words out. "Yes, Rajat! A thousand times, yes!"

A cheer broke out from the apartment as their close friends, who had been quietly watching from behind the living room door, burst out in celebration. Rajat slipped the ring onto her finger, and they shared a heartfelt, tear-filled kiss as their friends clapped and cheered around them.

They moved the celebration indoors, their friends gathering around to toast to their future. As glasses clinked and laughter filled the air, Savi looked around at the people who had become family, the ones who had seen them through every struggle and every victory.