Fragrance of love

40. TWO WEDDINGS

AUTHOR'S POV

...extra attention from their little moment in the corner. They rejoined the celebration with hearts still beating fast, both of them feeling the thrill of their connection in that private moment.

As they mingled back into the crowd, friends came up to congratulate Armaan and Saanvi, and in between all the hugs, laughter, and excited chatter, Shanaya caught glimpses of Saransh's subtle glances at her. Each one was like a silent promise, a reminder of how special she was to him.

Shruti sidled up to Shanaya, eyes twinkling. "So, is this love-struck glow from Saransh, or is it just the party lights working their magic?"

Shanaya laughed, nudging her friend. "Let's just say... maybe a little bit of both."

Shruti grinned knowingly. "I'll bet on Saransh any day."

As the night went on, the party was in full swing, but it was clear to Shanaya and Saransh that the celebration wasn’t just for Armaan and Saanvi. Their own unspoken love and promises were being celebrated too, hidden in glances, in the warmth of a dance, in the comfort of being beside each other.

Finally, as the night wound down and guests started to leave, Saransh pulled Shanaya close one last time, whispering, "This is just the beginning, princess. Our story has a long way to go."

She smiled up at him, squeezing his hand in reply. "And I'm ready for every single moment of it."

Together, they left the party, hearts full, ready to face whatever came their way next.

The next morning, Saransh was back at his office, seated behind his sleek mahogany desk, the quiet hum of activity around him. He’d barely had any sleep after last night, but there was a new energy, a quiet happiness lighting him up from within. His phone buzzed with notifications and meeting reminders, but his mind kept drifting back to Shanaya, to the way she looked under the stars, to the feeling of finally being by her side.

A knock on the door interrupted his thoughts, and his assistant, Aditya, walked in with a stack of files. Aditya placed them on the desk and raised an eyebrow at Saransh’s unusually cheerful expression.

"Good morning, sir," Aditya greeted, unable to hide his curiosity. "Looks like someone had a great night."

Saransh smirked, leaning back in his chair. "You could say that."

Aditya cleared his throat, picking up on his boss's unusually light mood. "Well, then, since you’re in a good mood, we’ve got a packed schedule today. There’s a meeting with the overseas clients at noon, followed by the board discussion, and then…"

Before he could finish, Saransh held up a hand, still grinning. "Aditya, how about we add one more thing to the list?"

"Of course, sir. What’s on your mind?"

Saransh glanced out the window, an idea sparking. "I want you to arrange a dinner for the entire team next week. We’ve been working hard; it’s time to celebrate."

Aditya looked mildly surprised but quickly nodded. "Got it. I’ll take care of it."

As Aditya left, Saransh turned back to the files in front of him, finally getting into work mode. But even as he immersed himself in reports and emails, a small smile lingered, and every so often, his gaze would drift to his phone, half-expecting a message from Shanaya.

Hours passed, and by afternoon, he was in the conference room for the meeting with the overseas clients. He kept his usual professional demeanor, handling questions with ease, presenting proposals, and fielding feedback. But there was a spark, an extra bit of confidence in his voice that didn’t go unnoticed by his team.