Lucky To Have You

Achivement

As they descended the staircase, every step felt charged with a quiet energy between them. Varun’s hand rested over hers, a comforting presence that made her feel both protected and cherished.

Ananya could feel his gaze drift over to her every few moments, as if he couldn’t quite believe she was real—and each time, she felt a soft thrill ripple through her.

When they reached the bottom of the stairs, their families, already waiting, turned to look at them. There was a shared gasp as they took in the sight of the couple, so perfectly coordinated, and there was no denying how well they fit together.

Their parents exchanged knowing smiles, and even some of Varun’s younger cousins whispered excitedly to each other, casting admiring glances at Ananya and Varun.

Varun gently tightened his grip on her arm, leaning in close enough that she could feel his warm breath at her ear.

“They’re not the only ones who can’t take their eyes off you,” he murmured, his voice low, carrying that touch of admiration and quiet possessiveness.

Ananya’s cheeks flushed as she glanced up at him. She tried to find the words to respond, but he was looking at her with that familiar mix of warmth and intensity that made her heart flutter.

She smiled shyly, her eyes shining as she whispered back, “Then I guess we’re both lucky, aren’t we?”

They exchanged a soft, knowing glance before Varun led her toward the door, helping her into the waiting car as their families followed.

The gentle, caring gesture of him taking her hand again didn’t go unnoticed; it felt both casual and deeply meaningful, grounding her in the calm of his presence.

Inside the car, they sat close, their hands still linked, the quietness around them almost sacred.

Varun’s thumb traced gentle circles over her hand, as if even in this small moment, he couldn’t help but cherish her. They shared a lingering look, no words needed to express what they both felt.

As the car finally pulled up to the event, the doors opened, revealing a dazzling evening ahead.

But as they stepped out, still holding each other’s hand, neither one of them paid attention to the flashing lights or the curious eyes of the crowd.

In that moment, all they saw was each other, as if the entire world had faded away into the background, leaving just the two of them, ready to step forward together into whatever came next.

The grand ballroom hummed with life, guests adorned in their finest, their voices a soft murmur of congratulations and business talk.

The evening was a perfect blend of elegance and exclusivity, with towering chandeliers casting a warm glow over everything. The event felt like a world all its own—a celebration of success, wealth, and influence.

And at the center of it all, Ananya stood—elegant, poised, and unshakably confident.

She was the picture of regal strength, her figure draped in a black dress that clung to her body in all the right ways, exuding authority with every inch.

Though her family and Varun’s were present, their presence did little to shift her attention from the moment that was about to define her.

Varun stood beside her, his gaze occasionally drifting to her, but there was a quiet reverence in the way he looked at her. He had always admired her, but tonight, he saw her in a new light.

The woman before him wasn’t just a girl from a family he had been introduced to—she was a force. A woman who had carved her own path, and no matter what came next, nothing could diminish the power she exuded.

Ananya’s family, ever so restrained, sat in their seats. Her father’s eyes occasionally flickered with pride, but it was subtle, hidden beneath a layer of control.

Her mother, as always, sat with an air of grace, but there was something new—something different about the way they looked at their daughter tonight. Ananya felt it.

They had always seen her as someone to mold, someone who would follow their orders. But tonight, she was a queen, and they were merely subjects in her court.

As the ceremony continued, the room was filled with a soft buzz of anticipation. The time had finally arrived—the moment she had worked tirelessly for.

When the host took the microphone again, there was a shift in the atmosphere. People stopped talking. Eyes turned toward the stage.

“The next award,” the host announced, his voice commanding the attention of the entire room,

“is for the ‘Most Promising Growing Company.’ The recipient of this prestigious award has not only shown incredible growth, but the vision to redefine the future of their industry.

And this year, the award goes to… Ananya Sinha, Founder and CEO of Virella Enterprise!”

For a brief moment, silence filled the room. The applause came in waves—shocking, reverent, and overwhelming. But through it all, Ananya stood still, regal, unflinching.

Her posture was impeccable, her eyes unwavering as she made her way to the stage, each step deliberate and commanding. The eyes of the crowd were on her, but Ananya’s focus was laser-sharp, her gaze unwavering as she moved forward.

She didn’t need to hurry. She was the queen of her own world, and the world was waiting for her to take her throne.

As she reached the stage, the host handed her the trophy with an expression of deep admiration. She looked the host in the eyes, her voice smooth, as she accepted the honor.

“Thank you,” she said, her tone calm and measured, her gaze sweeping the room. “This award is not just a recognition of my company’s growth. It is a reflection of the hard work, the late nights, the relentless dedication of the team that made this possible. And most importantly, it’s a reminder that no matter how high the expectations placed on me, I will always rise above them. This is only the beginning.”

Her voice rang out like a queen addressing her court, every word calculated to leave a mark. The applause grew louder, but Ananya held herself high, her shoulders back, her chin lifted slightly, as if the entire room belonged to her.

She turned to the audience, her eyes settling first on her parents. There was no mistaking the look in her eyes—the silent acknowledgment that she had done this on her own, without their intervention. They had wanted her to follow their path, but Ananya had forged her own.

Her gaze shifted to Varun. He was staring at her with a mixture of admiration and awe. She didn’t need to explain herself to him. She didn’t need to do anything but stand there in her full glory, letting him see her as she truly was.

“Tonight,” she continued, her voice laced with the kind of confidence that only came from knowing she had earned her place, “I don’t just stand here as the founder of a company. I stand here as someone who’s finally in control of her own fate. No one else gets to decide what I do, who I am, or where I go from here. That power is mine.”

As she finished speaking, the room fell into an awed silence before another round of applause erupted, louder than before.

But Ananya wasn’t swayed by the noise. She didn’t need the validation of others. The power was already in her hands.

She turned gracefully, walking back to her seat, her head held high, her presence filling the space with a quiet strength.

The room seemed to shift around her, people exchanging glances, some surprised, others full of admiration.

Varun was waiting for her, his eyes filled with an emotion she couldn’t quite place, but it was clear to him—he had never seen this side of her before.

Ananya took her seat, her movements fluid and effortless, her eyes meeting his with an unspoken understanding. She was a queen in her own right, and tonight, she had taken her crown.