Mr. Malhotra is my husband

A night of Romance ❤️

Recap: Rachael apologized to Agnes for her behavior. Yuvin appreciated his wife in front of everyone for his victory. The family shared a joyful dinner and posed for a photo together.

Everyone returned home after the evening’s events.

Guest house stood tall and imposing, its white walls glowing faintly under the moonlight.

Inside, the warm ambiance of golden lighting, complemented by dark wood furniture and soft rugs, gave it a cozy, inviting feel.

The faint fragrance of jasmine candles blended with the remnants of spices from the evening’s dinner, creating an atmosphere of calm.

Yet, amidst this serenity, an unseen tension lingered in the air, like the silence before a storm. 

" Sonu ", Veer called.

Yuvin stood in his path.

Veer touched his shoulder. Yuvin hasn't turned.

" Thank you for the wonderful evening ", Veer thanked him.

He didn't expect Yuvin to reply, thanked him and left the place.

Everyone dispersed to their rooms, fatigued yet content.

Yuvin entered his room.

A single lamp illuminated the room, casting a soft glow on his sharp features.

He revisited all the moments that happened in the event.

" This day was indeed beautiful. I can't expect any day to be more beautiful than this ", he murmures.

As he dialed Stephan’s number, leaned back in his chair, the leather creaking slightly under his weight, as he began the conversation. 

“Don’t worry, brother. We’ll board the flight tomorrow morning—8 AM at the latest. I’ll try to make it by 7:30,” Yuvin said, his tone calm yet happy.

He swirled the glass of water in his hand absentmindedly, his thoughts still stuck with Veer's gentle touch.

“Good,” Stephan replied, his voice tinged with relief.

“I’ll arrange the meeting for 1 PM. You’ll be there on time?” 

“Absolutely,” Yuvin assured him, his confidence unwavering. 

A brief pause followed before Stephan hesitantly asked, “Is Agnes nearby?” 

Yuvin glanced toward the adjoining dressing room, where Agnes sat at the dressing table.

The soft light from the table lamp framed her figure. She was removing her jewelry, her movements slow and deliberate, her expression thoughtful as she stared at her reflection. 

“Yeah,” Yuvin replied, his gaze lingering on her. 

“Have you talked to Agnes about Aishu?” Stephan asked cautiously. 

Yuvin sighed, leaning forward slightly. “We’ll discuss it tomorrow in person. Let’s not rush it over the phone,” he replied firmly. 

“I’ve reviewed Aishu’s background,” Stephan continued.

“Her educational background and work experience are impressive. There’s an opening in the finance department. Why don’t we hire her?” 

“If everything checks out, hire her. I have no objections,” Yuvin said, his voice steady. 

In the dressing room, Agnes frowned as she struggled with her necklace.

The clasp seemed to have a life of its own, stubbornly refusing to open. She sighed, her frustration growing as she tried to undo it.