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Author's POV~
As the spotlight turned to the beautifully decorated table in the center of the room, everyone began cheering and clapping.
The cake, an elegant masterpiece of pastel shades, pearls, and delicate floral designs, sat waiting for its moment.
Aanan took Kashvi's hand, guiding her toward the table. She looked at the cake, her eyes with awe. "It's beautiful," she whispered, glancing at him with a smile that made his heart skip a beat.
"Well, only the best for you," he said softly, pulling her close for a moment before they reached the table.
Everyone gathered around them, their voices overlapping as they cheered, teased, and laughed. Arushi nudged Ivaan and whispered, "Look at his face-pure husband goals. Who knew he could be this romantic?"
As Kashvi picked up the knife, Aanan's hand covered hers. "Wait," he said, his voice low but firm. "Not without a wish."
She turned to him, her brows raised in surprise. "A wish?"
He nodded, his thumb brushing over her hand. "Close your eyes, Ashvi baby. Make a wish, something just for you."
Kashvi's lips curled into a soft smile as she closed her eyes, a single thought filled her heart, simple yet profound: "I just wish to be his, always."
A moment passed, the room quiet with anticipation, before she opened them again, the glow in her eyes more radiant than ever.
As she cut the cake, the cheers grew louder. Aanan picked up the first slice and offered it to her, his eyes soft yet mischievous.
Kashvi smiled and leaned forward to take a bite, but he pulled it back at the last second, smirking. "Not so fast. What's the magic word?"
"Thank you?" she guessed, raising an eyebrow.
He shook his head. "Wrong. Try again."
"Please?"
"Close, but still not it." His grin widened, clearly enjoying himself.
The crowd around them started chiming in. Ishika called out, "Oh, come on, Bhai! Just feed her the cake already!"
Arushi, however, was quick to jump in, "No, wait! Let him finish. I'm loving this drama."
Kashvi rolled her eyes but played along, narrowing her gaze at him. "Alright, what's the word, Mr. Husband?"
Aanan leaned in closer, his voice a soft whisper against her ear. "The word is... I love you."
Her cheeks turned crimson as she met his intense gaze. "That's three words," she muttered, trying to act unfazed.
"Then say all three," he challenged, his smirk daring her.
The room erupted in laughter and hoots, with Ishaan shouting, "Bhai has upped the stakes!"
Kashvi, now thoroughly flustered, gave in. She whispered the words so softly, only he could hear them. His grin turned softer, and this time, he held the slice still, letting her take the bite.
