By the time Friday rolled around, the entire team was buzzing with excitement. Shivaay’s room had been transformed from a standard luxury suite into something that carried personality, warmth, and an understated elegance that blended seamlessly with his essence. The deep wood tones, the carefully chosen fabrics, the subtle yet commanding decor—everything was meticulously planned and executed.
Anika stood near the doorway, scanning the space with a keen eye, making sure that every last detail was perfect before the Oberois arrived. Her team—David, Sharon, Luke, and a couple of others—were putting the final touches, ensuring that every item was in its place.
When the family finally walked in, a moment of silence settled over the room. But it wasn’t the kind of silence that carried doubt—it was the kind that held admiration.
Jhanvi was the first to voice her thoughts. “This doesn’t feel like just a room… It feels like a reflection of him.”
Shakti, inspecting the custom-built bookshelf, nodded. “It’s sophisticated, yet personal. Everything fits perfectly.”
Pinky, usually the hardest to impress, walked around with her arms crossed, her eyes keenly studying every inch. Finally, she gave a small nod. “Looks expensive. Elegant. Classy. Soch samajh ke kiya gaya hai.” She turned to the group. “very good”
Om stepped forward, running his fingers over the polished wooden desk. “I love it.”
Dadi smiled as her gaze landed on a small photo corner near the bed—an area where Anika had placed carefully chosen frames of Shivaay’s family moments. It wasn’t overly dramatic, just subtle enough to feel like home. “You’ve not just built a space… you’ve built comfort,” she said warmly.
Anika smiled softly. “We wanted to keep it functional but still have a personal touch. Added cupboard space shouldn't be too much noticeable.”
David grinned. “Well, our client was very particular. Every little detail had to be just right.”
That made Rudra chuckle. “Bhaiya is the definition of particular.”
Everyone laughed, but Shivaay, who had been quietly absorbing everything, finally spoke. “I’ll admit… I had high expectations. But this is even better than I imagined.” His voice was softer than usual, and there was a glimmer of something genuine in his eyes. He turned towards the team. “It’s one thing to design a room. It’s another to understand what a person needs and make it into something real. You all did that.”
His words were simple, but the impact was immense.
Sharon leaned toward Anika and whispered, “Our flower guy sure knows how to flatter.”
Anika's eyes widened but she controlled the urge to react, simply offering a professional nod. “Client satisfaction is what matters.”
Rudra, always the lively one, clapped his hands together. “Let’s be honest, this room looks like it came straight out of a billionaire’s magazine.”
Tej, impressed, added, “I think we should get some professional pictures taken. This deserves recognition.”
Jhanvi agreed. “Yes, the transformation is remarkable. We can even feature it in one of the design publications.”
Anika nodded. “We can coordinate that. A before-and-after spread might work well.”
Dadi, beaming with pride, clasped her hands. “Now that everything is done, you all must rest. The amount of energy that has gone into this—ab sukoon lena chahiye.”
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The GIRLFRIEND Deal
Romance"The best relationships usually begin unexpectedly" Shivaay Singh Oberoi, a heartbroken lover whose ex betrayed him after a successful relationship of 5 years. His faith on love ceases to zero. Anika, an aspiring Interior designer does local plays...
