Her Only Saviour

Bonus #1

𝕿𝖔𝖔𝖓𝖊 𝖔 𝖘𝖆𝖓𝖆𝖒 𝖉𝖍𝖆𝖆𝖞𝖊 𝖍𝖆𝖎𝖓 𝖘𝖎𝖙𝖆𝖒,
𝖙𝖔 𝖞𝖊𝖍 𝖙𝖚 𝖇𝖍𝖔𝖔𝖑 𝖓𝖆 𝖏𝖆𝖆𝖓𝖆.

𝕶𝖊 𝖓𝖆 𝖙𝖚𝖏𝖍𝖕𝖊 𝖇𝖍𝖎 𝖎𝖓𝖆𝖆𝖞𝖆𝖙 𝖍𝖔𝖌𝖎,
𝖆𝖆𝖏 𝖗𝖚𝖘𝖛𝖆 𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖎 𝖌𝖆𝖑𝖎𝖞𝖔𝖓
𝖒𝖊𝖎𝖓 𝖒𝖔𝖍𝖆𝖇𝖇𝖆𝖙 𝖍𝖔𝖌𝖎.

𝕸𝖊𝖗𝖊 𝖒𝖊𝖍𝖇𝖔𝖔𝖇 𝖖𝖆𝖞𝖆𝖒𝖆𝖙 𝖍𝖔𝖌𝖎,
𝖆𝖆𝖏 𝖗𝖚𝖘𝖛𝖆 𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖎 𝖌𝖆𝖑𝖎𝖞𝖔𝖓....

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The Oberoi mansion hadn’t buzzed like this in a long time.

Every hallway echoed with laughter, rose petals adorned the marble floor, and fairy lights twinkled like stars suspended in mid-air. After all, today wasn’t just any day.

It was Nandini Oberoi’s birthday.
The one that never got celebrated last year — when grief hung like smoke over the household. But this year? The family had decided to rewrite that memory.

And they weren’t going halfway.

Morning — The Calm Before the Storm

Nandini walked out of her room in a loose, off-shoulder sweatshirt, her hair a sleepy mess. She rubbed her eyes, expecting an ordinary morning.
Instead—

“HAPPY BIRTHDAY!”

Confetti exploded in the hallway.
Rudra, Saisha, Vishal, Rajvir and seniors were lined up with party horns and wild grins. Omkara played a trumpet that absolutely no one had asked for.

Nandini blinked. “It’s 7 AM. I haven't even brushed my teeth. Are you guys okay?”

Rudra grinned. “Absolutely not.”

Dadi hugged her tightly. “You gave us a thousand reasons to smile, baccha. This time, it’s our turn.”

Midday —

She was made to wear a tiara. She complained. Then wore it anyway.

Saisha dragged her for a surprise salon treatment. Gauri and Anika gifted her an album full of unflattering candid photos titled “Nandini, The Mafia Queen Who Snores.”

“Very original,” Nandini deadpanned, flipping a page while hiding a smile.

Anirudh stayed unusually quiet through the day, watching her with soft eyes — like every second was something he didn’t want to blink and miss.

Evening — The Grand Party

By 7 PM, the Oberoi lawn looked like a fairytale dream.

Chandeliers floated under the open sky. Golden drapes fluttered in the breeze. Musicians played live acoustic melodies. People from both families mingled.

And at the center of it all… was Nandini, in a wine-red gown, glowing — unaware it was more than just the lights making her skin shine.

Anirudh hadn’t taken his eyes off her all evening.

“You okay?” he asked, placing a hand on her back.

She nodded. “Overwhelmed… but in a good way. Thank you for this.”

“You should thank Rudra. I just followed orders.”

“I’ll thank him by poisoning his coffee.” she winked.

And Then… it's time for cake cutting.

Rudra and Vishal rolled out a massive three-tier cake — black forest with raspberry filling.