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This chapter features 18+ romantic intimacy. If such content makes you uncomfortable, you may skip this chapter.
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They were back home.
And just like that, life slowly slipped back into its familiar rhythm again.
Morning chaos.
Work calls.
Half-finished coffees.
Siya's school tantrums.
Tripura running between clinic, shoots and meetings.
Ram buried in scripts and business calls.
And somewhere in between all of that-
Bhoomi's wedding preparations had completely taken over the house.
Only a week remained before the pre-wedding functions would begin.
Which meant the house now constantly looked like:
• decorators calling nonstop
• Bhoomi screaming from one room
• Vinu aunty trying to maintain sanity and prayers together
A bittersweet atmosphere floated around all of them quietly.
Because everyone was excited.
Very excited.
But somewhere beneath all that happiness sat the realization-
Bhoomi would soon be wedded off.
Ram and Tripura, meanwhile, had become the internet's newest obsession.
Their ship name trended almost daily.
Fan edits flooded social media.
Tiny clips of:
• Ram hugging her on stage
• Tripura announcing his award
• "We all love you" comment
• their wedding reveal
Everything had gone viral beyond control.
Sometimes both of them would sit together at night scrolling through edits like teenagers.
"Look at this one," Ram would say proudly.
Tripura would laugh seeing dramatic slow-motion edits with emotional music.
Some were so over-the-top that even she questioned reality.
Yet both of them reposted fan edits often, replying to comments here and there, acknowledging the overwhelming love pouring toward them.
And honestly they liked it.
Tripura was back to acting now.
Today she had left early morning itself for her shoot.
Siya was at school.
Bhoomi was out with her friends enjoying the last few days of her dramatic bachelorette freedom.
Vinu aunty remained busy with her afternoon prayers downstairs, soft devotional chants filling parts of the house peacefully.
And Ram...
Ram was working.
Laptop open.
Phone beside him.
Files scattered around.
Everything was normal until he suddenly paused.
His brows knitted slightly.
The screen ahead blurred for a second.
A strange wave of dizziness hit him unexpectedly.
Ram leaned back slowly against the chair, pressing two fingers to his temple.
"Huh..."
He closed his eyes briefly.
Thinking maybe it was exhaustion.
But when he opened them again, the room tilted slightly.
And this time his heartbeat felt... wrong.
"Ahh fuck... this low BP man..."
Ram groaned under his breath, pressing his fingers harder against his temple as he leaned back in the chair. For a moment he stayed still, breathing slowly, waiting for the dizziness to settle.
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