"Maa..." Siya interjected, her voice calm amidst the storm of preparations.

"What?" Mridhula paused, turning to her daughter, puzzled by her tranquility.

"Chill," Siya replied, her expression softening.

"How can I chill when there’s so much to do? Neeraj, contact Pandit ji for all pooja and marriage-related work. Ask the cook to prepare special kada prashad. In the next half an hour, we will decide the menu with the chef. And don’t forget to ask Pandit ji for Samagri. Report back to me once done," Siya commanded, her tone a blend of authority and affection.

"Shweta, arrange for the jeweler and the best fashion designer. Fix an appointment and check the schedules with Ram. Report this to me!" she added, her voice steady and confident.

"Alex, arrange the documents for the court marriage for me and Mr. Rajvansh. Make sure everything is sorted before we reach court, and keep Mr. Rajvansh's lawyer or assistant in the loop," she instructed, her eyes sharp and focused.

"Jatin, check on the reception details. Keep us updated on the preparations from Rajvansh's side and analyze everything accordingly. Is that clear?" Siya commanded, and Jatin nodded, determined to follow her lead.

"Now get back to your work, immediately, and keep us updated," Siya concluded, throwing a proud smile at her mother, who was beaming with admiration for her daughter, a true copy of her husband.

Meanwhile, Ekansh stood in silence, tears brimming in his eyes as he watched his daughter prepare for a new chapter in her life.

RAM'S POV

I was buried under a pile of files when I recalled the message from Siya, saying she was finalizing her dresses today. We had exchanged numbers to communicate, and now, my mind was racing with thoughts of her.

*

Ram's Devil: "No, you wanted to see her profile picture."

Ram: "No, never."

Ram's Devil: "You’ll fall in love with her the moment you see her for the first time."

Ram: "Shut up."

*

I shook my head, trying to dismiss the absurdity of my thoughts. Picking up my phone, I hesitated before dialing her number. What would I even say?

RING… RING… RING…

"Hello," her bold voice resonated through the line, catching me off-guard. A smile crept onto my lips as I leaned against the window, captivated by her presence.

"Hello," I replied in a husky voice, suddenly aware of my racing heart.

"Ji…" she said after a moment of silence, her voice sweet and melodic.

"Aap humse kya chahti hai?" I asked, trying to keep my composure.

"Ji… mein samjhi nahi?" she responded, confusion evident in her tone.

"Apne dil ki dhadkan sunnane ka ye kon sa tarika hai? Agli baar aapka phone nahi, hamare kaan hoga wahan," I teased, imagining her blushing.

"AA...aap ye..." she stammered.

"Shhh," I silenced her again, feeling the connection between us intensify.

"I would love to hear it again, but when the time comes, allow me, please." I could feel the emotions swirling within me; in just a few days, I felt an undeniable bond with her.

"Humm, acha suno na," she urged, making my stomach churn with anticipation.

"Mein kya pehenu kal court marriage ke liye? I am confused, I don't want to wear a lehenga. I will wear it for my reception," she said.

"Wear a red Banarasi saree. I will wear an off-white kurta and red dhoti. We will look good together," I suggested without thinking.

"Really?" she asked, her giggle lighting up my heart.

"Humm, apply alta on your hands and legs if you can; you will look beautiful," I replied, the warmth of her laughter enveloping me.

"Are you imagining me right now?" she teased.

"Any doubts?" I shot back, a smirk creeping onto my lips.

"Then give me a name which only you will call me with, like my dad gave it to maa," she said, her curiosity piqued.

"Humm, you want one, then give me one first," I countered.

She paused, lost in thought. "I can't think of any."

"Call me by my name when we are alone," I suggested, feeling the tension build between us.

"Okay Raaaaammmm..." she giggled, and I couldn’t help but smile at the sound.

"Let's meet for coffee after you’re done with shopping, Biwi."

"Did you just name me Biwi?" she asked, surprised.

"Yes."

"Humm, jaldi ana aur safe drive karna, Ram. Bye, see you soon jaan," she said, cutting the call before I could respond.

I left for the boutique, my heart racing with anticipation.

SIYA'S POV

Sweta had arranged my appointment to finalize my jewelry and dress for the court marriage. Excitement bubbled within me as I selected the elegant red Banarasi saree, imagining how I would look with Ram by my side.

As I tried it on, the moment I turned, I was startled to see Ram standing there, his gaze intense. My heart raced.

"Ram, what happened? You don't look good?" I asked, concerned.

"Can I kiss you?" he asked boldly, and before I could respond, he closed the door and pressed his lips against mine. The kiss was electric, filled with passion and longing.

"You make me lose control, Siya... Fuck..." he murmured, wiping my lipstick from his mouth.

I pulled him closer, our lips meeting again as I lost myself in the moment.

"Ram..." I moaned against his lips, overwhelmed by the intensity of our connection.

"I saw your ex best friend trying to flirt!" said Ram supressing his anger.

I sank onto the sofa, resting my head on his shoulder. "Do you think I am that good of a person?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.

"I don't know, so I asked you," he replied, his tone serious.

He looked irritated, and I sensed something was bothering him. "What’s wrong?"

"I met your ex-best friend at the billing counter. His fiancé was trying to flirt with me. Maybe your friend is trying to cheat on you again," he revealed, his words igniting a fire within me.

"Do you want revenge?" he asked, sensing my anger.

"Yes, but after our marriage. I don't want to create a scene until then," I replied, pecking his lips again.

"I want to see their faces when I introduce you as my wife. Mrs. Ram Rajvansh," he said, a smirk playing on his lips.

"Humm," I blushed, feeling my heart swell with love.

Our wedding was fast approaching, but it felt like the beginning of an incredible journey filled with love, laughter, and the promise of forever.