The grand ballroom of the luxury hotel gleamed with opulence, adorned with delicate floral arrangements and shimmering chandeliers. Sia's debut book launch was nothing short of a fairy tale, orchestrated to perfection by Arjun, who ensured every detail reflected his wife's elegance and creativity. The venue buzzed with excitement as industry elites, family, and close friends mingled, awaiting the unveiling of the author's masterpiece.
Sia stood near the stage, her sapphire-blue gown flowing gracefully around her. She looked ethereal, a vision that stole Arjun's breath. As he watched her from a distance, pride mingled with a possessive love in his eyes.
"Ladies and gentlemen," the emcee announced, "please welcome Mr. Arjun Rathor, who will share a few words about his talented wife, the woman of the eveningâSia Rathor!"
The room erupted into applause as Arjun stepped onto the stage. He adjusted the microphone, his commanding presence silencing the crowd almost instantly.
"When I first met Sia," he began, his deep voice resonating through the hall, "I knew she was extraordinary. What I didn't realize was just how much she would inspire meâand everyone around herâwith her strength, creativity, and heart. This book is not just a reflection of her talent; it's a piece of her soul."
Sia's eyes glistened with unshed tears as she listened, her heart swelling with emotion.
Arjun's gaze softened as it found hers in the crowd. "Sia, you've turned every page of your life into a story worth reading. And tonight, the world gets to experience a part of the magic I see in you every day. I couldn't be prouder to call you my wife."
The audience erupted into cheers, clapping and whistling as Sia was ushered onto the stage to join him. She took the mic, her voice steady despite the whirlwind of emotions. "This book is a dream come true, but it wouldn't have been possible without my friends and familyâthe Rathors and the Mehtas. And most importantly, Arjun, thank you for being my rock, my support, and my inspiration." She conveyed his byt looking at her family.
The applause was deafening, but the moment was interrupted when a journalist raised a hand for a question.
"Mrs. Rathor," the journalist asked with a pointed smile, "your book explores themes of love and betrayal. Were any of these inspired by your own experiences?"
The room fell silent, and Sia's smile faltered for a moment before she regained her composure. "Every writer draws from what they knowâstories, emotions, and sometimes experiences. But the heart of my book is about resilience and moving forward. I believe that's a message everyone can relate to."
Arjun's jaw tightened as the journalist pressed further. "And what about the rumors of your past? Any truth to them?"
Before Sia could respond, Arjun stepped forward, his protective instincts on full display. "This is a celebration of Sia's talent, not a tabloid press conference. If you have any more questions, I suggest you stick to the book."
The journalist flushed under his piercing gaze, muttering an apology before retreating. The crowd quickly moved past the moment, but Sia could feel Arjun's tension as he led her offstage.
As the event continued, Aarav and Neha approached Sia with beaming smiles. Aarav hugged her first. "Congratulations, Bhabhi! You've officially made the Rathors even more famous."
Neha joined in, holding Sia's hands. "You've always inspired me, Sia. I'm so proud of you!"
Their warmth lifted Sia's spirits, but her moment of joy was interrupted when Mayank appeared. "Sia," he said with a polite smile, "would you care for a dance?"
Arjun's hand instinctively tightened around Sia's waist, but she nodded, placing her hand in Mayank's. "Of course," she said, offering him a smile.
As they moved to the dance floor, Arjun's eyes followed them like a hawk, his displeasure evident. Mayank, sensing the weight of the moment, kept a respectable distance as they swayed to the soft music.
"I wanted to say goodbye," Mayank said quietly, his voice tinged with sadness.
"Goodbye?" Sia's brow furrowed.
He nodded. "It's time for me to move on. You've found your happiness, and I want to find mine too."
Sia squeezed his hand briefly. "I hope you do, Mayank. You deserve someone who loves you with the same passion and craziness you bring to the world."
Mayank smiled, his eyes softening. "Thank you, Sia. For everything."
Their moment was cut short when Sia felt a hand on her shoulder. She turned to find Arjun standing there, his expression unreadable. "May I have my wife back?" he asked, his voice calm but firm.
Mayank stepped back with a nod, giving Sia one last smile before disappearing into the crowd.
As Arjun led Sia into a slow dance, he pulled her close, his hands firm on her waist. "You're mine, Sia. Don't forget that," he murmured into her ear, his tone both possessive and tender.
Sia leaned into him, resting her head on his chest. "I don't need reminding, Arjun. I'm yours, always."
Meanwhile, across the room, Ishika, distracted by the commotion, accidentally bumped into Mayank. She stumbled, but he caught her just in time, his arms steady around her.
"Careful," he said, his voice gentle but teasing.
Ishika looked up, her cheeks flushed. "Thank you. I wasn't paying attention."
Mayank smiled, his hold lingering for a moment before he released her. "Maybe it's fate. Sometimes, the best stories begin with a fall."
Ishika's lips parted in surprise, but before she could respond, he gave her a nod and walked away, leaving her with a fluttering heart.
Back on the dance floor, Arjun twirled Sia, pulling her back into his arms with a smirk. "Let's go home. I've had enough of sharing you for one evening."
Sia laughed, the tension of the night melting away as she looked into his eyes. "Whatever you say, Mr. Rathor."
With a shared smile, they left the event hand in hand, ready to face whatever came nextâtogether.