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As soon as they walked into the room, Abhimaan gently led Paridhi to the couch.

"Sit down here," he said softly.

"You should rest that ankle."

Paridhi obeyed, still stunned by how the room looked.

She barely settled in when Abhimaan suddenly dropped to his knees in front of her, making her gasp in surprise.

"Rana sa!" she exclaimed, trying to get up.

The sharp pain in her ankle reminded her of her injury, and she winced, falling back onto the couch.

"Aap yeh kya kar rhe h Rana sa?" she asked, her voice filled with confusion.

[What are you doing, Rana sa??]

Abhimaan looked up at her.

"I'm checking your sprain," he said calmly, reaching for her ankle.

Paridhi quickly pulled her foot back, her eyes wide.

"No! You can't," she said, her voice trembling.

"A king shouldn't bow to anyone. It's not right."

Abhimaan smiled gently.

"But only a queen can make a king kneel before her," he replied, never breaking eye contact.

Paridhi felt heat rise to her face from his words.

"But... but I'm not..." she stammered.

"You are my wife now, Rani sa," Abhimaan said softly.

"That makes you my queen. Please, let me check your ankle. I want to see how bad it is."

Paridhi hesitated, still trying to accept the idea.

Abhimaan examined her ankle, and she noticed how gentle he was.

His fingers were warm on her skin, making her feel a bit more at ease, even though she still felt uneasy.

"Does this hurt?" he asked, pressing gently on a spot.

Paridhi winced slightly.

"A bit," she answered.

Abhimaan frowned as he focused.

"It doesn’t look too bad. Just rest, and it should be okay by tomorrow."

When he finished checking her, he looked up at Paridhi and met her gaze.

Abhimaan stood up and offered her his hand.

"Now, let's get you more comfortable. We've had a long day, and your ankle needs some rest."

Paridhi took his hand, allowing him to help her up. As her eyes adjusted to the dim light in the bedroom, she looked around in surprise.

The room was unlike anything she had ever seen before, except in her favorite books.

"Wow," she said, eyes wide as she took everything in.

Abhimaan watched her with a small smile.

"Do you like it?" he asked.

Paridhi nodded, still taking in the surroundings.

"It's beautiful," she said quietly.

The room had a dark, elegant look that felt fancy.

Paridhi saw five doors,the one they entered through and four others she didn’t know.

"What's behind that door, Rana sa?" Paridhi asked, pointing to one of the unknown doors.

"That’s the walk-in closet," Abhimaan replied.

Paridhi nodded, still amazed by how large the room was.

"This room is huge," she said.

"I could fit four or five of my old rooms in here easily."

She continued to look around and noticed a glass wall. Curious, she stepped through it.

"Oh!" she exclaimed.

"There's even a TV and a couch in here!"

Abhimaan chuckled at her excitement.

"Yeah, it's like a small sitting area. I sometimes work here."

Paridhi liked the L-shaped couch and the grey curtains by the windows.

She stood nervously in the big bedroom, her heart racing as she watched Abhimaan walk toward her.

The soft light from the lamps on the nightstand made the room feel warm and highlighted the design of her wedding dress.

As Abhimaan came closer, she smelled of his perfume.

He stopped in front of her, looking directly at her face.

Paridhi felt her cheeks get warm under his gaze. She had never been this close to a guy before, and the way he looked at her filled her with nervousness.

"Is there something on my face?" Paridhi asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

Abhimaan shook his head, a small smile on his lips.

"No, I was just trying to memorize every detail of my beautiful wife."

His words sent a chill down her spine.

She couldn’t meet his gaze anymore, so she turned her head to focus on a painting on the wall.

Abhimaan sighed softly, noticing her awkwardness. He spoke gently and stepped back to give her some space.

"That door over there is the bathroom," he said, pointing to a wooden door on their right.

"It’s connected to the closet too. I made sure everything you need is already there."

Paridhi nodded, still avoiding his gaze.

"Thanks," she said quietly.

"Why don't you go change into something more comfortable?" Abhimaan suggested.

"You must be tired after such a long day."

She felt relieved to have an excuse to step away, so Paridhi hurried toward the bathroom door.

Just as she reached for the handle, she heard Abhimaan's voice behind her.

"Paridhi?"

She turned, still holding the doorknob.

"Yes?"

"Take your time. No need to rush," he said with a reassuring smile.

Paridhi nodded and went inside the bathroom, shutting the door behind her.

Once alone, she leaned against the door and took deep breaths to calm her racing heart.

When she finally looked up, she gasped. The bathroom was nothing like she had ever seen before.

It was almost as big as her entire bedroom back home, with shiny marble floors and soft, hidden lights.

"Oh my gosh," Paridhi whispered to herself, her eyes moving over each amazing detail.

One side of the room featured a huge glass shower, large enough for three people.

Next to it was a deep, oval bathtub.

Paridhi carefully lifted the bottom of her heavy lehenga and slipped off her high heels, wiggling her toes in relief as they sank into the soft bath mat.

She walked across the bathroom, surprised by how cool the marble felt under her feet.

A long counter stretched along one wall with two separate sinks and fancy stuffs.

Each sink had a large, well-framed mirror above it. Paridhi approached one of the sinks and noticed the neatly arranged products on both sides.

"His and hers," she murmured, running her fingers over the bottles on her side.

Luxurious moisturizers, face washes, and lotions were lined up in a neat row.

She picked up a bottle of perfume, inhaled its soft, floral scent, then put it back down.

Her gaze shifted to a set of stairs leading up to a frosted glass door at the far end of the bathroom.

Unable to resist her curiosity, she climbed the stairs, trailing her hand along the smooth railing.

At the top, she pushed open the glass door and let out a surprised gasp.

Ahead was a large Jacuzzi, more like a small indoor pool than a regular bathtub.

"It's like something out of a dream," Paridhi said softly.

For a moment, she lost herself in the beauty of it all, and her tiredness faded away.

With a sigh, she headed back down the stairs.

In front of a full mirror, she began to remove her wedding clothes.

Carefully, she unzipped the heavy skirt of her lehenga and hung it on a nearby hanger.

Next, she took off the dupatta draped over her shoulder. The soft fabric slipped easily through her fingers.

Now in just her blouse and shape wear, she started to take off her jewelry, one piece at a time, placing them softly on the counter.

But when she reached her blouse, the hooks in the back were too tight and hard to reach.

"Oh, come on," she said in frustration, twisting awkwardly as she tried to undo the stubborn dori.

After a few more attempts, her arms ached from the awkward position, and she knew she needed help.

The thought of asking Abhimaan made her blush with embarrassment, but she saw no other option.

Wrapping the dupatta around her top for coverage, she opened the bathroom door slightly and peeked out.

Abhimaan was sitting on the edge of the bed, focused on a laptop resting on his lap.

He had taken off his wedding sherwani and was now wearing just a white T-shirt and pants.

"Umm Rana sa?" Paridhi called out softly, but her voice was too quiet to reach him.

She took a deep breath and tried again, this time louder.

"Rana sa?"

This time, he heard her. His head turned quickly, and his eyes found her standing in the doorway.

"Everything okay, Paridhi?" he asked, worry clear in his voice as he closed his laptop and stood up.

Paridhi nodded quickly.

"Yeah, everything's fine. It's just..." she hesitated, feeling embarrassed and unsure how to express what she wanted.

Abhimaan moved closer, concern on his forehead.

"What is it? You can tell me."

Paridhi took a deep breath and said,

"I can't unhook my blouse. Can you... can you help me?"

"Sure," he said, his voice a bit rough.

He cleared his throat and added,

"I'll close my eyes so you don’t feel awkward. Is that okay?" Paridhi felt a wave of relief wash over her.

"Thanks," she replied.

Abhimaan nodded and shut his eyes.

"Just let me know when you're ready," he said.

Paridhi stepped out of the bathroom, and the cool air hit her.

She turned away from Abhimaan and let the dupatta drop.

"I'm ready," she whispered.

She sensed Abhimaan moving closer, his warmth breathe against her back.

His fingers brushed her skin as he reached for the hooks, causing Paridhi to shiver slightly.

"Are you cold?" Abhimaan asked softly, his voice close to her ear.

"N-no," Paridhi stumbled over her words.

"I'm fine."

Abhimaan’s hands shook a little as he worked on the hooks, and she could hear his breath coming unevenly.

An unusual tension filled the space between them, making her heart race.

After what felt like an eternity, but was probably just a few seconds, Paridhi said,

"You don't have to keep your eyes closed if you don't want to."

Abhimaan paused.

"Are you sure?" he asked, his voice barely a whisper.

Paridhi nodded, then remembered he couldn’t see her.

"Yes," she said.

"I trust you."

She felt Abhimaan take a quick breath. Slowly and carefully, he started to unfasten her blouse again.

This time, Paridhi could sense his eyes on her back making her nervous.

When the last hook came undone, Abhimaan stepped back.

"All done," he said, his voice a bit rough.

Paridhi turned to face him, holding her blouse together with one hand.

Their eyes met, and for a moment, neither moved or spoke.

Finally, Abhimaan broke the silence.

"I'll let you finish getting changed," he said, turning toward the bed.

"Take your time."

Paridhi nodded and returned to the bathroom, her mind swirling with mixed thoughts and feelings.

She took her time removing her makeup and slipping into a cozy nightgown.

When she eventually came out, she saw Abhimaan sitting on the bed, his laptop open again.

He looked up as she approached, a cute smile on his face.

"Feeling better after washing up?" he asked gently.

Paridhi nodded, suddenly feeling a bit nervous.

"Yes, thanks," she replied, standing awkwardly near the bed.

Abhimaan patted the spot next to him.

"Come on, sit here," he invited.

"This is your room too now. No need to stand like a guest."

Paridhi carefully sat on the edge of the bed, her hands neatly folded in her lap.

"Okay," she said, her voice very quiet.

Noticing her nerves, Abhimaan closed his laptop and turned to face her.

"Hey, you okay, Paridhi?" he asked softly.

He reached out and placed his hand over hers, drawing her attention.

"I... I guess so," Paridhi said, feeling nervous.

"It's just... everything feels new and different."

Abhimaan nodded.

"I can see that it's a lot to handle," he said.

"But I want you to know something important, okay?"

Curious, Paridhi tilted her head.

"What's that?"

"You don't have to be nervous or scared here," he reassured her.

"Just because we're married doesn't mean you lose yourself. Your freedom, your tastes, and your dreams are still yours. We’re equals in this relationship and in this house. Do you understand?"

Paridhi's eyes widened.

"Um... I... I didn’t expect that," she said.

Abhimaan chuckled softly. Unable to help herself, Paridhi laughed too.

"You’re not at all what I thought you’d be," she said.

"Good kind of different or bad?" he asked, raising an eyebrow and smiling.

"Definitely good different," Paridhi responded with a small smile.

Abhimaan's face lit up.

"You know, you have a nice smile," he remarked.

"You should smile more often."

Paridhi felt her cheeks hot.

"Thanks," she whispered.

"Paridhi," Abhimaan said, his tone becoming more serious.

"I know none of this is how either of us expected things to start, but I want us to make the best of it. Can we try to get to know each other? We can take things one step at a time. What do you think?"

A warm feeling blossomed in Paridhi’s chest as he spoke.

"I'd like that very much," she replied softly.

"It's been a long day, hasn't it?"

Paridhi nodded. Abhimaan stood up and grabbed a pillow.

"Well, we should probably get some sleep. I'll take the couch so you can have the bed."

"Wait, what?" Paridhi asked, confused.

"Why would you sleep on the couch?" Abhimaan shrugged.

"I just want you to be comfortable. It's your first night here, after all."

Paridhi smiled and said,

"But you don't have to do that. The bed is big enough for both of us. I don't mind sharing if you don't."

"Are you sure?" Abhimaan asked

Paridhi nodded.

"I'm sure. Please, sleep on the bed. It's your bed too, after all."

With a smile, Abhimaan returned to the bed and sat on the other side.

They both lay down, and he turned toward her.

"Try not to think too much about it, okay Pari?" he said quietly.

Paridhi's eyes widened at the nickname.

"Pari?" she thought.

"Okay, goodnight, Pari. Have sweet dreams."

"Goodnight, Rana sa," Paridhi said softly.

"Rana sa?" she whispered after a few minutes.

"Hmm?" he mumbled sleepily.

"Thanks for being so kind to me today," Paridhi said.

A pause followed, then Abhimaan's voice came through the dark.

"You don’t have to thank me for that, Pari. That’s just how it should be."

Paridhi smiled to herself.

"Hmm," she replied.

"Goodnight, Rana sa."

"Goodnight, Pari," he said softly.

And with those gentle words in her mind, Paridhi finally drifted off to sleep, feeling calmer than she had all day.

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