The atmosphere in the Singhaniya mansion was charged with an unusual warmth as the family prepared for their dinner. Tonight felt different—Rudra Singhaniya, the eldest son who rarely joined his family at the dining table, was coming to dinner. His presence, especially at such gatherings, was a rarity, and the air was thick with anticipation.
Anaya stood quietly in the kitchen, helping Rakhi finish preparing the final touches for dinner. Her heart raced as she stirred the pot of rasmalai she had made, Rudra's favorite dessert. The simple task of cooking for her husband gave her a small sense of control, even in the complexity of their relationship. Her thoughts wandered to the previous night, where Rudra had acknowledged her kheer with just a few words but with more depth than she had expected.
"Relax, dear," Rakhi said softly, noticing Anaya's quiet tension. "It's just dinner."
Anaya forced a smile and nodded. She knew it was more than just dinner—this was the first time Rudra was coming to the table since their marriage. His stoic demeanor had always made her nervous, and tonight, surrounded by the family, she felt even more pressure to make a good impression.
"Are you ready?" Rakhi asked, giving her a gentle squeeze on the shoulder. "You've done a wonderful job with the rasmalai. Rudra will love it."
Anaya took a deep breath and nodded again. "I hope so."
As they carried the food to the dining room, Anaya noticed the quiet buzz of excitement from Ria and Misha, who were already seated and waiting. The long dining table was set, and the warm glow of the chandelier above them created an inviting ambiance. The usual light chatter filled the air, but it was clear that everyone was aware of the significance of Rudra's presence tonight.
Ria, unable to contain her excitement, whispered to Misha, "Big brother is actually here for dinner! Can you believe it?"
Misha smirked, her eyes sparkling with a mix of amusement and surprise. "I know, right? I didn't think we'd ever see him at the table again. What changed?"
"I don't know," Ria replied, her voice hushed but thrilled. "But I think it has something to do with Anaya. Maybe she's the magic touch he needed."
Anaya overheard their conversation, her heart pounding faster. She wasn't sure if she could take credit for Rudra's sudden decision to join the family tonight, but the thought gave her hope. Maybe she was beginning to make a difference, even if it was small.
The door to the dining room opened, and Rudra entered, his tall, commanding presence immediately drawing everyone's attention. He wore his usual calm, composed expression, but there was something different about him tonight. Without a word, he walked to the head of the table and sat down, his eyes briefly glancing at Anaya before settling on the food in front of him.
Ravi followed closely behind Rudra and took a seat at the table as well, his usual lighthearted demeanor contrasting with Rudra's more serious presence. The family greeted each other, and Rakhi, as always, began serving food with Anaya by her side.
There was a brief moment of silence as everyone took in the fact that Rudra was actually sitting with them. Ria leaned toward Misha again, whispering excitedly, "This is definitely a miracle. He hasn't done this in years!"
Misha chuckled softly, trying to hide her own surprise. "I guess we should enjoy it while it lasts."
Their grandmother, Komal, sat at the far end of the table, watching her grandchildren with a warm, knowing smile. "It's been far too long since we've had the whole family together for dinner," she said softly. "This is how it should always be."
As Rakhi placed the bowl of rasmalai in front of Rudra, Anaya's heart raced again. She watched him carefully as he took the spoon and tasted the dessert she had worked so hard on. Rudra remained expressionless for a moment, his gaze focused on his bowl. Then, in his usual cold, calm tone, he said, "It's good."
The words were simple, almost emotionless, but coming from Rudra, they meant more than anyone could imagine. Anaya felt a wave of relief wash over her. He hadn't rejected her effort, and even though it wasn't a warm compliment, it was his way of acknowledging her. She glanced at Ravi, who exchanged a quick, knowing look with Rudra—an unspoken communication that only best friends could share. A small smile tugged at Ravi's lips, and for the first time that evening, Rudra's usually icy demeanor softened, if only for a second.
Aarav, who had been quietly observing his older brother, raised an eyebrow in surprise. "I didn't expect you to join us for dinner tonight," he said, his tone casual but filled with genuine surprise. "But I guess Anaya's cooking was enough to get you here."
Rudra glanced at Aarav briefly, his expression neutral. "I came because I wanted to," he said simply, taking another bite of the rasmalai.
Dev, sitting at the head of the table, smiled proudly at Anaya. "Anaya, you've done an excellent job with this rasmalai," he said, his voice warm. "I haven't tasted anything this good in a long time."
Anaya blushed slightly, her nerves finally beginning to calm. "Thank you, Dad," she said softly.
Dev leaned back in his chair, clearly enjoying the rare family moment. After a pause, he added, "You know, Anaya, you've impressed us all. I think you deserve a reward. How about you ask for something—anything you want?"
Anaya blinked in surprise, unsure of how to respond. "A reward?" she repeated, her voice hesitant.
Dev nodded, smiling warmly. "Yes, a wish. Ask for something, and I'll make sure you get it."
Anaya felt a flutter of excitement and anxiety. She wasn't sure what to ask for. Her mind immediately went to the old library on the ground floor, a place that had always intrigued her. It had been untouched for years, and she had often thought of it as a quiet place where she could read and reflect.
Gathering her courage, she finally spoke. "Dad, if it's alright, I'd like the library on the ground floor. I think it would be a wonderful space to call my own."
The room fell silent for a moment as everyone processed her request. Rudra's eyes snapped toward Anaya, a flicker of surprise crossing his otherwise stoic face. He hadn't expected her to ask for something so simple yet so personal. A small smirk tugged at his lips, intrigued by her wish.
Dev, too, seemed taken aback but pleasantly so. He had expected Anaya to ask for something material, something grand. Instead, she had asked for a quiet space—a place where she could retreat and reflect. His smile deepened as he looked at her with admiration.
"The library?" Dev repeated, his tone thoughtful. "I didn't expect that, but it's a wonderful idea. The library is yours, Anaya."
Anaya's face lit up with joy, but before she could thank him, Dev added with a playful grin, "On one condition—you have to make sweets for me whenever I ask. Deal?"
Anaya laughed, her earlier nerves completely forgotten. "Deal!" she said happily, feeling a surge of gratitude and warmth. "Thank you so much, Dad."
Dev chuckled softly, clearly pleased. "You've earned it, Anaya. I'm glad you asked for something meaningful."
As the conversation continued, Komal, their grandmother, wiped away a tear of joy, watching the scene unfold with pride. "It's such a blessing to see the family together like this," she said softly, her voice filled with emotion. "Anaya, you've brought something special to this family."
Rudra, who had been quietly observing the interaction, looked at Anaya with newfound curiosity. For the first time, he saw her as more than just his wife by circumstance. Her quiet strength, her ability to fit into the family without forcing her way in—it intrigued him. The request for the library had shown him something about her character, something that made him see her in a different light.
As the family continued their meal, the conversation flowed easily, with Ria and Misha joking and teasing each other, as usual. The atmosphere was warm, filled with the sounds of laughter and lighthearted chatter.
But through it all, Rudra kept his eyes on Anaya. For the first time in years, he found himself enjoying a family moment, something he had thought was long behind him. And for the first time, he allowed himself to wonder if, perhaps, his marriage to Anaya could become more than just an obligation.
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Later that evening, after the family had finished dinner and retreated to their respective rooms, Anaya stood in the hallway, her heart still fluttering with happiness. She couldn't believe how much had changed in just one evening. Rudra had acknowledged her, Dev had granted her the library, and the family had come together in a way she had never expected.
As she walked toward her room, she couldn't help but glance at Rudra's office on the third floor. The door was slightly ajar, and she wondered if he was still working. A part of her wanted to go in, to thank him for joining the family at dinner, but another part of her hesitated. Rudra was still a mystery, and she wasn't sure.
Later that night, Anaya stood in the hallway of the third floor, her heart still fluttering with the emotions of the evening. She had just witnessed something rare—a family dinner with Rudra present, something that no one had expected, not even her. The evening had unfolded far better than she could have imagined, but it also left her feeling confused and curious.
As she moved toward her room, her eyes drifted toward Rudra's office door, which was slightly ajar. A warm light spilled out from within, casting a faint glow on the floor outside. She hesitated for a moment, biting her lip as she considered whether to step inside or return to her room. The warmth and acceptance she'd felt at dinner were still fresh in her mind, but Rudra's cold and distant demeanor made her second-guess herself.
Anaya took a deep breath, her hand hovering just above the doorknob. Just thank him for coming to dinner, she told herself. Maybe that's all I need to do.
As she gently pushed the door open, she saw Rudra sitting at his desk, his back to her. His shirt sleeves were rolled up, revealing his strong forearms, and his top button was undone, showing a hint of weariness. His thick, slightly messy hair fell over his forehead, making him look more relaxed than the composed and distant man she had married. There were papers scattered across his desk, and his laptop screen was filled with data, numbers, and charts.
He hadn't noticed her yet, so she stood there for a moment, watching him. Despite his coldness, there was something about him that drew her in—his sharp, angular jawline, his deep focus, and the occasional furrow of his brow as he worked. It was in moments like these, when he let his guard down, that she saw traces of the man behind the cold exterior.
Before she could stop herself, Anaya cleared her throat gently, her voice barely a whisper. "Rudra?"
He turned his head slightly, acknowledging her presence without fully looking at her. "What is it?" His tone was cold, but there was no hostility in it.
Anaya hesitated for a second, stepping further into the room. "I... I just wanted to thank you. For coming to dinner tonight."
Rudra leaned back in his chair, his hands resting on the armrests as he finally turned to face her. His eyes were unreadable, the faint glow from the desk lamp casting shadows across his sharp features. He studied her for a moment, his gaze intense, making Anaya feel as though he was seeing right through her.
"It was just dinner," he replied simply, his voice even, yet cold. "No need to thank me."
Anaya's heart skipped a beat. She had expected this reaction—short, to the point, with no real warmth. But still, she felt the need to say more, to express the gratitude that had been building up since the meal.
"I know," she said softly, taking a step closer. "But it meant a lot to the family. To all of us."
Rudra raised an eyebrow, his eyes flicking back to his desk for a brief second before returning to her. "Is that why you came here? To talk about dinner?"
Anaya's nerves got the better of her. Her heartbeat quickened, and her words came out hurried and uncertain. "I—yes. But also, I wanted to ask you something. I didn't want to bother you, but—"
He cut her off, his voice calm but firm. "If you have something to say, say it."
Anaya hesitated, about to bring up her internship dilemma, but before she could speak, Rudra cut her off. "Wait," he said, his tone softening just a bit. "If you need help, I'll give you advice. But remember this—nothing comes without effort. Singhaniya Enterprises doesn't hand out opportunities, even to family. If you want to prove yourself, you'll have to earn it, Anaya. Being my wife doesn't give you a shortcut."
Anaya swallowed, feeling the weight of Rudra's words sink in. She had known this wouldn't be easy, but hearing it from him made the challenge feel even more daunting. He wasn't offering any special treatment, no easy path just because of their marriage. And yet, there was something in the way he said it, a subtle undertone that told her he wasn't dismissing her efforts entirely.
She nodded slowly, meeting his gaze. "I understand. I don't want any shortcuts."
Rudra watched her for a moment longer, his eyes searching hers, as if gauging her resolve. "Good," he finally said, his voice returning to its usual calm tone. "Then show me."
The room grew quiet, the air between them thick with unspoken tension. Anaya felt a mix of relief and anxiety. On one hand, he was giving her the opportunity to prove herself, but on the other, he had set the bar high. He wasn't going to make it easy for her, and she knew that.
She stood there for a few more seconds, unsure of what else to say. It was clear the conversation was over for now, and Rudra's attention had already drifted back to the paperwork on his desk. With a small nod, she turned to leave the room, her mind swirling with thoughts of what lay ahead.
As she stepped into the hallway, she couldn't help but feel a small spark of determination ignite within her. I'll prove it to him, she thought to herself. I'll show him that I can do this on my own terms.
But even as she resolved to work hard, a lingering question tugged at the back of her mind—why had Rudra been so cold toward her since their marriage? What was he really trying to protect her from? And why, despite the walls he had built, did she feel the growing urge to break through them?
With those thoughts swirling, Anaya made her way back to their shared bedroom, preparing herself for the challenges ahead.
Anaya returned to the bedroom, her thoughts still wrapped around the brief but significant conversation with Rudra. His words were a challenge, but the way he had softened slightly before speaking stayed with her. He wasn't a man who gave anything easily—especially not his trust. But she could see that if she worked hard enough, she might begin to earn a place in his world, a world he guarded so fiercely.
She sat on the edge of the bed, her mind buzzing with thoughts of the internship, of Rudra, and of her own future. The road ahead felt steep, but something about Rudra's words had sparked a fire in her. She wasn't going to back down. She had already come this far, and she wasn't going to let her fears stop her now.
The evening passed slowly, her mind too restless for sleep. She replayed every detail of their conversation, analyzing Rudra's tone, his body language, and his guarded expression. He was a man of few words, but when he spoke, every word mattered. And tonight, his words had been a mixture of challenge and opportunity.
By the time the clock struck midnight, Anaya had made up her mind. She would take his advice seriously, and she would prove herself—not just to Rudra, but to herself as well. She had always been independent, always relied on her own strength, and this would be no different. If she wanted the internship, she would work for it, and she would do it without relying on her connection to Rudra.
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The next morning dawned with a bright glow that seeped through the curtains, casting soft light across the room. Anaya woke up earlier than usual, feeling a renewed sense of purpose. Today was a new beginning—a chance to push herself forward and take control of her own destiny.
After getting ready for the day, she headed downstairs to join the rest of the family for breakfast. The usual chatter filled the dining room as Ria and Misha discussed their plans for the day. Dev and Aarav were already immersed in conversations about work, while Rakhi moved around the kitchen, making sure everyone was well taken care of.
Anaya entered the room quietly, sliding into her seat. Her thoughts were still focused on what lay ahead—her next steps, her internship, and how she would prove herself. She barely noticed the way Ria nudged her gently, snapping her out of her thoughts.
"Hey, you okay?" Ria asked, a slight teasing tone in her voice. "You look like you've been lost in your own world for the past ten minutes."
Anaya blinked and forced a smile. "Yeah, I'm fine. Just thinking."
Ria grinned, leaning closer. "Let me guess—Rudra said something to you last night, didn't he?"
Anaya blushed slightly, knowing Ria wouldn't let the subject go so easily. "Not exactly. We talked about... some things."
Misha, overhearing their conversation, raised an eyebrow. "Rudra? Talking? That's a rare sight."
Anaya laughed softly, but the truth was, Rudra's words had stayed with her more than she expected. She wasn't used to being challenged in this way, especially by someone like Rudra. But the thought of rising to that challenge excited her in a way she hadn't felt before.
"He just gave me some advice about the internship," Anaya explained, keeping her tone light. "That's all."
Ria smirked. "Advice, huh? Well, if Rudra gave you advice, you better take it seriously. He doesn't do that for just anyone."
Misha nodded in agreement, her expression thoughtful. "If he's offering guidance, he means business. But don't let him intimidate you, Anaya. You've got this."
Anaya smiled, feeling a wave of warmth from their support. Despite the coldness she often felt from Rudra, the rest of the family had always been welcoming and kind. It made her feel like she wasn't entirely alone in this journey.
Just as they finished breakfast, Anaya's phone buzzed on the table, breaking the conversation. She glanced at the screen and saw an email notification—another rejection from one of the companies she had applied to for the internship. Her heart sank, and the lightness she had felt moments ago evaporated.
Ria noticed the change in her expression and leaned over. "What's wrong?"
Anaya hesitated, then sighed. "Another rejection. That's the third one this week."
Ria frowned, her playful tone gone. "I'm sorry, Anaya. But don't let it get to you. You'll find something. Besides, you have Rudra now. You know he'll do something if you ask him."
Misha chimed in, nodding her head. "Exactly. He might act all tough, but you're his wife. He'll help if you ask him to."
Anaya looked down at her phone, her stomach twisting. She didn't want to rely on Rudra's connections to get her where she wanted to go. She wanted to earn it on her own, just as she had promised him. But the mounting pressure of rejections was starting to weigh on her, making her doubt herself.
"I don't want to ask him," Anaya said quietly, feeling the frustration bubble up. "I want to do this on my own."
Ria raised an eyebrow, leaning back in her chair. "You can do it on your own, but it wouldn't hurt to ask for a little help. You know Rudra's not the type to give handouts. He'll make sure you deserve whatever you get."
Anaya shook her head, her voice firmer this time. "No, I need to prove myself. If I use Rudra's name, it'll feel like I didn't earn it."
Misha, always the more thoughtful of the two sisters, placed a hand on Anaya's shoulder. "There's nothing wrong with asking for guidance. Just because you're married to him doesn't mean you're using him. It's okay to accept help."
Anaya didn't respond, still lost in her thoughts. She knew they were trying to help, but the truth was, she didn't want to ask Rudra for anything more than advice. If she succeeded, she wanted to know it was because of her own hard work—not because of who she was married to.
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Later that evening, after the house had quieted down and the day's activities had wound down, Anaya sat in their shared bedroom, her mind still swirling with thoughts of the internship. The rejections weighed heavily on her, each one a reminder of how difficult it was to make a name for herself. The pressure was mounting, and she felt like time was slipping away.
She glanced at the desk in the corner of the room, the place where Rudra often spent his late nights working. He wasn't there now, but the sight of his neatly arranged papers and the quiet hum of his laptop made her think of their conversation the night before.
You need to earn it, he had said.
Anaya closed her eyes and took a deep breath, feeling the weight of those words again. She knew she could do it. She just needed to keep pushing forward.
As she sat there, lost in thought, a knock came at the door. Startled, she looked up and saw one of the house staff standing at the entrance.
"Ma'am," the staff member said politely, "Mrs. Singhaniya is asking for you in the kitchen."
Anaya blinked, surprised by the sudden request. She nodded, quickly standing up and smoothing out her dress. "Thank you. I'll be right there."
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When Anaya reached the kitchen, she found Rakhi busy preparing tea, her face lit up with her usual warm smile. The room smelled of fresh spices and the comforting scent of ginger and cardamom.
"There you are, dear," Rakhi said, motioning for Anaya to come closer. "I was just about to make tea. Would you like to join me?"
Anaya smiled softly and nodded, feeling a sense of peace in the familiar warmth of Rakhi's presence. "Of course, Mumma."
As they prepared the tea together, Rakhi glanced at Anaya with a thoughtful expression. "You've been quiet today. Is everything alright?"
Anaya hesitated for a moment before sighing. "I've just been thinking about the internship. I've been getting a lot of rejections, and it's starting to get to me."
Rakhi nodded, her eyes filled with understanding. "I can imagine how difficult that must be. But don't lose heart, Anaya. You're strong, and you've already shown so much resilience. Something will come through."
Anaya smiled gratefully, feeling the warmth of Rakhi's words wash over her. She felt a deep sense of comfort in knowing that she wasn't alone, that there were people around her who believed in her, even when she doubted herself.
"And remember," Rakhi added with a soft chuckle, "you've already impressed the most difficult member of this family—Rudra. That's no small feat."
Anaya's cheeks flushed at the mention of Rudra, but she couldn't help but laugh. "I'm not sure if I've impressed him, but I'm trying."
Rakhi smiled knowingly, placing a gentle hand on Anaya's arm. "You're doing more than just trying, my dear. And I know Rudra sees that, even if he doesn't say it."
As they shared tea, Anaya felt her spirits lift, bolstered by the quiet support and love of the family she was becoming a part of. The challenges of the internship, the pressure to prove herself—it all felt more manageable in that moment.
Whatever happens, she thought to herself, " I will keep pushing forward."
##To be continue...**