Jyoti led Anmol into Maan’s bedroom with a bright smile, but as soon as Anmol stepped inside, she felt a new wave of nervousness settle in her chest. The room was spacious but not overly extravagant, with dark wood furniture, neatly arranged shelves, and a large bed at the center. Everything had a sense of precision—organized, methodical, just like the man she had married.

Her gaze swept across the room, taking in the minimalistic decor, the deep hues of navy and grey, and the subtle scent of sandalwood and musk that lingered in the air. It was a space that felt deeply personal to Maan, and now, she would be sharing it with him.