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The seven days that followed were nothing short of a storm for Anika. Pain, sleepless nights, restless mornings all tangled up with heavy books, endless notes, and her determination to not fall weak. Yet, through it all, one constant stood by her side: Abhimanyu. He was her anchor, her silent strength, the calm she needed when everything else threatened to spiral into chaos.

And just like he had believed, she emerged victorious.

The final exam was done, and results came sooner than she had expected. When she saw her name at the very top of the list, her eyes welled up. She had done it. Despite the odds, despite the pain, despite every distraction life had thrown her way she was not just a survivor, she was a topper. The proud smile on Abhimanyu’s face that day was worth more than the entire world’s applause. For him, she wasn’t just Anika Khanna, the girl who fought through exams. She was his Anika, his wife, his Rani Sa, the one who could conquer anything she set her mind to.

Days passed, and now a new challenge awaited her a fashion show. Not as a model, but as a budding designer. It was her first time showcasing her own creations, a collection of sarees and Indo-western fusion pieces she had poured her heart into stitching and styling. Every cut, every sequin, every thread carried a part of her soul. She had spent hours imagining how the models would walk the ramp in her designs, how the lights would reflect against the fabric, and how the audience would see her story through the clothes.

The evening before the show, as she sat in her room checking through her sketches and material boards, her phone rang. Aadhya.

Anika instantly brightened. Picking up the call, she leaned back on the bed, her voice laced with warmth.

“Hello Aadhya, how are you?”

“Perfect, now that I’m talking to you,” Aadhya teased, laughter spilling through the line. “But tell me, madam topper, how does it feel to crush everyone else in the exam?”

Anika blushed even though her friend couldn’t see her. “Stop it! I just… worked hard, that’s all.”

“Worked hard?” Aadhya mocked. “You mean you studied through cramps and still managed to top? I swear, you’re not human, Anika. You’re a superhero in disguise. You should wear a cape tomorrow on the ramp instead of giving it to your models.”

Anika laughed, her voice bubbling like a child’s. This was what she loved most about Aadhya the way her friend never let her take herself too seriously, the way she always pulled her back into lightness no matter how heavy life felt.

They talked about the show, about the stress, about how Abhimanyu had turned into the strictest caretaker during exam week. But then, Aadhya’s tone suddenly shifted.

“So, Anika…” she began, her voice mischievous, “the day after tomorrow, hmm? Do you know what day it is?”

Anika frowned for a second, flipping through her planner. And then realization dawned. Her birthday.

“Oh,” she said softly, her lips curving into a smile. “Yeah. My birthday.”

“Yeah?” Aadhya gasped dramatically. “Just ‘yeah’? What do you mean yeah? Have you planned something? Where’s the party? Don’t tell me you’re planning to sit at home and cut a cake like a boring aunty!”

Anika rolled her eyes. “Well, excuse me, Miss Backbencher, but it’s just another day. Nothing special. I’ll probably celebrate at home with family.”

Aadhya was having none of it. “No, no, no. This is your first birthday after marriage. Your husband is Abhimanyu Raghuvanshi the man who breathes obsession and perfection. Don’t you dare say it’s going to be normal!”

Anika bit her lip, her eyes wandering to the corner of the room where her saree designs were neatly folded. She hesitated. But then, as if confessing a childhood secret, she whispered, “If you’re really asking me what I want, Aadhya… then… I would love to celebrate my birthday at the beach. At night. With the waves, the stars, the wind. I always wanted that. Simple, quiet, but magical.”

Her words came out dreamy, almost fragile, as if she was scared of wanting too much. She didn’t notice the shadow leaning by the doorway, the tall figure who had come silently, waiting for her.

Abhimanyu.

He had been looking for her, searching every corner of the house, only to find her curled on the bed with her phone pressed against her ear. At first, he had stopped at the threshold, not wanting to disturb her conversation. But then her words reached him, carried by the stillness of the evening air.

“I would love to celebrate my birthday at the beach at night. I always wanted that.”

The words struck him like an arrow to the chest.

His Anika. Always asking for so little, always content with the smallest joys, always hiding her dreams because she feared they were too much. How many times had she sacrificed her desires because she thought they weren’t practical, or because no one had ever given them importance?

Not this time. Not with him.

Abhimanyu Raghuvanshi made a silent vow right then and there: this birthday would be unforgettable. He would give her the beach, the stars, the laughter, the love—everything she had ever dreamed of. She deserved not just simple happiness, but extraordinary joy. And he would make sure of it.

Just then, he realized the conversation inside was wrapping up. Aadhya was teasing her again, promising she’d send a thousand virtual candles, while Anika was giggling helplessly.

Not wanting to be caught eavesdropping, Abhimanyu cleared his throat softly and stepped forward.

“Anika, where are you?” his deep voice called out.

Startled, she turned her head, eyes widening. “I’m here, wait Abhi, I’m coming!”

That single word Abhi.

The name rolled off her tongue so effortlessly now, it had become second nature. At first, she used to call him “Abhimanyu” formally, stiffly, with distance in her tone. But somewhere between late-night study sessions, stolen smiles, and gentle care, she had given him a nickname.

Abhi.

And for Abhimanyu Raghuvanshi, who had built walls taller than empires around his heart, that one syllable was worth more than a thousand crowns.

It wasn’t just a name. It was intimacy. It was hers. A part of him she had claimed without asking.

He stood at the doorframe, his eyes softening as he watched her hang up the call and rush to him. Her eyes still sparkled from laughter, her cheeks pink from shyness, her hair slightly falling across her face.

She looked at him and smiled the kind of smile that made the entire world seem irrelevant.

“Abhi…” she said again, and his heart clenched at the sound.

Yes, she had topped her exams. Yes, she was preparing for her first fashion show. Yes, she had friends who loved her dearly. But none of it compared to this moment this tiny, fleeting second when she called him by that name, unaware of how much power she held over him.

Abhimanyu looked at her, a small secret smile tugging at his lips.

She had no idea that her wish, spoken so casually to her best friend, was about to become his mission.

Her birthday was coming.

And he was going to make sure the waves carried her laughter, the stars bowed to her joy, and the night sky remembered her name.

𝐀𝐛𝐡𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐮'𝐬 𝐏𝐎𝐕

The morning started the way I liked it best Anika by my side, chattering nonstop while I silently admired her. She had her files, her sketches, her stubborn determination to succeed. And I had one mission: to keep her safe, to keep her smiling.

After breakfast, I dropped her at her college. She was glowing with excitement, rehearsing lines for her presentation under her breath, and I… I couldn’t help but stare at her lips moving as she practiced.

Focus, Abhimanyu, I told myself. If I kept staring like that, I’d pull the car over and forget she even had classes.

But I behaved. I dropped her at the gate.

She turned, gave me that little wave with her slender fingers, and said softly, “Bye, Abhi.”

That one word again. Abhi.

My name, but softer, sweeter. She didn’t know how much it ruined me inside.

As soon as she disappeared inside the building, I drove straight to my office. My secretary was waiting at the door with files stacked in his hands. My empire never slept, and I was the one holding the reins.

The first thing I said after entering wasn’t about business, though.

It was about her.

“Book the whole beach,” I ordered flatly, loosening my tie.

He blinked. “Sir?”

“For the day after tomorrow,” I continued, my voice leaving no room for questions. “The entire beach. Clean it. Decorate it. No one, and I mean no one, should be there except me and Anika. Understand?”

“Yes, sir.” He scribbled notes, nodding furiously.

“Perfect isn’t enough. I want it flawless. This is for her. If one thing goes wrong, you answer to me.”

“Yes, sir. I’ll handle everything.”

I leaned back in my chair, already picturing it the waves crashing, the stars above, and Anika walking barefoot in the sand, her laughter echoing with the tide. My Rani Sa deserved the world, and this birthday, she would get it.

After that, I dove into work. Contracts, meetings, endless calls. My company was vast, sprawling across industries, and every decision of mine shifted markets. Power like this demanded attention. Still, between calls, my mind kept drifting back to her. Was she eating? Did she take her vitamins? Was she still nervous about her fashion show?

Just as I was about to sign a document worth millions, my phone lit up. Her name.

“Abhi…” her voice was small, uncertain.

My heart stopped. “Where are you, Anika? Mujhe lene aaoge kya?” (Will you come to pick me up?)

I sat straighter instantly, my pulse racing. “Why? What happened, Anika? Did someone hurt you?”

There was silence for a second, then her guilty laugh.

“No, Abhi, no one hurt me. But… I hurt someone.”

My grip on the phone tightened. “What do you mean?”

She sighed, like a child caught stealing candy. “Actually, the Dean’s son was teasing me. He said I’m small. So I said mere pati 6 feet ke hai, toh mai bhi 6 feet ki hui. (My husband is six feet tall, so I’m also six feet tall.)”

I almost smiled at her sass, but before I could respond, she continued.

“And then he started laughing, so I punched him. On his mouth. Now I don’t know why… his teeth broke. His mouth is bleeding. Abhi, come quickly!”

For a moment, I just stared at the phone in silence. Then I laughed. I laughed so hard, my secretary peeked in through the glass window to check if I had lost my mind.

“My wife,” I whispered to myself. “Only she could do this.”

I grabbed my keys, abandoning everything. Let the company wait. Let the world wait. Right now, Anika needed me not to protect her, but to see the chaos she had created.

As I drove, my mind was spinning. She wasn’t delicate, fragile glass. No, my Anika was fire. A storm. A woman who could break a man’s teeth just because he laughed at her. And the strangest part? Instead of being worried, I felt proud. Damn proud.

When I reached her college, the sight that greeted me was priceless.

There she was my wife standing like a queen in the middle of the corridor, her chin raised high. And opposite her, holding his bleeding mouth, was the Dean’s son. The great Mr. Sharma’s heir, reduced to silence by a single punch from my wife’s fist.

I couldn’t stop myself. I started laughing. Loud, unapologetic laughter. Heads turned, students gawked, but I didn’t care.

Walking up to her, I said, “Literally? My wife Anika did this?”

She turned towards me, her eyes guilty but also sparkling with mischief. “Abhi…” she whispered, biting her lip.

I looked at the boy again, still holding his jaw, glaring at her with fear and anger. That only made me laugh harder.

“You picked the wrong person to mess with,” I told him, stepping closer. “This is my wife. Anika Raghuvanshi. If you thought she was an easy target, you clearly don’t know her or me.”

He swallowed but stayed quiet.

I tilted my head, my smile sharp. “Where is your father, Mr. Sharma? Does he know his son bullies people? Does he know his son makes fun of women? Or does he only see the grades you buy for him?”

The boy stayed silent, his eyes darting nervously.

“Answer me,” I demanded, my voice cold now.

But before he could stammer out a word, Anika tugged at my sleeve. “Abhi, leave it. Let’s just go.”

I turned to her, and in that second, every shred of anger melted. My fierce little wife, who had no problem breaking teeth, suddenly looked fragile, worried that I’d go too far.

I cupped her cheek. “Tumne sahi kiya, Anika. (You did the right thing.) No one gets to insult you.”

Her lips parted in surprise. “You’re… not angry?”

I smirked. “Angry? I’ve never been prouder. My savage drama queen just defended her honor in the most perfect way possible.”

She blushed, her eyes dropping to the floor. And I thought to myself: God, how can someone look like a goddess after punching someone in the face?

I turned back to the boy, my tone final. “If I ever hear you said one word against my wife, forget your teeth you won’t even recognize your reflection.”

The corridor was silent. No one dared to breathe. And in the middle of it all, Anika slipped her hand into mine.

That tiny gesture was enough. Enough to remind me who I lived for, who I would fight the world for.

As we walked out, I whispered near her ear, “Next time, Anika, aim for his nose. Break it clean. Teeth grow back, but a nose…”

She gasped, hitting my arm lightly. “Abhi! Don’t encourage me!”

I chuckled. “Too late. I’m already planning to get you boxing gloves.”

She groaned, hiding her face, but I could feel her smile against my shoulder as we walked out together.

Inside my chest, a thought burned like fire:

This girl. My wife. My Rani Sa. She’s dangerous, wild, reckless. And she’s mine. God help anyone who dares to stand against her.

We entered Raghuvanshi Mansion earlier than usual that evening, Anika walking beside me with the same spark in her eyes that had caused chaos in her college today. The moment we stepped into the living hall, everyone’s heads turned toward us.

“Maa, Papa, Dadi…” I greeted, but before I could say anything, my younger cousin piped up.

“Arre, tum dono itni jaldi ghar aa gaye? Sab theek toh hai na?”

(Oh, you both came back so early? Everything’s fine, right?)

I glanced at Anika, and she looked back at me. And then, almost at the same time, we both burst into laughter. That carefree, unrestrained laughter that echoed across the hall. My family stared at us, confused.

Dadi narrowed her eyes, curiosity glinting in them. “Kya baat hai, tum dono has kyun rahe ho bina wajah?”

(What’s the matter? Why are you both laughing without reason?)

Anika, still smiling, went and sat beside Dadi, placing her head gently on her lap as if she was the safest there. She looked like a mischievous child ready to spill a secret. “Dadi, aaj ek chhoti si gadbad ho gayi college mein…”

(Dadi, today a small mess happened in college…)

Everyone leaned forward, eager to know. I folded my arms, standing nearby, watching how she narrated everything with her innocent yet dramatic expressions.

She explained how the Dean’s son had mocked her height, how she had replied with my height as her shield, and then how she had actually punched him, breaking his tooth.

As soon as she finished, silence filled the room. My father cleared his throat and looked straight at Anika. His voice was serious, yet there was a spark of amusement in his eyes.

“Beta, yeh galat hua. Tumhe aisa nahi karna chahiye tha.”

(My dear, this was wrong. You shouldn’t have done that.)

Everyone’s faces turned toward him, expecting him to scold Anika further. Even Anika’s smile faltered for a second. I could see her fidget, her eyes lowering, almost guilty.

But then my father leaned back in his chair, his lips twitching upward. “Tumhe uska daant nahi todna chahiye tha, beta… tumhe uski taang tod deni chahiye thi. Fir voh bhi chhota ho jaata, height mein.”

(You shouldn’t have broken just his tooth, dear… you should have broken his leg too. Then he would’ve been shorter in height as well.)

The entire hall exploded with laughter. My cousins slapped the table, Dadi covered her mouth but her shoulders shook with laughter, and even Maa, who rarely laughed loudly, chuckled this time.

I looked at Anika. She was staring at my father, her mouth open in disbelief. For a moment she didn’t know whether to laugh or scold him. And then, the smile broke across her face bright, unrestrained, childlike. She looked at Papa as if he was her partner in crime.

“Sach mein, Papa? Aap bhi na…” she shook her head, trying to act serious, but the glow in her eyes gave her away.

(Really, Papa? You too…)

Papa reached out and pulled her into a hug, his big arms wrapping around her tiny frame. “Tu bilkul meri beti hai, Anika. Aur teri himmat mujhe pasand hai.”

(You’re truly my daughter, Anika. And I like your courage.)

Watching them like that, I couldn’t help the warmth that spread through my chest. Anika had smiled many times before in front of me sometimes mischievously, sometimes shyly, sometimes lovingly. But this one… this was different. She smiled like she belonged here, like she had finally found a home where even her mischief was celebrated. She smiled like she was accepted not just as my wife, but as a daughter of this family.

Her smile was so wide, so carefree, that she almost looked like a crazy little girl who had just won a trophy. I stood still, my eyes fixed on her, memorizing that expression because it wasn’t just happiness it was relief, love, and belonging all together.

I thought about the first time she had entered this house, hesitant and quiet, unsure whether she would ever be accepted. And now, seeing her laughing with my father, teasing and hugging him like he was her own it felt like my heart could finally rest.

I cleared my throat lightly, catching her attention. “Anika,” I said softly, and she looked at me, still tucked in Papa’s arms.

“Haan, Abhi?” (Yes, Abhi?)

I gave her a small smirk. “Papa ka support mil gaya, ab toh tum aur dangerous ho jaogi.”

(Now that you’ve got Papa’s support, you’ll become even more dangerous.)

The whole family laughed again, and Anika stuck her tongue out at me like a child. But my chest swelled with pride. Dangerous or not, this was my Anika. My wife. My madness. And seeing her so loved by my family… that was everything I had ever wanted.

To be continued,

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