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Sharma Family Scene – Innaya Calls Myra

The afternoon sun spilled gently through the office window, casting warm patterns across Myra's desk. The soft hum of the computer and the faint rustle of papers were the only sounds accompanying her racing thoughts. Today, the weight of anticipation sat heavily on her shoulders—after all, in a few minutes, Innaya was calling. Her heart beat a little faster with each passing second. Would Innaya accept the news? Would she understand?

Finally, the phone lit up on her desk. Myra's breath caught as she saw her daughter's name flash across the screen. With a slightly trembling hand, she tapped to answer.

"Hey, mom!" came the cheerful voice from London, bright but laced with curiosity. "It's such a beautiful day here. The Thames is glistening, and the streets are buzzing with people enjoying the spring sun. Cafés are packed, and everything smells like croissants and fresh coffee."

Myra smiled, feeling a wave of warmth rush over her. Innaya's voice always had that effect—like a calm breeze brushing away the storm inside. They chatted for a while, laughter bubbling between casual stories and shared memories. The tightness in Myra's chest loosened slowly, like a knot gently unraveling.

But soon, the light tone shifted. Myra knew she had to say it.

"Innaya..." she began, her voice soft. She hesitated, fingers curling slightly around the edge of her desk. "There's something important I need to tell you."

A pause.

"I'm... going to marry someone. His name is Abhimanyu. He's—he's actually my boss."

For a heartbeat, there was only silence on the other end.

The kind of silence that stretches and swells and makes you wonder if something just broke.

Then, Innaya finally spoke.

"...Wow. Okay." Her voice was careful now—measured. "I wasn't expecting that."

Myra's heart thudded. "I know it's sudden. But Innaya, I wanted to tell you myself. You deserved that. And I—I really hope you'll be okay with this. He's a good man. And I'm happy, beta. I really am."

There was another pause, but this time, a gentle sigh followed.

"...You know what, Mom? If you're happy... then I'm happy too."

Myra blinked, barely believing what she'd just heard. "Truly? You mean that?"

"I do," Innaya said softly. "I mean—this is a lot to take in. But I trust you. And you sound... peaceful. I think that says everything."

A tear slipped down Myra's cheek. Relief, gratitude, love—everything poured into her next breath. "Thank you, Innaya. That means the world to me."

The conversation moved on, flowing with ease now—laughter, warmth, and the kind of understanding that only a mother and daughter could share. When the call ended, Myra sat for a long moment, smiling through her tears, feeling a peace she hadn't felt in years.

Innaya's POV – Mixed Emotions

I meant every word I said to Mom—I'm happy for her.

But under that happiness is something else too. Something... messier. Not anger. Not sadness. Just this odd ache of uncertainty.

Maybe it's the shock of it all. I had no idea she was even dating someone, let alone thinking about marriage. And now—marrying her boss? That's a lot to wrap my head around.

I don't know Abhimanyu. I don't know how he fits into our lives. I don't know how this will change her. Or me. Or us.

But I heard her voice. I heard the softness in it, the calm. She sounded more alive than she has in years. That matters to me.

I guess it's strange to realize your parent is still growing, still making bold choices, still chasing joy. It's beautiful... and a little scary.

Still, when I said I was happy—I meant it. Maybe I'm not ready, but I'm willing. To accept this, to support her, to see where it all leads.

So yes, I smiled for her.

And yes—it was reall

Myra Calls Abhimanyu – Author's Perspective

The afternoon sun had mellowed into a soft golden haze, brushing the walls of Myra's office with warmth. The hum of her computer, the faint ticking of the clock, and the rustle of papers on her desk were the only sounds accompanying the whirlwind of emotions inside her. She picked up her phone, her heart quickening as she dialed Abhimanyu's number. Every ring seemed longer than the last.

"Hello?" came his voice, calm, steady, carrying that familiar undertone of reassurance.

"Hi... Abhimanyu," Myra said, her voice slightly trembling, betraying both excitement and nervousness. "I just... I wanted to tell you everything. Innaya... she's happy. She gave her approval. She understands and... she's supportive."

Abhimanyu's voice softened, tinged with a smile she could hear even over the line. "That's wonderful, Myra. I was worried—do you think she'll... attend the wedding?"

I took a deep breath, steadying my voice. "I was afraid she might not be able to. She has some work in London, so she can't be physically present for all the rituals. But she promised... she will be there in her own way. Don't worry, everything will be fine."

A pause followed. "I knew she'd understand," Abhimanyu said finally, warmth and relief threading through his words. "And I trust you, Myra. You handled it perfectly."

A smile spread across my face, wide and genuine. "Thank you... that means a lot."

The conversation drifted into laughter and light chatter, the comfort between them growing with each word. Even through the phone, the bond felt palpable, strong, and reassuring—a quiet strength that had been building silently over the weeks.

Author's POV – Marriage Preparations

The Rathoure mansion, usually a picture of understated grandeur, had transformed into a spectacle of celebration. Floral garlands of marigold and jasmine draped elegantly across the tall pillars, their fragrance mingling with the sweet aroma of incense. Soft silk drapes in gold and cream shimmered in the gentle sunlight streaming through the windows, and crystal chandeliers reflected the glow of hundreds of tiny fairy lights. Every corner of the mansion whispered of anticipation, of joy, of new beginnings.

The pandit had confirmed the final wedding dates this week, and the air vibrated with excitement and purpose. Every arrangement had been meticulously planned—flowers, lights, seating, traditional decorations, and sacred rituals. The Rathoure sons, each in their own way, had inspected every detail, ensuring that nothing was overlooked. The servants bustled quietly but efficiently, carrying trays of sweets, arranging fresh flowers, and checking the delicate arrangements of the mandap.

In the midst of it all, a sense of calm anticipation lingered. The family moved with purpose but also with the quiet understanding that this wedding was more than a celebration—it was the merging of hearts, a union of past and present, and the beginning of a new chapter in the intricate tapestry of the Rathoure legacy.

Myra's POV – Feeling the Excitement

Sitting at her desk, Myra could almost picture the mansion in her mind—the sparkling lights, the rich scents of flowers, the echo of laughter and festive music that would soon fill the halls. Her hands trembled slightly, not with fear, but with anticipation and joy. The thought of walking into the mandap, seeing Abhimanyu waiting for her, and feeling the weight of this new journey settle around her made her heart race.

Even though Innaya couldn't attend every ritual, knowing that she supported this union brought Myra immense relief. It was a promise, a silent bond that bridged distance and time. Myra imagined Innaya watching from afar, sending her blessings, and she smiled at the thought—this was more than a marriage; it was a blending of hearts, understanding, and family.

She took a deep breath, leaning back in her chair, feeling the reality settle in. The marriage was official, the date final, and this week, the mansion would witness joy, traditions, and celebration. Every petal, every light, every meticulous decoration whispered that a new chapter was beginning—one filled with hope, love, and the intricate dance of relationships that only the Rathoure family could create.

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