The Rathore mansion was glowing with warmth and life that evening. Though it wasn’t a grand celebration, every corner of the hall whispered of love and care, it was a small, intimate party for Veer. Strings of fairy lights draped across the walls cast a golden glow, fresh flowers adorned the tables, and the aroma of freshly prepared food filled the air.

Meera had spent the entire day in the kitchen, carefully preparing all of Veer’s favorite dishes. Each dish was more than food, it was her way of telling him that he wasn’t alone, that he was family. And as if to add sweetness to that love, Saaisha had baked the cake herself. She had been nervous, sneaking glances at Meera now and then for reassurance, but when the oven timer rang and the cake turned out perfectly, she couldn’t stop smiling.