Three months had passed since their whirlwind wedding, and the world outside still buzzed with questions, gossip, and anger. The Malhotras and Singhanias were in disarray, trying to piece together the broken remnants of their empire, their plans for control disrupted by Rivan and Samaira’s sudden disappearance. But none of it mattered now.

Inside the walls of their home, Rivan and Samaira had carved out their own little sanctuary, untouched by the chaos that raged on outside. They were safe, tucked away from prying eyes, and most importantly, they were together.

Rivan’s world had changed, not because he was no longer the CEO of Singhania’s empire, but because his priorities had shifted. He no longer wanted to lead the corporation that his parents tried to control him with. Instead, he focused on the darker side of things—handling the underworld with Kian, the one person who had always been his true ally. The empire of power and wealth no longer held the same allure it once had. The life he now desired was filled with love, loyalty, and Samaira at his side.

Every morning, before heading off to his home office, he would take a moment to kneel before her, his Laxmi, his goddess, and gently touch her feet as a sign of reverence. It was his way of showing her how much she meant to him, how deeply he valued her presence in his life. She was the center of his world, and he treated her as such. No longer was he the powerful CEO; now, he was the man who worshiped his wife with every touch, every glance, every kiss.