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"Your last week as my assistant." His arms tightened. "How does it feel?"
"Terrifying. Exciting. Right." She turned in his arms to face him. "Thank you. For insisting. For believing I could do more."
"You've always been capable of more." His hands settled at her waist. "I just needed you to believe it too."
She thought about the past two months. About finally pursuing her dream of producing. About the projects she'd already started developing. About the freedom to create and not just coordinate.
"I'm going to miss it though," she admitted. "Working with you every day."
"I'll still see you every day." He pressed a kiss to her forehead. "You're my wife. You're not getting rid of me that easily."
"And the new assistant?"
"Starts next week. Male. Fifty-three years old. Happily married with three kids." His eyes danced. "Thoroughly uninteresting."
She laughed. "You're ridiculous."
"I'm in love." He pulled her closer. "There's a difference."
"Is there?"
"Absolutely." His mouth found hers, kissing her with the casual intimacy of someone who had every right. "One is a character flaw. The other is a choice."
"And which one are you?"
"Both." He grinned against her lips. "Ridiculously in love with my wife."
She kissed him back and with an emotion she still struggled to name. This was beyond love, beyond reverence. Vikram had become a part of her soul.
When they finally broke apart, the Dubai skyline had fully illuminated, casting golden light across the balcony.
"I love you," she said, the words easy now. Natural.
"I love you too." He tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. "My extraordinary wife who still doesn't quite believe how extraordinary she is."
"I'm working on it."
"Good." He pulled her back inside, toward the bed where they'd made love that morning before the shoot. "Because I plan to spend the rest of my life reminding you."
Later That Night - Raghav and Ishani's Suite
Ishani emerged from the bathroom to find Raghav on the balcony, phone in hand, staring at the skyline with an expression she couldn't quite read.
"You okay?" She slid her arms around him from behind.
"Thinking about Abhinav." He set the phone down, turning to pull her against him. "He has no idea what he's walking into."
"The manager? Wait! You researched her."
“Meera Chauhan.” Raghav’s smile held a hint of mischief. “Twenty-eight. Brilliant. Stubborn as hell. Utterly devoted to that estate.”
“And utterly opposed to selling it.”
“Violently opposed.” He laughed softly. “Abhinav thinks he’s dealing with some rigid old woman who’s being difficult. He’s going to show up and find...”
“A beautiful young woman who knows that estate better than he ever will,” Ishani finished. “This is going to be entertaining.”
“Disastrous,” Raghav corrected. “Abhinav’s used to getting his way. Meera’s used to protecting what’s hers. When an unstoppable force meets an immovable object...”
