Yeh Mera Deewanapan Hai🍂🏵️🍂

⟪Epilouge⟫

The Maheshwari mansion was a hive of activity.

Decorations adorned every corner, the soft scent of fresh marigolds mingling with the crisp winter air.

The decorators were busy stringing fairy lights across the courtyard, while Riya and Jiya scurried around, giving instructions with the zeal of event planners.

In the middle of it all, Brijraj stood in his study, inspecting a collection of sarees laid out before him.

The soft silk fabrics shimmered under the light, each one a masterpiece in its own right.

Yet, none seemed good enough for Sangeeta.

"She deserves something... perfect," Brijraj muttered to himself, his brow furrowed in concentration.

Sambhav entered the room, a teasing grin on his face. "Chote papa, you've been staring at these sarees for an hour. Just pick one before the store closes."

Brijraj glared at him but couldn't suppress a small smile. "You won't understand, Sambhav. In 26 years, I've never gifted her anything for our anniversary. This has to be special."

"Well, I think the maroon one suits Choti maa. But if you really want to go all out, pair it with those silver anklets you ordered," Sambhav suggested.

Brijraj's face lit up. "You're right. The maroon saree it is. And the anklets... they remind me of the ones she wore on our wedding day."

Meanwhile, in her room, Sangeeta was equally preoccupied.

Spread before her was a collection of ties, cufflinks, and watches.

She held up a sleek black watch, admiring its understated elegance.

"This one," she whispered, smiling to herself. "He'll love it."

Her daughters barged into the room, chattering excitedly.

"Mumma! The decorators need your approval for the stage arrangement," Riya said.

"And the lighting!" Jiya added.

Sangeeta sighed but couldn't hide her amusement. "Alright, alright. Lead the way."

Meanwhile in the restaurant, Yashika and Naitik were immersed in planning the menu.

The spread was a feast of Sangeeta's favorite dishes, from rich paneer butter masala to delicate kaju katli.

Sambhav had already given them the finalized menu, which included a personal touch-his choti maa's favorite dessert, rasmalai, to end the night on a sweet note.

"Sambhav sir really knows his family's preferences," Naitik remarked as he jotted down the list.

Yashika nodded, a small smile tugging at her lips. "He pays attention to the little things. It's admirable."

Sambhav walked into the kitchen just then, "How's the menu coming along?" he asked, his gaze flicking between the two.

"Perfectly," Naitik replied.

"Good," Sambhav said, setting the tray down.

His eyes lingered on Yashika for a moment longer than necessary, but he quickly masked it.

As the day wore on, the mansion transformed into a vision of festive splendor.

Strings of jasmine and roses hung from the ceiling, while gold and white drapes added an air of elegance.