With Them..💟✨️ (Completed)

Chapter 62

ENDING ANNOUNCEMENT

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So this the last chapter of this story and writing this chapter is so much tough because this book have a different place in my heart as it's the first book I have written.

Many times I had thought to drop these book but there were some genuine readers and they really motivate me to continue this book and here's I am updating the last chapter.

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The Rathore Mansion stood bathed in a golden glow, adorned with shimmering fairy lights that wrapped around its towering pillars like twinkling vines. Garlands of fresh marigolds and roses draped elegantly over the grand entrance, their fragrance mingling with the soft scent of sandalwood incense wafting through the air.

The sprawling courtyard was alive with vibrant colors-red and gold silk drapes fluttered in the evening breeze, while intricately designed rangolis in hues of yellow, pink, and green adorned the marble flooring.

Today was special-the night when the youngest members of the Rathore family would receive their names. It was not just a tradition; it was a moment that would be etched in the family's legacy forever.

Inside the magnificent hall, a grand dais had been set up, decorated with plush cushions and ornate gold-lined chairs for the elders.

At the center of it all was a sacred havan kund, its fire crackling softly as the priest prepared for the rituals. The rhythmic chanting of mantras filled the air, adding to the divine atmosphere.

The Rathore family members arrived one by one, dressed in regal traditional attire.

Angad and Aashi, the proud parents of their newborn son, entered first. Aashi, draped in an elegant red and gold Banarasi saree, looked every bit the glowing mother, her eyes shining with happiness.

Angad, in a deep maroon sherwani with intricate gold embroidery, held their baby in his arms-a tiny bundle wrapped in a soft silk cloth. The baby cooed softly, his tiny fingers curling and uncurling against his father's chest.

Right behind them came Adhyan and Aanya, their son cradled carefully in Aanya's arms.

Aanya wore a stunning emerald-green lehenga with delicate mirror work that caught the light beautifully. Adhyan, dressed in a navy-blue sherwani with a golden stole draped over his shoulder, walked beside her, his eyes filled with quiet pride.