Vaidehi prepared for dinner at Eklavya's place, dressing in an elegant black ethnic dress with a daring slit down the middle, revealing a glimpse of her navel. She draped a dupatta gracefully over her left shoulder and adorned her hands with a few delicate bangles. Her makeup was kept minimal, with a subtle touch of nude lipstick, enhancing her natural beauty.
As Vaidehi stood before the mirror, carefully adjusting her jhumka, she felt a pair of familiar hands sneak around her waist, slipping beneath the fabric of her dress. The unexpected touch sent a shiver of excitement down her spine, and she couldn't help but smile as she recognized her husband's tender embrace, she glanced at her husband through the reflection, their eyes meeting in a silent exchange of affection.
He leaned in, resting his chin on her shoulder, their closeness palpable even in the mirrored image. His attire, a black shirt paired with crisp white trousers, complemented his presence, adding to the scene of quiet intimacy between them.

Viyansh: "Meri jaan lene ka irada hai?"
(Are you planning to take my life?)