The next morning inside the Rathore mansion was unusually quiet.

Mostly because everyone had slept at sunrise after Ishita Rathore's four AM "malpua emergency."

And unfortunately for her—

Kabir Rathore had no plans of letting her forget it.

Ishita sat quietly near the dining table pretending to focus on her breakfast while Kabir sat beside her reading the newspaper.

At least...

pretending to.

Because every two minutes, he looked at her and smirked.

Finally Ishita glared at him.

"What?"

Kabir folded the newspaper calmly.

"Nothing."

"You're judging me."

"I'm admiring my wife."

"You sent security guards across the city because of me."

"You emotionally blackmailed me."

"The baby wanted sweets."

Kabir leaned slightly closer.

"The baby also made my entire mansion wake up at four in the morning?"

Ishita immediately hid her face in embarrassment while Kavya burst into laughter again.

"Bhabhi,honestly? Iconic behavior."

Kabir's mother shook her head while smiling softly.

"I still cannot believe Kabir bhai bought almost the entire shop."

Kabir looked entirely unbothered.

"What if they ran out?"

Their grandfather laughed softly.

"The great Kabir Rathore handling pregnancy cravings like state emergencies."

Ishita looked at her husband helplessly.

"You're all making fun of me."

Kabir's expression softened immediately.

"No one is making fun of you."

Then quietly, only for her—

"You looked happy."

And somehow that one sentence melted all her embarrassment away.

Because after everything they had survived together...

Kabir would gladly wake up an entire kingdom if it meant seeing that smile on her face.

A few hours later, after breakfast, Ishita walked out of the wardrobe wearing a simple soft pink suit before stopping near the bed.

Kabir was already ready.

Which confused her instantly.

"You're going somewhere?"

Kabir picked up his watch calmly.

"We are."

Ishita frowned slightly.

"Where?"

"It's a surprise."

"Kabir."

"Doctor Ishita Rathore," he corrected seriously, "please cooperate."

She narrowed her eyes suspiciously.

"You're behaving strangely."

"You married me despite knowing I'm strange."

"That is unfortunately true."

Kabir smirked faintly before walking toward her.

One hand instinctively rested over her stomach while the other moved gently across her cheek.

"Ready?"

And honestly...

Ishita would follow this man anywhere.

The drive remained unusually peaceful.

Kabir drove himself while Ishita sat beside him curiously trying to guess the location the entire time.

But slowly...

the roads started feeling familiar.

Too familiar.

And the second the car stopped outside the old hospital—

Ishita froze completely.

For a moment she simply stared outside silently.

The same building.

The same entrance.

The same hospital where ten years ago a young intern named Ishita spent sleepless nights surviving endless duties and exhaustion.

Kabir looked toward her quietly.

"You remembered."

Her voice came out softer than intended.

"How could I forget?"

Kabir stepped out first before opening her door carefully.

The moment Ishita stood in front of the hospital again, memories hit her all at once.

Emergency duties.

Sleepless nights.

Coffee at three AM.

Rushing through corridors.

Sitting exhausted outside after surgeries during internship days.

And somewhere between all of those memories—

Kabir.

The man who came into her life silently.

Loved her silently.

Stayed hidden within shadows for years.

Kabir noticed the emotions crossing her face immediately.

"You okay?"

Ishita looked at the building quietly.

"I spent years here..."

Kabir nodded once.

"I know."

Inside, the hospital administration welcomed them warmly.

Unlike before today everyone knew exactly who Dr. Ishita Rathore was.

Not just a surgeon.

Not just Kabir Rathore's wife.

But someone who had once walked these same corridors with determination strong enough to survive everything life threw at her.

Kabir quietly announced a massive donation for new emergency facilities and surgical equipment.

The entire hall filled with gratitude and applause.

But Ishita only looked at him emotionally.

Because she knew him.

This wasn't charity for publicity.

This was Kabir honoring the place that built her.

Later, after everything finished, Kabir looked toward her calmly.

"One more place."

Before Ishita could ask anything, the car had already started moving again.

And this time...

her heart already knew where he was taking her.

The old apartment building stood exactly the same.

Simple.

Quiet.

Familiar.

The top floor.

Their floor.

The place where they spent ten years hiding a love the world never knew about.

Kabir unlocked the door quietly.

And the second Ishita stepped inside her eyes filled instantly.

Nothing had changed.

The same soft curtains.

The same couch where they fell asleep countless nights.

The same kitchen were Kabir cooking.

The same balcony where she waited for him every night.

And suddenly it no longer felt like an apartment.

It felt like memories.

Kabir watched her silently while she walked slowly through the house.

Ten years.

Ten years of stolen moments.

Secret nights.

Silent love.

Pain.

Comfort.

Belonging.

She stopped near the balcony quietly.

"I missed this place..."

Kabir walked toward her slowly.

"This place was ours before the world knew."

Ishita smiled faintly through tears.

Every corner carried memories of him.

Kabir sneaking inside late at night after escaping the palace.

Kabir leaving before sunrise so nobody discovered the truth.

The nights they sat together in silence after exhausting days.

The mornings where she pretended not to cry when he left.

And despite all the pain...

those years still belonged only to them.

Kabir wrapped his arms around her carefully from behind.

"You regret it?" he asked quietly.

Ishita immediately turned toward him.

"Never."

Not once.

Not even during the hardest days.

Because hidden or not—

Kabir had loved her with everything he had.

The evening slowly turned softer afterward.

They cooked together badly.

Argued over old memories.

Laughed at ridiculous moments from their early marriage.

And for the first time in months—

they weren't Kabir Rathore and Dr. Ishita Rathore.

They were simply...

Kabir and Ishita.

The same two people who once built a small hidden world inside this apartment.

Late that night, rain softly poured outside while warm yellow lights filled the bedroom they once shared secretly.

Ishita sat near the window wearing one of Kabir's shirts while he rested beside her quietly.

"Do you remember," she laughed softly, "how you used to leave before sunrise every single day?"

Kabir pulled her gently closer.

"You used to get angry if I woke you while leaving."

"That's because you always disappeared quietly."

Kabir kissed her forehead softly.

"I hated leaving you alone here."

Ishita looked at him silently for a moment.

"And yet you came back every night."

Always.

No matter how difficult life became.

No matter how broken things felt.

Kabir always came back to her.

And maybe that was what love truly meant.

Not grand words.

Not perfect timing.

Just choosing each other again and again despite everything.

Kabir's fingers slowly brushed against her cheek while his forehead rested against hers intimately.

No rush.

No chaos.

No hiding anymore.

Just love that had survived ten long years.

Outside, the rain continued falling softly over the city.

And inside the small apartment that once protected their hidden world—

Kabir and Ishita finally lived the life they had waited years for.