Dhruvika leaned back into Ranveer's chest as they sat together by the window, her back against him, legs pulled up close as his right hand casually rested on her knee.

The warm sunlight streaming through the window highlighted the gentle smile on her face as she spoke softly,

"You know, when I first came here, those fields were empty – no color, no life..."

Her voice trailed off momentarily before she continued,

"But now it's filled with sunflowers – my favorite. They're so bright and cheerful, don't you think?"

Ranveer listened intently, his chest rising gently with each breath behind her, his hand giving her knee a gentle squeeze.

"I always wanted a sunflower tiara,"

she added excitedly, her eyes sparkling with nostalgia.

"You don't like flowers."he spoke with a frown. He has brought every bouquet except flowers for her.

Dhruvika corrected him with a laugh, turning her head slightly to glance at him over her shoulder,

"No, no – I like them... just not plucked unnecessarily. They're beautiful in plants, thriving in nature.

But sunflowers are different – they're harvested, so..."

Her voice trailed off, lost in thought as a nostalgic smile spread across her face.

"I remember wearing a sunflower tiara on my birthday when I was little," she said wistfully, her eyes gleaming with happy memories.

Then, she turned around to face him, excitement sparkling in her eyes like diamonds,

"What gift are you going to give me on my birthday?"

Ranveer's expression changed – confusion clouded his face, followed by a hint of panic.

"Birthday?" he repeated, his voice slightly elevated, his eyebrows furrowed in concern. Is her birthday today?

Dhruvika nodded , aware of his distress, a gentle smile still playing on her lips.

"It's coming closer... next week, actually. July 17th."

She had deliberately mentioned the date, considering him  – she knew he might not know her birthday otherwise.

He sighed but then frowned. He has no idea what to do. He do everything which he was ordered in royal birthday parties but doing himself....

Dhruvika held his hand, which was still resting on her knee,

and started drawing gentle, invisible lines on his palm with her finger.

"Veer, when is your birthday?" she asked softly.

He looked at her, slightly puzzled.

"My birthday?" he repeated.

"Hmm," she nodded, encouraging him to answer.

"I don't have a birthday," he said matter-of-factly.

She stopped drawing on his palm, surprised.

"Everyone has a birthday, Veer."

He clarified, "I don't celebrate it."

he was a bodyguard, not exactly someone who observed personal traditions.

"Okay, tell me your date of birth then," she asked.

He dropped another bombshell:

"I don't have one."

Her eyebrows shot up in shock.

"What?" she exclaimed.

"I don't know," he spoke

Dhruvika's mind reeled as she asked,

"What date is on your government ID certificate?"

His response was casual, yet stunning:

"A random date.

She was taken aback by his nonchalance.

"Why?" she asked, her voice tinged with surprise and concern.

He hesitate first then explained.

"Umm When Sir found me, I didn't remember anything, so he put a random date."

Dhruvika's heart clenched at the casual way he spoke about such a significant part of his identity.

No emotion, no pain – just a flat statement.

"Veer, you never told me what happened in your life... how Samesh uncle found you?"she asked although she has Idea but she wanted to know from him.

Ranveer frowned, seemingly unsure how to share his past.

He spoke briefly,

"I faced an accident. Sir found me and saved me from dying."

Dhruvika's eyes urged him to continue as she asked,.

"How old were you?"

"Fourteen," he replied softly.

She pleaded gently,

"Tell me everything, please..."

Ranveer hesitated before sharing more,

"When I woke up, I was in a hospital. I didn't remember anything.

The doctor said I had been in an accident and would have died if Samesh sir hadn't saved me."

Dhruvika's mind was racing with questions.

"What about your parents? Didn't anyone try to contact them?"

His response broke her heart:

"I was found near an orphanage, and they said I was left there by head of orphanage because my treatment would have cost them one lakh rupees."

Her grip on his hand tightened as she asked,

"You met them?"

He nodded.

"Yes."

"Then?"

He continued softly,

"Sir was kind, so he brought me to their home."

Dhruvika's eyes narrowed slightly as she processed this information.

Something didn't add up.

"Didn't the orphanage head tell them your date of birth?" she asked gently.

Ranveer shook his head.

"No... she said I was left in front of the orphanage when I was two months old so she doesn't know."

Her jaw clenched subtly at this revelation.

"Two months old?" she repeated, her voice laced with skepticism.

He nodded calmly.

"Hmm."

Dhruvika's mind was racing with doubts – Ranveer wasn't an orphan, she was sure of it.

She recalled their first meeting at the luxurious Goa resort – a 7-star hotel that catered to the elite.

How could a former orphanage resident afford to stay there, and why did he not appear poor or struggling?

And now, this contradictory story – he was supposedly in an orphanage since two months old, yet he had met her looking confident and good ,around age 10 may be.

"Your name – was it given by Uncle Samesh?" she asked, probing gently for more clues.

He surprised her again.

"No, the head of orphanage called me by it."

Dhruvika gulped softly, her mind already racing with plans for a discreet visit to the orphanage.

That head of the orphanage seemed to have a bad habit of lying, and Dhruvika intended to uncover the truth – and make her pay for deceiving Ranveer about his past.

Taking a deep breath, Dhruvika smiled warmly at Ranveer, whose eyes were still locked intensely on hers.

"It's okay, we can celebrate my birthday as ours," she said softly, her voice filled with emotion.

Ranveer opened his mouth to respond, but Dhruvika gently placed her finger on his lips, sending shivers down his spine.

"No arguments..." she whispered, her eyes sparkling with teasing authority.

"So, we are celebrating our birthday next week... got it, husband?"

Ranveer's frown softened, replaced by a tender gaze.

"Okay, husband – time for your duty to end for tonight. Take me to bed. I'm sleepy," she said, wrapping her arms around his neck. And her obedient husband  scooped her up effortlessly, carrying her to their bed.

He laid her down gently, then joined her, allowing her to snuggle into his chest.

As Dhruvika drifted off to sleep, her mind wasn't resting – it was plotting the downfall of those who had deceived her husband about his past.

Her gentle snores belied the fierce determination brewing inside her.

"Good morning, mam," Megha said brightly.

"Very good morning... are you all ready?" Dhruvika replied with a hint of amusement.

"Born ready!" Megha spoke proudly.

Dhruvika chuckled and forwarded a small package to Megha.

"Okay, but first, put this on."

Megha's eyes widened as she opened the package.

"Mam, me?" she asked, surprised and alarmed.

"Yes," Dhruvika confirmed. "I told Ranveer we went to the tattoo shop together because you wanted a tattoo.

What if he sees your bare hand and wonders why you didn't get one?"

Megha argued,

"Mam, sir doesn't even look at anyone, let alone my hands!"

Dhruvika persisted,

"No but what if he did? I need him to trust me completely right now."

Megha sulked, then Dhruvika teased gently,

"Common Megha, there's nothing wrong putting your husband's name... now is it?"

Megha's expression turned even more dramatic at the word "husband" .

Megha rolled her eyes dramatically and said,

"Mam, you're really testing my loyalty here..."

Dhruvika laughed softly and replied,

"I'm only asking for a few hours of pretend devotion to your 'Gorilla '..."

Megha giggled at the nickname .

"Fine, but if he sees this and smirks, I'm blaming you..."

She reluctantly applied the temporary tattoo  on her wrist.

Ranveer entered Dhruvika's company, phone to his ear, still trying to reach her. He had been calling her repeatedly, but she wasn't answering. As he walked through the office, he glanced around the floor. The receptionist barely looked up, nodding slightly in recognition, accustomed to seeing him with her boss.

Ranveer was about to proceed further when he overheard a conversation that caught his attention.

"But how is Dhruvika's husband?" someone asked, their voice low but distinct.

Ranveer's curiosity was piqued, and he paused, his eyes narrowing slightly as he turned to listen more closely. Without drawing attention to himself, he edged closer, his interest in the conversation growing.

Ranveer's grip on his phone loosened as he stood frozen, listening to the conversation about his marriage to Dhruvika.

Megha's voice was clear:

"He is good."

"If he's a good person, then why isn't he resigning from his job?" The other girl asked slight angrily

Megha sighed before responding,

"I don't know..."

The girl pressed on,

"Then why call him good?"

Then she continued again

"To be honest, I never liked Agastya Rawal for Dhruvika... He wasn't right for her. But when she married his employee,  I was relieved she chose someone as her like.There must be something special about him...

But seeing him still work for Agastya's family makes me wonder if her decision was wise."

Ranveer's fist tightened as the girl added.

"This means Agastya and his family can taunt her anytime...

She rejected Agastya for him, but now her husband still reports to Agastya!

It's not like Dhruvika  complains, but surely she must be affected..."

Megha nodded in agreement, the girl continue

"Dhruvika never cared about status or wealth... she always wanted loyalty...But she must be hear cruel words from people..."

Ranveer felt like he had been punched in the gut – was his job really hurting his wife?

Ranveer's gaze fell upon her laptop present on his desk, but his mind was elsewhere, still reeling from the conversation he had overheard.

He had been unable to bring himself to enter Dhruvika's office after hearing those words – words that cut deep into his soul and made him question his priorities.

Why was he feeling this way? He had no idea.

He had always known his duty – to serve the Rawal family – and had never thought twice about it.

But now, hearing how his job might affect Dhruvika's life, he felt torn.

Dhruvika's call earlier had been a convenient excuse to avoid confronting his emotions.

She had said it wasn't necessary for him to come to her office for laptop..she can manage, so he hadn't gone back – and she remained unaware of his brief visit. According to him..

Ranveer leaned back into his chair, steepling his fingers together as he thought deeply about Dhruvika's life...

He was meant to serve the royal Rawal family – a duty he had owed to Agastya's father, Samesh Rawal, who had saved his life.

Leaving this job would mean betraying that gratitude... but staying would potentially hurt his wife.

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