The days passed with the kind of quiet monotony that had become a routine in the house. Shivika went about her daily tasks, her presence in the household almost as natural as the very air they breathed. But beneath this calm surface, change was brewing.

Rudra, once so distant, began noticing things he had never paid attention to before. He couldn't help but observe how Shivika was no longer the shy, innocent girl he had married. She had transformed-gone was the young woman who had timidly adjusted to the unfamiliar rhythms of marriage. In her place stood a woman, confident in herself, comfortable in her own skin, and, most notably, more beautiful than ever.