The black Rolls-Royce slowly came to a halt before the grand Rajvanshi Mansion.

The towering gates opened automatically, revealing a magnificent estate bathed in warm golden lights. Every corner reflected generations of legacy and elegance.

Yet inside the car...

Silence prevailed.

Avni was still asleep.

Her head rested lightly against Arnav's shoulder, her breathing slow and peaceful.

The driver looked at him through the rear-view mirror.

"Sir... we've arrived."

Arnav glanced at the sleeping girl beside him.

She hadn't stirred.

"Wait."

His voice was calm.

The driver nodded immediately.

Not another word was spoken.

Minutes passed.

During the quiet wait, Arnav made a brief call.

"She's with me."

"I've already informed you about her condition."

His voice remained low.

"No one is to mention her past or contradict anything she says. The doctors have strictly advised against it."

After ending the call, another file appeared on his phone.

His security team had already completed a background verification.

Name: Avni Sharma.

Age: Twenty-two.

An orphan.

Her parents had died in an accident when she was barely a year old.

She had spent her childhood in an orphanage before leaving at eighteen to build a life of her own.

She worked as a chef in a small restaurant.

No criminal record.

No suspicious connections.

Every report described her the same way—

Kind.

Hardworking.

Soft-spoken.

Arnav closed the file.

Nothing about her suggested deception.

Yet years of betrayal had taught him one lesson.

Appearances could lie.

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A few moments later...

Avni slowly opened her eyes.

She blinked in confusion before looking outside the window.

"...We're home?"

Arnav simply stepped out of the car.

She quietly followed.

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Inside the mansion...

Revati Rajvanshi and Raghav Rajvanshi were already waiting.

Several servants stood nearby, curious about the unexpected guest.

The moment Avni entered the hall, countless unfamiliar eyes turned toward her.

She instinctively slowed her steps.

A hint of nervousness crossed her face.

Without realizing it, she moved a little closer to Arnav until her fingers lightly curled around the edge of his coat.

Not to seek affection...

Only reassurance.

Like a frightened child searching for something familiar in a room full of strangers.

Arnav felt the gentle tug on his coat.

His eyes lowered briefly toward the small hand holding it.

He said nothing.

Nor did he move away.

Revati noticed everything.

A faint smile touched her lips.

She turned toward the staff.

"Everyone may return to their work."

Within moments, the hall was empty.

Only the family remained.

Revati slowly walked toward Avni.

Her voice carried the warmth only a grandmother could offer.

"Come inside, dear."

"You don't have to stand there."

Still holding the edge of Arnav's coat, Avni hesitated for a second before following her.

Revati gently took her hand into her own and led her to the sofa.

Raghav joined them.

"My child..." Revati said softly, "...the doctors have told us about your memory."

Avni lowered her eyes apologetically.

"I'm... I'm sorry."

"I don't remember anything."

"I only remember my first name..."

"...Avni."

She looked at them helplessly.

"And..."

She glanced toward Arnav.

"...that I'm married to Mr... Rajvanshi."

A gentle silence settled over the room.

Revati smiled kindly.

"Then let me introduce us again."

She placed a loving hand on Avni's head.

"I am Revati Rajvanshi."

She pointed toward Raghav.

"And he is Raghav Rajvanshi."

Before either of them could react...

Avni immediately stood up.

With folded hands, she bent down and touched their feet.

Both elders instinctively blessed her.

"Stay happy, child."

Raghav exchanged a brief glance with his mother.

Neither had expected such humility.

Avni looked embarrassed.

"I'm sorry... I wish I could remember all of you."

"I don't even remember..."

She looked toward Arnav once again.

"...my husband's name."

Revati smiled gently.

"That's alright."

"Memories take time."

"But..." Avni hesitated.

"I know he's my husband."

This time...

Even Arnav lifted his eyes from the business file in his hand.

Revati asked softly,

"How do you know that, dear?"

Avni answered with complete innocence.

"The nurses were talking..."

"They said he carried me to the hospital himself."

"They kept saying how carefully he held me... even though he could have asked someone else to do it."

"They also said he arranged the best doctors for me."

"And everyone addressed him as 'Mr. Rajvanshi.'"

She smiled shyly.

"So..."

"I thought..."

"He must be my husband."

The hall fell silent.

Revati looked toward Arnav.

Then toward Raghav.

Neither of them said a word.

If someone else had described those actions, they would never have believed the man being spoken about was Arnav.

Yet...

Here they were.

Watching proof with their own eyes.

Across the room, Arnav remained seated exactly as before, reading through documents on his tablet.

His expression didn't change.

As though none of the conversation concerned him.

Only he knew...

He hadn't read a single line for the past five minutes.

Revati finally broke the silence.

"You should rest now, child."

"You've had a difficult day."

Avni nodded obediently.

She stood and looked around.

Then her eyes searched for only one person.

She quietly walked toward Arnav.

He finally looked up.

She fidgeted with the ends of her sleeves before speaking.

"Suniye"

"Hm?"

She asked hesitantly,

"I... I don't remember..."

"Our room..."

"Could you... take me there?"

For the first time that evening...

Arnav's composure faltered.

Our room?

The words echoed in his mind.

Before he could decide how to respond—

Avni's face suddenly lost its color.

She swayed unsteadily.

Everything happened within seconds.

Before anyone else could move...

Arnav's hand caught her firmly by the waist, stopping her from collapsing onto the marble floor.

Her eyes fluttered shut.

"The medicine..." Revati said worriedly.

"The doctor mentioned she might feel dizzy."

Without asking another question...

Without waiting for anyone's opinion...

Arnav bent down and lifted Avni into his arms.

She instinctively rested her head against his chest, unconscious once again.

The hall fell completely silent.

Raghav watched his son disappear toward the staircase.

Revati couldn't hide the smile in her eyes.

Neither of them spoke.

Because both had noticed the same thing.

Arnav Rajvanshi still insisted that this girl meant nothing to him.

Yet every time she stumbled...

It was his arms that reached her first.