Jhanvi's POV:

 It’s strange how the world keeps turning, even after your heart breaks.

The wedding is behind us now. The lights, the music, the vows—they all faded into yesterday. I watched them take their first steps as husband and wife, surrounded by love, laughter, and blessings. And I clapped, I smiled, I danced. Not because it didn’t hurt… but because it was necessary.

For them. And for me.

 In the days that followed, I gave myself time to grieve. Quietly. No dramatic cries. Just the silent ache of letting go of something I never truly had. There were mornings when I woke up feeling hollow, when I stared at the ceiling wondering what to do with the version of me that had dreamed of a life with Arjun.

 But slowly—almost without realizing it—I began to breathe differently. Deeper. Freer.

I joined the Shekhawat Empire as an intern, mostly to keep myself busy at first. But what started as a distraction quickly became a place of purpose. I found joy in the chaos of the office—the buzzing phones, the brainstorm sessions, the crisp smell of fresh coffee and paper. Every task, no matter how small, gave me something I hadn’t felt in a while: a sense of control.

 For the first time, I wasn’t living in the shadow of someone else’s story. I was writing my own.

The work challenged me in new ways. I was no longer just the soft-spoken younger daughter. I was a contributor, a learner, a team player. I spent hours with the design and marketing departments, where I discovered a knack for creative strategy. My ideas were being noticed—slowly, yes—but steadily. My confidence, once buried under layers of hesitation, began to peek through.

And then there was peace.

 Not the kind that comes from forgetting, but the kind that grows when you stop chasing what’s not meant for you. I still saw Arjun and Ayesha now and then, mostly at family dinners or formal events. They seemed happy—and that mattered to me more than I thought it would. I no longer looked at them with longing or pain. Instead, I saw two people living the life they chose.

And I… was finally choosing mine.

 There are still quiet moments when I remember that garden, the one where I once waited with a heart full of dreams and trembling hands. But even that memory feels softer now, like a song I’ve listened to too many times—familiar, but no longer aching.

Healing, I’ve learned, isn’t a straight line. It’s messy. It comes in waves—some days still sting, but most are calm. Most are filled with purpose, with laughter shared over coffee with coworkers, with excitement for new ideas, and the quiet pride of becoming someone I’m finally starting to recognize as strong.

 And so here I am—Jhanvi Shekhawat, intern, dreamer, and slowly but surely, a woman rebuilding herself from the inside out.

This isn’t the life I once imagined. But maybe… it’s better.

Because this one is truly mine.

Author's POV:

 It had been four months since Jhanvi began her internship at the Shekhawat Empire. Every morning, she stepped into the building with quiet determination, immersing herself in the work that gave her structure and meaning. Surrounded by spreadsheets, client meetings, and brand presentations, she found a strange kind of comfort. Her days were full, her mind occupied, and slowly, the ache in her heart began to dull.

She was still healing.

 The shadow of Arjun lingered—sometimes in a familiar laugh, sometimes in a passing memory—but she no longer let it consume her. She was building something of her own now, a new version of herself, away from the expectations of the past.

Then, one evening, life took an unexpected turn.

 Jhanvi returned home late from work, expecting a quiet dinner with her parents. But the living room held an unusual energy. Her mother was smiling in a way that instantly made Jhanvi suspicious, and her father looked both excited and hesitant.

“Jhanvi,” her father said gently, as she sat down. “There’s something we want to talk to you about.”

She froze slightly. The last time they had used that tone, it had been about Arjun. Her heart began to pound.

“A proposal has come,” her mother said carefully. “From the Kapoor family. You met them during the wedding. Their son… Vinay.”

 Jhanvi blinked, her face still.

“They reached out a few days ago. Vinay was impressed by you during the wedding. He’s serious about this and would like to meet you.”

Jhanvi didn’t speak. Her mind felt like a whirlpool. She thought she had moved forward. She had built walls. But now they were knocking again.

Her parents continued gently, sensing her inner conflict.

 “We’re not pressuring you,” her father added. “But we believe he’s a good man. And… maybe it’s time you give yourself another chance.”

Jhanvi nodded faintly, too overwhelmed to respond. “I’ll think about it,” she whispered.

For the next few days, she was lost in thought. On the surface, she continued with work, but inside, she struggled.

 Arjun’s name still echoed somewhere in her chest, and though she never allowed herself to dwell on it for too long, the idea of someone else stepping into that space felt unfamiliar. Wrong. But so did staying frozen in the past.

And so, with a heart heavy with hesitation, she agreed to meet Vinay.

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