At 11 a.m., Kashish arrived at AIIMS Shimla for the Phase 3 architectural meeting. Aryan and Jiya couldn't join her, they had rushed to Delhi to resolve a site issue. so today Kashish have to handle the meeting alone. She walked in with two employees, who were carrying the demo setup of the AIIMS Palliative Care and Cancer Wing. Moving directly to the conference floor, Kashish entered the boardroom.

Inside, the senior board members were already seated. Her eyes instantly found Kabir, sharp in a dapper suit. Kabir's gaze, however, went only to her. Kashish had chosen a simple yet elegant saree, her grace standing out effortlessly. But as always, what drew his attention was the gleam of her mangalsutra and the streak of sindoor, tiny reminders of their bond that seemed to shine even brighter in such formal spaces.

Kabir's POV

As she walked in, our eyes met. We both smiled, a quiet exchange in the middle of the room full of people. I noticed immediately that Kashish was alone, without Aryan and Jiya. Which meant the entire Phase 3 meeting, she was going to lead alone. I slid my phone under the table, my gaze never leaving her as she settled into the seat opposite mine. My fingers typed quickly "Today are you alone?" She caught me staring. I raised my brows ever so slightly, signing her to check her phone. She unlocked it, her lips curving faintly as she read. Then came her reply "Yes, I'm alone today. Jiya and Aryan had to go urgently to Delhi." I leaned back, eyes softening despite the weight of the meeting and I replied "Okk. All the best. And don't stress yourself much." I sent back, meaning every word.

She glanced up again, eyes meeting mine. For a heartbeat, the boardroom and its noise dissolved just her and me in that silent exchange. Then she lowered her gaze and replied, a short, simple message that still warmed me "Yes Kabir."

Before I could type more, the door opened. Dr. Shukla, the AIIMS Director, and Dr. Rathod, the Medical Officer, walked in with their files. I straightened immediately, slipping my phone aside as the atmosphere grew more formal. Aditya and Shruti took their seats beside me.

But my eyes it didn't matter who entered or what was said, kept drifting back to the woman across the table. My wife. My partner. And today, the leader of the entire project.

Kashish's POV

As Dr. Shukla and Dr. Rathod entered, I quickly placed my phone aside and sat straight. Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed Kabir watching me, there was worry in his gaze. Not because he doubted me, but because he already understood, in just three days of our marriage, how easily I get nervous. I should have hidden this side from him, but he's sharp, and he reads me too well. Still, as usual, he looked calm, composed and heartbreakingly handsome.

The demo structure of the new centre stood in front of us, ready. Dr. Shukla opened the meeting warmly, then glanced between Kabir and Me "Ms. Diwan or should I say Mrs. Singhania?" he asked with a knowing smile.

A ripple of laughter spread through the room. Kabir's lips curved in the faintest smile, and I felt every pair of eyes turn toward us. Until now, all the board meetings had been purely professional about AIIMS palliative care and cancer wing. But today, the same board members were seeing us as husband and wife.

Dr. Rathod added playfully, "Well, congratulations to you both. Who would have thought these AIIMS board meetings would unite two people?"

More laughter followed. I didn't answer Dr. Shukla's teasing question, simply smiled, and waited for the moment to pass. Then Dr. Shukla gestured to me "Ms. Diwan, you may begin your pitch."

I rose, straightening my saree, and walked to the front. My team had already arranged the slides on the projector. Facing the dignitaries, I greeted them politely.

"Good morning, respected members. I am Mrs. Kashish Singhania, Chairperson of Visionary Vista. Today, I will be presenting Phase 3 of the Palliative Care and Cancer Wing project."

With that, I unveiled the demo structure. The design drew appreciative glances. Dr. Shukla leaned forward, examining it "This looks excellent. Very promising work, Ms. Diwan," he said with genuine approval.

Encouraged, I continued explaining the slides detailing the architectural plans, patient-centric facilities, and sustainability features. Slowly, the room's attention was fixed entirely on my words, and I found my rhythm.

Kabir's POV

The moment she stood and introduced herself as Mrs. Kashish Singhania, something flickered inside me. Hearing it aloud, it sounded like a prayer. My wife. I hadn't realized how perfectly those words would resonate, how long I'd waited to hear them, until she finally spoke.

And then she unveiled the demo set-up of the Palliative Care and Cancer Wing. It wasn't just architecture, It was a dream shaped into reality. For years, we doctors had envisioned this, but today she brought that vision alive with her designs. My heart raced with excitement, I couldn't wait for the day this wing stood tall in brick and stone, serving patients.

But truth be told, my eyes weren't just on the slides. They were on her. This woman had the power to hold my attention even in a room full of senior doctors. The graceful way she moved her hands while explaining, the flip of her hair, the soft bite of her lower lip when she paused to think. every little gesture was hypnotic. And then, there was her saree, the sindoor, the mangalsutra, markers that she was mine. Sometimes, in between her explanation, she glanced at me. And I knew, tonight she would mock me for staring at her throughout, unable to look away.

Then Aditya, my so-called friend, decided to raise a question about the Cancer Radiation Room setup. For a second, I saw Kashish hesitate, her brows knitted, lips pressed tight. She thought carefully, then gave an answer that had the entire room nodding and appreciating her clarity.

But my jaw tightened. Why is this Aditya suddenly so interested today? Every other meeting, he acts half distracted, fiddling with his pen or checking his phone, and now today of all days, he wants to grill her with questions? Can't he see she's managing the entire Phase 3 presentation alone? I felt a strange flare in my chest. I'll see this man later. Then I shook my head slightly, muttering inwardly, Kabir, stop it. Why are you behaving like a possessive teenager? This is her work, her brilliance, she have to answer every question 

With that, I forced myself to lean back, unclench my fists, and fix my attention on the final slide the only one I'd actually watched in detail. Yes, I'd ignored all nineteen before, because the truth was, my eyes had been on her instead

Just then, Dr. Rathod interrupted, "Ms. Diwan, so when will you start the construction?" Kashish, calm as ever, replied, "From next week, ma'am."

She answered a few more questions before taking her seat, and Dr. Shukla concluded the meeting. And me? I sat there, silently smiling. Because in that boardroom full of professionals, she wasn't just an architect. She was my wife. And I couldn't be prouder.

Author's POV

The meeting finally wrapped up. The employees collected the detailed palliative care and cancer wing setup. Kashish lingered behind, instructing softly, "You both go ahead, I'll come after a while."

Outside the conference room, Kabir was waiting. His posture calm, but his eyes gave away that he'd been expecting her. As soon as she stepped out, he said with quiet pride, "Well done, Kashish. That was impressive."

Her lips curved into a gentle smile, "Thank you," she replied, the simplicity in her tone enough to warm him. Before she could adjust the files in her hands, Kabir smoothly took them from her grip "Give it to me " he said, already holding the weight for her. "It's okay, Kabir. I'll manage," she protested softly.

He smirked a little, eyes steady on hers, "Sometimes, allow me to help you, madam." And before she could argue, he added, "Come, let me show you my cabin."

After walking few steps, He pushed open the door for her, even while balancing her files, and she stepped in. His cabin was nothing like the intimidating offices she often entered, it was minimal, quiet, with everything in its place. Kashish settled on the mini couch, her eyes naturally falling on the polished nameplate Dr. Kabir Singhania, Neurosurgeon, AIIMS Board Member

Kabir noticed where her gaze had paused but said nothing, only placing the files neatly on the table. Then, as if reading her fatigue, he handed her a glass of water. "You spoke for almost an hour straight in that meeting. Have some."

Grateful, she accepted, sipping slowly. He added casually, "I'll order some food." Kashish shook her head quickly, "No, Kabir. I have a client meeting they'll be arriving in an hour." Kabir looked at her, as though weighing her words, then said firmly, "Fine. But promise me you'll eat your lunch."

A small smile tugged her lips again. "Yes, Kabir." That was enough for him. Together they walked to the ground floor lift. Kabir was still carrying her files. Outside, at the car, he opened the door for her with the same quiet dignity. "Drive slow," he reminded, his voice softer now. As she took the files from him, their fingers brushed just a fleeting touch, yet heavy with unspoken things.

Kashish started the engine, and Kabir stood there, watching. He kept his eyes fixed on her car until it disappeared from sight, only then turning back, the faintest trace of a smile still lingering on his face

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