Page 162 of Obsession

“W…what?” Sheena sputtered on her champagne. “A week? How can we plan in a week?”

Sabrina raised a hand. “I can help. I have experience in these matters.”

“Perfect,” Anna said. “Oh, and I told Mom and Dad earlier. They’re on board with the plan.”

Dmitri gave Mihir a thumbs up and a smile before disappearing in the direction of the kitchen. Mihir was glad to have him and his unwavering support. He really had done some good deeds to have such good people around him.

Everyone began animatedly discussing Anna and his wedding. Plans were being made, venue options were listed, and the girls discussed hair, makeup, and clothes. Sabrina sat on the rug near the coffee table, making notes on a notepad someone had handed her, as everyone pitched in.

His heart warmed looking at all of them. His family. He walked to the garden, gazing at the sky above. Seeing him standing by himself, Anna came to him.

Putting an arm around his waist, she rested her head on his chest. “This feels so good right now. I never thought I’d be this happy again.”

“Youare my happiness, Anna. As long as you are with me, my world is in perfect harmony.”

They stood together, watching their family from a distance. He’d been so fortunate. He was indeed blessed.

He looked at the sky above, sending a small prayer of thanks to his father.

Thank you, Papa. For everything. Because of you, I found Anna, and now we’re back together. We’re also going to be parents to twins. I’m so happy. I’m sure you’d have loved my children. I am remarrying the love of my life next week, and then Armaan and Vedant will also get married soon. We’ve also found our sister, and she is as wonderful as we knew her. Everything is finally alright. Except we don’t have you here.

A lone star twinkled brightly in the sky above. He blinked—and when he looked up again, the stars were still. It made his heart happy to think that maybe that was his father telling him that he was with them, always.

Mihir’s world was brighter now—like everything had aligned exactly as fate had planned, and as his father would have wished for him.

EPILOGUE

Two years later

Dubai

Mihir moved quietly through the house, heading straight to the one place he knew Anna would be at this hour.

“Once upon a time, there was a prince who had a sunshine smile. His smile was so beautiful that it could light up a room.”

Mihir stood at the door, listening to his wife narrate her favorite bedtime story to their twins, Arjun and Mahie. Arjun asked for water, and Anna handed him a sipper-cup.

Mihir looked at his precious little family. Two years ago, Anna had married him again in a loud wedding celebration. It was exactly as she’d wanted. His sister, Sabrina—he’d finally gotten used to calling her that and not Karina—had done a great job organizing it. All their family and friends, including the Rajpoots and the Luthras, had attended.

Armaan and Vedant had also gotten married soon after. They’d held three grand receptions in different cities. Mihir and Anna had held their reception in Dubai, Vedant and Reina had theirs in London, and finally, Armaan and Navya had their reception in Moscow. The entire board of O-Corp, along with all their business associates and partners, had been invited to all three.

With the threat of Ivan no longer on their heads, the brothers had been able to focus fully on their work. O-Corp continued to grow by leaps and bounds.

Noir, and Anna, were thriving too. Miss Butterfly had finally been hushed, and Anna had stopped that gossip column she had started because of him. It seemed preordained that the first wedding Noir covered was theirs, followed by Armaan’s and Vedant’s. Noir was now fast becoming the most coveted platform for covering elite weddings. The who’s who of the world were approaching Anna to feature their weddings in Noir. It was amazing, how successful Anna continued to be, despite being a mother to their twins.

Anna and he were more in love than ever. They had both worked to fix their relationship to become this beautiful family they now were.

He focused on Anna as she continued to tell her story to their children.

“This prince was in love with a princess from a faraway land. “Then one day, some very bad people hurt him,” Anna said softly. “The princess thought he’d died. She was sad for many years. But the prince had lived. He thought the princess had hurt him. That because of her, bad people had hurt him. He thought that because of her he had a bad scar on his face. Then one day, the princess learned her prince was alive. She finally saw the prince again. The princess loved him despite that scar. She had always loved him.”

Mihir rubbed his cheek. The scar was no longer something he hated. It was a part of who he was, and he’d finally accepted it. He listened in as Anna continued her tale.

“But the prince was very angry with her. It took time, but the princess convinced the prince that she loved him. The prince fought the bad men who had actually hurt him, and they lived happily ever after.”

“Again,” Arjun said.

“Anna, Anna,” Mahie pleaded, “One more story.”

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