A Snapshot of Love, A Prelude to Scandal

                                    

                                          
The night passed with a gentle serenity, as Bhargav and Sanju let themselves bask in the warmth of each other's presence. They didn't rush; there was no need to. They had taken a significant step, one that brought them closer, and for now, that was enough. The following morning, the first rays of sunlight peeked through the curtains, casting a soft glow across the room. Sanju stirred awake, feeling a lightness in her heart that she hadn't felt in weeks. She turned her head slightly, finding Bhargav still beside her, his arm draped protectively over her waist. His peaceful expression made her smile, a sense of contentment washing over her. Bhargav, as if sensing her gaze, slowly opened his eyes. The sight of Sanju so close, her eyes warm with affection, made his heart swell. "Good morning sweetheart," he whispered, his voice husky with sleep. "Good morning ree," Sanju replied softly, her fingers absentmindedly tracing patterns on the back of his hand. There was a newfound ease between them, a closeness that didn't need words to be understood.
They spent the early morning in a comfortable silence, moving through their routine with an unspoken understanding. Every glance, every touch held a deeper meaning now — a reassurance that they were on the right path, healing and growing together. Bhargav couldn't help but steal glances at Sanju, his heart swelling with pride and love for the woman who had bravely faced her fears to be closer to him.
However, the serene atmosphere couldn't fully distract Bhargav from the growing unease he felt about the media storm that was likely brewing. The implications of Mr. Gupta's public revelation weighed heavily on his mind. He knew the media wouldn't stop at just his involvement in the case — they would dig deeper, trying to uncover every detail of his life, including his marriage to Sanju. The thought made his stomach churn with worry. Sanju was unaware of the potential chaos that might soon descend upon them, and he wanted to keep it that way for as long as possible. After breakfast, Bhargav excused himself and made his way to his study. Once in his study, Bhargav picked up his phone and dialed Anitha's number, his voice firm and direct. "Anitha, I need you to take care of something for me." "Of course, Bhargav," Anitha responded. "What do you need?" "Sanju needs to work remotely for the next few days," Bhargav stated, his eyes briefly flicking toward the kitchen where Sanju was finishing her morning chores. "There's a lot going on right now, and I don't want her caught in the middle of it. Make the necessary arrangements." "Consider it done," Anitha replied without hesitation. "I'll inform her that it's a temporary measure until things stabilize." "Good," Bhargav said. 
After ending the call, Bhargav returned to the living room where Sanju was sitting with a cup of coffee. He approached her with a gentle smile, trying to keep his tone casual. "Sanju, I've arranged for both of us to work from home for the next few days." Sanju looked up at him, a bit surprised but not questioning his decision. "Is everything alright?" "Everything's fine," Bhargav reassured her, moving closer to sit beside her. He gently placed his hand on her shoulder, his thumb brushing her skin in a soothing motion. "I just thought it would be good for us to take it easy for a bit, focus on us, and let things settle down. Plus," he added with a playful glint in his eyes, "it'll be nice to have some extra time together, don't you think?" Sanju's lips curved into a soft smile, her earlier surprise melting into contentment. There was something in the way he said it that made her feel deeply cared for as if he was creating a little bubble of peace just for the two of them. "That sounds wonderful," she replied, her voice tinged with warmth.
With that decision made, Bhargav and Sanju settled into the rhythm of their workday, both of them busy but comforted by each other's presence. They set up their respective workspaces in the living room, close enough to share the occasional smile or reassuring glance without disrupting each other's focus. The quiet companionship was soothing, a reminder of the unspoken bond they were nurturing. Throughout the day, they exchanged brief conversations during their breaks, sharing thoughts and small moments that brought a sense of normalcy and warmth to the day. The house was filled with peaceful energy, the soft sound of keyboards clicking and papers shuffling blending harmoniously with the occasional rustle of the curtains as a breeze drifted in.