Ayan entered the luxurious hotel suite, the soft lighting casting a warm glow over the plush interiors. The faint hum of the city beyond the windows contrasted with the intimate silence of the room. His hands gently covered Adya's eyes, guiding her with playful whispers.

Adya's laughter filled the air, a melodic sound that blended perfectly with the ambiance. "What are you up to, Ayan?" she asked, her voice a mix of curiosity and amusement.

"Shh... Just a little longer," Ayan replied, his tone teasing yet affectionate. He led her carefully across the room, each step deliberate until they reached the balcony door. He opened it with a quiet flourish, the cool breeze rushing in, carrying with it the scent of the sea.

As they stepped outside, Ayan whispered in her ear, "Alright, now open your eyes."

Adya blinked as she adjusted to the sudden brightness, and then her breath caught in her throat. Before she stretched the magnificent skyline of Mumbai, the sun casting golden hues over the sea and the sprawling city below. The bustling streets seemed a world away from this serene vantage point, where the chaos of the city was reduced to a mere backdrop.

"WOW..." Adya breathed, her eyes wide with awe as she took the panoramic view. "Mumbai isn't exactly what I imagined."

Ayan pulled her closer, his arm wrapped around her as they stood at the balcony's edge. "What did you imagine?" he asked, his voice low, almost a murmur against her ear.

She hesitated, her mind drifting to the stories she had heard growing up. "I always thought of Mumbai as a place of struggle, crowded streets, and endless noise. A place where people push others aside  to get ahead."

Ayan's gaze followed hers as he looked out at the city. "There's another side to Mumbai," he said softly. "One hidden beneath the surface, waiting to be discovered."

Adya nodded, her thoughts swirling with the contrast between what she had expected and what she now saw. "From down there, you'd never guess the city could look like this," she whispered, her voice tinged with wonder.

Ayan turned to her, a smile playing on his lips. "But I know one thing for sure," he said, his tone shifting to something lighter. "You're going to look stunning in that new dress you've got coming."

Adya laughed, the sound light and carefree. "Are you trying to change me, Ayan? Turn a small-town girl into a city woman with an expensive dress?"

Ayan's expression grew serious as he gently tilted her chin up to meet his gaze. "Never," he said firmly. "You'll always be my sweet, simple baby. The girl I fell in love with."

Her smile softened as she looked into his eyes, but then she playfully pushed him away. "But you still don't quite fit my idea of the perfect guy," she teased, her laughter bubbling up again as she ran back inside the suite, leaving Ayan standing on the balcony, grinning as he watched her retreat.

As they lay on the soft, inviting bed, Ayan and Adya gazed deeply into each other's eyes, the world outside the hotel suite fading away. The dim light of the room cast a warm glow over their faces, highlighting the unspoken connection that flowed between them.

Adya's voice broke the silence, her tone tinged with a mix of concern and hesitation. "My brother called today," she began softly. "He said he doesn't feel good about all of this."

Ayan's expression shifted slightly, a flicker of irritation passing through his eyes. "He always says things like that," he replied dismissively.

Adya wasn't so easily reassured. "How do you feel about it?" she asked, searching his face for any sign of doubt.

"I feel positive," Ayan said with quiet confidence, his voice steady and sure.

Adya's gaze didn't waver. "Are you sure they'll select you?"

Ayan's brow furrowed as he looked at her, surprised by the sudden question. "Where's this coming from?"

Adya quickly shook her head, her tone apologetic. "No, it's not that, baby. You're the best, I know that. But in a city like Mumbai, with so many big names, so many journalists, and so many major news channels... I just pray that your interview goes well."

Ayan's lips curved into a reassuring smile as he reached out to gently caress her cheek. "Do you remember that day last week when I went to Dharamshala?"

Adya's eyes narrowed in recollection. "Yeah, I remember."

"You never asked why I went there," Ayan said, his voice carrying a hint of playfulness.

Adya sighed, the memory of her anger from that day resurfacing. "I was upset. You knew how I felt about that guru—"

Ayan cut her off gently, his tone firm yet loving. "We've already talked about that."

There was a pause as the tension in the room slowly dissipated. Ayan finally continued, his voice carrying a hint of anticipation. "I went there for an interview... and..."

Adya's heart skipped a beat. "And?" she prompted, her eyes wide with expectation.

Ayan's face lit up with excitement as he reached into his bag and pulled out a letter, holding it up triumphantly. "They selected me!" he announced, his voice brimming with pride.

Adya's eyes widened in shock and joy. "What?! Oh my God! Why didn't you tell me sooner?"

Ayan's grin widened as he watched her reaction, savoring the moment. "I wanted it to be a surprise. Telling you here, in this hotel, with this view... it just felt right."

Adya's face broke into a beaming smile as she threw her arms around him, pulling him close. "Oh my God, baby! You did it!"

Ayan hugged her back, the weight of the moment sinking in as he whispered excitedly, "MUMBAI, HERE WE ARE! And there's one more surprise."

With a mischievous glint in eyes, Ayan reached into the cupboard and pulled out a stunning red dress, holding it up for Adya to see. Her eyes sparkled as she looked at the dress, a perfect blend of elegance and allure.

"Quickly put this on," Ayan said, his voice dropping to a playful whisper as he leaned in closer, "so I can take it off just as quickly."