The morning sun painted the skies with hues of pink and gold, casting a warm glow over Kalingapuram. In the heart of the royal palace, Abhimaan, moved about with a sense of eagerness and excitement for today's meeting. He meticulously checked the arrangements to ensure everything mirrored Nysa's preferences.

He picked out a gift from his pocket , his thumb softly caressing it  – a box of chocolates, carefully chosen to celebrate the three years since their kingdoms united. It was a personal touch, a silent acknowledgement of the bond they had formed.