"Hm… Sukoon. That's actually a beautiful name."
A voice suddenly came from behind the Ahuja family.
Everyone immediately turned around to see who it was.
And the moment they did…
They were stunned.
Several luxury cars had arrived behind them, and a large group of people stood there in elegant formal clothes.
The Kathwani family.
The Mayor and his family.
The Chauhan family, including Seema and her father.
Even the Joshi family had come.
Seeing all of them standing outside the gates of their new home left everyone shocked.
Vijay looked at them in surprise and said,
"Mr. Kathwani… Mayor sir… Mr. Chauhan… and Mr. Joshi… all of you are here?"
But before anyone could answer, Om stepped forward and explained with a smile,
"Uncle, I invited everyone. Today's the housewarming ceremony, and I wanted all our friends and well-wishers to be part of this happiness."
Then turning toward everyone, Om warmly said,
"Welcome, everyone… welcome to our new home."
Everyone congratulated Om and the family warmly.
Meanwhile, Om's eyes kept accidentally meeting Anshika's.
She kept smiling at him softly again and again.
And every single time, Om quietly gestured for her to stay calm before someone noticed.
Just then, the Mayor looked at the nameplate again and asked curiously,
"Om, is there a reason you named the house Sukoon?"
Om looked toward the mansion for a moment before answering calmly,
"Yes, Uncle."
A soft smile appeared on his face.
"A home is the final destination of a person."
Everyone quietly listened.
"No matter how tired you are… no matter how big your work is… no matter where you go in the world… at the end of the day, you return home."
His voice carried a strange warmth.
"You can stay in the biggest hotels… the most luxurious guest houses… or travel across the entire world…"
Then slowly, he smiled.
"But the best sleep… and the deepest peace… only exist at home."
He looked once again at the golden nameplate.
"That's why I named this house Sukoon."
Hearing him, everyone smiled with genuine happiness.
Without wasting any more time, Sharda Chachi stepped forward and opened the gates.
A prayer plate was immediately brought.
Standing right outside the entrance, she performed the traditional rituals for the new house and removed the evil eye from the family before everyone finally entered the bungalow together.
And the moment they stepped inside…
Everyone was speechless again.
Bungalow Number Zero was on an entirely different level compared to the others.
Inside the property itself was a massive garden that looked no less than a private forest.
A huge parking area.
Water streams flowing peacefully around the property.
Luxury sitting areas hidden between greenery.
Perfectly trimmed grass covering the entire landscape.
A massive swimming pool.
And endless luxurious details everywhere.
As everyone slowly walked toward the main entrance, they also realized how heavily secured the place was.
The security of Indraprastha Bungalows was extremely strict.
The entire area had constant surveillance.
There was even a private police station inside the property itself, staffed with specially trained officers.
On top of that, advanced biometric security systems had been installed everywhere.
The place wasn't just beautiful.
It was untouchable.
By the time they reached the entrance door, the priest had already arrived.
Following the rituals, Sharda Chachi, along with Isha, Riya, and Soumya, placed red vermilion handprints and footprints on the entrance walls and steps of the house.
Watching this, Mr. Kathwani curiously asked Om,
"Son, can you tell me the meaning behind these marks?"
Om smiled and nodded respectfully.
"Of course, Uncle."
Then after looking once at the women of his family, he calmly said,
"God can't be everywhere… that's why He created mothers, sisters, and daughters."
The atmosphere instantly fell silent.
"The purest relationships in this world are between a mother and her child… and between siblings."
His voice carried deep sincerity.
"A mother gives up everything for her children without hesitation… and a daughter or sister is considered the goddess of a home… the blessing of prosperity itself. At least… that's what our ancestors believed."
He smiled softly.
"It may sound old-fashioned to some people…"
Then his eyes moved toward Sharda Chachi and his sisters.
"But I believe it."
A calm pride appeared in his expression.
"And that's why I wanted the four goddesses of my family to bless this house first."
Everyone present was deeply moved after hearing him.
Even those who didn't fully understand his beliefs could still feel the respect he carried for the women in his life.
And honestly…
That respect made people admire him even more.
Soon, everyone entered the mansion.
After touring the enormous palace-like bungalow, the housewarming rituals were completed peacefully.
Then finally, a small celebration party was arranged for all the guests.
Amidst all the noise, conversations, and laughter…
Om and Anshika finally managed to find a little time alone.
Inside the bungalow was a private cinema room.
Om sat alone on one of the seats in the darkened room when suddenly—
The door slowly opened.
Anshika walked inside.
The moment Om saw her…
He froze.
Only now did he properly notice how beautiful she looked today.
She was wearing a deep blue saree.
And honestly…
It felt as if the ocean itself had taken the form of a woman.
For a few moments, Om simply kept staring at her silently, almost like a man lost in a trance.
Meanwhile, Anshika shyly adjusted her hair and slowly walked toward him before sitting beside him quietly.
Then she smiled.
Seeing her smile, Om quickly forced himself out of his thoughts and tried to act normal.
Finally, Anshika spoke softly,
"It's a really beautiful house."
Then teasingly, she added,
"And huge too."
Om smiled instantly.
"Don't worry. I'm not going to make you clean it."
Hearing that, Anshika looked at him with confused amusement.
But after a few seconds…
Her smile slowly faded.
She turned serious.
Looking ahead quietly, she finally spoke in a soft voice,
"Om… what exactly are we?"
Om looked at her silently.
"Sometimes it feels like we're just friends…"
Her voice became lower.
"But honestly… I don't think we've stayed just friends anymore."
She looked down at her hands.
"And I can't keep pretending like this either."
Om still said nothing.
He simply kept watching her quietly.
Finally, Anshika gathered courage and looked toward him with slightly trembling eyes.
"Please tell me…"
Her voice carried confusion, fear, and hope all together.
"What place do I have in your life?"
She swallowed nervously.
"Sometimes it feels like friendship…"
"Sometimes it feels like something more…"
"And sometimes it feels like we already share a relationship neither of us has named yet…"
Then she looked directly into his eyes.
"And other times… it feels like there's nothing at all."
Her voice cracked slightly.
"So please… end this confusion for me."
A long silence filled the room.
Then finally, Om spoke softly,
"I don't understand…"
The moment those words left his mouth, Anshika closed her eyes tightly.
As if she had finally gathered every bit of courage left inside her.
Then without looking at him—
She confessed.
"I love you, Om…"
A deep breath escaped her lips.
"I'm in love with you."