He looked at Lavika and winked.
"Yours, right?"
She rolled her eyes and kissed his cheek.
"You're lucky I love food more than I love arguing."
He grinned.
"And I'm lucky you're mine."
To their surprise, room service knocked in under 7 minutes.
Lavika, true to herself, began clicking aesthetic shots of the food. 
Angles. Lighting. Close-ups.
Ishaan raised an eyebrow. "Jaan, khaa lo na. Baad mein click kar lena. Aapko bhukh bhi lagi hai."
She giggled. "Yes, sir. Eating."
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9:30 AM
They stepped out of their room. 
Today was shifting day.
Lavika had gotten two days off from the hospital—her birthday and today. 
So, today was the day she'd move in with Ishaan permanently.
Ishaan made a call. "Send two workers to 209, Elmwood Street. We're shifting and cleaning the apartment."
They reached her apartment by 10:00 AM.
Two guys stood waiting near the door—one desi-looking, lean, early twenties, and one tall with sharp features.
Lavika had a soft pink rose in her hand—something Ishaan bought her from a roadside shop. 
Ishaan held her last night's dress casually.
Lavika smiled, "Would you like some water?"
Both nodded.
"What's your name, sir?"
"I'm Sahil. He's David," one said with a kind smile.
Before Lavika could respond, Ishaan's voice cut in.
"Bas naam le liya, ab kaam karo chalo," he said with an arched brow, eyes narrowing slightly.
Jealous? Absolutely.
Lavika smirked but let it pass.
They guided the workers.
"Please start with the kitchen," Lavika said. "Pack everything except the electric kettle, one frypan, and the essentials in this box."
Sahil and David nodded and got to work.
Lavika went to her room to pack clothes.
Within minutes, Ishaan followed and locked the door behind them.
"Lavs," he whispered, cornering her, "I need energy. Also... mujhe theek nahi lagta you're asking cute guys their names."
She burst into laughter. "Oh my god, are you serious?"
But his lips found hers.
Right as they were halfway into a kiss—
Knock Knock.
"Lavika ma'am? Ma'am... we need to know about the kitchen stuff. Can you help us?"
Lavika sighed into Ishaan's shoulder, lips swollen. "Later..."
1 hour later
Ishaan sat on the couch with his phone and laptop, attending a video meeting. 
His sleeves were rolled, hair slightly messy, a coffee beside him.