That night, after their heart-to-heart about making their marriage public, Sanju found herself resting in Bhargav's arms. The two of them had settled into a comfortable silence, finding solace in each other's presence. The weight of the world seemed lighter when they were together, but Sanju's mind still buzzed with questions.

The media storm that had once raged relentlessly now seemed to have slowed down, almost as if someone had pulled the brakes on it. Sanju, still curled up beside Bhargav, couldn't help but notice the change. "You know..." she began softly, lifting her head from his chest to look up at him. "It feels like the media has calmed down a bit. It's not as intense as before."Bhargav's gaze softened as he looked down at her, his hand absently brushing through her hair. He had been waiting for her to ask, and now, he felt it was time to tell her the truth. She deserved to know everything. "That's because I've been taking care of things behind the scenes," he said quietly in a calm voice.