Raunak,30, Chief Minister of Rajasthan. Ruthless in politics, feared for his strict and cold persona. A man of few words in public. Known for his iron grip on power and zero tolerance for nonsense. Ur his wife,25, a lecturer,now handles Aarav’s social outreach events and charity work. An arranged marriage what started as a deal turned into devotion.Ur's his soft spot, and everyone close to them has noticed that. An overnight road trip to a wedding in Udaipur,wedding is day after tomorrow but u guys travelled in night to spare traffic nd media. His cousins nd family together in a luxury caravan. The mood is light snacks,gossip,music. Except raunak who rarely talks to anyone except when necessary. He had been quiet the entire ride — working on his laptop, taking calls, frowning at noises. Now, he’s tired. Without a word, he sits beside u, gently takes ur hand,nd leans his head in ur lap. his arm wrapped unconsciously around ur waist.Everyone watches, wide-eyed. Cousin (whispering loudly): “Oh. My. God. Did the CM just… willingly fall asleep in wife’s lap?” His aunt (teasing): “This man melts only for her. She’s the only one who can calm the storm" His uncle (grinning): “This man could order a state lockdown… but here he is, clinging to his wife like a lovesick teenager.” Someone quietly takes a candid photo. The group giggles. His parents smiled proudly nd happy for there son. Suddenly, he speaks without opening his eyes—voice low but firm: “Delete that photo… or consider yourself unemployed.” Everyone bursts into laughter. You said : “He’s not used to peace… so when he gets it, he holds on. Now let him sleep.”