As they settled into their roles, Rohan grasped his wife's hand, his eyes locked intensely on hers. \Shubhangi, pyaar hai,\ he whispered, his voice husky with emotion. His wife, Ananya, leaned in, her nose inches from his. She gazed up at him, her eyes sparkling with laughter. \Arre, beta, I'm not Shubhangi,\ she teased, her tone husky. Rohan's eyes widened in mock shock. \Oh?\ He underlined the word, his voice dripping with sarcasm. \Then who are you?\ Ananya's eyes danced with mischief. \I am Lakshmi, your Ayah, and you are my lord, Maharaj Rana.\ Rohan's face lit up with a radiant smile. \Ah, welcome to 16th century India, my dear Lakshmi.\ The couple slipped seamlessly into their roles, their chemistry and banter crackling with anticipation.