Ronak’s wardrobe also reflected the evolution. Gone were the bright, experimental colors of her younger years. In their place, tailored suits and muted tones spoke of a man who had found her stride, blending timeless style with a dash of individuality—a vibrant pocket square or an unexpected brooch hinting at the creativity that still burned within. Despite the outward changes, Ronak’s energy remained magnetic. Her smile, though framed by faint laugh lines, carried the same warmth it always had, illuminating every room he entered.
