𝐔𝐧𝐯𝐞𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐬

51: Elegance

--Note: Hey guys, do you remember the chapter "Unraveling the Past?"

where he handed her the invitation card, Well, it's time for that party... --

As the long-awaited evening approached, the anticipation coursed through me like a gentle electric current. Thoughts of what to wear swirled in my mind, each possibility meticulously evaluated.

Just as I found myself lost in contemplation, the resonant sound of the doorbell reverberated through the house, interrupting my musings. With a sense of certainty, I made my way to the door, knowing precisely who awaited me on the other side.

As I swung the door open, Akshay stood before me, exuding an air of confidence and charm. Adorned in a suave black tuxedo, complemented by a pristine white shirt, he emanated an undeniable magnetism that made him utterly captivating.

With a silent acknowledgement, he stepped into my living room, bringing with him an air of excitement and intrigue.

Presenting me with a delicately wrapped package, he uttered the words, "Here, open this. It's for you." Curiosity danced in my eyes as I questioned its contents, looking to unravel the mystery. "What is it?" I inquired, unable to hold back my eagerness.

"Just open it, Meera," Akshay replied, his voice infused with a hint of playfulness. Surrendering to his request, I acquiesced, releasing the ribbon that held the gift captive.

As the vibrant paper fell away, a gasp escaped my lips, echoing throughout the room. The dress before me was a breathtaking sight to behold—a mesmerizing black ensemble adorned with intricate netting and delicate embroidery. Its allure was utterly captivating, a testament to Akshay's impeccable taste.

Eyes shining with adoration, Akshay softly declared, "It's for you, love." Memories of our conversations flickered momentarily, but he swiftly brushed them aside, urging us to focus on the present.

"Please, let's not talk about that now," he pleaded, his voice imbued with genuine happiness. Yet his desperation was palpable as he implored, "I want you to wear this for me."

With a mix of amusement and tenderness, I responded, "Okay, fine. I will." A smile blossomed across my face as I reassured him of my agreement. However, Akshay's next words hung in the air, pregnant with anticipation.

Clearing his throat, he paused between each syllable, leaving a momentary void. "And... I have arranged a hair and makeup artist for you," he revealed, as though sensing the question that lingered on my lips.

Uttering his name softly, I sought Akshay's gaze, silently seeking reassurance. In response, his smile widened, and he playfully remarked, "Hey, someone's hair is looking pretty today. I'm sure I'll love this."

Behind him, a jovial figure appeared, radiating positivity and happiness. Aman, the gifted hair and makeup artist, stood before me.

Inviting them both into my home, I extended a warm welcome.

"Please come in," I said graciously, as Akshay and Aman crossed the threshold, filling the room with their presence.

Aman greeted me with a cheerful

"Hi." His warm demeanor instantly put me at ease.

"I'll take care of your hair and makeup today," he politely announced, instilling confidence in his abilities.

Offering refreshments, I inquired, "Would you like something to drink?" Aman chuckled, his laughter infused with a touch of levity.

"I don't drink on workdays," he replied, casting a playful glance at Akshay.