Mrs Singhania: A Saga Of Unconditional Love

3~ First meet

Author's pov

Shivani stood in front of the mirror, tugging at the hem of her dress in an attempt to pull it down. "Meera, it's a bit too short for my liking," she said, her voice laced with concern.

Meera, Shivani's best friend, chuckled and walked over to her. "Oh, come on Shivani! You look stunning! The dress is perfect for the party tonight."

Shivani's dress was a black bodycon number that hugged her curves in all the right places. It reached above her knees, showcasing her toned legs, and was off-the-shoulder, accentuating her delicate neck. Her high pointed heels added a few inches to her height, making her look even more statuesque. Her makeup was impeccable - a bold red lip color and smokey eyes that added a touch of sophistication to her overall look. A single black stone ring adorned her right hand finger, adding a hint of elegance to her outfit.

But what truly made Shivani look breathtakingly beautiful was her brown wavy hair, which cascaded down her back like a waterfall, reaching till her hips. It framed her heart-shaped face perfectly, accentuating her sharp features and brightening up her complexion.

Meera smiled and handed Shivani a small clutch. "Here, take this. You're ready to rock the party!"

Meera's hands grasped Shivani's shoulders firmly, her eyes locked onto hers with a reassuring gaze. "Baby, just take a deep breath, head high and adjust your crown, okay?" she said, her voice laced with encouragement. She knew her best friends, Shivani and Ruhanika, all too well, and their aversion to parties was no secret.

Ruhanika, standing beside them, let out a sarcastic snort. "Yeah, adjust your crown, Shivani, because you're going to war," she said, her voice dripping with sarcasm. Meera shot her a warning glare, but Ruhanika just smiled sweetly, her eyes sparkling with mischief.

Meera's expression turned stern, but she couldn't help the twitch of her lips. She suppressed her smile and adopted an innocent face. "Every day is war, Ruu, a war of life and enjoyment, but you wouldn't get it," she said, her voice light and teasing. "Grumpy old grandmother," she added, playfully rolling her eyes.

Without waiting for further excuses or arguments, Meera grasped her friends' hands and dragged them inside the club. The thumping music and flashing lights enveloped them, and Meera's friends exchanged a hesitant glance before being pulled into the vibrant chaos.

Ruhanika covered her ears with her palms, wincing at the loud music. "The music is too loud!" she complained, her voice barely audible over the thumping beat.

Meera chuckled and put her hands on her hips, striking a pose. "Oh meri jaan, Sat sang mai aayi hona?" she teased, her eyes sparkling with amusement. "Abhi mausi ko bolti hu dhire gao unli bityaan rani ko oucha Sangeet pasand nahi"

(Oh my love, you came to spiritual discourse right? I'm going to tell my aunt to sing slowly because the queen doesn't like loud music).

Meera playfully glared at Ruhanika's palms, which were still covering her ears. With a mischievous grin, she pulled Ruhanika and Shivani onto the dance floor. At first, both friends were hesitant to dance in front of strangers, but Meera's infectious energy soon had them laughing and letting loose.

As they danced, Ruhanika and Shivani forgot about their initial reservations, lost in the music and the moment. Meera spun and twirled around them, her smile radiant and carefree. Together, the three friends danced the night away, their worries and inhibitions left behind.