Rhythms of the Heart ✅

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As Mrs. Oberoi's discontented murmurs echoed in the air, Neel's eyes sparkled with pride, his gaze fixed on his sister, Rihanna, and his friend, Malang. He couldn't contain his joy at their success, a radiant smile lighting up his face.

Mrs. Oberoi: Muttering under her breath "Poor judgment indeed... I expected better from the judges."

Neel: Beaming with pride "Did you see that? Rihanna and Malang were amazing!"

Meanwhile, Mr. Oberoi stood beside his daughter, a sense of pride emanating from him as he watched Rihanna bask in the spotlight. His admiration for her talent and hard work was palpable, overshadowing any disappointment caused by his wife's comments.

Mr. Oberoi: Smiling warmly "Yes, they were. I'm proud of our daughter."

Mrs. Oberoi's dissatisfaction lingered like a dark cloud, contrasting sharply with the jubilant atmosphere of the prize distribution ceremony. Despite her attempts to undermine the judges' decision, Neel remained unfazed, his attention fully captured by the achievements of his loved ones.

With a reluctant nod to her husband, Mrs. Oberoi turned to leave, her disappointment evident in her demeanor. Mr. Oberoi, torn between familial pride and spousal duty, offered a sympathetic glance to Malang and Rihanna, silently expressing his support before following his wife out of the venue.

Mrs. Oberoi: Exasperated sigh "Come, let's leave. This is not worth our time."

Mr. Oberoi: Casting an apologetic glance at Malang and Rihanna before following his wife "I'm sorry, my dear. Let's go."

Neel: Waves goodbye to his parents, his pride for Rihanna and Malang evident in his eyes "See you later, Mom, Dad! We'll celebrate this victory!"

Amidst the mixed emotions swirling around them, Neel waved goodbye to his parents, his heart swelling with pride for his sister and friend. As they departed, he made a silent vow to celebrate their victory and honor their hard work, knowing that their success was well-deserved.
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As the pulsating beat of the music filled the room, colorful lights danced across the walls, casting a vibrant aura over the party. Roy's abrupt departure momentarily dampened the mood, but Malang's friends were quick to rally around him, offering words of encouragement and support.

Neel, with his ever-charming demeanor, approached Malang with a mischievous grin and a drink in hand. "Come on, buddy, don't let Roy's exit bring you down. Let's hit the dance floor and show 'em how it's done!" he exclaimed, nudging Malang playfully.

Malang hesitated for a moment, his earlier gloominess still lingering, but Neel's infectious energy was contagious. With a small smile, Malang accepted the drink and allowed himself to be led onto the dance floor.

Meanwhile, across the room, Ishaan noticed Netra sitting alone, her gaze fixed on the swirling patterns of her drink. Concern etched across his features, he made his way over to her, his steps graceful and purposeful.

"Hey there, Netra. What's got you looking so serious?" Ishaan asked, his voice filled with genuine warmth and concern.

Netra glanced up, meeting Ishaan's gaze with a faint smile. "Oh, nothing much. Just not really in the party mood, I guess," she replied, her tone somewhat subdued.

Ishaan arched an eyebrow, his lips curling into a playful smirk. "Well, how about we change that?" he suggested, extending his hand towards her. "Come on, let's show these folks what we're made of out on the dance floor."

Netra hesitated for a moment, uncertainty flickering in her eyes, but the sight of Ishaan's outstretched hand was too tempting to resist. With a nod, she placed her hand in his, allowing him to lead her away from the shadows and into the heart of the party.

As they joined the throng of dancers, the music enveloped them in its pulsating rhythm, washing away their worries and inhibitions. With each step, Netra felt herself loosening up, her spirits lifted by Ishaan's infectious enthusiasm and unwavering support.

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