Four best friends.
One wedding.
A reunion that was never meant to happen.
Time changed everything. But not their pasts. Not the glances that still sting.
Not the love that never really left. One waits for her, clinging to a love that never faded. O...
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The moment Myra stepped onto the dance floor, everything else blurred into the background. She wasn't just dancing — she was breathing poetry. Every move was deliberate, elegant and graceful. For a second, I forgot how to breathe.
Maybe dumplings really do take challenges too seriously, but if that's what seriousness looks like, I'll gladly lose.
Then, just as I was zoning out like a lovesick idiot, Viraj grabbed me. Literally grabbed me and spun me into the chaos. Bro nearly gave me a heart attack.
Typical Viraj — never giving a damn about personal space. But I couldn't even be mad at him. Because if I'd stayed there any longer, watching her, I'd have fallen right back into the mess I've been trying to escape for months.
When our shoulders brushed, she smiled. That same smile I used to chase. "You dance well," I managed, though my throat felt dry. I was pretending like I wasn't on the verge of short-circuiting.
She said something back, but the music swallowed her words. Maybe it's better that way. If I'd heard her voice, I might've lost it completely.
And that outfit? No idea what it was called — lehenga? magic? disaster in the making? Whatever it was, she wore it like confidence had a shape.
Before my heart could pull another stunt, Viraj yanked me off the dance floor for a drink. Thank god. I needed someair. We ended up at a table with two men who looked like they'd walked out of a Forbes cover.
"Rohan Singh Shekhawat," one said. I did hear that name quite often. The other ,Ayaan Rathod. Both successful, charming, intimidating.
I smiled, shook their hands, but my mind? Still out there .
on the dance floor.
With her. Always her.
🍷
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Ethan caught me staring again. "Bro, stop gazing at her like she's the last slice of cake. She's literally going to be your wife in a week."
