SHE SAW ME

SOUND OF LOVE

Love can expressed in many ways and she will express her love with the way she knows the best.❤️❤️

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The entire auditorium buzzed with excitement as the host stepped off the stage. The crowd's anticipation hung in the air like a tangible force, electric and alive. Then, a single, tiny light appeared at the back of the stage, followed by a low, haunting note from a flute, and then Sanam's voice cut through the silence. No instruments, no orchestra, just the raw power of her voice.

"Bahja re bandiya behja..."

That first note sent a shiver through the crowd. Everyone fell into a hushed trance, mesmerized by the unearthly beauty of her voice. Every cheer, every murmur stilled in an instant, replaced by a reverent silence as if they were all under her spell.

And then, like a vision, she emerged—a spotlight revealed her seated gracefully at the center of the stage, legs crossed in her signature posture. The delicate curves of her form, the serenity on her face, and that ethereal glow surrounding her made it impossible to look away. She was captivating.

"Wow, she looks amazing!" Shree whispered, admiring with awe.

"She's going to rock this stage without a doubt," Rahul added, his gaze fixed on Sanam.

"She's gorgeous," Ananya murmured softly, her eyes widening with wonder.

But for Kahini, everything else melted away—the crowd, the applause, even the murmurs of their friends. All she could see was Sanam. Their eyes locked the instant the light caught Sanam's face, and the world shifted. Kahini's heart thudded against her ribcage, and she felt her breath catch as a smile spread across Sanam's lips—a smile that was for her alone. A message that spoke louder than words: I heard you.

The nervousness, the panic that had been clawing at Kahini's chest since her impulsive confession backstage, dissolved in that moment. She saw the unspoken response in Sanam's gaze, the yearning and the tenderness mingling with a desire that set her pulse racing. It was as if the entire auditorium vanished, leaving only them, connected by a glance and a smile, speaking a language only they understood.

"I think she's fine now," Shree murmured quietly, a playful smile tugging his lips as he looked at Kahini.

"She definitely is," Prashant teased softly. He could see the shift—the way Kahini's shoulders relaxed, the way the tension drained from her posture. Whatever storm had been raging inside her had settled, calmed by a single look from the woman on stage.

"Assalamu Alaikum, Namaste everyone," Sanam greeted the audience with folded hands, her voice warm, respectful and inviting. The entire auditorium responded with a wave of applause, a welcoming roar that resonated through the space. The energy in the room was palpable, and it brought a radiant smile to Sanam's face. The front row couldn't help but smile back, caught up in the electric connection between artist and audience.

"They say we are all different—different cultures, different religions, different colors, different countries. But I believe we all share one destination, one home we return to when this journey of life comes to an end. This next song is about that journey, written about 200 years ago by a legendary Sufi poet. It is the legacy of my country, and I would be honored to share it with you today," Sanam announced, her voice filled with reverence as she bowed respectfully, acknowledging the great poet who penned the words. She took a deep breath, ready to dive back into her song.

"Bahja ohh bandiya tu bahja...
Na Khor muje vo syahi or suro ke ye dal dal me
Tu bahja or pale muje teri ruh ke sagar me"