"Yuvraj, please," I whispered, my voice breaking. "Don't do this."
"Get up," he ordered, his voice as cold as ice.
Tears streamed down my face. "Please, I'll do anything. Just don't make me-"
"Step on the glass," he interrupted, his eyes burning wit...
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Yuvraj and Aisha stepped out of the changing room, their faces glowing with the aftermath of a shared, passionate moment. The echoes of their kiss lingered on Yuvraj's lips, a reminder of the intensity they had just experienced. He could still feel the warmth of her breath against his skin, the softness of her touch, and the way she had melted into his arms. Every time he blinked, he could see her eyes-dark, deep, and filled with the promise of forever.
As they walked back into the hall, the sangeet celebration was in full swing. The stage was brightly lit, adorned with marigold garlands and shimmering lights. Guests were scattered around, some chatting animatedly, others swaying to the music that filled the air. The aroma of festive food mingled with the scent of flowers, creating a heady mix that heightened Yuvraj's senses.
Suddenly, the lights dimmed, and a spotlight focused on the center of the stage. The DJ's voice boomed through the speakers, "And now, a special performance by our very own Yashraj!" Cheers erupted from the crowd as Yashraj, Yuvraj's younger brother, bounded onto the stage with boundless energy.
Yuvraj couldn't help but smile. Yashraj had always been the life of every party, and tonight was no different. The opening beats of "Kukkad" from Student of the Year started playing, and the crowd's excitement was palpable. Yashraj stood still for a moment, soaking in the applause, and then he began to move.
His dance was a burst of exuberance and precision. Yashraj's steps were sharp, his movements fluid. He danced with a confidence that made every twist and turn look effortless. As he lip-synced to the lyrics, his expressions were spot-on, capturing the playful essence of the song. The audience clapped along, their enthusiasm mirroring Yashraj's infectious energy.
Yuvraj watched his brother with pride, but his mind kept drifting back to Aisha. He glanced at her; she was watching Yashraj too, a smile playing on her lips. He remembered how she had looked at him in the changing room, her eyes filled with desire and love. Their kiss had been everything he had dreamed of-fierce, passionate, and full of unspoken promises. It had felt like the world had stopped, and there was only the two of them, lost in each other.
Yashraj was now in the middle of the chorus, doing the signature step of the song with such vigor that the audience erupted into loud cheers and whistles. Yuvraj's heart swelled with affection. Here was his family, his love, and his future, all in one room, celebrating together. He reached out and took Aisha's hand, giving it a gentle squeeze. She turned to him, her eyes meeting his, and in that moment, Yuvraj knew that everything was perfect.
As Yashraj finished his performance with a dramatic pose, the crowd leapt to their feet, applauding wildly. Yuvraj joined in, clapping enthusiastically for his brother, but his thoughts were still on that kiss, and the promise of many more to come. He leaned closer to Aisha and whispered, "I love you," his voice barely audible over the noise.
She smiled, her eyes sparkling, and whispered back, "I love you too."
The applause for Yashraj's energetic performance was still echoing in the hall when the DJ's voice cut through the noise once more, "And now, a special performance by Viraj and Alia!" The spotlight shifted to the edge of the stage where Viraj, Yuvraj's youngest brother, stood with his girlfriend Alia. The crowd's cheers were enthusiastic, but Yuvraj couldn't help but notice the subtle tension in Alia's posture.
