Sangeet

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Stepping into the Sangeet area was like entering a twilight wonderland bathed in shades of blue. Lush green foliage served as a backdrop for the elaborate decorations, their natural hues providing a grounding contrast to the vibrant blues that dominated the scene.

Overhead, strings of fairy lights twinkled like a million captured stars, casting a soft, ethereal glow. Gossamer fabrics, in varying shades of sapphire, cobalt, and indigo, draped strategically from tree branches and around trellises, creating a sense of whimsical intimacy. Crystal beads, strung along delicate threads, shimmered in the fairy lights, adding a touch of elegance.

In the center of the sprawling courtyard, a makeshift stage had been erected, its backdrop a breathtaking rendition of the Taj Mahal crafted entirely from fragrant flowers. Plush velvet carpets, the color of ripe mangoes, were laid out, inviting guests to sink into their luxurious embrace.  Everywhere one looked, there were signs of meticulous planning and a lavish budget.

No detail, however minute, had been overlooked. Annika, dressed in a breathtaking blue lehenga – a masterpiece of swirling fabric and shimmering embroidery, stood amidst the chaos surveyed her handiwork with a practiced eye, a hint of bittersweet satisfaction playing on her lips.

Shivay, in a sharp navy blue kurta, stood out amidst the swirling colors. Rudra and Om, ever the coordinated duo, sported dark blue kurtas, their playful energy a counterpoint to Shivay's stoicism. Pinky and Jahnvi, radiating elegance, opted for light blue sarees, their hues a subtle contrast to the deeper tones surrounding them. Dadi, the epitome of grace, graced the occasion in a sophisticated blue suit. Tej and Shakti, never to be outdone by their wives, mirrored their elegance in light blue kurtas that perfectly complemented their sarees. Priyanka and Kavya, the younger generation's fashionistas, shimmered in stunning blue lehengas, their youthful exuberance adding another layer to the vibrant scene.

The Sangeet festivities kicked off with a bang as Om and Rudra took to the stage, their infectious energy electrifying the atmosphere. Their performance on the peppy Bollywood track "Ek Kunwara Phir Gaya Mara" set the tone for the evening, sending the guests into a frenzy of applause and cheers.

Next, Priyanka and Kavya, the epitome of youthful exuberance, graced the stage, their vibrant lehengas swirling around them as they danced to the catchy rhythm of "Chote Chote Bhaiyon Ke Bade Bhaiya." Their infectious energy and playful choreography had the entire audience swaying to the beat.

Next, it was the turn of the elders to showcase their moves. Dadi, Tej, Jahnvi, Pinky and Shakti took the stage, their graceful steps and heartfelt rendition of the soulful "Dil Diyan Gallan" evoking a sense of nostalgia and love. The guests were mesmerized by their performance, a testament to the enduring power of music and family bonds.

The highlight of the evening, however, was yet to come. As the music transitioned to the romantic strains of "Sajan Ghar Aaye," all eyes turned to Shivay, who stood rooted to the spot, his face an unreadable mask. The crowd erupted in cheers, urging him to join the dance.

With a mixture of reluctance and resignation, Shivay stepped onto the stage. His movements were initially stiff and hesitant, a reflection of the turmoil within him. But as the music washed over him, a flicker of emotion crossed his eyes. He remembered the day when he and Annika dance together, their bodies moving in perfect harmony, their hearts beating in sync.

Lost in the moment, Shivay's movements became more fluid, more expressive. The pain and confusion that had clouded his heart began to dissipate, replaced by a longing he couldn't quite comprehend.

As the song reached its peak, Shivay's gaze drifted towards Annika. She stood beside Dadi, a captivating sight in her blue lehenga.

Their eyes met, and for a fleeting moment, the world around them faded away. The music, the cheering crowd, the swirling colors – all faded into the background. It was as if they were transported to their own world, a place where only they existed.

Shivay extended his hand, an unspoken invitation. Annika, her heart pounding in her chest, hesitated for a moment before placing her hand in his.

Together, they stepped onto the dance floor, their movements mirrored the unspoken symphony playing out between them. Each step, each turn, was a story waiting to be unraveled.

A thunderous applause erupted from the crowd which jolted Shivay back to reality, the illusion shattering around him. The dance floor remained empty, Annika still by Dadi's side.

A wave of self-disgust washed over him. What was he thinking? How could he have imagined dancing with Annika after everything that transpired? He retreated from the stage, his steps heavy with shame, and sank back into his chair. The truth about Annika, as he believed it to be, echoed in his mind, a constant reminder of the heartbreak he couldn't seem to escape.

The Sangeet continued late into the night, each performance a celebration of love, family, and the joy of life. The Oberoi mansion echoed with laughter, music, and the clinking of glasses, a testament to the enduring spirit of togetherness that bound the family together.

The vibrant energy of the Sangeet eventually succumbed to a gentle fatigue. The once bustling crowd thinned, replaced by a smattering of laughter and scattered rose petals – remnants of the joyous evening. As the last guests departed, a peaceful hush settled over the Oberoi mansion.

Annika, despite her exhaustion, knew the work wasn't quite done. The Mehendi area, once a canvas of green needed a transformation for the upcoming Haldi ceremony. With a determined sigh, she rallied her team. For the next two hours, they worked diligently, transforming the space to match its new purpose. By the time they finished, exhaustion had truly settled in. With a chorus of tired goodbyes, they dispersed to their rooms, yearning for a few stolen moments of sleep before the next round of festivities.

Exhaustion washed over Annika and Shivay like a tidal wave. Collapsing onto their respective beds, both succumbed to the blissful oblivion of sleep. The curious mystery of the henna inscription – Shivay's name adorning Annika's hand and Anika's name on Shivay's – temporarily lost its hold on their weary minds. Dreams, both peaceful and perplexing, replaced the day's whirlwind of emotions as they drifted into a deep slumber, oblivious to the secrets their henna-stained hands held.

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