Rhythms of the Heart ✅

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The hum of activity filled the Agarwal mansion. The wedding rituals were in full swing, a whirlwind of color, music, and joyous chaos. Neel, sporting a vibrant kurta, found himself pulled into conversations with Veer, Mr. Agarwal, and even his own father. Somya, radiant in her crimson lehenga, had insisted on Malang staying by her side for emotional support. Her happiness was infectious, radiating out from her like a beacon.

Upstairs, Sanjana coordinated arrangements with Mrs. Oberoi and Mrs. Agarwal, the three women a picture of focused cooperation. Finally, the dulha made his grand entrance, a sight to behold. Somya, looking every bit the stunning bride, walked down the aisle with Malang by her side, a proud brother escorting his beloved sister.

The music soared, filling the air with a celebratory energy. Guests danced, laughed, and shared stories, caught up in the infectious joy of the occasion.

Time Skip

Exhaustion, a pleasant kind, settled over the wedding party. The revelry had taken its toll, leaving a trail of happy smiles and tired bodies. On the terrace, a group of younger guests had gathered – Veer, Sanjana, Malang, Neel, Riya, Somya, and a few relatives. Their grand dadi regaled them with a captivating story, her voice weaving a spell of nostalgia and laughter.

Neel, ever the charmer, had managed to sneak his hand under the blanket, his fingers brushing playfully against Malang's palm. Their eyes met, a secret language passing between them amidst the storytelling. Just as Neel leaned in for a whispered tease, a booming voice shattered the intimate moment.

"Malang!"

Rohit, Malang's childhood friend, burst onto the terrace, his trademark boisterous energy filling the space. With a whoop of joy, he flung himself onto the couch, landing squarely beside Malang. A playful tussle ensued, a flurry of arms and laughter.

Malang, caught between his secret lover and his best friend, found himself blushing furiously. Neel, forced to relinquish his hold, plastered a smile on his face, though a flicker of jealousy danced in his eyes. He couldn't openly express his feelings, not yet.

Meanwhile, the rest of the group reveled in Malang's predicament. Sanjana doubled over in laughter, clutching her stomach. "Oh no, Malang! Looks like you're stuck between a rock and a hard place!"

Veer chimed in, adding fuel to the fire. "Neel, don't worry, we all know who Malang's real best friend is!"

Rohit, oblivious to the unspoken tension, wrapped his arm around Malang's shoulder. "Yeah, buddy! Remember that time we, oh…" He launched into a tale of their childhood escapades, completely unaware of the silent drama unfolding around him.

Malang, caught in the crossfire, could only smile weakly, his cheeks burning. The night, it seemed, wasn't quite over yet. He had to navigate the delicate dance between his burgeoning feelings for Neel and the deep bond he shared with Rohit. It was a challenge, but one he was determined to face, one stolen glance and playful touch at a time.
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The breakfast table buzzed with conversation the next morning. Mrs. Agarwal lamented the need to fetch supplies for the next day's rituals from a nearby village, a task that conflicted with her other commitments.

"Don't worry, Mom," Veer offered, ever the helpful son. "I'll go get them."

Sanjana, ever practical, chimed in, "But Veer, you have to accompany Dad and Uncle Oberoi on another errand. Remember?"

Veer slapped his forehead, a groan escaping his lips.  "Oh yeah, right! Completely slipped my mind."

Malang, who had been silently savoring his poha, spoke up.  "Mom, I can go.  I know the village well."

Mrs. Agarwal, however, hesitated.  "But honey, it's not exactly safe for you to go alone…"

Before she could finish, a voice cut through the air.  Rohit, brimming with his usual enthusiasm, declared, "Don't worry, aunty!  I'll take Malang.  We'll be back in a jiffy."

Neel's jaw clenched subtly.  The jealousy that had simmered since Rohit's arrival flared up again.  He longed to be the one accompanying Malang, but propriety and logic chained his tongue.

**Time Skip**

Malang, dressed in a casual yet handsome ensemble of a white shirt, denim jacket, and jeans, waited outside the Agarwal mansion.  He glanced impatiently at his watch, wondering why Rohit was taking so long.

Suddenly, a familiar car pulled up in front of him.  Neel rolled down the window, a mischievous glint in his eyes.

"Hop in, sunshine," he said with a playful smile.  "Seems like your ride's taking a bit longer.  Didn't want my sweetheart Mahi to wait in the sun any longer."

Malang's initial surprise melted into a smile as he understood the unspoken play.  Neel's subtle revenge on his jealousy was both endearing and a little bit thrilling.  He climbed into the passenger seat, a playful glint mirroring Neel's own.

"So," Neel began, as the car pulled away from the mansion.  "Ready for a little adventure with your favorite person?"

Malang chuckled, leaning back in his seat.  "Always, as long as it's with you," he replied, his voice laced with a hint of flirtation.

The unexpected turn of events had brought a surge of excitement.  The village trip, originally a mundane errand, now held the promise of stolen moments, playful banter, and maybe even a chance to explore the growing connection between them.  Neel's jealousy, though a thorn in his side, also felt like a sign - a confirmation of the feelings blossoming within him.

As they cruised down the sun-drenched road, the air crackled with unspoken possibilities.  The journey may have been meant to fetch supplies, but for Neel and Malang, it had become a chance to steal a moment.

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