𝐖𝐡𝐢𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐂𝐫𝐨𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐬

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Darling, you are a work of art.

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Aarna: Did you pick your dress for the gala yet?

Kashvi: I'm wearing a dress from my last collection.

Aarna: Oooh! Which one?

Kashvi: That's gonna be a surprise ;)

Sara: I'm wearing a dress by Manasi Chettri. It's so pretty I'm in love.

Aarna: So I'm the only one who still didn't find a dress.

Kashvi: Do you need help finding one?

Sara: We can go shopping if you'd like...

Aarna: That'd be great!

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The day of the Annual Singhania Gala had finally arrived, an event eagerly anticipated by the elite of the city for its grandeur and charitable contributions.

For Kashvi Rishiv Singhania, formerly known as Kashvi Thakur, this gala carried a weight of significance. It marked her first public appearance under her new identity, a transition that both excited and unnerved her.

In the expansive halls of the villa, Kashvi stood before the mirror, enveloped in a stunning red satin gown. Tiny rhinestones traced delicate patterns at the hem, adding a touch of sparkle to the rich fabric that draped her figure.

The morning had been a whirlwind of preparations. Hair and makeup artists meticulously sculpted her look, crafting a bold yet elegant appearance that Kashvi hoped would make a lasting impression. Four hours of patient pampering later, she finally emerged from her dressing room, a vision of poise and confidence. She glanced at her reflection one last time before video-calling Mrunal, for a quick opinion.

What was intended to be a brief chat turned into an hour-long conversation, filled with laughter, nerves, and last-minute tips. Just as Kashvi ended the call, the door swung open, and Rishiv entered, his presence commanding attention. He leaned casually against the door frame, as he adjusted his watch.

"What's taking you so long?" he asked, his eyes lingering on Kashvi.

"If you're done staring," she quipped, "we're going to be late."

"Who said I'm done staring?" Rishiv replied with a smirk, crossing the room to join her.

"I'm flattered," Kashvi replied, in the driest tone she could manage before they left for the gala.

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Meanwhile, across the sprawling villa, Sara bustled in her room with an air of frenzied excitement. Her gown, a masterpiece of navy blue satin adorned with intricate sequins and diamonds, hung gracefully on the closet door. The makeup artist delicately applied the finishing touches, enhancing Sara's natural features with a touch of glamour. Beside her, the stylist meticulously arranged her hair into an elegant updo, securing every strand with precision.

Arjun, lounged on the couch, observing her transformation with amusement. His eyes followed her every move, captivated by the enchanting sight she presented.

As Sara emerged from the dressing room, she caught Arjun's gaze, her heart fluttering at the intensity of his stare.

"So... How do I look?" Sara asked tentatively, her voice tinged with a hint of nervousness and excitement.

Arjun's breath caught in his throat as he took in her appearance. She was a vision of ethereal beauty, a goddess in the dimly lit room. Words failed him momentarily as he struggled to find the right compliment that could capture the essence of her beauty.