Ms. Raichand's business husband

Chapter 10

Third Person's Pov »»---->

A little while later, which felt like an eternity for Manan, they were done meeting the guests.

A Romantic melody played in the background, setting the perfect mood for a slow dance. Both Devendra and Subhash asked thier respective wives for the dance.

Pranav approached Shushma with a soft smile, bowing as he extended his hand.

"I was wondering if you'd like to join me for the dance?"

His voice was polite, his tone playful. But Shushma shook her head, an amused smile tugging at her lips.

"Oh no, no. I think I'm just fine here, young man," she said, patting his hand.

"But maybe... you should ask someone closer to your age?"

She raised her brow, her gaze drifting to someone behind him.

Curious, Pranav followed her line of sight-and instantly, his heart skipped a beat. Standing just a few feet away was Isha, her face glowing under the warm, dim lights, that slight, captivating smile playing on her lips as she laughed with a guest. She looked breathtaking in her dress, the fabric hugging her frame just right, her eyes shining with a hint of mischief. For a second, he forgot he was supposed to breathe. He almost laughed at himself. Here he was, someone usually so confident and composed, now utterly speechless, all because of her.

"Go on, don't keep her waiting,"

Shushma whispered, her eyes sparkling with encouragement.

He managed a small nod, finally regaining his senses. Heart thumping, he took a step toward Isha, trying to quiet the growing nerves he wasn't used to feeling. The dance floor had started to clear as other couples began pairing off, the melody a soft, slow rhythm that seemed to fill the air with warmth. Standing before her, he bowed just slightly, and held out his hand.

"May I?"

he asked, his voice lower than he expected. She looked up at him with that signature smile of hers-the one that made her eyes twinkle just enough to spark something in his chest.

She took his hand, and as their fingers entwined, he felt a warmth that spread slowly, a kind of calm he didn't expect. They stepped together, falling easily into the rhythm of the music. Her hand in his felt steady, a grounding presence even as the rest of the world seemed to blur around them. He let himself get lost in her eyes for a moment, the kind that held something deeper, something he'd never quite been able to read.

Isha was light on her feet, graceful and confident, and he couldn't help but match her steps, hoping to keep up. They moved together as if the music belonged to just them, the world around fading into an unimportant hum. The song played on, and he barely noticed anything else.

Manan stood by the edge of the room, eyes locked on the dance floor where Isha and Pranav moved in perfect rhythm. He didn't know why it bothered him so much, but seeing her so at ease with Pranav-it struck a nerve. They looked... right somehow, almost like they belonged together. The sight tugged at something inside him that he hadn't wanted to confront.

But it was just a dance, right? Nothing more. He told himself it didn't matter, that he had no right to feel anything about it. And yet, no matter how hard he tried to brush it off, the discomfort grew.

Just as he was frowning at his own thoughts, Kunal slipped up beside him, snickering. Typical. When Manan was in the worst possible mood, Kunal magically appeared to rub salt in the wound.