Naina, being Anjali's best friend, found the front seat for herself, sitting alongside her protective brother and father, leaving behind her poor cribbing husband who was reluctant to sit one seat behind her, with Pranali and Shivangi. Not that he doesn't enjoy being in their company, but it would have been good if his wife and daughter too were there next to him to entertain him through their adorable tactics.
Never Mind!
Sameer consoled himself and started to play with Naina's ombre tresses that were resting on her back. They were thick, long, nourished, and smooth to feel. He found the scent of her shampoo and conditioner aromatic and tantalizing for his nostrils. It was smelling of freshly bloomed flowers with a perfect amount of water and sweet essences mixed in them, making him feel aroused.
Naina knew what her husband was doing with her hair as if it was the most interesting thing to keep him intrigued. But she loved the fact that even after years there's no change in his behaviour. He is still as a kid and clingy as he was when they began to date or perhaps got friends after several failed attempts from her end. She softly smiled while looking down at her feet, enjoying the pleasant game of his fingers on her tresses.
In no time, loud music commenced to buzz in the chaotic background as the groom-to-be excitedly put his foot on the stage and decided to take his bride by surprise. Anjali stared at her longtime boyfriend with pure delight as he began to dance on "Bachna Ae Haseeno" and Pyaar Hota Kayi Baar Hai" with fifteen background dancers to support him and make the performance look more fantastic.
Needless to say. Anshuman had a tumultuous past with relationships. Despite his best efforts, every girl he had dated had eventually abandoned him for seemingly trivial reasons. This constant pattern of rejection had left him feeling disillusioned and skeptical about the concept of love. He had come to view love as a painful and toxic force that only served to harm his mental health. Anshuman had given up on finding the best in any woman he met, convinced that his compliments and appreciation for their beauty and merit were futile and would only serve to boost their egos. He had lost all hope of finding someone special who would appreciate him for who he was, rather than what he could do for them.
But then, Anjali entered his life like a breath of fresh air. She was unlike anyone he had ever met before, and her presence in his monotonous life was like the soothing air of December. Anjali reminded him that life was meant to be lived to the fullest and that he shouldn't let past disappointments hold him back from experiencing all that life had to offer. She made him realize that not all people were ungrateful and that there were still genuine and caring individuals out there who could appreciate him for who he was -- With Anjali by his side, Anshuman's faith in love was slowly restored, and he began to feel hopeful about the future once more.
Hence, his music taste got better, his life got amazing and meaningful once again, his smile turned real, and his heart became full of positive energy, enthusiasm, and peace.
The next performance was on "Ek Ladki Ko Dekha" his affectionate eyes stuck on hers as if it was the only thing in this world that kept him calm and relaxed -- Next was "Chand Sifarish" -- "Jeena Jeena" and "Hum Toh Deewaane" making everyone's heart twist in thorough delight.
Anjali was standing there, entranced, and deeply moved by the stunning performance that her Punjabi Boy, Anshuman, had put together for her. The stage was lit up with colorful lights, cold fire, and aesthetic backgrounds, and Anshuman danced to the beat of a song that he had dedicated entirely to her. His movements were fluid and graceful, and he seemed to glide effortlessly across the stage, captivating the entire audience.
Anjali was mesmerized by the way he moved, the precision of his gestures, and the twirls he made, all executed with such perfection that it made the entire experience unforgettable. She was completely lost in the moment, and couldn't take her eyes off him, feeling every beat of the music and every emotion that he expressed through his dance.
