سنگیت کا شور (The Dance of the Sangeet)

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The Sangeet was a night to remember. The courtyard of the Haveli was alive with music, laughter, and the clinking of bangles. Neha, now dressed in a deep maroon lehenga, found herself in the center of attention as she joined the women in a traditional dance.

Aariz, as usual, was behind his camera, but there was something different about the way he looked at Neha tonight. His eyes followed her every move, and the intensity in his gaze sent a thrill through her. As the dance reached its crescendo, Aariz put down his camera and joined the crowd, his presence commanding attention.

Neha and Aariz found themselves paired up for the bhangra, and as they danced, the chemistry between them became undeniable. Their bodies moved in perfect sync, their hands brushing, sending electric currents through Neha's veins. The music, the lights, the heat of the moment—it was intoxicating.

But as the night wore on, Neha noticed Raza watching them from the sidelines, his expression dark. There was something possessive in the way he looked at her, something that made her feel trapped.

"Neha, تم Aariz سے دور رہو، وہ تمہارے لیے نہیں ہے،" Raza whispered as he passed by her.

("Neha, stay away from Aariz. He's not right for you.")

The warning sent a chill down Neha's spine. She didn't understand what Raza's intentions were, but his words left her feeling unsettled.

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