The evening was nothing short of enchanting, with the warm glow of crystal chandeliers casting a magical spell over the grand party hall. The air was alive with the vibrant hum of conversation, the clinking of glasses, and the soft strains of music that seemed to match the beating of the heart. The room was full of colors, with guests dressed in their finest attires.
On the dance floor, The people of the day, Karan and Neha who was the new married couple were swaying to the music.
Around them, other couples danced with abandon, their laughter and smiles infectious.
As the music reached a end, the crowd erupted into cheers and applause, toasting the happy couple of the evening. Glasses were raised, and shouts of "Congratulations!" and "Best wishes!" filled the air.
Amidst the chaos, A man in his initial 30's. Aarav Chandrasekhar, the country's most sought-after model, stood tall, his presence commanding attention. His chiseled features, piercing eyes, and perfectly styled dark hair made him look like a Greek god.
Clad in a tailored tuxedo, he exuded charisma and confidence, his effortless charm drawing eyes from across the room.
As he raised his glass to cheer the happy couple, his gaze swept across the crowd with an intensity that made others take notice.
His air of quiet assurance was unmistakable, a testament to his status as a household name. Surrounded by influential businessmen and socialites, Aarav was the epitome of style and sophistication, his fame and success evident in every aspect of his demeanor.
But to everyone's notice, his had his one hand wrapped around a girl's waist who in a sleek black dress seemed to be dying for his attention, her body language screaming attachment.
She stood with her hips attached to him, her arm brushing against his, and her head tilted up towards his ear. Her voice was a steady stream of chatter, her words tumbling out in a rush as she laughed and smiled up at him.
But Aarav's expression remained polite yet distant, his eyes glazing over as he nodded and smiled in all the right places. His attention was clearly elsewhere. The girl in black dress seemed oblivious to his distraction, her hand reaching out to touch his arm as she continued to talk.
Ananya, his date, was her name, and she was beautiful, no doubt about it. But Aarav's mind was elsewhere.
Just as Aarav was lost in thought, a voice called out from the dance floor.
Karan : "Aarav, Ananya, come dance with us!" It was Karan, the groom, grinning from ear to ear.
Ananya's face lit up, and she tugged on Aarav's arm.
Ananya : "Come on, Aarav, let's dance!" But Aarav rejected saying he is tried.
Ananya, however, was not taking no for an answer. She pulled him towards the dance floor, her smile sparkling with excitement. Aarav had no choice but to follow, his movements fluid as he joined the other dancers.
As they danced, the crowd around them seemed to fade away, their eyes fixed on the trending couple of the time. Aarav and Ananya were the epitome of glamour and sophistication, their movements in perfect sync.
Ananya, on the other hand, was in her element, her laughter and smiles captivating the attention of everyone around her. She was a beautiful woman, and Aarav couldn't deny the chemistry between them. But as they twirled across the dance floor pulling the attention of everyone.
Aarav spun Ananya, around the dance floor, laughing and smiling. But his attention was soon diverted by a commotion near the entrance.
Bodyguards in sleek black suits cleared a path, and a vision in red emerged.
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