रब की क़व्वाली है इश्क़ कोई
दिल की दीवाली है इश्क़ कोई~
महकी सी प्याली है इश्क़ कोई
सुबह की लाली है इश्क़~
गिरता सा झरना है इश्क़ कोई
उठता सा कलमा है इश्क़ कोई~
साँसों में लिपटा है इश्क़ कोई
आँखों में दिखता है इश्क़~
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Ayesha POV
Today, I’m headed to one of my greatest clients and friends, Avyansh’s Grih Pravesh ceremony. Or should I say mansion?
Avyansh really knows how to live it up, but his wife is amazing, and despite everything, I couldn’t say no to his invitation.
I asked my family to join me, but of course, nobody was free. Maa had some work, Papa and Bhai were busy with their commitments, and Bhabhi... well, let’s just say she got her period.
Not exactly the best timing. I even tried to drag Shristi along, but she’s swamped with her café. So, it looks like it’s just me going solo.
I’m wearing a full-sleeved dark blue georgette Anarkali today, with blue emerald earrings to match. I tied my hair in a messy bun—because, you know, chic and effortless is the vibe I’m going for.
As I arrived, the driver uncle gave me a polite nod and left. I walked up to the grand entrance, feeling a bit self-conscious but excited. There’s something both thrilling and nerve-wracking about being solo at a big event.
I took a deep breath and stepped inside, trying to shake off the feeling of being slightly out of place. The house was as magnificent as expected, with a warm, inviting ambiance that made me feel both awestruck and comforted.
I made my way through the bustling crowd, looking for familiar faces and hoping that I wouldn’t end up standing awkwardly in a corner.
“Okay, Ayesha, just blend in and enjoy the event,” I told myself. “You’ve got this.”
As I scanned the room, I spotted Avantika and Avyansh sitting with the pandit ji, performing the Grih Pravesh puja. Avyansh noticed me and gave a warm smile, which was mirrored by Avantika.
I waved back, feeling a bit more at ease seeing their friendly gestures. Just then, a deep voice spoke from behind me.
"Aap yaha?" a deep voice spoke from behind me, pulling me out of my thoughts. I turned around to find Vihaan ji standing there, his expression as unreadable as ever.
He looked at me, his hazel eyes reflecting a hint of curiosity. My gaze fell on his attire—a blue kurta. Wait, he was also wearing blue? Matching with me?
"Ji?" I asked, trying to maintain my composure despite the little surprise at our accidental coordination.
"You here too?" He asked again, bending a little to catch my eye. "Bina invitation ke aaye ya invitation ke sath?" he teased, his lips curling up into a slight smirk.
I glared at him, crossing my arms defensively. "Invitation ke sath, for your kind information," I shot back, unwilling to let him have the upper hand in this conversation.
"Mujhe laga bina invitation ke," he said, feigning surprise with a dramatic tilt of his head.
"Aap kyu aaye hai yaha? Company mai khadus logo ke liye aaj chutti thi kya?" I retorted, raising an eyebrow. Let's see how he responds to that one.
