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2.

This is the 2nd and final part of "Lae Dooba". So show your love cuties....✨🌷

A U T H O R ' S P O V :

The anticipation was suffocating, each breath coming as a struggle as Roohi Mahajan stood in the wings of the stage. The murmur of the audience buzzed in her ears, a constant reminder of the thousands of eyes waiting to watch her perform. Tonight wasn't just another performance; tonight was different. Tonight, he would be there.

Her fingers trembled as she checked her phone, hoping for some distraction to ease the gnawing anxiety in her chest. The screen lit up with a flurry of notifications, fan posts, and the ever-present hashtags that had dominated social media: #RoohShek, #AbhiRooh. The world had decided their fate long before they had even met, crafting a narrative that felt too surreal to be true.

Yet here she was, minutes away from stepping onto a stage where Abhishek Sharma would be sitting among the audience, watching her, listening to her.
And for the first time, she would be meeting him.

They had been chatting a lot online. In video calls too. But the thought of seeing him as a person sent shivers down her spine, an intoxicating mixture of fear and excitement.

**Flashback**

Abhi:

So, I'll be coming tomorrow,
for the show.

Me:

What! You never talked to
me about that.

Abhi:

Yeah, wo achanak se plan ban
gaya.

To main aa jau na?

Me:

Okay, fine.

Bye! See you soon ✨🌷

**Present**

"What are you so afraid of, Roohi?" she whispered to her reflection in the mirror. Her eyes, framed by kohl, stared back at her with an intensity she hadn't seen in years. She had performed in front of thousands, faced cameras and critics with confidence, but this was different. Tonight, the stakes felt impossibly high.

A soft knock at the door snapped her back to reality. Her manager, a woman with a calm demeanor that had been a lifeline in moments like these, stepped inside.

"Five minutes," she said, offering Roohi a reassuring smile. "You'll be great, just like always."

Roohi nodded, trying to return the smile, but her mind was elsewhere. What would it be like to finally see him in person? Would he be the same man she had watched on the screen, or was there something more, something deeper that the world didn't see?

As she took a deep breath and stepped onto the stage, the bright lights momentarily blinded her. The roar of the audience thundered in her ears, but her thoughts were singularly focused on him. Was he out there, in that sea of faces? Could she find him amidst the blur of lights and applause?

The first notes of her song began to play, and Roohi let herself sink into the music, using it as a lifeline to steady her racing heart. As she sang, the words poured from her heart, and she closed her eyes, imagining that he was the only one listening.

In that moment, the world faded away, leaving just the two of them, connected by the music and the raw emotions behind every lyric. As the song reached its crescendo, she felt something shift, a pull she couldn't ignore.