𝐈𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐟𝐚𝐪

𝟑𝟐 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐌𝐞𝐥𝐨𝐝𝐲 𝐎𝐟 𝐔𝐧𝐬𝐩𝐨𝐤𝐞𝐧 𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬

𝗔𝘂𝘁𝗵𝗼𝗿'𝘀 𝗣𝗢𝗩:-

His sibling's smile widened. "We dare you to sing a song." Came the simple yet loaded reply.

"Sing 'Kuch To Hai'." Riddhima chimed in, her voice laced with a knowing smile.

Devaansh's heart skipped a beat. Of all the songs in the world, they had chosen this one. A song that spoke of promises, of unfulfilled desires, and of a love that remained unspoken.

He knew why they had chosen it, or at least he had an inkling. His siblings were far more perceptive than he sometimes gave them credit for.

They had seen the way his gaze would often linger a moment too long on Ruhanika, the way his voice softened whenever he spoke to her.

The room grew quiet, the playful chatter fading as everyone turned their attention to Devaansh.

He looked around, his eyes meeting those of his friends, who were eagerly waiting to see if he would rise to the challenge.

But then his gaze settled on Ruhanika, who sat across from him, her expression unreadable. The world around them seemed to blur, leaving only the two of them in sharp focus.

Devaansh stood up, trying to mask the nervousness that suddenly fluttered in his chest. He wasn't usually one to shy away from the spotlight, but tonight felt different.

There was a vulnerability that came with the song they had asked him to sing, a vulnerability that made this dare feel less like a game and more like a moment of truth.

Taking a deep breath, Devaansh stepped into the center of the group, the gentle pressure of all eyes on him. His siblings were watching with eager anticipation, his friends with supportive smiles.

But the only gaze that mattered to him at that moment was Ruhanika's. She was watching him intently, her eyes reflecting the glow of the lanterns, and in them, he thought he saw a flicker of something-anticipation, perhaps? Or was it something else?

The usual confidence he carried with him was tempered with a touch of nervousness, a vulnerability that few had ever witnessed.

He cleared his throat, trying to find his voice amidst the whirlwind of emotions that threatened to overwhelm him.

"Here is the guitar." Anshuman said entering the room.

Devaansh looked at him amused but nodded, taking the guitar from him.

The first notes of the song filled the air, soft and tentative, like the first drops of rain before a storm. And then, as if drawing strength from the very air around him, Devaansh began to sing.

(Play Kuch To Hai by Armaan Malik)

His fingers moved deftly over the strings, each strum resonating with a rich, warm tone that seemed to envelop the space.

The guitar, weathered and well-loved, sang with a voice that was both haunting and familiar.

𝗔𝗮𝗵𝗮𝘁𝗲𝗶𝗻 𝗞𝗮𝗶𝘀𝗶 𝗬𝗲 𝗔𝗮𝗵𝗮𝘁𝗲𝗶𝗻
𝗦𝘂𝗻𝘁𝗮 𝗛𝗼𝗼𝗻 𝗔𝗮𝗷 𝗞𝗮𝗹 𝗔𝘆𝗲 𝗗𝗶𝗹 𝗕𝗮𝘁𝗮
𝗗𝗮𝘀𝘁𝗮𝗸𝗲 𝗗𝗲𝘁𝗲 𝗛𝗮𝗶 𝗗𝗮𝘀𝘁𝗮𝗸𝗲
𝗞𝘆𝘂𝗻 𝗔𝗷𝗻𝗮𝗯𝗶 𝗦𝗲 𝗣𝗮𝗹 𝗔𝘆𝗲 𝗗𝗶𝗹 𝗕𝗮𝘁𝗮

As he began to sing, his voice wove a tapestry of emotion and storytelling. It was a voice that commanded attention-not by its volume, but by its depth and sincerity. Each note carried a piece of his soul, a glimpse into his heart.