Ruh ki Thirkan

Prologue

_The rhythmic beats of the music filled Ishika’s small room, the walls vibrating as her feet glided across the floor. The soft hum of the ceiling fan barely drowned out the rapid breaths she took, her body moving effortlessly to the beat. Every leap, every turn, felt like a release—an escape from the life she had been forced into._

_At the age of 25, Ishika still couldn’t let go of the dream she had nurtured since childhood. A dream her parents never understood. “Dancing won’t bring you stability,” they had always said, and for the past few years, Ishika had complied. She had set aside her dreams, donned business attire, and learned the intricacies of her family’s export business. But whenever she danced, even in the privacy of her room, she felt alive._

_Tonight was different. Tonight, she wasn’t dancing just to escape; she was practicing for something she had been yearning for—a chance. A flyer tucked in her dresser promised a dance workshop, hosted by none other than the famous choreographer Arav Malhotra. The Arav Malhotra. Known for his flawless routines, his fierce personality, and his infamous temper. He was everything she admired and feared in the dance world._

_Her heart fluttered as she thought about seeing him in person. What would he be like? Would she even stand a chance in his presence?_

_Little did she know, that workshop would change her life forever._