Just Us - A Journey Of Two Pure Souls

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Purvi's POV

The air was filled with the enchanting smell of fresh henna as everyone gathered to have their designs meticulously applied. Bhaiya and Bhabhi stood apart, their eyes shining with a unique joy that radiated warmth and love. The ladies, with their hands beautifully adorned in intricate henna patterns, danced energetically on the floor, swaying to vibrant desi mashups that filled the space with rhythm and laughter.Amidst this lively celebration, the crisp atmosphere of Himachal added an extra layer of magic. The cool breeze rustled through the trees, refreshing and invigorating, while the majestic, snow-covered mountains loomed in the distance, their beauty almost surreal against the twilight sky. This picturesque setting made the gathering feel even more special, creating memories that would last a lifetime.

The past week has been incredibly tiring, but it was also filled with moments of fun and joy. I had the delightful experience of getting my hands adorned with henna, and I must say, it turned out absolutely beautiful. The intricate lotus pattern was the perfect finishing touch, adding an extra layer of elegance to the design. Throughout the week, I made sure to capture countless memories by taking photos, as I couldn't wait to share them on my social media later. The excitement of posting them and reliving those beautiful moments just adds to the joy. Hehehe *sheepy smile*

Few moments later

I was sitting at the bar, savoring my refreshing peach lemonade, when Shivansh Bhaiya approached me with a big smile on his face. "Come on, Purvi! It's my wedding day, and it's time to dance!" he exclaimed. His enthusiasm was infectious, but I found myself lost in my own thoughts, momentarily forgetting my passion for dance.After a brief pause, I finally responded, "Okay, I'll join you all!" With that, I made my way to the dance floor, where a lively crowd had already gathered. The music thumped through the speakers, and I couldn't resist the urge to move. I lost myself in the rhythm, dancing to every single song the DJ played.

The atmosphere was electric; laughter and cheers filled the air as friends and family celebrated together. It was a nostalgic experience that brought back memories of carefree moments from the past, and I felt alive. We were all doing the most ridiculous dance moves imaginable, spinning and leaping with joy, but none of us felt even a hint of embarrassment. It was just pure fun, a whirlwind of happiness on a beautiful wedding day.

After what felt like an eternity of wandering through the bustling venue, I finally stumbled upon the nearest couch and sank into its soft cushions, allowing myself a much-needed moment of respite. As I sat there, I took in the vibrant atmosphere around me—the lively chatter, the clinking of glasses, and the faint music playing in the background. Just then, through the crowd, I spotted him. It was unmistakably him, and a comforting warmth spread through my chest, bringing me a sense of peace I hadn't felt in days.

Ever since we arrived, a whirlwind of anxiety had taken hold of me from the moment I stepped into this place, primarily because I hadn't seen him at all. But now, there he was, standing confidently amid the throng of people. Our eyes met, and I found myself captivated by his striking green eyes—Stunning and enchanting, yet lacking in emotional depth. they seemed to hold an unspoken connection. In that instant, everything else faded away, and it was just the two of us, locked in a moment that felt both unreal and deeply familiar.

He looked absolutely stunning in his soft beige kurta, the fabric flowing gracefully around him. What truly sets him apart is his unique spirit; he has an aversion to blending in and consistently embraces his individuality. He stands out in any crowd, radiating a charm that is entirely his own. I often find myself singing his praises in my thoughts, captivated by his distinctiveness, even though it feels like no one else takes notice of my admiration.