Fire In Hearts

Chapter 9

The next day went as usual and in the evening, Sara was standing in front of her mirror, carefully adjusting the white dupatta over her shoulders—her hair was perfectly styled, and her makeup was soft yet flawless, highlighting her natural beauty. Her hands paused as she smoothed out the fabric of her white salwar suit, making sure everything was in place.

"You look divine in white..." he said a few days ago.

The thought made her smile, a flutter of excitement coursing through her as she imagined him. She hadn’t been able to stop thinking about the magical night they had shared under the stars. Now, as she prepared for the event, she couldn’t help but want to look her best

Just as she was about to pin her dupatta in place, Ibrahim walked into her room, a mischievous grin on his face. He leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed, watching her with raised eyebrows.

"Ohohoo...Kya baat hain di..."

"Kya problem hain?" she asked rolling her eyes.

"Koi problem nahi hain...bohot cute lag rahi ho..."

"Thank you Iggy"

"Blush karte huye" he completed and brust into laughter.

"Tease kar raha hain?"

"Kya baat kar rahi ho di...maine kya pucha ki ap kal raat 12 baje kaha gayi thi?" he smirked.

Sara’s blush deepened, and she turned away, pretending to fuss with her earrings to hide her embarrassment. "I don’t know what you’re talking about", she muttered.

"Yeh pehla pehla pyaar hain meraaaaaa" Ibrahim started singing.

She flustered and said,

"Tu ready nahi hoga? Jaldi jaa"

"Haan haan ja raha hu"

She should know that Ibrahim would eventually know and tease her so long. She sighed.

As Ibrahim left the room, Sara took one last look at herself in the mirror, her heart racing with anticipation. Tonight was going to be special, and she was ready for whatever came next.

The night of the party arrived, and the venue buzzed with energy, lights twinkling and laughter echoing in the air. Kartik stood near the entrance, talking to his friends with a polite smile, but his mind was elsewhere.

He hadn't seen Sara yet, and every time the door opened, his gaze instinctively shifted towards it, hoping she'd walk in.

And then, she did.

The moment she entered, time seemed to slow down. Kartik’s breath hitched as his eyes locked onto her. Sara walked into the party, her white salwar suit softly glowing under the dim lights, the fabric flowing gracefully around her as she moved. The soft silver detailing shimmered, but it was her radiant face that stole his attention.

"My God" he whispered under breathe.

Kartik felt his heart skip a beat. She looked... breathtaking.

He didn’t care the people around and walked to her instantly. He greeted Ibrahim first though his eyes didn’t leave her for once.

As Ibrahim went to another side as he saw a friend, they were alone among all the guests.

He couldn’t help but smile softly. "You look..." He paused, his voice trailing off as he searched for the right words. Beautiful didn’t seem to do her justice.

"You are looking amazing...I mean...I just mean it" he was just lost saying that.

Sara smiled, her cheeks tinged with a slight blush. "Thanks," she replied, her voice soft.