Yeh Mera Deewanapan Hai🍂🏵️🍂

⟪Epilouge⟫

The party was flowing smoothly, the soft hum of conversations and the clinking of glasses blending seamlessly with the elegant atmosphere.

Suhani stood near the dessert table, nervously watching as couples slowly made their way to the dance floor as the music changed to a sensual rhythm.

She wanted to dance, but the thought of asking Samriddh filled her with uncertainty.

Would he want to dance with her?

Would he even say yes?

Before she could gather the courage to decide, a polite man approached her. "May I have the honor of this dance?" he asked with a smile, extending his hand.

Suhani hesitated, glancing around for Samriddh, unsure of what to do.

But before she could respond, Samriddh appeared beside her, his presence commanding and protective.

His voice, though calm, held a firmness that sent a shiver down her spine.

"Sorry, sir, but she is mine."

The man, catching the unspoken intensity in Samriddh's words, smiled politely and bowed out.

Suhani, however, was left frozen in place, her heart racing.

She couldn't stop replaying those words in her head.

She is mine.

Was she?

Did she hear him wrong?

Or did he really mean what he said?

Samriddh turned to her, his expression softening, his hand extended toward her. "May I have the honor to dance with you?"

His voice was smoother now, laced with a tenderness that made her breath catch.

Suhani nodded, her hand trembling slightly as she placed it in his.

Together, they walked to the center of the dance floor.

As they stopped, he gently guided her hands to rest on his broad shoulders, while his own hand found its place on her waist, pulling her closer.

The sudden intimacy of the touch took her by surprise, and her heart skipped a beat.

The music began, a slow, sensual rhythm filling the air.

Tere saamne aa jaane se

Yeh dil mera dhadka hai

Yeh galti nahi hai teri

Kusoor nazar ka hai

They swayed together, moving perfectly in sync.

Samriddh twirled her effortlessly, and she spun gracefully, only to land back against his chest.

Jis baat ka tujhko darr hai

Woh karke dikha doonga... ga.. ga..

Aise na mujhe tum dekho

Seene se laga loonga

Tumko main chura loonga tumse

Dil mein chhupa loonga

He caught her in a gentle back hug, his fingers tracing delicate patterns on her bare arms.

Suhani's breath hitched at the sensation, her skin tingling where his touch lingered.