8. The Fight

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The ballroom shimmered with elegance as guests swirled in cascading gowns and tailored suits. Laughter mingled with the music, filling the air with an infectious energy. Champagne flutes clinked in celebration while candles flickered, casting a warm glow. The room was a symphony of colors and movement, a mosaic of joy and sophistication. In one corner, a group of friends shared secrets in hushed tones, while on the dance floor, couples twirled in perfect harmony. It was a scene of opulence and enchantment, a fleeting moment of pure bliss captured in the grandeur of the ball party.

As the night progressed, the energy in the ballroom soared to new heights. Guests mingled and shared stories, their voices rising above the music in joyful conversation. The opulent ballroom echoed with the sound of laughter and the tapping of dancing feet. Tables adorned with exquisite floral centerpieces were laden with delectable treats and delicacies, enticing guests to indulge in the decadent spread.

Couples moved gracefully across the dance floor, their movements synchronized with the enchanting melodies flowing from the musicians' instruments. The air was filled with a sense of magic and excitement, as guests reveled in the enchanting atmosphere of the ball party.

Elegantly dressed attendees swirled and twirled, their laughter and joy creating an aura of celebration and camaraderie. Each moment seemed to sparkle with the promise of new connections and unforgettable memories, as the ball party transcended mere revelry to become a night of enchantment and splendor.

The grand ballroom sparkled with chandeliers casting a warm glow over the elegantly dressed guests swirling in a waltz. Laughter and soft music filled the air, but tension simmered beneath the surface.

Gauravi, donned in a stunning golden gown, scanned the room. She had come for a night of enchantment, but a sense of foreboding crept in. Just then, she spotted her, Janvi, across the dance floor. Dressed in icy blue, Janvi smirked, her eyes glinting with malice.

As the music shifted to a faster tempo, the atmosphere electrified

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As the music shifted to a faster tempo, the atmosphere electrified. Aahan reached Gauravi and asked for dance.


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auravi couldn't say no as she wanted to pay back Aahan for helping her in the morning. Aahan forwards a glass of drink Gauravi.

"Well I don't drink" Gauravi said fidgeting with her fingers

" Ohh don't worry darling it's a soft drink"

Gauravi looked at him and took the drink from his hand and started drinking sip by sip.

Meanwhile Aahan came near to her and forwarded his hand to touch her waist.

"Dare you touch her and I will cut your hand in 100 peices" roared a voice.

Everyone standing near flinched at the voice. Gauravi turned around and saw Randhir standing with his hands in his pocket. His eyes red in anger.

Randhir goes near to Gauravi and orders her to leave for her room.

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