ABHIMAAN TS- SHATTERED DREAMS

The Lost Joy !!

The Poddar Mansion was alive with vibrant energy as the Navratri celebrations reached their peak. The grand hall was adorned with marigold flowers, colorful drapes, and twinkling lights, creating an atmosphere filled with devotion and joy. The beats of the dhol reverberated through the mansion as the family and their guests engaged in the rhythmic dance of Garba and Dandiya. Laughter echoed, the women twirled in their traditional lehengas, and the men matched steps with fervor, their kurtas swaying with every movement.

The entire Poddar family was enveloped in the spirit of the festival. Armaan, dressed in a mustard kurta with embroidery, moved effortlessly across the dance floor, his eyes constantly drifting towards Abhira. She was a vision in hues of golden and purple, her lehenga shimmering under the lights, her smile radiant as she danced with the others. Armaan’s heart swelled with love and pride as he watched her, but there was something else—an overwhelming desire to steal her away, just for a moment.

Unbeknownst to them, a shadow loomed over the celebrations. An evil eye had been cast upon the family, plotting to rob them of their happiness. Yet, for now, the family danced and celebrated, oblivious to the lurking danger.

As the Garba continued, Armaan slowly moved closer to Abhira, his hand brushing against hers. She turned to him, her eyes sparkling with the joy of the moment. He leaned in, whispering into her ear, “I think it’s time we disappear for a little while.”

Abhira’s cheeks flushed, and she playfully nudged him. “Armaan, we’re in the middle of the Garba, people will notice.”

But Armaan wasn’t one to take no for an answer. “Let them notice,” he grinned. “It’s Navratri, and I think I deserve a moment with my beautiful wife.”

Before Abhira could protest further, Armaan gently tugged her hand, pulling her towards the edge of the hall. With a mischievous smile, he led her through the side door, sneaking past the guests and family members who were too engrossed in the celebration to notice their absence.

They found themselves in a secluded corner of the hallway, away from the noise and eyes of the crowd. The cool evening breeze brushed against their skin, and the sound of the dhol seemed distant now, a faint echo in the background.

Armaan pulled Abhira into his arms, his hands resting on her waist as he gazed down at her with that familiar, smoldering look. “You look absolutely stunning tonight,” he whispered, his voice low and full of adoration.

Abhira smiled, her fingers trailing along his chest and locking behind his neck. “Tareef karne ka yeh tareeka purana hogaya Khadusmann, kuch naya soncho” she teased.

“Kubsurati Aisi ho toh insaan ko naye shabdh ijat karne padenge mauhtarma” he replied, bending down to place a soft kiss on her forehead. “Besides, who needs words to praise the beauty u are when i can do exactly the same with action.”

For a moment, the world outside ceased to exist. The only thing that mattered was the two of them, wrapped in each other’s embrace. Armaan’s fingers trailed up to her face, gently tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear. He leaned in, his lips brushing against hers cheeks and the tips of her nose.

Abhirs closed her eyes feeling the rush of emotions through her, as she gripped the collar of his kurta in a tight fist. Armaan moved closed and placed her lips of her in a tender, lingering kiss.

Abhira melted into his touch, her arms wrapping around him as she deepened the kiss. The energy between them was electric, a spark of passion igniting in the cool eveing air. Armaan’s hand caressed her back, pulling her closer until there was no space left between them.

But just as their moment intensified, the warmth of their romantic moment was slowly being overshadowed by a creeping sense of being caught.

“Let’s go back inside,” Abhira whispered, her voice laced with uncertainty that somebody might just walk in on them knowing how any action of the two of them is created a fuss about in the house.