ISHQ KIYA

04:Sangeet

Finally, we’re back. Exhausted from the preparations, but now it's all about the wedding arrangements. Tomorrow’s the Sangeet, and it’s all thanks to Dadi, who seems to believe "Shubh kaam mein deri nahi karni chahiye." Well, someone should tell her that a little delay never hurt anyone. Anyway, that Hakim—he teased me endlessly about my height, going on and on about “lily” this and “lily” that. I called him a “bijli ka khamba,” but he didn’t care at all. Despite everything, I have to admit, he looked annoyingly good when he smiled. It’s those rare moments when that cold exterior melts a bit, and you see someone else entirely.

But now, time to sleep. Don’t want dark circles under my eyes on such a big day.

Next Morning

By the time I woke up, the venue was bustling with activity. Marigold garlands hung everywhere, filling the air with their fragrance, and the decorators worked tirelessly. The place looked magical, with colors so vibrant they seemed to dance on their own. Ayla was adjusting a string of lights, grumbling with a smile, “If we add more lights, people might think it’s a festival.”

Cyra was already examining the setup. “This place looks straight out of a Bollywood set,” she said, shaking her head but obviously proud.

As I joined them, my stomach fluttered with nerves for tonight’s events. This wasn’t just a Sangeet; it was a gathering of family, a chance to show the groom’s side we were prepared to welcome them with charm and tradition. And, of course, there was Hakim—a presence I couldn’t ignore, whether I wanted to or not.

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Evening – Sangeet Begins

The final touches were perfect. The lights, the decor—everything looked stunning. As we arrived at the venue, I could already feel the gaze of our guests, everyone dressed in their finest traditional attire. Cyra leaned over to me, grinning, “We’re definitely stealing the show tonight.”

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