Yashvardhan Chowdhary, 29, is the king of Udaipur-a cold and cunning politician known for his ruthless ways and ability to manipulate anyone to get what he wants. Power is his game, and no one dares to challenge him. Except for Saanvi Rajput, the 26...
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The night in Banaras shimmered with a magical, timeless beauty as the city embraced the joyous celebration of Diwali. The Ganga river sparkled under a sky adorned with twinkling stars, mirroring the lights from countless diyas floating upon the water. The ghats were alive with activity as people walked in reverence, dressed in colorful attire, their laughter and conversations blending with the festive chants and ringing temple bells. Scented smoke from incense sticks mingled with the earthy aroma of the river, adding a divine touch to the air.
Amidst this enchanting backdrop, a girl dashed along the path, lifting the soft layers of her lehenga to keep up her swift pace. She was full of energy, her laughter a melody that bounced off the surrounding ghats, her delicate anklets jingling in rhythm with her steps. She bumped into people along the way, turning briefly to apologize with a quick wave and a heartfelt "Sorry!" Her face radiated joy, her expressive eyes shining like stars, as she moved with an excitement that was contagious. She looked breathtaking in a white and peach lehenga, the gentle hues highlighting her glow in the moonlight. Her wrists jingled with matching bangles, while her ears sparkled under the weight of heavy jhumkas that swayed with every movement.
Just then, a familiar voice called out from behind her, breaking through the lively noises of the ghats. "Aree! SAANVI kaha chali yaar!"
[Saanvi, where are you going !]
Saanvi turned, her eyes lighting up as she spotted her best friend, Shikha, chasing after her, slightly out of breath. Her bright smile and animated laughter met Shikha's bemused expression as she finally caught up, stopping to catch her breath. Shikha facepalmed, still panting, and teased, "Saanvi! Seriously, hum yaha kyun aaye hain? Agar tumhare papa ya bhaiya ko pata chala, toh tumhe nahi, par hume zarur daant padegi!"
[Saanvi, seriously, why are we here? If your brother or father gets to know about this, I don't know about you, but I will surely get scolded by them !]
Saanvi's face softened, her smile transforming into something tender as she leaned toward Shikha, eyes glinting with determination. "Fikar not, jaaneman," she said with a playful wink, "Aisa kuch nahi hoga. Diwali hai, aur hum yaha Ganga Maiya me diya jalane aaye hain. Ab chalo!"
[Don't worry, Sweetheart. Nothing will happen. And it's diwali and we are here to immerse diya's in Ganga Maiya. Let's go! ]
With a nod, the two friends stepped closer to the river's edge, cupping their palms around the flickering flames of their diyas. Together, they placed the delicate leaf-crafted bowl holding their glowing lanterns on the water's surface, watching as it drifted gently, joining the others in illuminating the sacred river. The moment was serene, each diya symbolizing a wish, a prayer whispered to the flowing Ganga.
As their lights floated away, Saanvi closed her eyes briefly, murmuring a silent prayer, her heart overwhelmed by the beauty of the night and the joy of tradition. Shikha looked over at her friend, a warm smile spreading across her face as she marveled at Saanvi's spirit, her infectious energy, and the way she found magic in the smallest things.
