𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐖𝐢𝐟𝐞 ✔

92. Where One Story Ends

THIRD PERSON POV: 

The soft strains of a flute filled the air, blending seamlessly with the gentle hum of conversation. Avni stood at the edge of the stage, her hands fidgeting with the hem of her lehenga. She had been coaxed into performing, but now, under the watchful eyes of the crowd, her confidence wavered.

"Go on," someone whispered behind her, and with a deep breath, she stepped forward.

The spotlight fell on her, and for a moment, the world around her seemed to blur. The music transitioned into the opening notes of Piya Tose Naina Laage Re, and she began to move. Her steps were hesitant at first, but as the rhythm took hold, her nervousness melted away. Her arms moved gracefully, her anklets jingling in perfect harmony with the beat. Each movement was a story—a confession of love, a tale of longing, a promise of forever.

Arjun watched from the crowd, mesmerized. Her every turn, every sway, pulled him closer, as though she were the moon and he, the tide. Without realizing it, he found himself walking toward the stage, his eyes never leaving hers.

As the final verse of the song played, Avni turned and froze, startled to see Arjun standing just a few feet away. The music changed, a soft, lilting melody that invited something more intimate.

"May I?" he asked, extending his hand.

She hesitated for a moment before placing her hand in his. His touch was warm, grounding her in a way nothing else could. He pulled her close, and they began to sway, their movements perfectly in sync. It was as if they had been dancing together all their lives.

"You didn't tell me you could dance," Avni murmured, her voice barely audible over the music.

"There's a lot you don't know about me," he replied, a playful smirk tugging at his lips. "But I'm a quick learner."

His arm wrapped around her waist, pulling her closer. The world around them seemed to fade, the murmurs of the crowd becoming a distant hum. His gaze locked with hers, and for a moment, time stood still.

"You're beautiful," he said softly, his voice carrying an intensity that made her cheeks flush.

"And you're full of surprises," she countered, her lips curving into a shy smile.

As the song reached its crescendo, Arjun spun her around, her lehenga flaring out like a blooming flower. When he pulled her back into his arms, she let out a soft laugh, her heart racing.

The music slowed, and so did their movements, until they were simply holding each other, swaying to a rhythm only they could hear.

In that moment, there were no onlookers, no expectations, no weight of the world—just the two of them, lost in their own little universe. After that there were several performances and everyone enjoyed the Sangeet night.

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THE NEXT MORNING

Arjun and Avni are sitting side by side in different pots with a transparent curtain between them, so they can't see each other. Everyone starts coming towards Arjun to apply him haldi as per the rituals Avni has to apply the haldi used by Arjun.

"Ruk jaiye, pehli haldi Avni ko lagegi ushke baad mujhe." He said his voice held determination.

"Par Arjun beta pehle aapko haldi lagegi fir Avni ko ritual ke hisab se." Devika taiji said to him softly.

"Nahi taiji, pehle avni ko lagegi fir mujhe mai apni jaan ko humesha khud se aage rakhta hu. Aur mere ghar ki Laxmi kyu meri juthi haldi lagayenge? Mai unki juthi haldi lagaunga." Arjun said his words touch Avni's heart.