The Enhanced effect of you

The Sangeet Night

The Sangeet ceremony was a spectacle of vibrant colors, laughter, and music. The courtyard of the Udaipur palace glowed under the fairy lights, while the rhythmic beats of dhols filled the air. Guests danced, clapped, and cheered, lost in the festive spirit.

Vaishnavi, dressed in an emerald green lehenga, sat with Mishti and Nitika, her cheeks slightly flushed from all the dancing earlier. Across the courtyard, Krrish was standing with Ishan, his laughter cutting through the chatter.

Mishti (nudging Vaishnavi):
"You've been staring at him for a while now, Vaishu."

Vaishnavi (rolling her eyes):
"I have not! I was just... appreciating the decor."

Nitika (grinning):
"Yeah, the decor happens to be six feet tall and wearing a black kurta."

Vaishnavi:
"Can you two stop ?"

But even as she spoke, her eyes found him. Krrish was standing by Ishan, deep in conversation with some of the other guests, his usual stoic expression on his face. But tonight, there was something different — his eyes were locked on her. She could feel the weight of his gaze even from a distance, and it made her heart skip a beat.

Mishti (grinning):
"He's looking at you intensely."

Vaishnavi (flustered):
"Would you just—"

Before she could finish, Trisha waved from the dance floor.

Trisha (shouting over the music):
"Vaishu, come on! Everyone's waiting!"

Vaishnavi (groaning, trying to resist):
"Trish, I wasn't planning—"

Before she could finish, the music transitioned into a peppy Bollywood track, one of Vaishnavi's favorites. Her reluctance melted away as she stepped onto the floor, the crowd cheering her on.

Vaishnavi moved with ease, her natural rhythm and grace captivating everyone. Her every step radiated confidence, her twirls and spins in perfect sync with the beat. As the song built to its crescendo, she locked eyes with Krrish across the room. For a moment, the world seemed to fade away.

The song ended, and the crowd erupted into applause. Vaishnavi, flushed and breathless, stepped aside to grab some water.

Krrish (approaching her, his voice teasing):
"Didn't know you could dance like that, Vaishnavi. Impressive."

Vaishnavi (rolling her eyes, playing along):
"Didn't know you had opinions about dancing, Krrish. Equally impressive."

As she raised the glass to her lips, Krrish's gaze fell to her hands. His sharp eyes caught the faint outline of his name on her palm. He reached out, gently taking her hand to examine it.

Krrish (his voice low, almost a whisper):
"That's my name."

Vaishnavi froze, her pulse quickening. She tried to pull her hand back, but his grip was firm, though not forceful.

Vaishnavi (defensive, flustered):
"It's just...the artist... must've—"

Krrish (softly, so only she could hear):
"Didn't know I made such an impression."

Vaishnavi (flustered):
"It's not what you think. I didn't—"

Krrish (cutting her off, his voice teasing yet low):
"Relax. I'm not complaining."

Vaishnavi felt her cheeks burn. She snatched her hand away, muttering something incoherent, and turned to leave.

Krrish (calling after her, his tone playful):
"Don't worry, Vaishnavi. I won't tell anyone. It'll be our little secret."

She didn't look back, but her heart raced as she walked away. Later, as the night wore on and the celebrations continued, she couldn't shake the memory of his touch or the way his voice had dipped when he said her name.

For Krrish, that moment was a spark. Watching her dance, seeing her flustered over something so simple yet so telling, he realized something he hadn't before — Vaishnavi wasn't just any woman. She was someone he couldn't take his eyes off, someone who had begun to matter in a way he hadn't expected.

As the Sangeet moved towards its finale, the crowd gathered near the beautifully decorated stage. A canopy of fairy lights and fresh flowers adorned the setting, creating a magical atmosphere. Ishan stood there, looking dashing in his embroidered sherwani, while Trisha glowed in her maroon and gold lehenga.

The music softened, and a hush fell over the crowd. Ishan took the microphone, his voice steady yet filled with emotion.

Ishan (smiling warmly):
"Trisha, you've been my partner, my confidante, and my biggest supporter. Marrying you isn't just a milestone—it's the dream I've carried with me every single day. But before we step into this new chapter, there's something I'd like to do."

He handed the mic to Mishti, who stood nearby, clearly in on the surprise. Then, to everyone's delight, Ishan knelt down on one knee, holding out a velvet box.

Ishan (his eyes locking with hers):
"Trisha, will you be mine all over again? Will you promise to walk beside me, through every laugh and every challenge, just as you always have?"

Trisha, visibly moved, covered her mouth with her hands, tears threatening to spill. The crowd erupted into cheers and claps, but for the couple, it was as though time stood still.

Trisha (laughing through her tears):
"I think I already said yes! But yes, a thousand times, yes!"

Ishan slid the diamond-studded ring onto her finger, his hands trembling ever so slightly with excitement. She pulled him up, throwing her arms around his neck as the crowd cheered louder.

Krrish (to Vaishnavi, standing beside him):
"Classic Ishan. Always has to outdo himself."

Vaishnavi (smiling):
"He's set the bar pretty high, hasn't he?"

Krrish glanced at her, his expression unreadable. The flicker of her name on his palm still lingered in his mind, much like her effortless grace during the dance earlier. For a fleeting moment, he allowed himself to wonder what it would feel like to be in Ishan's place, making a gesture that grand.

The celebrations resumed with music, laughter, and everyone rushing to congratulate the couple. Trisha held onto Ishan's arm, beaming as she showed off her ring to her friends. Krrish, who typically avoided overly emotional moments, found himself unable to pull his gaze away from Vaishnavi.

She was laughing with Mishti and Nitika, her mehendi-clad hands gesturing animatedly. The thought of his name etched on her palm gave him a strange sense of possessiveness, one he wasn't entirely prepared to face.

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