INSEPARABLE HEARTS 2

Chapter 135

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Later that night, as Nick introduced his girlfriend Noah to everyone, Angad was being... well, awkward.

“Dude,” Abeer nudged him. “Say something.”

“What if he hates me?” Angad muttered.

“He already does. Just be confident.”

“Thanks, that helps.”

Abeer, meanwhile, walked up to Nick, casually extending his hand.

“I’m Abeer. The other problem child.”

Nick blinked. “The one Dharshi talks about too much?”

“Guilty.”

“You’re cool,” Nick shrugged. “Still not sure about him though,” he added, pointing at Angad.

Angad gave a sarcastic smile from afar.

“I get that a lot.”

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After the awkwardness faded, it was time for the actual sangeet program. Abeer stepped onto the stage with a mic.

“This one’s for the couple of the hour. For love, for second chances, and for all of us finding our people.”

And he sang. His voice — surprisingly warm and honest — filled the lawn. The lyrics spoke of dancing in the dark, finding love where you least expect it, and holding onto those who make you laugh again.

Dharshi watched him, eyes soft. Angad recorded the whole thing on his phone.
As the song ended, Isabella and Dev took center stage, glowing. Keerthi leaned against Angad.

“This wedding’s going to break me. Emotionally. Fashion-wise. Spiritually.”

“And I’ll be right beside you. In every outfit,” Angad smiled.

Dharshi and Abeer walked over with juice flutes and cheered.

“To family,” Abeer raised his glass.

“To madness,” Caroline added.

“To second chances,” said Nick, holding Noah’s hand.

“And to new beginnings,” Dev smiled, eyes on Isabella.

The night ended in laughter and music.
But the best was yet to come.

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The sangeet had finally wound down, and most of the guests had gone back to their rooms, buzzing from too much music, too many sweets, and all the emotions that came with watching two families blend.
But Keerthi couldn’t sleep.

The stars outside were sharp and cold against the velvet sky. The lawn lights had dimmed to a soft gold. Somewhere, a speaker still played a faint Lata Mangeshkar song, barely loud enough to register.

She found Nick sitting alone on the swing outside the guest house, a hoodie thrown over his kurta and a tired look on his face. He was sipping from a bottle of water, looking like someone lost in thought. Keerthi quietly walked over and sat beside him. He didn’t flinch. Just passed her the bottle wordlessly.

“You always sit alone when there’s too much love in the air?” she asked with a small smirk.

“Keeps me from choking,” he muttered dryly.