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Malhotra House
If the mehendi ceremony was an elegant chaos, the sangeet was all-out, unapologetic madness. The planning had begun weeks before, but the real chaos started now. The Malhotras and the Singhanias had joined forces to put up a Bollywood-level evening—but with homemade snacks and too many aunties correcting the choreography.
Living Room - Daytime Rehearsals
"Karan, turn left! Not that left!"
"Siddharth, you look like you're doing warm-up, not dancing!"
"Shivika, don't laugh during your solo!"
Bhua Ji sat in a chair like a self-declared judge of "India's Next Wedding Dancer," sipping nimbu paani and offering commentary no one asked for.
"This generation, I tell you," she muttered, "one heartbreak away from dancing to breakup songs."
Kritika rolled her eyes while adjusting her dupatta. "Bhua, you're doing the opening act. Calm your sass."
Bhua Ji: "Beta, main toh stage pe aag laga doongi."
Aman laughed from the corner. "Just don't set the mandap on fire."
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Shivika & Siddharth - Secret Rehearsal in Her Room
Later that afternoon, Siddharth sneaked upstairs with two ice creams in hand and found Shivika lying across her bed, scrolling Pinterest dance ideas with mild panic on her face.
"Peace offering," he said, offering the cone.
She sat up. "I swear, if I miss a beat in the duet tomorrow, Bhua ji will disown me."
He grinned. "Not possible. You're the bride. You're currently the company CEO and this family's national treasure."
She groaned. "Please. I'm a tired raccoon in a lehenga."
He pulled her up gently. "C'mon. We'll rehearse one last time. Just you and me. No Bhua. No pressure."
He played the track from his phone and took her hand.
They danced slowly, in sync, swaying in her room, laughing when he messed up a spin, stopping when their foreheads nearly touched.
Softly, Siddharth whispered, "You know, after this madness, it's just you and me."
She looked at him, eyes soft. "You promise?"
"On every beat we've danced to."
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Evening - The Sangeet Venue
The banquet hall shimmered like a film set—fairy lights wrapped around pillars, gold drapes flowing from the ceiling, a stage lit in soft pink and blue.
Guests arrived in sequins and sherwanis, dabbing sweat and excitement off their foreheads.
Riya and Aman were the first act—a high-energy medley of retro Bollywood numbers that ended with them both doing a ridiculous Titanic pose.
Kritika and Karan performed next—a romantic number, Karan lifting Kritika once and almost toppling, only for the crowd to cheer louder.
Bhua Ji entered with a dhol. No warning. Just pure Punjabi energy. The DJ quickly caught on and switched the track to a bhangra beat. The crowd went wild.
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The Bride & Groom Performance
Then came silence.
The lights dimmed. Spotlight.
Shivika stepped onto the stage in a navy blue lehenga with mirror work, hair swept to one side, eyes lined with kohl and something deeper—a spark.
Siddharth followed, black kurta with silver embroidery. He took her hand.
Music began.
"Raabta", soft and melodic, filled the space.
They danced in slow rhythm, each movement speaking of their journey—from stolen glances to stolen ice creams, fights over choreography to promises whispered in the dark.
At the final beat, he lifted her slightly as she laughed, and they froze in a pose that spoke more than words could.
Standing ovation. Whistles. Some tears. Lots of phones recording.
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Post-performance Chaos
Backstage, Bhua Ji fanned her face. "I told you! Love makes the best choreography."
Shivika collapsed onto a chair. "I think I pulled my soul."
Siddharth handed her water. "That was magic. You were magic."
She smiled. "You're lucky I love you. Else I'd kill you for that last-minute lift."
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Later That Night – Terrace Time
Everyone else had left. The lights were being packed. Only soft fairy bulbs were left glowing around the railing.
Shivika sat barefoot on a cushion, mehendi still staining her palms, sipping chai from a paper cup.
Siddharth joined her. "You know what scares me?"
She looked at him. "What?"
"Not the marriage. Or the responsibility. But the idea that someday we’ll get so busy, we’ll forget nights like these."
She leaned her head on his shoulder. "Then let’s make a rule. Once a month, we run away to the terrace, dance to old songs, and laugh about our crazy wedding."
He nodded. "Deal."
They clinked their paper cups.
Somewhere below, an uncle was still arguing about samosa prices.
But up there? It was peace.
And love.
And two people who didn’t need fireworks to light up their forever.
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