[The Crush Ship, Previously known as Midnight Rain.]
🌸 The Crush Ship: When hearts collide, someone's bound to sink.
Siya Kapoor:
I spend my days fixing minds that are too tangled to breathe... But no one ever taught me how to fix my own.
Love? It...
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4. Where It All Begins.
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The wedding venue buzzed softly with the rhythm of preparation, the rustle of marigold garlands, the faint sound of dhol beats being tested, and the hum of workers adjusting fairy lights that draped the old palace walls.
The air smelled of incense and fresh flowers, a mix that hinted at something sacred and celebratory all at once.
In the middle of it all, Ishan stood with Shubman and Abhishek, hands in pockets, watching the decorators move about.
“It’s actually happening,” Ishan murmured, almost to himself, a small, nervous smile tugging at his lips.
Shubman clapped a hand on his shoulder. “You say that like it’s a bad thing.”
“Bro, I’m just saying–” Ishan began, but Abhishek cut in, grinning. “He’s scared. You can see it in his eyes. Commitment jitters.”
“Shut up,” Ishan said, laughing as he pushed Abhishek lightly. “You’ll understand when it’s your turn.”
“Hopefully never,” Shubman replied dramatically, making Abhishek chuckle under his breath.
As they walked toward the main hall, Ishan’s gaze caught on two familiar faces sitting by the entrance, Samiksha, in a soft pastel kurta, and Siya beside her, her hair loosely tied, eyes fixed on the doorway like she was waiting for someone.
“Found my bride,” Ishan said, grinning as he walked up to them. “What are you two plotting here?”
Samiksha looked up, smiling as he slung an arm around her shoulders. “Not plotting, waiting.”
“For what?” he asked, his brow furrowing slightly.
“For Saathiya,” Samiksha said, excitement flickering in her tone. “She said she’d be here by now.”
Ishan tilted his head. “She must’ve arrived already. Maybe she’s in her room resting after the flight?”
“Nope,” Siya said, shaking her head without looking away from the entrance. “She messaged half an hour ago, said she’s coming straight here. So until she walks through that gate, we’re on watch duty.”
Her voice was calm, but there was a tiny glimmer of anticipation in her eyes, the kind that only comes when you’re waiting for someone who feels like home after too long.
Shubman stood a little behind them, hands shoved into his pockets, quietly observing the trio. He noticed how easily Siya fit into the chaos, calm yet sharp, grounded in the moment but always aware of what was around her.
Abhishek, beside him, followed her gaze toward the entrance too, already curious about the friend they were waiting for.
“Looks like the bride’s not the only one stealing the spotlight today,” Abhishek said under his breath, and Shubman gave him a small side eye, half amused.
