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I: Her Strings

Yami Gautam as Sanam Shah

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Five Years after prologue...

Sanam ran behind her 17 year old younger sister, Esha, through the groom's procession who had decided to crash it for the fun of it. Esha wanted to break the rules, as per usual, and Sanam got dragged to follow. If for anything, then to keep an eye on her so she wouldn't run into any trouble.

Arjun's attention was diverted from dancing in this groom's procession to two girls who joined in. One look at them and he knew they weren't from the groom's side. Shaking his head, he ignored and went back to dancing with his friends. It was normal for weddings to be crashed, especially Indian weddings.

Esha girls spoke loudly in Sanam's ear so it could be heard over the loud beats of the live instruments. She nodded and the two of them once again began running towards the end of the procession. They only kept on going deeper into the crowd instead of attempting to get out. As she ran past him, her stole found its way to get stuck on his button of his sleeve. He didn't see it and as he went on to dance, he pulled at it. As a result, the back of her strings snapped loose and she froze in her spot, wide-eyed.

He too realized that he had pulled at someone. He turned to see her bare back while she had her hands holding her lehnga, given she was running. She scanned the crowd around her. There were obviously too many people and she could see her sister in the distance running away, probably thinking she was right behind her.

"Esha!" She yelled for her sister but she was too far away to hear it.

She was about to turn to yell at the guy when he put his hands on her shoulder and held her firmly in her spot. "You don't want to do that, sweetheart." He spoke in her ear. While being that close to any stranger made her a tad bit uncomfortable, her brain told her he was right.

She whisper-yelled at him. "Fix it!"

"What? Here?" He questioned. She fought the urge to roll her eyes. He looked around as he weighed his options. "Come with me."

"I'm not going anywhere with you." She exclaimed, but he turned a deaf ear to her. He took a step forward, nudging her to walk as well. She dropped her hands from holding up her lehnga and pulled them closer to her as she fought to walk through the crowd without getting hit by any of the flailing hands, who least cared about people around them. Not only that, it was impossible to walk at the same pace while being glued to him.

She looked sideways when suddenly, he brought his hands forward so as to form a barrier between her and the people to either sides of her. She saw a side profile of his eyes and it must be the fact that she suddenly stopped walking that made his eyes flicker to hers, to question why she stopped.

She felt short of breath as for a very slow second, she gazed into his hazel eyes. All she could do was stare into them. It was impossible to look at his face when his eyes spoke in volume and made her heart beat faster. It wasn't because she had been running and dancing just few minutes earlier. It was something about the way he looked back at her. It was him and some strange thing her heart kept on telling her...

He cleared his throat, breaking the spell. Right that moment, she wished she could read minds so she could tell what was going on inside of his. Her eyes blinked rapidly and she turned to face ahead, ignoring his looks.

She didn't fail to notice how almost everyone gave room for him to walk by when they saw him. She wondered who exactly he was that made people gave him such importance. They got to an isolated place of the venue and he dropped his hands.