Sweet & Salty

The spotlight engulfed Mohini as she glided effortlessly through her Kathak performance, oblivious to the admiration of the vast audience before her. The rhythmic tinkling of her ghungroo drowned out even the music itself.

She looked untouchable.

And Abhirup could not look away.

Hidden in the darker corner of the backstage, he watched her with silent awe, unaware that his lingering gaze had already betrayed him.

"Oye ashiq... palke toh jhapak le zara," Vihaan teased with a laugh.

From the front row, Pallavi noticed everything.

The stolen glances.
The hesitant smiles.
The feelings neither of them dared to acknowledge.

But aching hearts rarely remain silent forever.

And fate has a twisted habit of pulling people closer-especially when they are trying not to fall.