Tara's House
The bedroom mirror was fogged in places from the steam of her curling iron. Tara stood in front of it, draping her navy blue saree for what felt like the hundredth time. Her mother peeked in from the door with a fond smile.
"Yeh first farewell hai joh mai organise kr rhi hu... perfect toh lagna hi chahiye," Tara muttered, adjusting the pleats again.
(This is the first farewell which I am organizing...it should look perfect right?)
Her father leaned in from the hallway, "Tum toh waise bhi principal lagti ho... now you'll just look fancier."
(You already look like a principal..)
She glared. "Shoo."
Her mom came closer and gently helped with the pallu. "Nervous ho?" she asked softly.
(Are you nervous?)
Tara hesitated. "A little. Bahut kuch manage karna hai."
(A little, I have to manage lot of things)
Her mom kissed her forehead. "You've done more than enough, beta. Tonight, just enjoy a little too."
Tara smiled faintly and looked back at the mirror. She clipped on her earrings, added a subtle lip tint, and with a breath she was ready.
Ahaan's House & Ekansh's house
Ahaan stood in front of his wardrobe, eyeing the pile of blazers tossed across the bed.
"Brown or navy?" he asked aloud.
"Brown," came his mother's voice from the doorway. "Makes you look less like a banker, more like a flirt."
He rolled his eyes. "Flirt, huh?"
Downstairs, his dad called out, "Beta! Ek photo toh de de farewell look mein!"
"Five minutes!" he yelled back, adjusting his collar one last time.
Ekansh stood silently in front of his mirror, slipping into his black coat with calculated precision. Every strand of hair was in place. His mom peeked in.
"You look like a gentleman," she said, adjusting his collar.
He smiled, soft and quiet. "Thanks, mummy."
Vaani's House
Her room smelled of roses and vanilla body mist. Her black saree was laid out carefully on the bed, next to silver bangles and a tiny note: "Be yourself. Always." It was from her father.
Vaani took a deep breath, pinning one side of her curled hair delicately. Her mom walked in and paused mid-step.
"Bas... bas. Nazar na lage," she said emotionally, pressing a kaala teeka behind Vaani's ear.
Vaani smiled. "Mumma..."
Her mom touched her cheek. "Tu kisi heroine se kam nahi lag rahi."
(You are not looking less than a actress.)
With one last look at herself, Vaani slipped on her heels, picked up her clutch, and whispered to the mirror, "Tonight, just feel everything."
Ritvik walked down the stairs in a maroon blazer, straight-backed, serious. His dad looked up from the newspaper and whistled. "Ladka toh hero lag raha hai."
(The boy is looking for an actor)
He shrugged. "Bas farewell hi toh hai."
(It's just a farewell)
But his sister called from behind him, "Hero banne ka mauka bar bar nahi milta. Smile thoda."
(We don't get the chance to be a hero. Now smile a bit)
He smiled, barely, but it reached his eyes.
Kriti House
A/N they are dressing together at Kriti's house
In Kriti's bedroom, music played in the background as she danced around with her lavender saree half-pinned, nearly tripping over her own heels.
"Tu sambhal le pehle apne aap ko," Nirma teased from the bed, dressed already in her olive green saree, tying her hair.
(Manage yourself first of all)
Kriti stuck her tongue out. "Mood banana zaroori hota hai."
(It's necessary to make mood)
Nirma helped adjust her bindi and earrings. Then, for a moment, they stood in front of the mirror both looking grown-up, beautiful, and just a little teary-eyed.
"Last school function of seniors," Kriti said softly.
Nirma nodded. "Let's make it count."
They high-fived then ran downstairs together as their cab honked outside.
Vihaan's House
Vihaan was pacing, trying to get his cufflinks on. "Why are these things designed to destroy my patience?!"
His cousin sister burst out laughing. "Because you refuse to ask for help."
She fixed it in two seconds.
"Thanks," he muttered, adjusting his hair and checking himself out.
"You're going to meet Kriti, right?"
He smirked. "No comment."
Just before leaving, he grabbed his cologne, turned, and said to himself in the mirror, "Let's be cool... and a little filmy."
With every cab ride, every selfie in the mirror, every moment of nervous laughter they all left behind their homes, stepping into something more than just an event.
They stepped into memories.
The sun hung low in the sky, casting a soft amber glow over the school building. The campus, usually teeming with school uniforms and chaotic chatter, had transformed into a different world entirely. The auditorium was humming with fairy lights and last-minute whispers, a few peals of laughter echoing down the corridor.
Inside, a small army of juniors dressed not in uniforms but in graceful sarees, sharp blazers, and gleaming shoes buzzed around the decorated entrance. Balloons floated gently above their heads, a floral arch stood proudly near the gate, and strings of gold and maroon ribbons fluttered in the wind. The backdrop shimmered in the distance, awaiting the evening's memories.
Tara stepped out of her car, holding her clutch tightly, her navy blue saree flowing behind her with the grace of authority and nerves. Her eyes carried the weight of all the planning, sleepless nights, and the quiet hope that everything would go right.
Ahaan arrived seconds later, stepping out of a cab, adjusting the sleeves of his brown blazer and brushing invisible creases from his shirt. His hair was slightly messy in the way he liked and a mischievous smirk already played on his lips.
They stood together under the arch, facing the still-empty entrance carpet.
Vaani's car rolled in slowly. As she stepped out, the black saree she wore shimmered like night sky dust under the evening sun. Her hair was curled and pinned at one side, with subtle makeup and a hint of kajal. Her eyes scanned the crowd for a moment then found Tara and Ahaan. She waved.
As Vaani reached the trio under the floral arch, she paused, giving them a quick once-over.
"Wow," she said, her smile warm, "you two look... very prepared to boss around the entire evening."
Tara chuckled. "Good. That's exactly the energy we're going for."
"You look stunning, Vaani," Ahaan added with a casual grin. "Like... award-winning Bollywood debut stunning."
Vaani blushed lightly. "Thank you. And you're not looking too bad yourself, Mr. Blazer."
Tara rolled her eyes. "Don't encourage him."
Just then, laughter echoed from a car pulling up. Kriti and Nirma stepped out, still laughing from whatever conversation they had inside.
Kriti's lavender saree hugged her frame softly, matched with dangling pearl earrings and a small bindi. Nirma, in her olive green saree, looked regal - confident, graceful, yet visibly emotional as she stood at the threshold.
"Oh my god," Kriti said, rushing over, "Did you guys see the ribbons? This place looks magical!"
"You look magical," Vaani said, eyes widening. "That lavender's doing full justice."
"And you look like a dream yourself," Kriti said, looping her arm through hers.
Nirma joined them with a small smile. "Tara... event looks amazing. Really. I know how much went into this."
Tara looked down shyly. "Thanks. It's not perfect but-"
"It is," Nirma said sincerely.
Before any more compliments could be exchanged, Ahaan clapped his hands dramatically. "Okay, enough taareef sessions. Everyone looking emotional before the function even starts not fair."
"Oh shut up, Ahaan," Kriti said.
They all laughed a group finally standing in the golden light of something they had all been waiting for.
The moment the clock ticked 4, the gates opened wider.
The seniors entered Ritvik leading the batch, dressed in a deep maroon blazer, flanked by his friends. Ayaan followed in a steel grey suit, sunglasses pushed up on his head.Their presence shifted the air; juniors straightened up, phones came out for photos, and cheers filled the air.
Ekansh walked in behind them, adjusting his black coat. He looked neat, a little nervous his hair carefully parted, shoes polished, and expression soft as his eyes landed on Vaani. She hadn't noticed him yet.
Behind them, more students trickled in girls in rich shades of red, blue, and gold; boys in suits, tuxedos, and sherwanis. Some carried small gift bags, others clutched phones nervously. Laughter erupted as old friends met after days, and hugs were exchanged like long-kept promises.
Every eye turned as the seniors walked down the entrance lane. Spotlights hit the floral arch as they passed underneath it.
Tara instinctively stood taller, her eyes scanning the senior boys with mock irritation.
"Ritvik bhaiya already thinks he's in a Karan Johar film," she muttered.
"Can't blame him," Ahaan chuckled. "He is the hero of his own movie."
Just then, Vaani noticed Ekansh. Their eyes met for the first time that evening. She blinked. He smiled softly, nervously, and then looked away. It was a second but it made her chest flutter.
Kriti and vihaan locked eyes next. A pause, a smile. Nirma walked beside Kriti, and when Rudra glanced over and nodded at her, she surprised herself by smiling back.
The entire atmosphere was charged now. The music had begun to rise not too loud, but enough to pulse with excitement. The photo booth had its first group picture. Teachers hadn't arrived yet, which meant this was their moment.
A group of juniors about twenty or so cheered as they lined up for the corridor tunnel of lights. Phones flashed, poses were struck, and reels had already begun recording.
Tara looked around, her eyes shining.
"Humne kar liya, Ahaan."
("We did it, Ahaan.")
He looked at her really looked for the first time that evening.
"Haan," he said softly.
("Yeah.)
The camera clicked in the background.
The music mellowed into a soft instrumental, lights dimmed slightly under the golden sunset hue. The breeze had calmed, but the whispers and giggles of students filled the beautifully decorated lawn. Everyone looked stunning, but some eyes had already found the one they couldn't look away from.
Near the left corner, by the floral photo booth draped in fairy lights, Vaani stepped closer to Ekansh, brushing a strand of her curled hair behind her ear. Her black saree shimmered in the golden light as she gently called out.
"Umm..." she said softly.
He turned to her instantly,his eyes calm, patient, and so gentle landed on her like he'd been waiting for her to say something all evening.
Vaani held out her hand with a tiny, shy smile.
"Thank you... for the Cadbury and the note," she said, voice almost a whisper.
Ekansh smiled, a soft curve of his lips. But then he tilted his head slightly.
"Aap ne maaf kiya mujhe, Vaani ji?"
(Have you forgiven me, Vaani ji?)
Her eyes widened. Butterflies. Everywhere.
She stuttered, looked away for a second, then back at him, her cheeks already warm.
"Huh... haan... haan," she managed, her voice faltering but true.
He leaned forward a bit, just enough to match her height. The world felt blurry, like only their breath and the heartbeat between them mattered.
"Aankhon mein dekh ke kahiye... ki maaf kiya," he said, his voice teasing but laced with something deep, something true.
("Look into my eyes... and say you've forgiven me.")
She raised her eyes slowly, meeting his. They didn't blink. Neither did he. The noise around them faded.
"Maaf kiya... mai naraz thi hi nahi," she said with a tiny, almost broken smile. (I forgave you... I was never really angry.)
Ekansh smiled again, softer this time, his gaze never leaving hers.
"Ohh..." he said, acting casual but his eyes said everything else.
Vaani tucked her hair behind again, but her voice had a playful edge now.
"Waise... aaj toh kisi ki nazrein hi nahi hat rahi hongi aapse..." (By the way... today I bet no one can take their eyes off you...)
He chuckled softly, then leaned forward again, his voice low.
"Usse kya farak padta hai... meri nazrein toh ek hi pe tiki hai." (What difference does that make... my eyes are fixed on only one person.)
And she couldn't reply. She didn't need to. Her breath hitched. Her smile gave her away.
That's when Ritvik came walking over with a grin, arms casually crossed.
"Kya baat chal rahi hai mere khilaaf?
(What's this secret talk against me?)
Ekansh quickly straightened.
"Kuch nahi, aise hi baat kar rahe the," he replied, trying to act nonchalant.
(Nothing,we were just talking casually)
Vaani's face was still flushed as she turned just in time to hear Tara's voice calling her from the stage. She gave one last glance at Ekansh before walking off.
Ritvik nudged him playfully.
"Sab kamaal ka lag raha hai," Ritvik said. "Tara aur Ahaan ne full dedication diya hai."
"Hmm... bas speech time na karein zyada... toh shaam perfect ho," Ekansh joked.
Across the venue, Vihaan was circling through the groups, eyes darting. His hair perfectly set, coat neat, but there was one thing missing -
"Kriti... kahaan ho yaar..." he muttered under his breath.
And then he saw her. Just a few steps ahead, standing with Nirma near the mocktail counter, her lavender saree glowing under the fairy lights.
Their eyes met. His face broke into a grin. He winked.
Kriti's eyes widened. She glared at him dramatically but within a second, her lips curved upward into a secretive, defeated smile.
Vihaan chuckled and whispered to himself, "Found you."
Not too far away, Nirma scanned the crowd, clearly searching for someone.
Her eyes stopped when she spotted Ayaan tall, steel grey coat, hair freshly set, laughing at something with his friends. She paused, hand frozen mid-air, heart skipping.
She took in the way he threw his head back slightly when he laughed, how his hands moved when he explained something.
But before she could take a step toward him-
"Aaj toh bahot pretty lag hi hai nirma tu" a voice said beside her.
She turned, startled - Rudra. Red coat, smirking confidently, his presence as bold as ever.
Nirma smiled awkwardly, her gaze faltering. She glanced once more at Ayaan but couldn't meet his eyes. Rudra had blocked the moment.
"A... aisa kuch nahi," Nirma said quickly, adjusting her pallu.
But her heart was already confused. And a little disappointed.
And just then the mic crackled. A brief silence fell. All eyes turned to the stage.
Tara, in her navy blue saree, and Ahaan, in a maroon blazer stood side by side under the spotlight. Their expressions? Well... let's just say the tension was visible even from the last row.
Tara took a deep breath, gripping the mic. Ahaan smirked sideways.
"Good evening, everyone. We welcome you all to this unforgettable evening-"
Ahaan leaned toward his mic and whispered dramatically, loud enough for everyone to hear, "-organised entirely by me... and my assistant here, Tara."
The crowd broke into laughter. Tara shot him a glare.
He grinned. "Oh come on, Head Girl. I'm just here to keep the show from getting boring."
Tara cleared her throat, plastering a smile. "As I was saying, welcome to the Farewell Evening a Evening we'll all remember..."
Tara was trying to keep things formal, dignified after all, she was the Head Girl. But standing beside her was Ahaan the certified troublemaker in a well-fitted coat, still smirking as if he was hosting a stand-up show.
Tara cleared her throat and spoke into the mic.
"Good evening once again, everyone... we're so glad to have you all here today. I hope you're ready for an evening full of memories, laughter, and-"
Ahaan leaned toward his mic again.
"-Tara's endless instructions!"
The crowd erupted in laughter again. Tara blinked slowly, clenched her jaw, then muttered near her mic enough for everyone to hear:
"Agar ab ek aur baar bola na Ahaan... toh yahi se uthake phek dungi stage se. Ab shaant reh aur bolne de mujhe."
(If you speak one more time, Ahaan... I swear I'll throw you off the stage right now. Stay quiet and let me speak.)
The crowd whistled and hooted louder. Ahaan placed his hands up in surrender, laughing silently, stepping slightly away from the mic like a child who had been scolded in public.
Tara composed herself,and continued with a polite but assertive smile.
"Alright. Now, coming back to the event today is a very special evening. It's not just a farewell, it's a celebration. A celebration of our seniors, of everything they've given to this school, and of the memories they've left behind for us."
She glanced at Ritvik, Ayaan, Rudra, and other seniors spread across the crowd some waving, some whistling.
"So here's how the evening will go..."
She held up a card and spoke clearly, the fairy lights flickering softly behind her.
"First, we'll begin with a short moment for everyone to talk, click photos, and settle in to take it all in, because today's evening is yours"
She smiled warmly at the seniors.
"Then, we'll begin with music and a couple dance. So juniors and seniors, find your partners quickly before the music starts!"
Ahaan raised an eyebrow, pretending to search the crowd dramatically Tara ignored him.
"After that, we'll move to the food section where we've got a full spread waiting from chaat to desserts."
A few cheers from the back. Someone shouted, "Bas golgappe mil jaayein!" (Just give us golgappas!)
Tara laughed lightly and continued.
"Once dinner's done, we've organised a small surprise game for senior girls vs senior boys, so bring your competitive spirit!"
Ahaan raised his brows again, pretending to flex his arms. Tara rolled her eyes but didn't say anything. Yet.
"And finally... our dear teachers and principal will join us later in the evening for their blessings, speeches, and of course, to see you all shine one last time as their students."
Her voice softened just a little, filled with warmth.
"Let's make tonight one to remember not just for photos or dance... but for what we've all meant to each other, and the way we'll carry these moments with us forever."
She glanced once at Ahaan and to everyone's surprise, he was quiet now. Just smiling... the kind of smile that didn't mock her this time, but matched the emotion.
She nodded and took a breath. "So... music, please?"
And with that, the spotlight dimmed and the soft hum of the first couple song began to play.
A few students squealed, rushing to find partners. Some juniors looked nervously at the seniors, while others confidently walked up and held out their hands.
The farewell had officially begun.
Golden lights twinkle above. A soft wind moves through the garden, carrying laughter, anticipation, and a little bit of nervous energy. The first couple steps forward.
Surkh wala, souz wala, faiz wala love
Hota hai jo love se zyaada, vaise waalaa love
Ishq waalaa love
Hua jo dard bhee to hamko aaj kuch zyaada hua
Tara stood near the edge of the crowd, sipping from her glass, eyes scanning the event like a checklist she couldn't stop ticking off. Her posture was poised, her expression calm - but her mind was racing.
"Chalein?...," came a soft voice from beside her.
She turned and there he was.
Her Ekansh bhaiya.
He stood with his hands tucked in his pockets, wearing a crisp black blazer that fit him perfectly, his hair neatly parted. But what truly softened the moment was his expression warm, calm, and a little amused.
"Huh?" she asked, caught slightly off guard.
He smiled that shy, lopsided smile she remembered.
"Present Head Girl ko... farewell dance toh apne ex-Head Boy ke saath hi karna chahiye, right?"
("Head Girl should dance with her ex-Head Boy, right?")
He held out his hand not forcefully, not with expectation, but like a quiet offer.
Tara blinked. Then smiled. "Fine. But I'm leading."
Ekansh let out a small chuckle. "Of course. Waise bhi, main toh sirf follow karne aaya hoon."
(Of course, anyways I am just here to follow)
They walked toward the dance floor.
Ekansh said something under his breath quiet and clever and Tara laughed without meaning to. It caught her off guard.
"Seriously?" she said, shaking her head, hiding a smile.
Their rhythm eased. Their feet synced.
Their steps sync naturally. Her saree sways as he twirls her gently and for a second, there's just comfortable silence between them.
Meanwhile, Ahaan scans the crowd like he's looking for trouble and of course, his eyes land on Vaani, standing near the fairy light pillar, adjusting her black saree.
"Miss kapoor," Ahaan bows, "As your head boy, I feel obligated to save you from awkward pairings."
She chuckles in her elegant black saree. "And as your friend, I forgive your cheesy line. Let's go."
They sway comfortably, the kind of ease that only comes from deep friendship. Ahaan almost spins her dramatically and Vaani laughs out loud. "Bachpan se Bollywood dekh raha hai kya?"
Ishq waalaa love
Agar ye usko bhi hua hai, fir bhi mujhko zyada hua
Ishq waalaa love
Kriti, glowing in her lavender saree, is fixing her earring when Ayaan strolls up.
"Looking for someone, Kriti ?" he smirks.
She narrows her eyes. "Shut up, bhaiya."
He wiggles his brows. "Vihaan kahaan hai?"
Kriti glares. "Stop. It's not like that."
They dance anyway, swaying gently. Kriti mutters under her breath. Ayaan just smirks, "You're blushing."
Nirma is trying not to look disappointed when she sees Ayaan dancing with kriti. She hides it well until Rudra slides in beside her with a cheeky grin.
Meri neend jaise pehlee baar tuuti hai
Ankhe mal ke maine dekhi hai subah
Hui dhoop zyada, leke teri roshani din chada
Ishq waalaa love
"Kya dekh rahi hai? Woh already booked hai. Main free hoon."
(What are you staring at? He's already booked. I'm free.)
She chuckles. "Tu free hi reh toh accha hai."
(You should stay free forever.)
But she accepts his hand, and they dance - awkwardly at first, but with bursts of laughter. Rudra twirls her dramatically just to make her smile.
"You're not bad," she says.
"You're the prettiest plan I've ever had," he replies, and they both crack up laughing.
Jhaanke baadlon kee jaali ke peechhe se
Kare chandni ye mujhko itla
Leke noor zyaada chaand mera yahin pe hai chhupa
Chhupa hua
Meanwhile... chaos.
Vihaan walks up to Yuvraaj dramatically.
"Kriti gayi ayaan ke saath. Hum kya karein?"
(Kriti's gone with Ritvik. What should we do?)
Yuvraaj grins. "Are you asking me to dance?"
Vihaan mock-bows. "Aaj toh ishq wala bromance ho jaaye."
(Let's have an ishq-wala bromance tonight.)
And they do.
They take the floor with over-the-top steps, twirling each other, doing dramatic Bollywood poses. Everyone's laughing, clapping. Someone even yells "Award dedo inse!" (Give them an award!).
Yuvraj twirls dramatically.
"Ishq wala... brooo!"
They start dancing with complete Bollywood drama spinning, dipping, even fake crying. Everyone is laughing uncontrollably.
Kyun na aisa hota, jo milte tum
Ho jaate guum saath mere
Hote-hote hoga samajhaayen hum
Tham ja e tham o dil mere
Toota zyada-zyada tara jab gira
Zara zyada-zyada maangu dil tera
Tab bhi zyaada-zyaada maane naa dil ye sarphira
"Ritvik, you're surprisingly not bad at this," Jaya smiles sweetly.
He sighs. "Thanks."
Then Jaya smirks, "Tara wore too much makeup, and Vaani? Please. Acting like she owns the stage."
Ritvik stops moving. Stares.
"You done?"
"Just saying the truth."
"No. You're being petty. Tara and Vaani are my family. Say one more thing and I swear, I'll say something you really won't like."
Jaya, visibly flustered, steps back. "Whatever." She storms off.
Kyun na aisa hota, jo milte tum
Ho jaate gum saath mere
Hote-hote hoga samajhaayen hum
Tham ja e tham o dil mere
Simran, a shy junior, steps forward nervously.
"Sir... um... can I?"
Ritvik's expression softens. He smiles. "Sure."
They begin dancing and to everyone's surprise they're perfectly in sync.
The crowd watches, pleasantly stunned.
Toota zyada-zyada tara jab gira
Zara zyada-zyada maangu dil tera
Tab bhi zyaada-zyaada maane naa dil ye sarphira
Ishq waalaa love
Bada ye dil naadan tha, par aaj kuch zyada hua
Ishq waalaa love
Jo khone ka tha dar tujhe, pata nahi kyu zyada hua
Vihaan from the side whispers, "Bhai ne toh performance reverse kar diya."
(He turned the whole performance around.)
The dance floor now sparkles with elegance and laughter. Juniors and seniors together, some shy, some dramatic. One guy proposes mid-song with a flower. Another pair argues over steps.
In a corner, a girl drags her best friend saying, "Tu chal, tu meri partner hai!"
Laughter. Lights. Music.
Ishq waalaa love
Hua jo dard bhee to hamko aaj kuch zyaada hua
Ishq waalaa love
Ye kya hua hai kya khabar yahi pataa hai zyaada hua
Ishq waalaa love
Agar ye usko bhi hua hai, fir bhi mujhko zyada hua
Ishq waalaa love
And from behind, the core group watches it all-smiling.
Tara nudges Ekansh. "We did this."
Ekansh says "And not a single major disaster... yet."
"Yet," Tara echoes, and both of them laugh.
Song shifts to: "Main Tenu Samjhawan Ki..."
The lights dim to a golden hush, the mood shifts.
One by one, the boys extend a single finger to their partners a silent invitation.
Smirks. Giggles. Eyerolls.
One by one, the girls accept and then twirl.
Twirl Transition—
Ayaan twirls Kriti - her lavender saree flares, and she spins straight into Vihaan's waiting arms.
Rudra twirls Nirma - she glances back mid-spin, only to land near Ayaan.
Ekansh, ever the gentleman, twirls Tara gently - she glides and ends up right in front of Ahaan.
Ahaan twirls Vaani - and as if fate intervenes, she spins, spins, and lands perfectly into Ekansh's arms.
The music softens...
> "Main tenu samjhawan ki,
Na tere baajo lagda ji..."
Ahaan & Tara
They freeze.
Ahaan holds out his hand like he's handling toxic waste.
Tara arches a brow, unimpressed -
but takes it anyway, muttering under her breath.
Their hands barely meet.
He pulls her into a spin and she digs her heel sharply into his shoe.
Ahaan while grimacing "Dance kar rahi hai ya badla le rahi hai?"
Tara replied deadpan "Same thing."
"Tu ki jaane pyaar mera,
Main karaan intezaar tera..."
He places his hand on her waist barely and she instantly slaps it off.
Tara hissed "hatt dur reh."
Ahaan replied mock offended "Mujhe bhi chipakne ka shauk nahi hai, trust me."
Still their bodies move in sync, steps perfect.
It's not a dance.
The lights dim the world narrows down to just the two of them.
Vaani twirls, her black saree catching the golden glint of fairy lights. She spins straight into Ekansh's waiting arms.
Their eyes lock startled, soft like neither expected the moment, but neither wants to leave it.
Ekansh holds her gently. And then, softly barely audible over the music he whispers:
Ekansh:
"May I...?"
Vaani nods, a flicker of surprise in her gaze.
He places his hand delicately at her hand. She gasps not out of discomfort, but from the unexpected flutter in her chest.
Her eyes shoot up to meet his again.
Ekansh immediately, apologies
"Sorry. I should've asked first."
Vaani replied quietly
"It's... okay."
> "tu ki jaane pyar mera
mein karaan intezar tera
tu dil tu yun jaan meri..."
They begin to sway slow, careful, like a secret unfolding one note at a time.
She laughs quietly, looking away for a second, cheeks warm.
The moment isn't loud.
It's just quietly beautiful.
Vihaan & Kriti
> "mein tenu samjhawan ki
na tere baajo lagda ji
Haey tu ki jaane pyar mera
mein karaan intezar tera
tu dil tu yun jaan meri
mein tenu samjhawan ki
na tere baajo lagda ji..."
Vihaan catches Kriti mid-twirl. She stumbles into him, eyes flashing.
Vihaan said while grinning
"Tumhre expressions mujhe cute lagte hain."
(I found your expressions cute)
Kriti rolled her eyes "Tumhare sarcasm se mujhe allergy hai."
(And i have an allergy to your sarcasm)
He dips her low but holds the position a beat too long, smirking.
Kriti whispers " wapas mat chodna"
(Don't leave me again.)
> "mere dil vich re ke mere
dil da haal na jaane
tere baajo kaleyan be ke
ronde nain numane..."
He replied still flushed "kabhi nhi"
(Never)
She kicks his shin lightly, but timed perfectly to the beat.
Nirma spins toward Ayaan her green saree swaying as she stops in front of him. One brow raised, one smile playing on her lips.
Nirma spins toward him.
He raises a brow, unimpressed.
She takes a step forward.
He casually steps back.
A game of slow chase begins.
Suddenly she stumbles, just enough to make it look real.
He catches her out of reflex one arm behind her back, the other steadying her shoulder.
Their eyes lock.
"jeena mera Haaye
marna mera naal tere si
kar aetibar mera
mein karaan intezar tera
tu dil tu yun jaan meri..."
Nirma said grinning low "Dekha? Girne nhi diya na"
(Look didn't let me fall)
Ayaan replied not interested "Giradu?."
She smirks.
Just then she shifts weight again and this time pulls him down with her.
THUD.
They hit the ground in a tangle of limbs and laughter. The lights dim just enough to shield the chaos.
Nirma laughed breathlessly "Lagta hai... aap aur zyada gir gaye ho mere liye."
Ayaan replied dryly, brushing himself off "Next time I'll let you hit the floor. Promise."
"Main tenu samjhawan ki
Na tere baajo lagda ji..."
Ritvik pulls Rudra in like a heroine from a 90s movie.
They spin, whirl, jump all exaggerated and over the top.
> "HOo,oo,o,o
ni changa nai O kitaa
ve changa nai O kitaa
dil mera torr ke
ve bara pachtaya akhaan
ve bara pachtaya akhaan
tere naal jorr ke!"
Rudra clutching his chest whispered
"Main tere bina jee nahi sakta bhai!"
(I can't live without you)
Ritvik fake sobbingly replied
"Main bhi nahi... par tu pehle coke le aata na!"
They throw imaginary roses, act like they're in a Karan Johar film.
Ritvik fake-cries into a napkin.
Rudra lifts him dramatically they both tumble into a roll.
Yuvraj shouted "Bhai dance toh nahi, par award pakka milna chahiye humko."
"Main tenu samjhawan ki..."
All the pairs now sway together Tara still annoyed, Ekansh lost in Vaani, Kriti whispering threats to Vihaan, Nirma dramatically holding her head as if heartbroken, Ayaan looking away, Ritvik and Rudra throwing roses at random people.
The lights fade into a golden wash.
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