"In the rhythm of life, moments of connection become the melody that binds hearts together."

The next morning, the house was a buzz with excitement as the sangeet preparations took center stage. It was a day of music, laughter, and the blending of two families. Roohi’s home had been transformed into a lively haven, with strings of marigold and shimmering drapes accentuating the joyful atmosphere.

Roohi was seated in her room, her cousin, Aditi, around her, teasing her with every opportunity. “So, Mrs. Chaturvedi-to-be, are you ready to perform for your dulha?” Aditi asked with a playful grin.

Roohi rolled her eyes but couldn’t hide the shy smile that crept onto her face. “Let’s just say I hope he doesn’t run away after hearing my voice,” she replied, trying to brush off the nerves she felt about the upcoming dance performance.

Aditi laughed but reassured her. “Don’t worry, Roohi. It’ll be perfect. You’ll look stunning and he won't be able to take his eyes of you.”

The room was filled with light-hearted laughter, but Roohi’s thoughts lingered on Vivaan. She couldn’t help but wonder how he was handling the whirlwind of the wedding preparations. He was such a quiet soul, always reserved in his thoughts.

Meanwhile, at Vivaan’s house, Meera was on a mission. “Bhaiya, you cannot escape this. I’ve already picked out your outfit, and you’re going to look absolutely dashing,” she declared, holding up a deep blue sherwani with intricate embroidery.

Vivaan raised an eyebrow. “Dashing or disaster?” he muttered, though the faintest smile tugged at his lips.

“Don’t worry, bhaiya,” Meera reassured him. “Roohi won’t judge you. She’s marrying you, after all.”

Vivaan chuckled softly but didn’t reply. He was still adjusting to everything,still finding his place in this unexpected journey. But whenever he thought of Roohi, there was a quiet warmth inside him that made the uncertainty feel a little easier to bear.

Evening of the Sangeet

The venue was vibrant, filled with music, chatter, and the aroma of festive delicacies. Guests were dressed in colorful attire, their laughter mingling with the beats of traditional drums.

Vivaan arrived with his family, his quiet demeanor intact but his presence commanding. Dadi and Meera stayed close, ensuring he didn’t feel overwhelmed. When he saw Roohi, his breath hitched momentarily. She wore a golden and emerald-green lehenga that perfectly complemented her radiant smile.

As the evening progressed, performances began. Roohi and her cousin Aditi took the stage for a lively dance, their energy infectious. Vivaan watched from a distance, a faint smile playing on his lips. Dadi nudged him. “Don’t just stand there, beta. Go join her.”

Vivaan shook his head, chuckling softly. “Not my thing, Dadi.”

But Meera wasn’t having it. “Bhaiya, this is your sangeet. A little dancing won’t hurt. Come on!” Before he could protest, she pulled him onto the stage.

Roohi noticed him and grinned. “Look who’s decided to join the fun,” she teased gently.

“I’ve been dragged,” he admitted, his voice low but warm.

“Well, since you’re here,” Roohi said, extending her hand, “let’s make it worth the effort.”

Vivaan hesitated for a moment but eventually took her hand. The music shifted to a slower, softer tune, and they found themselves in a simple, unplanned dance. The world around them seemed to fade as they exchanged quiet smiles, their connection growing stronger with each moment.

Later, as the guests continued celebrating, Vivaan and Roohi stepped away to a quieter corner.

“Didn’t think I’d see you dance,” Roohi said, her tone teasing but her eyes kind.

“Neither did I,” Vivaan admitted, his voice earnest. “But… it wasn’t as bad as I thought.”

Roohi chuckled softly. “See? I told you we’d figure this out together.”

Vivaan looked at her, his expression thoughtful. “Thank you, Roohi. For making all of this feel... easier.”

She smiled warmly. “Thank you for trying, Vivaan. That means more than you know.”

For the first time that evening, Vivaan felt a quiet contentment settle within him, as if this partnership,this bond was becoming something he could truly believe in.