Author's POV

The lawn was adorned a delightful pink theme today. The sunlight seamlessly blended with the pink hues, casting a romantic and joyful ambiance. Charming pink couches adorned with cute cushions were thoughtfully arranged, inviting guests to relax and soak in the festive atmosphere. The entrance itself was a spectacle, heavily adorned with vibrant flowers, setting the perfect tone for the celebration.

Samyukta's POV

Today is the Mehendi and Sangeet function. My friends are busy with their Sangeet performances. I'm getting ready now for the Mehendi. I chose to wear a magenta-purple lehenga, perfectly matching the pink theme.

Maa came to escort me to the lawn where the Mehendi artists would adorn my hands and feet with henna paste. Upon reaching the venue, I noticed Abhimanyu already present. Maa gestured for me to sit beside him, and we exchanged an awkward smile. As the Mehendi artists began crafting intricate designs on my hands, Abhimanyu observed closely, his gaze fixed on my right palm. It felt as if my right palm might start blushing under his continuous watch.

When the artist working on my left hand requested me to remove my engagement ring, I hesitated for a moment. Abhimanyu sensed my hesitation and calmly said, "Give the ring to me." After a brief pause, I removed it from my ring finger and handed it to him. He carefully stowed it in his wallet, returning his attention to my palms.

As the artists finished designing my hands and feet, I sat patiently, allowing the paste to dry. Our interaction during this time remained minimal. Suddenly, a breeze swept by, causing one of my locks to fall in front of my face. With Mehendi-cladded hands, I struggled to tuck it behind my ear, but it stubbornly lingered. I attempted to remove it from my face by blowing air from my mouth, but it proved to be in vain.

Out of nowhere, I felt Abhimanyu's hand reaching toward my face. He delicately placed the stray lock behind my ear and looked at me. Despite my efforts, I couldn't suppress a blush.

"Thank you," I said.

"You're welcome, soon-to-be Mrs. Rathore," he replied. The unexpected endearment caught me off guard, and my cheeks turned a deeper shade. Abhimanyu chuckled at my reaction

God! I want to run away from here. Why do I become so timid in front of him?

"I'll... I'll go and... check... check the arrangements," I stuttered.

"Our fathers are already looking into it. You take rest," he said, smirking.

"No. No. I've to check the stage and the flowers and the performance schedule and the sitting area. They said they would call me while arranging the couches, but they didn't. I'll go and check them now," I said in a breath and hurried away. As I rushed off, I couldn't help but feel a slight blush creeping onto my cheeks. His chuckle echoed in my ears, and I couldn't deny the butterflies dancing in my stomach.

Abhimanyu's POV

Even though I didn't have anything significant to do during the Mehendi function and could have stayed in my room to continue with my work, I chose to stay there just to catch a glimpse of her. Yes, I'm becoming a bit like this.

I was sitting idle, so I thought, why not observe the Mehendi designing happening here. Samyukta was seated beside me, hands and feet laid out in front of her for the artists to work their magic. I leaned forward and put my face in front of her right palm and watched her hands get desgined. After watching for sometimes, I thought of checking some mails. 

By the time I finished checking emails, the Mehendi artists had already packed up. Samyukta had her hands laid out on a couple of cushions for the designs to set. I noticed she was attempting to remove a lock from her face by blowing air from her mouth. How cute! I couldn't resist; I gently tucked the strand behind her ear. She thanked me, and I decided to pull a trick.

"You're welcome, soon-to-be Mrs. Rathore," I said. Her reaction was priceless—caught off guard, her cheeks tinted in red. Oh my god! I love her response to my words!

"I'll... I'll go and... check... check the arrangements," she stuttered.

"Our fathers are already looking into it. You take rest," I said, playfully teasing.

"No. No. I've to check the stage and the flowers and the performance schedule and the sitting area. They said they would call me while arranging the couches, but they didn't. I'll go and check them now," she said in a breath and hurried away. I couldn't help but chuckle at her reaction.

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Author's POV

The Sangeet night was transformed into a mesmerizing spectacle of blue elegance. The entire venue was adorned with varying shades of blue, from deep navy to soft baby blue, creating a cohesive and enchanting atmosphere. Blue drapes cascaded from the ceiling, twinkling fairy lights added a magical touch, and tables were dressed in exquisite blue tablecloths adorned with golden accents.

Samyukta looked absolutely resplendent in her royal blue lehenga. The rich blue hue complemented her complexion, and the intricate gold embroidery adorned the fabric like delicate strokes of art. The lehenga cascaded gracefully, creating a majestic silhouette that accentuated her grace.

Her ensemble was adorned with exquisite jewelry, each piece reflecting the opulence of the occasion. The twinkling diamonds and the vibrant blue stones accentuated the regal allure of the royal blue lehenga. The dupatta draped delicately over her shoulders completed the ensemble with a perfect blend of contemporary and classic.

Her radiant smile and the sparkle in her eyes added a glow that surpassed the magnificence of her attire. Her hands adorned with intricate mehendi, and the bridal glow on her face transformed her into a vision that captured the essence of a modern-day princess.

On the other hand, Abhimanyu looked dashing in his black sherwani, exuding a captivating blend of sophistication and charisma. The black fabric was adorned with gold buttons and cufflinks, adding a touch of luxury to the ensemble. The well-tailored sherwani accentuated his stature, creating a regal and commanding presence. His attire was complemented by carefully chosen statement brooch.

The stage, the focal point of the night, stood bathed in blue hues. A magnificent backdrop of cascading blue lights framed the performers, while shimmering blue curtains added a dynamic element to the setting. The stage was flanked by golden and blue floral arrangements, creating a striking contrast against the azure backdrop.

As the night unfolded, friends and family took the stage to showcase their dance routine they've prepared for the bride and the groom. The dance floor became a canvas of joy, with energetic performances. Each performance was a burst of color and rhythm, weaving together traditional and contemporary dance forms.

Khushi, Suyash, Gaurav and Arnav, the little stars of the evening, stole the show with their adorable performance. The blue-themed setting provided the perfect backdrop for their delightful presentation.

The energy escalated with each dance number, and the dance floor transformed into a celebration of love and unity. Friends and family joined in, creating a lively atmosphere as they danced the night away. The music echoed with laughter, and the blue theme enhanced the jubilant spirit of the Sangeet night.

In between the dance performances, guests indulged in delectable treats and refreshing beverages. 

As the lively performances of the Sangeet night reached their crescendo, the atmosphere was infused with remnants of joyous moments. 

The soft strains of the romantic song "Dil Nu" echoed through the hall, casting a spell on the gathering. With mischievous smiles and playful gestures, Abhishree and Samrat along with the other friends rallied around Samyukta and Abhimanyu, urging them to join the dance floor. Amidst laughter and teasing, the couple found themselves being gently coerced toward the stage. Their initial reluctance melted away as the enchanting melody enveloped them, drawing them closer.

The stage, bathed in the soft glow of blue lights, awaited the couple. With each step, the friends guided them to the center, creating a tableau of love amidst the sea of blue. As the music swelled, Samyukta and Abhimanyu found themselves lost in the lyrics and the embrace of the romantic tune. Samyukta's eyes sparkled with a mixture of excitement and bashfulness as Abhimanyu, with a gentle hand on her waist, led her through the dance. Abhimanyu, usually composed, couldn't hide the twinkle in his eyes, betraying the nerves that come with dancing in the spotlight.

"You're looking breathtaking, soon- to- be Mrs. Rathore." Abhimanyu whispered in Samyukta's ears. 

Samyukta couldn't help but blush at Abhimanyu's compliment. The warmth of his words sent a shiver down her spine, and her cheeks took on a rosy hue. In the midst of the dance floor, surrounded by the enchanting melodies, she looked up at Abhimanyu with a shy smile.

"Thank you," she replied, her voice a soft melody that blended seamlessly with the music. 

As they swayed to the rhythm, their movements were hesitant yet graceful, a reflection of the unspoken emotions between them. The couple, wrapped in the soft embrace of the romantic song, created an atmosphere of intimacy on the stage. Friends and family watched with smiles, acknowledging the sweetness of the moment.

As the final notes of "Dil Nu" faded away, Samyukta and Abhimanyu stood at the center of the stage, still caught in the magic of their shy dance. The applause and cheers from friends and family resonated through the venue, encapsulating the joyous spirit of the Sangeet night. With gratitude and smiles, Samyukta and Abhimanyu descended from the stage, hand in hand.

As guests began to disperse, carrying the warmth of the evening with them, Samyukta and Abhimanyu took a quiet moment together. Amidst the remnants of the blue-themed decor and the lingering melodies of love, they exchanged a glance filled with anticipation for the journey ahead.

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