The sun rose golden over the town, and the streets were alive with music, colors, and laughter. Mani stood at the center of a courtyard adorned with flowers, banners, and twinkling lights. Today wasn't just any day — it was the celebration of reunion, love, and the promise of a new chapter.
"Hello everybody, hello everybody
Welcome to my party, welcome to my party..."
Laya walked toward him, glowing with happiness and a gentle glow that hinted at the new life she carried. Mani's heart leapt; every step she took was a melody, every glance a spark. Their eyes met, and the world seemed to pause.
"Hey, welcome, welcome, welcome, welcome
On my green flag
I brought a celebration for you..."
Friends from near and far — Krishna, Gajanan, Bharath, Ashik, Monal, Sunitha, Ranganathan, Shalini, Akshara, and Pooja — joined in, forming a playful parade around the couple. Each had their own little dance, their own joyous celebration of love: Krishna twirling ribbons, Ashik tossing flower petals, Bharath and Pooja laughing and spinning together, Monal and Sunitha creating confetti showers.
"If you jump, it's a festival
If I dance, it's a celebration
Oh my God, oh my God, Lord
Show them, where are you?"
Mani held Laya's hand tightly, feeling the life growing within her, and whispered softly: "We've waited for this, every moment, every heartbeat. You're my everything, and soon, we'll have a little one to share this joy with."
"Hey, come, come, come, come
I want to tell you, do you want to come?
Rumpum, pumpum, do it, okay, night is ours..."
The music swelled, the friends cheered, and Mani and Laya danced together, spinning under the golden sunlight. Laughter, music, and petals swirled around them like magic. Their love, once tested by misunderstandings and distance, now shone brighter than ever.
"Hey, very well said, my dear
Welcome, welcome, my name is..."
Even in the playful chaos, Mani's gaze never left Laya. She smiled, radiant and mischievous, teasing him like old times. Their hearts were entwined, and their souls rejoiced in reunion. The courtyard had become a festival of love, life, and friendship — every Tamil and Telugu friend sharing in the joy, every moment a memory etched forever.
"Come, welcome, come, welcome, come, welcome
My name is....
Hey, it's not available for everyone
If you come, it's a natural thing
If you don't come, it's a disaster."
And as the sun set, the golden sky reflected their laughter, the rhythm of their hearts, and the magic of life blooming anew. In that moment, surrounded by friends, music, and the promise of a child, Mani and Laya knew their love story had only just begun — joyful, eternal, and full of wonder.