Hii !! My little shines ..as I promised ..this is your long part ...baba re baba re deva ..voh kya hai na aaj author ji ne jyada chalaki kar di apko vo toh padh ke saajh aa jayega ..heeh...vo toh .. dekho meri glti nhi jyada long part ke chakkar me ho gya ye par haa joh joh mujhe bayaan krna tha even that feeling voh sab maine kiya hai ..pls don't min haan
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Nitya room )..
Nitya screams " arre ..tum dono abhi tak so rhre ho ....jldi utho vrna agr mama ohir aa gyi na toh khair nhi jldi ..."
Advika puts pillow on her face " bass...do ...min "
Sara " haa..bas-"
Nitya snatch pillow from Advika " tum dono ka do bhi khatam nhi ho rhe hai ...agr Rudrani [ here it called for her Mom ....] apne rudra avtar e aa gyi na toh kisi ko nhi chodne wali "
Sara " haa bass do-"
Nitya holds her hand and make her stand " arre mate uth jaa ..chl jldi ready ho aur aadu tu bhi chl ".
The soft clinking of bangles echoed before they appeared. Advika stepped into the dining hall first, her light peach Anarkali kurti swaying gently with each step. The delicate silver jhumkas brushed against her neck, catching the warm glow of the chandelier. Her open hair, slightly curled at the ends, framed her face in effortless grace. She held her dupatta loosely, its embroidered border glimmering faintly as she walked.
Behind her came Sara, dressed in a mint-green kurta with white chikankari work, simple yet elegant. A pair of tiny pearl studs adorned her ears, and her hair was tied half-up, soft strands falling to her shoulders. She carried a calm smile — the kind that instantly softened a room.
Nitya followed last, her royal blue long kurti paired with silver bangles that chimed lightly as she adjusted her dupatta. A small bindi added a touch of charm to her expressive face, and her wavy hair cascaded freely down her back.
Together, they filled the hall with an easy warmth — laughter mingling with the faint aroma of dinner waiting to be served. Their presence turned the ordinary moment into something quietly beautiful, like the pause before an evening celebration.
As they stepped further inside, the soft chatter from the dining table hushed for a moment, replaced by welcoming smiles. The aroma of freshly cooked paneer and ghee-laced rotis filled the air, mingling with the faint fragrance of jasmine from the nearby vase.
At the head of the table sat Nitya's father, in his neatly pressed kurta, adjusting his spectacles as he looked up from the newspaper. A proud smile tugged at his lips. Beside him, her mother, draped in a maroon saree, was busy serving food, her gold bangles clinking softly with every motion. Dadi, wrapped in a warm shawl despite the mild evening, sat near the window, her eyes lighting up the moment she saw the girls.
And there, at the far end, sat Khushi — Nitya's elder sister, the soon-to-be bride. A soft blush colored her cheeks as she looked up, her bridal glow already beginning to show. She wore a simple pastel kurti, her mehendi-stained hands resting gently on the table, the faint designs hinting at the festivities yet to come.
"Nitya beta, look who finally decided to join us!" her mother teased, her voice carrying warmth more than scolding.
Nitya smiled sheepishly, pulling out a chair beside her sister. "We got caught up chatting, Ma," she said, glancing at Advika and Sara, who quickly exchanged amused looks.
Advika took a seat next to Nitya, folding her dupatta neatly, while Sara settled opposite her, offering Dadi a polite smile.
Dadi chuckled, "It's good you came, girls. This house feels livelier when you're around."
Khushi leaned toward them, eyes sparkling. "I was just telling Dadi about the sangeet plans," she said. "You both better be ready — I'm not letting you escape without dancing."
Advika laughed softly. "Oh, we wouldn't dream of it," she replied, twirling a strand of her hair.
The room filled with laughter again, light and familiar. The clinking of plates, the soft hum of conversation, and the golden light dancing across the dining table made it feel like the calm before a beautiful storm — the kind of evening that would soon give way to wedding songs, joy, and sleepless nights filled with excitement.
The laughter at the table slowly turned into playful chatter as dinner went on. Plates clinked, spoons stirred, and every now and then, Rhea's mother reminded her to eat properly, not just grin at her phone full of wedding messages.
"Four days left, and you're still calm," Nitya said, raising her eyebrows at her sister. "If it were me, I'd be running in circles by now."
Khushi chuckled, "Oh, just wait till you see the chaos tomorrow — decorators, haldi prep, mehendi artists… you'll be begging for a moment of peace."
Advika, who had been quietly smiling, finally spoke, her voice smooth and confident, "Chaos or not, we're making sure your sangeet night is unforgettable." She leaned forward slightly, her silver jhumkas swaying as her eyes sparkled with mischief.
Sara, resting her chin on her palm, grinned. "Unforgettable? With your dance moves, Advika, it'll be legendary."
Nitya laughed out loud, nearly spilling her glass of water. "Oh no, here comes the self-proclaimed dancing queen!"
Advika smirked, pretending to toss her hair dramatically. "Excuse me, I earned that title at Khushi's didi engagement party. Remember who saved the day when the music system failed?"
Khushi clapped her hands together, laughing. "Yes! You danced to no music and still made everyone join in!"
Even Dadi chuckled, shaking her head. "This girl could make a stone statue tap its feet."
Advika's eyes gleamed as she looked at her friends. "Then it's settled. The three of us — Nitya, Sara, and I — are going to rock the dance floor. Right, girls?"
Nitya raised her hand in mock salute. "Captain Advika, reporting for dance duty!"
Sara joined in, eyes twinkling. "Just make sure you don't drag me into one of your dramatic twirls again. My dupatta nearly flew off last time."
Advika laughed, "Oh please, that was the highlight of the night!"
Their laughter filled the dining hall, soft and bright like the flicker of diyas in a calm evening breeze. Even Nitya's father, pretending to read the newspaper again, smiled quietly behind it, his heart warmed by the girls' easy joy.
As the night settled around them, the three friends exchanged excited glances — that unspoken promise that every best friend makes before a big celebration: We're going to make this night ours.
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The Sharma mansion shimmered like a dream that evening — fairy lights hanging from every corner, the scent of roses and sandalwood floating in the air, and laughter spilling through the decorated courtyard. It was the sangeet night, and the whole house buzzed with the energy only a wedding can bring — chaos dressed up in sequins.
Aunties were gossiping near the food counters, uncles were arguing over the sound system, and little cousins were already covered in confetti before the performances had even begun.
Then came the announcement —"Ladies and gentlemen, brace yourselves! Presenting — our dazzling Sharma girls and their glamorous partners-in-crime!"
The lights dimmed. A hush fell.
And then — music.The first beats of "Desi Girl" thumped through the speakers, and from the grand staircase descended Advika, Nitya, and Sara — a vision that could've made even the chandeliers pause.
Advika led the way, wearing a deep emerald green lehenga that shimmered with every move. The mirror work blouse caught the golden lights as she twirled, her loose curls brushing over her shoulders. The delicate silver jhumkas added a perfect desi sparkle. Her confidence radiated — the kind that didn't need music to make heads turn.
Nitya, glowing with pre-wedding excitement, followed in a soft rose-pink lehenga that made her look every bit the elegant younger sister of the bride. Her smile was pure mischief — she knew this performance was going to be talked about for weeks.
Sara strutted beside them in a wine-red saree, her sequined blouse glinting under the lights. Her half-tied bun and sly grin screamed "I'm the cool one".
The crowd went wild as they started dancing — perfectly in sync, yet each adding her own flair. When Sara nailed the hook step, a few of the younger cousins actually screamed, "SARA DIDI SLAYED!"
Even Khushi, the bride-to-be, clapped so hard that her bangles nearly flew off. "That's my team!" she shouted, laughing.
Just then, near the gate, a sleek black car pulled up. Out stepped Aarav Shekhawat — the man everyone in the business world talked about, though few dared to talk to.
He was tall, sharp-featured, and dressed in a black sherwani with a subtle silver pattern. His dark eyes scanned the festive chaos with cool detachment, though his presence alone seemed to command attention. He wasn't a man easily impressed — a successful businessman, a feared name in the underworld, and tonight, an honored guest at the invitation of Anirudh Sharma, who hoped to discuss a little "political understanding" after the festivities.
But the moment his gaze landed on Advika, something in his usually unreadable expression changed.
For a split second, he forgot why he was there.The mission — to get close to Nitya Sharma for his political gain — blurred out of focus.
Because there, in the middle of the stage, was Advika — laughing mid-step, spinning with effortless grace, her hair catching the light like something straight out of a dream.
"Ah, Mr. Shekhawat! You made it!" boomed Anirudh Sharma, spotting him from across the hall and walking over with a politician's practiced smile. "So glad you accepted my invite. Please, have a seat! My daughters are performing — you'll enjoy this."
Aarav managed a polite nod, though his eyes stayed on the stage. "I'm already enjoying the view," he said under his breath.
As the dance went on, Sara leaned toward Advika mid-twirl, whispering between laughs, "Don't freak out, but your Professor of Doom just entered. Front row. Staring. Like, staring staring."
Advika nearly missed her step. "Sara! Don't joke like that—"
But when she looked up and saw him — the sharp eyes, the slight smirk — her heart skipped a beat so hard it almost threw her off rhythm.
"Smooth, Advika," Nitya teased, catching her elbow as she spun. "Planning to make a dance debut or a dramatic fall?"
"Maybe both," Advika muttered, smiling nervously.
The trio ended their performance with a flourish — a final spin, a pose, and the crowd erupted in cheers. The hall filled with clapping, laughter, and someone yelling, "Once more!"
Aarav clapped too — slow, deliberate, amused. There was something dangerous yet fascinated in his gaze.
Sara nudged Advika as they bowed. "Well," she whispered with a grin, "you didn't just steal the spotlight. You probably stole a gangster's heart too."
Advika glared at her, whispering back, "Shut up, Sara." But the pink on her cheeks betrayed her.
Meanwhile, Khushi a came running to hug them all. "You girls were amazing! Though, Advika, that pause of yours — was that planned?"
Advika smirked, glancing briefly at the man still watching her from across the room."Let's just say," she said softly, "the script changed a little."
The applause still echoed when the anchor stepped onto the stage, laughing into the mic."Alright everyone! Now that the Sharma girls have officially stolen the spotlight, it's time for the next event — our Couple Shuffle Dance!"
The crowd cheered. "Rules are simple," the anchor continued. "The music plays, couples dance, and every time the music stops — partners switch! Let's see who can keep up!"
The guests clapped excitedly. Advika groaned. "Great," she muttered, "another excuse for people to step on my feet."
Sara nudged her. "Oh come on! At least try to enjoy—"Before she could finish, a loud cheer rose near the entrance.
The doors opened, and in walked Reyansh Verma, the Bollywood heart-throb himself — and Advika's elder brother. Dressed in an ivory sherwani with gold detailing, his easy charm lit up the entire hall. Cameras flashed, cousins squealed, and even the DJ forgot to press play for a moment.
"Reyansh bhai!" Nitya called out, waving excitedly.
He grinned, pulling her into a warm hug. "Missed me, kiddo? Couldn't miss my best friend's sangeet, could I?"
Nitya blushed slightly, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. "You're fashionably late as usual."
He winked. "What can I say? Stardom has its timing."
Advika caught the way Nitya's eyes lingered a little too long and whispered to Sara, "Oh-ho, someone's got a crush again."
Sara grinned. "And this time, your brother's actually noticing."
Before Advika could tease more, a familiar voice behind her said smoothly,"Miss Advika Verma. I didn't expect to see you outside a classroom, without a debate breaking out."
Advika froze for a second. Then she turned, meeting the cool gaze of Aarav Shekhawat.He stood there — hands in his pockets, exuding effortless confidence.
"Professor Shekhawat," she said with a sweet but sarcastic smile. "Didn't expect you here either. Got lost looking for the principal's office?"
Aarav smirked. "Your father invited me. I don't usually attend family events where my students perform Bollywood item numbers, but I suppose there's a first for everything."
"It wasn't an item number," she replied. "It was cultural expression."
He tilted his head slightly. "Ah, and what culture is that? The one where you spin, glare, and make everyone forget their purpose?"
Her breath caught, but she quickly rolled her eyes. "You're impossible, sir."
"Yet here you are, still talking to me," he said quietly.
Before she could reply, the anchor shouted, "Couple Shuffle begins in 3… 2… 1!"
The first notes of "Tum Se Hi" filled the hall.
Reyansh immediately held out a hand to Nitya. "Shall we?"
Her heart nearly stopped. "Me?" she asked softly.
"Of course," he said, smiling that effortless movie-star smile. "Unless you plan to run away."
She giggled nervously and took his hand, trying to ignore how her pulse raced.
Sara cheered, "Go, Nitya! Don't faint mid-twirl!"
And then, unexpectedly, Aarav extended his hand toward Advika."Would you care to dance, Miss Verma?" he asked with a polite smirk.
Advika blinked. "You do realize this is wildly inappropriate, right? Professor and student dancing together?"
"Relax," he said smoothly. "It's just a shuffle dance. I promise not to mark your rhythm on a grade sheet."
She smirked back. "Good. Because I'd give you a D-minus for charm."
The music began, and couples swayed under the soft lights.Reyansh twirled Nitya gracefully, his hand at her waist, eyes warm. She tried to keep calm, but her smile gave her away completely.
Across the floor, Aarav and Advika danced — poised but with that electric edge. His hand barely touched her waist, yet the air between them sizzled.
"You're surprisingly not bad at this," she said.
"Likewise," he replied, his voice low. "Though I'm still trying to decide if you're leading or following."
"I don't follow anyone," she shot back.
"That," he murmured, "I already know."
The music paused — partners switched.
Now Aarav found himself with Nitya, while Reyansh danced with Advika.
Reyansh chuckled. "So, little sis, that's your professor? The one you keep calling Professor Doom?"
Advika groaned. "Please, don't start, bhai."
Meanwhile, Nitya, nervous but thrilled, smiled up at Aarav. "You know my friend Advika from college?"
Aarav nodded politely. "Yes. She's… unforgettable."
The song changed again, and partners switched once more — Reyansh and Nitya reunited, this time both smiling too wide to hide their feelings.
Reyansh leaned close as the song softened. "You're glowing, Nitya."
She blushed, whispering, "Must be the lights."
He chuckled softly. "Sure. The lights."
Across the hall, fate spun Advika right back into Aarav's arms.
Their eyes met again — closer this time, unguarded.
He leaned in slightly, voice calm but teasing."Careful, Miss Verma. Keep looking at me like that, and people might think you actually like me."
She smirked. "Relax, Professor. I just like watching my enemies try to keep up."
"Then I'll make sure not to fall behind," he replied, eyes glinting.
The song ended with a burst of applause and laughter. Couples clapped, aunties giggled, and someone yelled, "One more round!"
Sara teased, "Advika! You and Professor Shekhawat looked very academic out there — was that dance or a debate in disguise?"
Advika laughed, brushing it off, but her heart was still racing.From across the crowd, Aarav caught her eye one last time — that same unreadable, dangerous smile tugging at his lips — before turning away.
And for the first time, Advika realized that no matter how much they argued, Aarav Shekhawat was the one man who could unnerve her without saying a word.