Wedding Day — Sharma Mansion in Chaos
The Sharma mansion was a riot of colors — reds, golds, and oranges everywhere. Marigolds hung like curtains, the air smelled of incense and fresh flowers, and the sound of shehnai set the mood for a perfect Indian wedding.
Advika looked stunning in a deep red and gold lehenga, her hair pinned in soft waves, gold jhumkas swaying with every step. She carried herself like a queen, though a certain Professor Aarav Shekhawat standing nearby made her stomach twist.
He was impossibly handsome, in a cream sherwani with navy embroidery, his gaze sharp yet teasing as he observed her.
Advika muttered under her breath, "Why does he always have to look like he walked out of a magazine?"
Sara, beside her in a peach lehenga, nudged her. "Oh come on, Advika, at least admit he's hot. Don't act like your heart isn't racing."
"Shut up, Sara," Advika snapped, though her cheeks warmed slightly.
Meanwhile, Nitya appeared in a bright fuchsia lehenga that complimented her glowing skin. Her mehndi was still fresh, and her hair was half up, half down. She froze the moment she saw Reyansh approaching — dressed in a navy sherwani with gold accents, looking effortlessly gorgeous.
He smiled softly at her. "Nitya," he said, voice low, almost intimate. "You look… wow."
Her heart skipped a beat. "You… uh… you look amazing too, Reyansh."
He reached for her hand — just brushing her fingers against his — and Nitya felt a shock of electricity. "Careful," she whispered, "people are watching."
"Then let them," he said, tugging her just slightly closer. "I only care about this view."
Nitya swallowed hard, her face heating up as Reyansh's eyes held hers for a heartbeat too long. Sara, noticing from the side, whispered to Advika, "Uh-oh… someone's melting faster than the wedding sweets."
Advika rolled her eyes, but her own gaze flicked to Aarav, who was now watching her with a faint smirk.
"You know," he said, stepping closer, "you really shouldn't wear red. It's distracting. For everyone."
Advika froze, trying not to laugh or melt under his intense gaze. "And here I thought I was supposed to distract students, not professors."
He arched an eyebrow. "Lucky for you, I'm not your student right now."
Sara snickered in the background. "Ohhh, the tension!"
Just then, the anchor announced the couple dance segment — the one where partners keep changing. Music started, and the courtyard turned into a whirlwind of dancing, laughter, and playful chaos.
Advika ended up dancing with Aarav for a few steps, their movements almost perfectly in sync. He leaned in slightly, and she felt the heat of his presence.
Across the floor, Nitya and Reyansh danced together, sometimes close, sometimes cheek-to-cheek. One
twirl had Nitya spinning into his arms, her heart racing. Reyansh whispered softly, "I think you're making me forget everyone else here."
Nitya's cheeks flushed. "Stop… or people will think…"
"I don't care what people think," he murmured, holding her slightly closer, his lips brushing her hair.
Sara, meanwhile, got paired with a cousin, laughing hysterically as she tried to keep up. "This is chaos!" she yelled.
Khushi, sitting nearby with her mother, shook her head. "Sharma weddings: where everyone's dancing AND falling in love at the same time."
Advika tried to maintain her composure, but Aarav leaned just close enough to whisper, "Careful, Miss Verma. I might deduct marks for flirting on the dance floor."
"Professor!" she gasped, half laughing, half glaring. "We are not in college!"
"Noted," he said, voice low, his smile dangerous and charming.
The music swelled, the guests cheered, and amidst the grand chaos:
Advika and Aarav had their playful tension, sparks flying with every glance.
Nitya and Reyansh's dance was intimate, flirty, and a little hot, their hands lingering just a beat too long.
Sara was having the time of her life, laughing at everyone else's awkwardness.
By the end, everyone was panting, laughing, and covered in a swirl of flower petals, laughter, and glittering lehengas. The wedding had officially begun — and so had the complicated, teasing, romantic chaos that would define the rest of the story.