You Own My Heart ( Completed )

Recap: The guest arrive at ball room of ARC Hotels for the party

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Aryan had his gaze fixed on the grand doors of the ballroom, his heart pounding in anticipation. He stood frozen, waiting for the moment he'd been dreaming about. And then, there she was.

Sanju stepped in, walking slowly beside Ranjith. She paused at the entrance, her eyes scanning the crowd until they landed on him. Aryan couldn't move. His breath caught. Time stilled.

Sanju wore a peach Burmese lotus silk ball gown, uniquely designed with delicate golden flower stitches. The bodice above her waist was crafted from rare vicuña fabric, adorned with embedded gold stones that shimmered under the chandelier light. The bottom flared with vicuña frills, matching the upper part seamlessly, making her look like she had walked out of a royal portrait.

Her hair fell in loose curls, a diamond brooch twinkling through the strands. A diamond-and-ruby choker graced her neck, with matching danglers brushing her cheeks and a bracelet wrapping around her wrist. Her eyes, rimmed perfectly with kohl, radiated a magnetic pull that tugged at Aryan's soul.

She wasn't just stunning, she was otherworldly. An angel. A goddess. The entire ballroom seemed to hold its breath. Guests were gawking in admiration... all except Darsha, whose face darkened with envy.

Aryan's feet moved on their own, drawn to her like a magnet. Sanju's gaze never left him. She walked toward him too, step by step, mirroring his trance-like pace. The rest of the world disappeared until a loud, familiar voice broke the spell.

" Pavithra, look how stunning my sister is!" Naren said his eyes fixed on Sanju.

Pavithra laughed. "That you don't need to say. My friend is a stunning beauty. Sanju, you are breathtakingly gorgeous!"

"Pavi, please stop," Sanju said, blushing.

Pavithra moved closer, leaned in, and whispered into her ear, "Fine, but have some mercy on your man. Poor fellow doesn't seem to be stable looking at your beauty. I think you should check if he's still breathing."

Sanju giggled and turned to Aryan, raising her brows in a silent, teasing question: 'How do I look?'

Aryan exhaled deeply, rubbed the back of his neck, and gave her a cheeky wink.

Pavithra cleared her throat, chuckling, and walked with Sanju to their table.

"Aryan!" Naren called out, his voice cutting through Aryan's dazed trance.

Aryan blinked, still fixated on Sanju. "Tell me, man," he said absentmindedly.

Naren grinned. "Clean your mouth, bro."

Aryan frowned, confused. "What?"

"You're drooling," Naren teased, wiggling his brows.

"Shut up, idiot," Aryan muttered, finally snapping out of it as he gave Naren a playful shove on the shoulder, both of them chuckling.

Soon after, Aryan and Ranjith walked up to the podium. The hall quieted as Aryan took the mic, his voice firm and full of pride.

"Hello, ladies and gentlemen. It gives me immense pleasure to welcome you all to this celebration. ARC has seen tremendous success in recent years. Our newly launched cosmetic line has become an instant hit, topping the market charts upon release."

He paused as applause broke out before continuing.

"Our construction division has reached another milestone by successfully completing the nation's largest government infrastructure project—building administrative complexes across the country. It's been a monumental achievement for us."