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Third PERSON POV

The Mehndi function was in full swing. The boys sat together near Rudransh, while the girls gathered around Shruti. The Henna artist had just begun her work when Yashi suddenly took the mic, and Samriddhi and Riddhima picked up the dholak.

As the beats filled the air, Yashi's voice rang out-

"Ho teri hathha witch mehendi ka rang khila hain,
Tujhe sapano da changa mehboob mila hain..."

Samriddhi and Riddhima joined in, their voices blending beautifully with the rhythm of the dholak.

"Meri banno pyaari pyaari, sari duniya se nyaari,
Ise doli mein tu leja doliyaan, doliyaan..."

The energy in the room was electric. The guests clapped along, and laughter echoed in the air.

Just then, Adarsh grabbed another mic and shouted, "ARE YOU GUYS READY TO ROCK THE STAGE?"

"YESSS!" came the collective cheer, the excitement reaching its peak.

As the music began to play, the stage came alive with the graceful sway of an all-girls performance, their movements weaving magic in the air.

From the side, Manan whistled, grinning. "Waahh, baby waah!" he praised, thoroughly enjoying the performance.

Shrish, who was sitting beside him, nudged him and pointed at a girl. "Voh Riddhima ke bagal mein kaun si ladki hai?" he asked curiously.

Manan smirked. "Voh... voh Samriddhi hai."

Shrish let out a dreamy sigh, whispering, "Hayee..."

Manan raised an eyebrow. "Kuch bola?"

Shrish immediately straightened. "Nahi toh."

Meanwhile, Adarsh's gaze was fixed on Yashi, completely captivated.

Aashvi, clapping her hands in excitement, squealed, "Wowww Mumma! Wowww Maasi!" her eyes sparkling with joy as she watched Yashi and all her Masi maa perform.

The atmosphere was lively, with everyone cheering and enjoying themselves.

Feeling a little tired, Yashi stepped away to get some water. As she lifted the glass to her lips, she suddenly felt a warm hand wrap around her waist. A shiver ran down her spine as she felt Adarsh's breath against her neck.

"Humare saath nahi dance karegi aap?" he murmured huskily.

Yashi's eyes widened, and she pouted. "A-Adarsh... hum bahar hain... koi dekh lega."

Adarsh smirked, tightening his hold. "Nahi dekhega... aur dek bhi liya toh kya? Main toh apni patni se hi pyaar kar raha hoon... we are still together," he whispered before pressing a soft kiss to her earlobe.

A deep blush spread across Yashi's cheeks. "Aacha, aacha, bohot ho gaya! Ab hato!" she huffed, pushing him away gently.

Before Adarsh could respond, the sound of a car horn interrupted them.

He turned towards the entrance. "Lag raha hai Maa aa gayi."

Just that one word...‘Maa’...was enough to freeze her world, stirring emotions she had long buried beneath the surface

Taking Yashi's hand, he led her outside, where his mother was stepping out of the car. As soon as he saw her, he let go of Yashi's hand and rushed forward.

"Maa!" he called, embracing her tightly.

His mother, Vasundhra Devi, held his face, her eyes filled with motherly concern. "Kaisa hai tu? Haye, kitna patla ho gaya hai! Kuch khata peeta nahi hai kya?" she scolded, tugging at his ear.