Author Pov
Ayesha was in her element, completely lost in the rhythm of the song "Sawan Mein Lag Gayi Aag." She spun around, her dupatta flowing behind her like a whirlwind
Ayesha: (in a drunken state, singing along with the song) "Aisa kisne pilaya, jo deewani bann gayi... Jaane kuch toh milaya, jo kahani bann gayi."
She was blissfully unaware of the gaze, lingering on her with a mixture of admiration and fascination. The person couldn't help but be mesmerized by her graceful movements and infectious energy, lost in the moment as the music and her presence enveloped him entirely.
Ayesha starts dancing, swaying to the music, her movements unsteady but filled with joy. She twirls around, her dupatta trailing behind her, and then she playfully tucks it into her mouth, giggling uncontrollably.
Adding an extra touch of drama to her already wild dance moves.
Beside her, Shristi watched with a mixture of embarrassment and growing concern. She knew Ayesha's spontaneous energy was infectious, but in this setting - crashing a wedding - it was a risky move. Shristi's eyes darted around nervously, scanning the room for any signs of suspicion from the wedding guests or, worse, the bride and groom.
As Ayesha continued to dance with abandon, Shristi's heart pounded in her chest. What if someone recognized them? What if they were asked to leave or, even worse, confronted by angry family members? The thought sent shivers down Shristi's spine, and she subtly tried to catch Ayesha's attention, signaling for her to tone down the theatrics.
But Ayesha was too engrossed in the moment to notice Shristi's silent pleas. She twirled and swayed, lost in the music and the joy of the impromptu dance party they had crashed. Shristi bit her lip, torn between wanting to join in the fun and the fear of getting caught.
With each passing moment, Shristi's worry grew. She knew they were pushing their luck, and the longer they stayed, the greater the risk of being discovered. She cast another anxious glance around the room, praying for a stroke of luck or a distraction to divert attention away from their antics.
But as the music reached its crescendo and Ayesha's dance reached its peak, Shristi couldn't shake the feeling of impending doom. They were living on the edge, and any moment now, their daring escapade could come crashing down.
As soon as Shristi got the chance, she quickly pulled Ayesha towards her and led her outside, guiding her to the car. Once inside, Shristi took the driver's seat and began driving towards Ayesha's home.
Time Skip At Ayesha's House
Ayesha shouted in her drunken state "Sawan me lag gye aagg!" Her voice filled with joy.
Shristi whispered, trying to calm her down as they slipped inside the house through the back door, "Shhh, chup kr ja, meri maa kya kr rhe hai." Her tone was gentle yet urgent, tinged with concern.
Ayesha, mimicking Shristi, put her fingers on her lips and whispered, "Shhh," a playful sparkle in her eyes despite her inebriated state.
Once inside Ayesha's room, Shristi gently guided her onto the bed, helping her to lie down. Carefully, she removed Ayesha's sandals and jewelry, setting them aside. Sensing the need for comfort, Shristi changed into something more relaxed herself before slipping under the covers beside Ayesha, who had already drifted off to sleep. The room filled with a sense of quiet companionship as they both settled in for the night.
Author Pov Ended
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