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At the center of the marble-floored hall, Rivaan stood, snapping his fingers rhythmically, his intense gaze fixed solely on her. Each snap echoed like a heartbeat in the vast hall. Vanya, dressed in a soft crimson lehenga that clung to her every curve, caught his cue and smiled mischievously. She picked up the melody he had left hanging, her voice feather-light, singing, "I wanted to tell you what is in my heart," the words tumbling from her lips like silk.
Rivaan’s smirk deepened, and without missing a beat, he mirrored her, snapping his fingers again, daring her to keep up.
Their private little battle played out in the middle of the cheering crowd.
Everyone else faded into a blur it was just them. Rivaan. Vanya. And the unspoken confession dancing between their breaths.
