The next day, a palpable buzz filled the air – Freshers Party day! In her room, Vanshika was a vision. She was already beautifully draped in the sapphire blue saree, its rich hue shimmering with every movement. Her earrings, perfectly matching the saree's deep tone, sparkled subtly. She slipped on her high heels, adding a confident lift to her posture. She hadn't applied any makeup yet, but her natural look, radiant and fresh, was captivating on its own. She looked at her reflection in the mirror one last time, a small, contented smile playing on her lips, before gathering her small clutch and heading towards Ishana's room.
When she pushed open Ishana's door, she was greeted by a familiar sight of friendly chaos. Her best friend, Ishana, was in a comical struggle with yards of fabric, clearly losing the battle with her saree. Ishana's mother, Amrita Aunty, was patiently trying her best to drape the saree perfectly, but it seemed to have a mind of its own.
"Shukra hai bhagwan ka, Vanshika!" Amrita Aunty exclaimed with relief, spotting her at the doorway. "You're a lifesaver! I'm already late for the hospital."
Amrita's eyes then widened, taking in Vanshika's elegant appearance. "Hayee...meri bacchi kitni Sundar lag rahi hai, kisi ki Nazar na Lage!" She quickly dabbed a bit of kajal from her own eye and gently touched it behind Vanshika's ear. "Ab meri bacchi Zara apna jadoo dikha aur isko taiyaar kar de!!"
"Ha aunty aap pareshan mat ho,aur aap jao aapko late ho raha hai na!" Vanshika assured her, a smile playing on her lips as Amrita hurried out.
Vanshika walked over to a flustered Ishana. "Lost a fight with a six-yard wonder, have we?" she teased, picking up a loose pleat.
Ishana groaned. "Vanshika, it's a disaster! This thing has a personal vendetta against me. I swear it gets longer every time I try to pin it."
"Relax, drama queen," Vanshika chuckled, expertly taking over. Her fingers moved with practiced ease, smoothing out wrinkles and tucking in folds. "You just need to speak its language. Besides, what's a Freshers party without a last-minute saree crisis, right?"
"Oh, thank the heavens for you," Ishana sighed in relief as the saree slowly began to take shape. "You always make it look so effortless. And seriously, you look incredible! That blue is just… wow."
"Thanks," Vanshika grinned, giving a final pat to a perfectly draped pleat. "And speaking of 'wow'..."
After a few more minutes, Ishana stood transformed, beautifully draped in her vibrant red saree. The black elements she had chosen earlier with Abhiman added a striking contrast, making her look both lively and sophisticated.
"There! Perfection!" Vanshika declared, stepping back.
Ishana twirled, admiring herself. "Oh, my god, Vanshika! You're a wizard! I actually look… amazing!" She then turned to her best friend, eyes shining. "And you, my friend, are giving me serious competition! That blue on you is just chefs kiss."
"Says the one who now looks like she stepped straight off a fashion magazine cover," Vanshika retorted playfully. "Red hot, literally!"
The two friends shared a laugh, feeling confident and excited. They took one last glance in the mirror, then, linking arms, headed downstairs.
As they reached the living room, they found Vihaan waiting for them, leaning casually against the doorframe. He looked undeniably stunning in his beige suit, its sophisticated hue highlighting his composed demeanor.
Vihaan pushed off the frame, a smirk playing on his lips. "Well, well, look what the cat dragged in! Finally decided to grace us with your presence, have we? I was beginning to think I'd have to send out a search party!" he teased, his eyes twinkling.
Ishana immediately shot back, "Oh, hush, Vihaan! True art takes time, unlike your 'throw on a suit and go' routine!"
Vanshika, amused, chimed in, "Exactly! Besides, you should be thanking us for not making you late too late."
Vihaan just shook his head, still smiling. "Alright, alright, truce. But in all seriousness," his gaze swept over them, a genuine warmth replacing the teasing, "you both look absolutely incredible. Seriously, stunning."
Ishana puffed out her chest playfully. "We know!"
Vanshika playfully nudged her. "Don't get too big for your boots, Ishana!" She smiled at Vihaan. "Thanks, Vihaan. You clean up pretty well yourself, Mr. Beige Suit."
Vihaan bowed dramatically. "The pleasure is all mine, ladies."
With a final round of laughter and lighthearted banter, the trio headed out, the excitement of the Freshers party, and the anticipation of seeing their other friends, driving them towards their destination.
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Meanwhile, across town, Raghav was putting the final touches on his own Freshers party ensemble. He stood before his mirror, a striking figure in the classic black suit Vanshika had helped him choose. The fabric settled perfectly, accentuating his broad shoulders. He fastened his branded watch, the glint of metal a sleek contrast against the dark cuff. With one last, confident glance at his reflection, he headed downstairs.
As he reached the ground floor, he was met with a delightful surprise. His entire extended family seemed to have converged in the living room, a lively hub of conversation. Abhiman's family was also present: Shikhar Bharadwaj and Meenakshi Sikhar Bharadwaj, Abhiman's grandparents , were engrossed in conversation with Raghav's grandparents, Madhav and Ragini. Abhiman's parents, Virendra Bharadwaj and Pratha Virendra Bharadwaj, chatted animatedly with Raghav's parents, Rajeev and Parvati, along with his uncle and aunt, Sanjeev and Sanjana.
His siblings, Shaurya, Aditya, and Darsh, were huddled together, deep in conversation with Sidharth Bhardwaj, Abhiman's younger brother. And in a quiet corner, Sakshi, Raghav's only sister, was sharing hushed giggles with Preeti Bharadwaj, Abhiman's only sister.
The room was filled with warm chatter and laughter. Amidst the family gathering, Abhiman stood out, looking exceptionally sharp in his white suit. He was thoroughly enjoying himself, teasing Navya, who, draped elegantly in her maroon saree, was radiating quiet beauty.
When Raghav entered the room, all eyes turned to him. "There he is! Our man of the hour!" Sanjeev Chacha boomed, making everyone chuckle.
His siblings immediately pounced. "Look at Mr. Serious, all suited up!" Shaurya teased.
"Who are you trying to impress, Bhai?" Aditya added, nudging Darsh, who dissolved into giggles.
Raghav rolled his eyes good-naturedly. "Very funny, you three. Don't you have anything better to do than annoy your elder brother?"
The elders, however, simply smiled, their faces alight with admiration for their children. "You all look so handsome, and the girls are absolutely radiant," Ragini Dadi complimented, beaming.
Raghav then turned to his parents. "Aap log bhi kahi bahar ja rahe ho kya?? There's quite a gathering here."
It was Shikhar Bharadwaj who answered, a twinkle in his eye. "Ab tum bacche apne freshers party ke liye ja rahe ho aur waha enjoy karoge, but humare baccho ka kya toh isliye humne decide kar liya ki hum bhi apne baccho ke saath bahar jayenge!!"
Raghav chuckled, a genuine smile spreading across his face. "Sahi hai accha idea hai!" He then turned towards his friends, who were still busy in their own world of teasing.
"Alright, you two!" Raghav called out, catching Abhiman, Navya. "Time to go, before our parents start planning our entire lives out!"
Abhiman laughed. "Good call! This family gathering was starting to feel suspiciously like an interrogation."
Navya playfully swatted Abhiman's arm. "Oh, stop being dramatic! It's sweet they all came."
With final waves and promises to be back at a reasonable hour (which they all knew was unlikely), the trio said their goodbyes to their families. "Bye everyone! Have fun!" Raghav called out.
"You too! Enjoy your party!" came the chorus of replies.
The three friends then headed out, a fresh wave of excitement washing over them as they set off towards their Freshers party destination.
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The grand ballroom of the hotel shimmered under the soft glow of fairy lights. Raghav, Abhiman, and Navya had arrived, taking in the exquisite decorations. Chandeliers sparkled overhead, casting intricate patterns on the polished floor, and the air hummed with anticipation. They found a quiet spot near the entrance, patiently waiting, occasionally commenting on the elegant setup.
After a few minutes, the doors opened again, and in walked the second trio: Vanshika, Ishana, and Vihaan.
The moment Raghav's eyes landed on Vanshika, the world seemed to tilt on its axis. Draped in the sapphire blue saree, she was breathtaking. The rich fabric clung to her curves gracefully, making her seem to float. Her hair, styled in soft waves, caught the light, and even without heavy makeup, her eyes held a captivating sparkle. He found himself utterly mesmerized, a warmth spreading through his chest that had nothing to do with the ballroom's temperature. Every detail, from the delicate silver border of her saree to the confident way she carried herself, pulled him in. It was as if she was the only person in the entire room, and he couldn't tear his gaze away.
A few steps behind her, Ishana emerged, radiant in her red saree. Abhiman's breath hitched. The black accents of her saree, which he had chosen, looked stunning against the vibrant red, highlighting her vivacious personality. Her laughter, clear and bright even from a distance, reached him, and he felt a pull towards her. Her lively eyes, her confident stride—she was a vision of captivating energy, and he was completely engrossed in admiring her.
Both boys were so lost in their admiration that Navya had to physically nudge them. "Earth to Raghav! Abhiman! Hello?" she whispered, a teasing smirk on her face. "Are we going to stand here all night or are we going to greet our friends?"
The two boys blinked, shaking their heads slightly as if surfacing from deep water, a faint flush on their cheeks.
As the second trio approached, Vanshika's gaze instinctively found Raghav. Dressed in the black suit she had picked, he looked incredibly handsome. The suit fit him perfectly, emphasizing his strong build, and the pristine white shirt made his skin look tanned. There was a subtle power in his posture, a quiet confidence that drew her in. His eyes, though slightly dazed from staring, held a depth that made her heart flutter. She felt a similar jolt, a silent acknowledgment of how strikingly good he looked.
Likewise, Ishana's eyes met Abhiman's. In his white suit, he exuded an understated sophistication that perfectly complemented her own bold choice. He looked incredibly smart, and a wave of warmth washed over her, a quiet satisfaction that her suggestion had made him look so dashing.
They were all momentarily caught in their own little worlds of admiration until Navya's voice, ever the practical one, cut through the moment. "Well, hello there, you slowpokes! Took you long enough to get here!"
Vanshika and Ishana snapped back to reality, a slight blush on their faces.
"Hume kuch mat bol!" Ishana retorted, stepping forward. "Koi *cough..* Vihaan *cough*...apne baal banane Mai busy tha ek ghante se!"
Vihaan rolled his eyes good-naturedly. "It's called looking presentable, Ishana. Something you two only achieve with divine intervention and Vanshika's expert draping skills!"
"Oh, as if you don't take ages yourself, Mr. Beige Suit!" Navya shot back, joining the playful banter. "You practically ironed your eyelashes this morning!"
Raghav, finally finding his voice, a playful smirk replacing his awestruck expression, turned to Vanshika and Ishana. "Alright, ladies, enough with the dramatics. But seriously," his gaze lingered on Vanshika for an extra second, "you both look... incredible. That blue, Vanshika, it's exactly what I pictured."
Vanshika smiled, a genuine warmth spreading through her. "And that black suit, Raghav, it definitely has more impact than the grey. Good choice... on your part," she teased, subtly crediting herself.
Abhiman stepped forward, his eyes fixed on Ishana. "And Ishana, that red. I knew black would make it pop. You look stunning."
"You don't look too bad yourself, Mr. Fashion Critic," Ishana replied, a playful glint in her eyes. "That white suit is quite fetching."
Vihaan, catching Navya's eye, winked. "And Navya, you're absolutely rocking that maroon. I told you it had quiet strength."
"And you, Vihaan," Navya grinned, "are pulling off that beige like a true gentleman. See? We clean up nicely too!"
After a moment of shared compliments and laughter, Raghav gestured towards the entrance. "Alright, enough admiring ourselves. Let's get this party started!"
"Finally!" Ishana cheered.
The six friends stepped into the main hall, the buzz of the Freshers party immediately enveloping them. They found a large, round table near the front and settled into seats, naturally pairing off: Raghav next to Vanshika, Abhiman beside Ishana, and Vihaan opposite Navya.
The initial excitement, however, quickly deflated as the university management began their "welcome" speeches. One by one, faculty members and dignitaries took to the stage, delivering lengthy addresses filled with platitudes about new beginnings and academic excellence. A collective sigh rippled through the student body. The friends exchanged bored glances, stifling yawns and secretly checking their phones under the table.
"Ye log ab apna muh bandh rakhenge ya nahi?" Ishana whispered dramatically to Abhiman, resting her chin in her palm. "Mere kaano se khoon nikal raha hai ye 'bright future' ke baare mai sun sun ke."
Abhiman chuckled softly. "Kuch der aur, I hope. My eyes are glazing over."
Raghav leaned closer to Vanshika. "This is brutal. I think I just heard the Dean repeat the same point for the third time."
Vanshika giggled, covering her mouth. "Shush! Someone might hear you. But seriously, I'm already calculating how many more hours of this I can endure."
What felt like an eternity later, the speeches finally, mercifully, ended. The stage lights brightened, and a collective cheer erupted from the students. The "programme" had officially begun!
A few energetic dance performances followed, breaking the monotony and getting the crowd hyped. The atmosphere in the hall shifted from polite boredom to lively anticipation.
Then, the host announced, "Next up, we have a captivating classical dance performance by none other than Vanshika Sharma!"
Vanshika's eyes widened slightly at the announcement, a mix of nerves and excitement fluttering through her. She gave her friends a quick, reassuring smile and stood, gracefully making her way towards the stage.
As she reached the side of the stage, the main lights in the hall began to dim, casting the room in a soft, expectant twilight. A single spotlight illuminated the center of the stage. Raghav leaned forward in his seat, his gaze fixed on the spot where Vanshika stood. A nervous flutter went through him, an odd mixture of pride and anticipation. He waited, his breath held, as the music slowly began to swell, signaling the start of her performance.
The stage plunged into a soft, ethereal glow, and the first haunting notes of "O re Piya" began to fill the hall. A collective hush fell over the audience, but for Raghav, the entire world narrowed to a single point: Vanshika.
O re piya haye
Ore piya
O re piya haye
Ore piya
Ore piya haye
Ore piya
Udne laga kyon man laawla re
Aaya kahan se yeh hosla re
Ore piya
O re piya haye
She emerged into the spotlight, no longer just the familiar Vanshika, but a vision of captivating artistry. Draped in the sapphire blue saree, she moved with an exquisite blend of raw emotion and disciplined grace. Her initial steps were slow, deliberate, each footfall a soft tap of her feets on the stage, creating a gentle rhythm.
Tanabana tanabana bunti hawaa haaye
bunti hawa
Boondein bhi to aaye nahi
baaz yahan
Sagish mein shaamil sara jahan hai
Har zare zare ki yeh iltiza hai
Ore Piya
O re Piya haye
O re piya haye
Ore Piya
ni re, re re ga
Ga ga ma
pa ma ga re sa
sa re re sa
Ma ga re
ma ma ga
pa pa ma
dha dha pa
ni ni sa sa pa
pa sa ma pa dha ni sa ni
re ni sa sa sa
Her hands, adorned with delicate jewelry, began to tell a story through intricate mudras – palms gently unfolding like lotus petals, fingers tracing unseen paths of longing and devotion.
Nazrein bolen duniya bole
dil ki zaban haaye dil ki zubaan
Ishq maange ishq chahe
koi toofan
Chalna ahiste ishq naya hai
Pehla yeh vada humne kiya hai
Ore piya haye
Ore piya haye
Ore piya
The vocals echoed, and Vanshika’s posture shifted, her spine lengthening, her chin lifting with a newfound boldness. Her body became a fluid poem, transitioning from soft, undulating 'lachaks' (gentle swaying movements) that conveyed surrender, to sharp, precise 'thaats' (stylized poses) that exuded power. She began a series of chakkars (spins), starting with controlled, graceful rotations that saw her saree billow around her like a midnight ocean. Then, the spins accelerated, a whirlwind of sapphire and silver, yet her central axis remained perfectly still, her eyes holding a fixed point, drawing Raghav's gaze deeper into her performance. He watched, utterly mesmerized, as the blue fabric created a breathtaking kaleidoscope of motion around her.
Piya
yehhh piya
Nange paire pe angaro
chalti rahi haaye chalti rahi
Lagta hai ke gaire mein
Palti rahi haaye
le chal wahan jo
Mulk tera hai
Jahil zamana
dushman mera hai
As the lyrics flowed, Vanshika's movements intensified, incorporating rapid, intricate 'tatkar' (footwork). Her feet, seemingly independent, tapped out complex rhythmic patterns, each tap a perfectly articulated note. Raghav found himself leaning forward, completely engrossed. He saw the subtle play of emotions on her face – the 'abhinaya' was enthralling: a shy, almost demure smile, a flicker of profound sorrow, then a sudden, fiery determination in her eyes. It wasn't just a dance; it was a deeply felt narrative, and he could feel every emotion she portrayed. He was absolutely stunned, not just by her beauty, but by the sheer skill and passion she poured into every graceful 'paltas' (turns of the head and body) and every expressive hand gesture. He had never seen her like this, so completely consumed by something, so utterly magnificent.
Ore piya haye
Ore piya haye
Ore piya haye
Ore piya haye
O re piya haye
Ore piya
Ore piya
Ore piya
The climax of the song saw Vanshika's movements reach a crescendo of passionate power. Her spins became a dizzying blur, her footwork a rapid-fire drum roll, culminating in powerful, almost sculptural final poses that conveyed both fierce love and complete surrender. She held her final position for a timeless moment, illuminated by the single spotlight, her expression a mix of vulnerability and triumph.
The hall erupted in thunderous applause. Students, initially bored by the speeches, were now on their feet, cheering wildly. Raghav, too, stood, clapping harder than anyone, his eyes still glued to Vanshika as she slowly lowered her arms, a humble, radiant smile gracing her lips. He felt a rush of something profound – an overwhelming sense of awe and a powerful, almost aching, admiration. He wanted nothing more than to walk up to her, right then, and tell her that she was nothing short of extraordinary.
The thunderous applause slowly began to subside as Vanshika took a graceful bow, her chest heaving slightly from the exertion and emotion. The spotlight dimmed, and the hall lights gradually came back up. As she turned to walk off stage, all eyes were on her. Along her path, rows of students gazed in admiration. Many boys looked at her with genuine respect for her talent, a few with undisguised awe, and some, unfortunately, with a lingering, unsettling lust. Among the girls, a handful cast glances of pure jealousy, their smiles strained, while others watched her with sincere admiration, impressed by her poise and skill.
Vanshika, accustomed to a certain level of attention, navigated the gazes with practiced ease, her focus set on her friends. When she finally reached their table, Ishana, Navya, and Vihaan immediately erupted in a chorus of compliments.
"Vanshika, you were absolutely incredible!" Ishana practically shrieked, pulling her into a tight hug. "Seriously, I got goosebumps! You owned that stage!"
"Beyond stunning, Vanshii!" Navya chimed in, her eyes wide. "That blue saree was literally made for you on that stage. You looked like a goddess!"
Vihaan gave her a thumbs-up. "Seriously, Vanshika, that was phenomenal. Never knew you had that in you!"
Raghav stood silently beside them, a quiet intensity in his eyes, waiting for his moment to speak. He watched as she absorbed their praises, a faint blush on her cheeks. When her gaze finally met his, his composure faltered for a bare second.
"Vanshika," he began, his voice a little softer than usual, "that was... breathtaking. Truly. I've never seen anything quite like it. You were absolutely captivating." The sincerity in his tone, the depth of his gaze, made her heart skip. He wasn't just complimenting her; he was genuinely moved.
Vanshika smiled, a genuine, unforced smile just for him. "Thank you, Raghav," she said softly, feeling a warmth spread through her. "That means a lot."
Just then, the host's voice boomed over the speakers. "And now, get ready for another incredible performance! Please welcome Ishana Joshi to the stage!"
Ishana gasped, a mix of excitement and nerves flashing across her face. "Oh my god, that's me!"
"Go, Ishana, go!" Navya cheered, giving her a gentle push.
"You've got this!" Vihaan encouraged.
Vanshika, suddenly energized, let out a loud, enthusiastic whistle. "Woohoo! Go, Ishana! Show them how it's done!"
Raghav chuckled beside her, shaking his head with an amused smile. "You know, for someone so elegant on stage, you're quite the boisterous cheerleader," he teased, finding her childlike enthusiasm endearing.
Vanshika grinned, her eyes sparkling. "Hey, my best friend is about to rock the stage! What do you expect? Besides, it takes talent to whistle like that, you know!" She punctuated her words with another sharp, ear-piercing whistle, making Raghav chuckle even harder.
Ishana, laughing at their antics, gave them one last determined look before heading towards the stage. The lights dimmed once more, setting the stage for her performance.
Ishana reached the center of the stage, her red saree a vibrant splash of color against the dimmed lights. She took a deep breath, composed herself, and waited for her cue. In the audience, Abhiman's eyes were locked on her, a rare intensity in his gaze.
He leaned forward slightly, anticipation tightening in his chest. He had seen glimpses of her energy, but he was waiting to see her truly shine.
Then, the first rhythmic drops of rain, followed by the joyful, earthy notes of "Barso Re Megha", filled the hall. Ishana's entire demeanor transformed.
Na re, na re, na re, na re
Na-na-na re, na re, na re, na re
Na-na re, na-na re, na-na re, na-na re
Na-na re, na-na re, na-na re, na-na re
Barso re, megha-megha, barso re, megha-megha
Barso re, megha, barso
Barso re, megha-megha, barso re, megha-megha
Barso re, megha, barso
Meetha hai, kosa hai, baarish ka bosa hai
Kosa hai, kosa hai, baarish ka bosa hai
Meetha hai, kosa hai, baarish ka bosa hai
Kosa hai, kosa hai, baarish ka bosa hai
Jal, jal, jal, jal, jal
Jal-thal, jal-thal
Chal, chal, chal, chal, chal, chal
Chal, chal, bahta chal
Na-na re, na-na re, na-na re, na-na re
Na-na re, na-na re, na-na re, na-na re
Na-na re, na-na re, na-na re, na-na re
Na-na re, na-na re, na-na re, na-na re
She began with movements that evoked the gentle patter of rain, her hands fluttering down like falling droplets. Her steps were light, playful, gradually building in tempo as the music swelled. She incorporated elements of a free-flowing, contemporary folk style, infused with her inherent vivacity. She mimed the gathering of clouds, her arms sweeping wide overhead, then brought them down with a powerful, grounded stomp, representing the heavy downpour. The red fabric of her saree swirled around her with every turn, reflecting the stormy passion of the music.
Hey, barso re
Barso re, megha, barso re, megha-megha
Barso re, megha, barso
Va vaaya ne vaadad umatya
Gokudma tahukya mor manva
Geeli, geeli, geeli, haan
Haan-haan-haan-haan, haan-haan-haan-haan
Ishana's expressions were pure joy. Her eyes, usually so sharp and witty, sparkled with an almost childlike delight as she "danced" in the rain. She twirled, sometimes with rapid, exhilarated spins that made the red and black of her saree a blur, then paused dramatically, looking up as if truly feeling the rain on her face. Her movements were expansive, full of life – leaping, bending, and extending, making full use of the stage. She tossed her head back, her laughter almost palpable in her expressive gestures, celebrating the monsoon's arrival.
Geeli-geeli maati
Geeli maati ke chal gharaunde banayenge re
Hari-bhari ambi, ambi ki daali
Mil ke jhoole jhulayenge re, ho
Dhan, baiju, gajni, hal jote sab ne
Bailon ki ghanti baji aur taal lage bharne
Re tair ke chali, main toh paar chali
Re tair ke chali, main toh paar chali
Paar wale par le kinaar chali, re megha
Na-na re, na-na re, na-na re, na-na re
Na-na re, na-na re, na-na re, na-na re
Na-na re, na-na re, na-na re, na-na re
Na-na re, na-na re, na-na re, na-na re
Abhiman watched, utterly captivated. He saw the vibrant energy he always knew she possessed, now unleashed in graceful, powerful movements. Her joy was infectious, radiating from the stage and drawing him in. He found himself smiling, a genuine, unguarded smile he rarely showed. The black elements of her saree, his choice, seemed to underscore her strength amidst the vibrant red, making her performance even more striking. She wasn't just dancing; she was embodying the spirit of the rain, of nature's raw beauty and exhilaration. He admired her confidence, her uninhibited passion. This was Ishana, raw and brilliant, and he felt a profound sense of admiration washing over him, realizing there was so much more to her than he had initially perceived.
Kaali-kaali raatein
Kaali raaton mein yeh badarwa baras jaayega
Gali-gali mujhko megha dhoondega
Aur garaj ke palat jaayega
Ghar, aangan, angna aur paani ka jharna
Bhool na jaana mujhe, sab poochenge warna
Re beh ke chali, main toh beh ke chali
Re kehti chali, main toh keh ke chali, re megha
Na-na re, na-na re, na-na re, na-na re
Na-na re, na-na re, na-na re, na-na re
Na-na re, na-na re, na-na re, na-na re
Na-na re, na-na re, na-na re, na-na re
Na-na re, na-na re, na-na re, na-na re
Na-na re, na-na re, na-na re, na-na re
Na-na re (na-na re), na-na re (na-na re)
Na-na re, na-re, na-re, na-re
Na re, na re, na re, na re
Na-na re, na-na re, na-na re, na-na re
As the song reached its peak, Ishana's dance became a tempest of energy. Her steps were strong, her movements fluid and unyielding, reflecting the full force of the monsoon. Her final pose was an expansive gesture, arms wide, head tilted back, as if welcoming the entire sky.
The music faded, and a wave of enthusiastic applause erupted, matching the energy of her performance. Abhiman was among the first to stand, clapping vigorously, a proud, soft smile on his face as Ishana took her bow, beaming.
Ishana walked off the stage amidst roaring applause, her chest still heaving from the exhilaration of her performance. As she made her way back to her friends, her eyes, usually full of cheerful mischief, narrowed slightly as she passed a few clusters of students. She caught the leering stares from some boys, their expressions crude and disrespectful, and the thinly veiled envy from a group of girls. Ugh, seriously? she thought, rolling her eyes internally. Can't a girl just enjoy performing without all that nonsense? She silently cursed them, a mental flick of her wrist dismissing their unwanted attention, and quickened her pace towards the familiar faces of her friends.
"Ishuu!!yaar kya mast performance tha yaar!" Vanshika exclaimed the moment Ishana was within reach, pulling her into an enthusiastic hug. "The energy, the joy! You were phenomenal!"
"Seriously, Ishuu, you lit up the whole stage!" Navya chimed in, equally effusive.
Vihaan gave her a high-five. "Crushed it! You totally commanded that song."
Even Abhiman, who usually reserved his praise, offered a rare, genuine smile. "You were great, Ishana. Truly." His eyes held a deeper appreciation that warmed her.
Ishana beamed, feeling the genuine warmth from her friends melt away her earlier irritation. "Thanks, guys! You all were amazing cheerleaders!"
Soon after Ishana's performance, it was Navya's turn. She gracefully took to the stage, looking elegant in her maroon saree, and delivered a beautiful, soulful performance that captivated the audience with its quiet strength. When she returned, equally showered with compliments, the group was finally complete.
The energy in the hall shifted once more. The DJ lowered the music, and a ripple of excitement went through the crowd.
"Alright, everyone!" the host announced, "Get ready for the moment you've all been waiting for! Our Freshers Couple Dance performances are about to begin!"
A wave of nervous anticipation, mixed with giddy excitement, swept through their table. "This is it!" Ishana whispered, clutching Abhiman's arm.
"And our first pair of the evening," the host continued, "representing the perfect blend of grace and charm... Raghav and Vanshika!"
Both Raghav and Vanshika felt a sudden jolt. They exchanged a look, a mixture of surprise and shared anticipation, then rose from their seats. As they walked towards the stage, the opening notes of "Ishq Wala Love" began to play, instantly filling the air with its soft, romantic melody.
Raghav offered Vanshika his hand, and she took it, her fingers brushing his. As they reached the center of the stage, the lights softened around them, casting an intimate glow. They took their starting positions, facing each other, a subtle nervousness mixed with a growing comfort.
Surkh wala, souz wala, faiz wala love
Hota hai jo love se zyaada, vaise waalaa love
Ishq waalaa love
Hua jo dard bhee to hamko aaj kuch zyaada hua
Ishq waalaa love
Ye kya hua hai kya khabar yahi pataa hai zyaada hua
Ishq waalaa love
Agar ye usko bhi hua hai, fir bhi mujhko zyada hua
Ishq waalaa love
Meri neend jaise pehlee baar tuuti hai
Ankhe mal ke maine dekhi hai subah
Hui dhoop zyada, leke teri roshani din chada
Ishq waalaa love
Jhaanke baadlon kee jaali ke peechhe se
Kare chandni ye mujhko itla
Leke noor zyaada chaand mera yahin pe hai chhupa
Chhupa hua
Ishq waalaa love
Hua jo dard bhee to hamko aaj kuch zyaada hua
Ishq waalaa love
Ye kya hua hai kya khabar yahi pataa hai zyaada hua
Ishq waalaa love
Agar ye usko bhi hua hai, fir bhi mujhko zyada hua
Ishq waalaa love
The music swelled, and they began to move. Their steps were fluid, perfectly in sync, as if they had rehearsed a thousand times. Raghav led with a gentle confidence, his hand on her waist, guiding her effortlessly. Vanshika followed, her movements mirroring his, her sapphire blue saree flowing beautifully with every turn and dip.
Kyun na aisa hota, jo milte tum
Ho jaate guum saath mere
Hote-hote hoga samajhaayen hum
Tham ja e tham o dil mere
Toota zyada-zyada tara jab gira
Zara zyada-zyada maangu dil tera
Tab bhi zyaada-zyaada maane naa dil ye sarphira
Ishq waalaa love
The lyrics began, and as they danced, the world around them seemed to fade away. It was just the two of them on that stage, moving to a rhythm that felt entirely their own. Raghav's gaze was fixed on Vanshika, his eyes reflecting a profound admiration that went beyond just her beauty. He felt an undeniable pull, a lightness in his chest as her hand rested softly in his. He found himself subtly drawing her a little closer, their proximity a gentle, unspoken connection.
Bada ye dil naadan tha, par aaj kuch zyada hua
Ishq waalaa love
Jo khone ka tha dar tujhe, pata nahi kyu zyada hua
Ishq waalaa love
Hua jo dard bhee to hamko aaj kuch zyaada hua
Ishq waalaa love
Ye kya hua hai kya khabar yahi pataa hai zyaada hua
Ishq waalaa love
Agar ye usko bhi hua hai, fir bhi mujhko zada hua
Ishq wala love
Vanshika, too, was lost in the moment. Raghav's strong, steady lead made her feel utterly secure, allowing her to abandon herself to the dance. His touch was light, respectful, yet it sent shivers down her spine. Looking into his eyes, she saw an intensity, a warmth that made her forget the hundreds of eyes watching them. It was as if they were dancing in a dream, a bubble of effortless chemistry where every spin, every shared glance, felt profoundly right. They moved in perfect harmony, a silent conversation unfolding between them, a delightful secret shared only through their movements.
Ishq waalaa love
Surkh wala, souz wala, faiz wala love
Hota hai jo love se zyada vaise vaala love
Surkh wala, souz wala, faiz wala love
Hota hai jo love se zyada vaise vaala love
As the song neared its climax, the melody swelled with emotion. Raghav, with a sudden, tender smile that reached his eyes, gently lifted Venshika into his arms. She gasped softly, a surprised laugh escaping her lips as her saree flowed around them like a blue cloud. He twirled her effortlessly, once, then twice, the movement feeling both exhilarating and infinitely tender. Her eyes locked with his, a spark of pure joy and something deeper passing between them. He set her down as the final notes began to play, and with a few last graceful steps, their hands still intertwined, they came to a halt, facing the audience, their chests heaving slightly from the dance and the unspoken emotions that had swirled between them. Their performance ended, leaving a lingering warmth in the air.
The moment Raghav gently set Vanshika down, the hall erupted. A thunderous wave of applause, whistles, and cheers washed over them. They stood for a moment, chests heaving slightly, their eyes still locked in that shared, intimate bubble, before the sheer volume of the crowd pulled them back to reality. A blush crept up Vanshika's cheeks as they finally broke contact, a little self-conscious, yet undeniably exhilarated.
They walked back to their table, the applause following them. As they approached, Ishana, Navya, and Vihaan were already grinning, practically bursting with suppressed excitement.
"Okay, you two!" Ishana crowed, eyes sparkling mischievously. "What was that?! Raghav, you lifted her! You literally lifted her! I didn't know we were signing up for a Bollywood romance!"
Vanshika's blush deepened, and she playfully smacked Ishana's arm. "Ishana! It was just part of the choreography!" she protested, though her smile betrayed her.
"Choreography, she says!" Navya teased, nudging Vihaan. "I think that was pure 'Ishq Wala Love' right there!"
Vihaan, typically more reserved, couldn't help but grin. "Yeah, Raghav, for a guy who 'doesn't dance,' you pulled off quite the move!"
Raghav, surprisingly, didn't seem flustered. He just shrugged, a small, knowing smile playing on his lips as he glanced at Vanshika. "It just felt right," he mumbled, causing Vanshika's heart to do another flutter.
"Oh, it definitely felt right," Abhiman interjected, a rare smirk on his face. "The crowd went wild. You two clearly have a... unique chemistry."
Vanshika managed a weak laugh, still feeling the heat in her cheeks. "Alright, alright, enough teasing! You're next, Ishana, don't forget!"
Just as the last of their friends' playful jabs died down, the host's voice boomed over the speakers again. "What a truly captivating start to our couple performances! And now, get ready for another dose of magic as we present our next pair! Please welcome... Abhiman and Ishana!"
A collective gasp went around their table, followed by excited shouts. "That's us!" Ishana squealed, grabbing Abhiman's hand.
Abhiman, looking surprisingly calm despite the spotlight now turning towards them, simply nodded and stood. He offered Ishana his arm, a gesture she readily accepted, and they made their way towards the stage.
As they reached the center, the familiar, sweeping melody of "Gerua" began to play, instantly enveloping the hall in its epic, romantic aura. The stage lights shifted to warm, golden hues, mirroring the song's grand landscape.
Ishana, now in her element, took a deep breath and looked at Abhiman. Her earlier vivacity from "Barso Re" settled into a more profound, yearning grace. Abhiman, ever composed, placed his hand gently at her waist, his other hand clasping hers.
Dhoop se nikal ke Chhaao se phisal ke
Hum mile jahaan parrrr Lamha tham gayaaaa
Aasmaan pighal ke S
heeshe mein dhal ke
Jam gaya to tera Chehra ban gayaaaa
Duniya bhula keeee tumse mila
hooooon Nikli hai dil se ye
duaaaaaa Rang de tu mohe
Geruaaaaa Ranjhe ki dil se hai duaaaaa
Rang de tu mohe geruaaaaa
Their dance began with subtle movements, reflecting the song's vast, scenic beauty. Ishana's steps were fluid, almost gliding, as she mirrored the yearning in the lyrics. Her red saree flowed around her like a vibrant sunset, accentuated by the strategic black detailing that Abhiman had picked, giving her silhouette a striking definition. Abhiman's movements were strong and supportive, a steady anchor for Ishana's more expressive motions. He moved with a quiet intensity, his eyes rarely leaving hers, a silent dialogue passing between them as they swayed.
Haaaaan nikli hai dil se ye duaaaa
Hoooo Rang de tu mohe geruaaaa
Ishana's hands moved with a tender longing, reaching out, then gently touching Abhiman's arm, her fingers tracing a soft path. Abhiman responded, his grip on her hand firm yet gentle, drawing her into a slow turn. They executed a series of effortless spins, the rich red fabric of her saree painting streaks of color in the golden light, while Abhiman's white suit provided a stark, elegant contrast. He spun her out, then pulled her back, their bodies moving in perfect sync, a silent narrative of profound connection unfolding.
Hoo tumse se shurunu
tumpe fanaaaaa
Hai Sufiyanaaa
yeh dastaaaaan
Main kaarwaaaan
manzil ho tum
Jaata jahaan kooo
har raastaaaaa
Tumse juda jo Dil zara sambhal ke
Dard ka wo saara Kohra chhan gayaaaaa
Duniya bhula keeee tumse mila hooooon
Nikli hai dil se yeh duaaaaaa
Rang de tu mohe geruaaaaaa
Hoooo Ranjhe ki dil se hai duaaaaa
Rang de tu mohe geruaaaa
Abhiman, surprisingly, showed a depth of emotion in his movements that few had seen before. His eyes, usually guarded, were soft as they met Ishana's, conveying a silent promise, a growing affection. He didn't execute elaborate steps, but his presence was powerful, his focus entirely on her. He twirled her, lifted her into a graceful dip, always ensuring she felt secure and cherished. Ishana, for her part, leaned into his strength, her movements flowing beautifully with his lead, her vibrant energy tempered by a newfound tenderness that only he seemed to evoke.
Hooo veeraan thaaaa dil ka jahaaaaan
Jis din se tuuuu daakhil huaaaa
Ik jism seee ik jaan kaaaa
Darza mujheee
haasil huaaaaa
Haaaan pheeke hain saare
Naate jahaan ke
Tere saath rishta
gehra ban gayaaa
Duniya bhula keeee
Nikli hai dil se
yeh duaaaaaa
tumse mila hoon hai duaaaaaa
Rang de tu mohe geruaaaaa
Ranjhe ki dil se
Rang de tu mohe geruaaaaa
Haaaaan nikli hai dil se ye duaaaaa
Hoooooo
Rang de tu mohe geruaaaaa
As the song neared its crescendo, they moved closer, their steps becoming more intimate. Ishana placed her hand softly on Abhiman's chest, feeling the steady beat of his heart. Abhiman gently cupped her face, his gaze deep and searching, conveying a profound connection without a single word. With a final, sweeping flourish, they ended their dance, their foreheads lightly touching, their bodies held in a moment of perfect harmony, enveloped by the lingering warmth of the music.
The hall once again erupted in fervent applause as Abhiman and Ishana concluded their mesmerizing dance. They held their final pose for a beat longer, lost in the echo of the music, before breaking apart to acknowledge the cheering crowd. A comfortable warmth settled between them as they made their way back to their table.
Before they even reached their seats,
Vanshika was practically bouncing with anticipation. "Ishana! Oh my god! You two were absolutely divine!" she exclaimed, throwing her arms around her best friend.
"And Abhiman, who knew you had such a romantic side hidden under all that seriousness?"
Ishana, still a little breathless, laughed. "Vanshika! Stop! But thank you! You were whistling so loudly for me, I almost burst out laughing on stage!"
"Hey, I was just providing moral support!" Vanshika retorted with a wink. "But seriously, you and Abhiman? That was something else. All those longing gazes and hand touches! The chemistry was off the charts!" She playfully nudged.
Abhiman, who simply offered a rare, almost shy smile, a faint blush dusting his cheeks.
Navya and Raghav chimed in with their own praises, genuinely impressed by the duo's performance.
Just as the teasing settled down, the host's voice boomed again. "What a series of incredible performances! And now, for a change of pace, get ready for a performance that promises to be full of energy and fun! Please welcome Vihaan and Navya!"
Vihaan and Navya exchanged a grin, a playful challenge in their eyes, and rose. As they walked towards the stage, the unmistakable, high-octane beats of "Aankh Marey" blasted through the speakers, instantly raising the energy in the room.
From the very first beat, Vihaan and Navya exploded onto the stage. Their movements were sharp, energetic, and perfectly synchronized, showcasing a lively, modern style that matched the song's infectious rhythm. Navya, in her maroon saree, moved with surprising agility and sass, her expressions a mix of confidence and playful mischief. Vihaan, usually composed, shed his formality, embracing the dance with a cool, effortless swagger in his beige suit.
The choreography cleverly incorporated moments of playful banter between them. During the instrumental breaks, Vihaan would pull a face, or Navya would dramatically push him away, only for him to pull her back with a smirk. One segment had them facing each other, Vihaan pretending to wink exaggeratedly, and Navya rolling her eyes with a theatrical sigh, prompting laughter from the audience. Their dance wasn't just about steps; it was a conversation, a delightful back-and-forth that showed off their comfortable friendship and sharp wit. The audience loved it, clapping along, captivated by their easy camaraderie and vibrant energy.
The song built to a fever pitch, culminating in a burst of synchronized, high-energy moves. As the last note echoed, Vihaan and Navya struck a final, dynamic pose, Navya leaning back dramatically in Vihaan's steady grasp, both of them beaming.
The crowd erupted not only in thunderous applause for their energetic performance but also in laughter, appreciating the delightful humor and playful banter that had been an integral part of their choreography.
Vihaan and Navya returned to their friends, still slightly breathless but grinning from ear to ear. "You guys were amazing!" Vanshika cheered. "The banter was hilarious!"
"That was so much fun to watch!" Ishana added. "You two literally brought the house down with that energy!"
Raghav and Abhiman both nodded in agreement, their expressions conveying genuine appreciation for the lively performance.
After a few more performances by other Freshers, the formal program eventually came to an end. The stage lights softened, the music shifted to upbeat party mixes, and the DJ invited everyone to hit the dance floor. The Freshers, finally free from formalities, erupted into joyous shouts. The hall transformed into a vibrant dance party, and the friends, with their newfound connections and shared experiences, happily melted into the crowd, ready to enjoy the rest of their Freshers party in their own way.
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