Aayan sat in his office, glaring at the mountain of paperwork before him. His phone buzzed incessantly with messages about wedding preparations he wanted no part of. Frustration gnawed at him as he shuffled through documents, trying to focus on work. Unable to bear it any longer, he picked up his phone and dialed Vedant.

"Hey, Aayan! What's up?" Vedant's cheerful voice greeted him.

Aayan sighed heavily. "Man, I'm drowning in work and these wedding preparations. I can't handle it anymore."

Vedant chuckled. "Tu mujhe ab invite kar raha hai?"

Aayan couldn't help but laugh at his friend's irritation. "Chal ab bhao mat kha, khushi mana kei maine terko invite bhi kra."

Meanwhile, across town, Ekagr walked into the Khanna mansion, expecting to find the usual hustle and bustle of wedding preparations. To his surprise, the house was eerily quiet. Confused, he dialed Tashvi's number.

"Tashvi, where is everyone? The house is empty," Ekagr asked, bewildered.

"Sorry, bhai, sorry, sorry! I forgot to tell you," Tashvi replied, sounding apologetic. "On Aayan's Bade Papa's request, we're all staying at their house until the wedding."

Ekagr sighed, shaking his head. "You could have informed me earlier, Tashvi."

As the sun began to set, the Rajvansh mansion buzzed with activity. The Sangeet ceremony was about to begin. The women were dressed in vibrant lehengas, and the men in elegant sherwanis. The sound of dhols and laughter filled the air.

In the midst of the preparations, Kiara and Yuvaan hatched a plan. They were determined to bring Aayan and Tashvi closer. Tashvi, unaware of their scheming, found herself repeatedly pushed into Aayan's presence. Aayan, on the other hand, remained his usual cold and distant self, barely acknowledging her presence.

The guests began to arrive, including Ekagr and Vedant. Vedant, unfamiliar to both Ekagr and Tashvi, entered with a confident stride. Ekagr noticed him first and approached with curiosity.

"Hi, I'm Ekagr Khanna. Are you a friend of Aayan?" Ekagr asked, extending his hand.

Vedant shook his hand firmly. "Yes, I'm Vedant, Aayan's best friend. Nice to meet you."

Tashvi, standing nearby, watched the interaction. Ekagr turned to her and gestured. "Tashvi, this is Vedant."

Vedant smiled warmly at Tashvi. "Nice to meet you, Tashvi. I've heard quite a bit about you."

Tashvi returned the smile, though her curiosity was piqued. "All good things, I hope."

"Mostly," Vedant replied with a playful wink.

At the Sangeet, Tashvi appeared in a resplendent crimson lehenga intricately embellished with gold embroidery, the vibrant hue highlighting her grace and poise. Her dupatta cascaded elegantly over one shoulder, adorned with delicate sequins that shimmered with every movement. She accessorized with traditional gold jewelry, including chandelier earrings that framed her face and a statement necklace that accentuated her neckline.

Yuvaan opted for a green sherwani with silver mirror detailing, exuding charm and sophistication as he mingled with guests and ensured the festivities flowed smoothly. His attire was completed with a matching pagdi that added a regal touch to his ensemble.

Kiara, always the life of the party, dazzled in a shimmering green saree that draped gracefully around her, catching the light and drawing attention wherever she went. Her choice of attire was complemented by bold jewelry pieces and a confident smile that lit up the room. Kiara and yuvaan are twinning woh

Vedant, chose a traditional beige kurta with a little mirror work, striking a perfect balance between classic and contemporary. His attire reflected his understated elegance and attention to detail, a reflection of his successful persona in the business world.

Aayan, although reluctantly present, maintained his aura of authority in a tailored black sherwani with minimal gold embroidery, his reserved demeanor amidst the festivities. His presence commanded respect, yet there was an undeniable tension beneath the surface as he navigated through the event as part of an arranged marriage he had not chosen.

Each outfit told a story of tradition, style, and the complexities of the relationships woven into the fabric of the Sangeet ceremony, where Tashvi and Aayan found themselves embroiled in a union neither had anticipated.

The Sangeet ceremony was in full swing. The air was filled with music, laughter, and the clinking of glasses. Tashvi and Aayan found themselves frequently in each other's company, thanks to Kiara and Yuvaan's relentless efforts.

Tashvi, though initially shy, decided to make the best of the situation. She approached Aayan, who was standing by himself, a drink in hand.

"You look like you're having a blast," Tashvi remarked sarcastically.

Aayan looked at her, his expression indifferent. "I prefer quieter settings."

Tashvi chuckled. "Well, this is our Sangeet. Might as well try to enjoy it."

Aayan sighed, clearly uninterested in small talk. "I'm here, aren't I?"

Tashvi's smile faded slightly, but she refused to be discouraged. "You know, you could at least pretend to be happy. It's not like we had a choice in this marriage."

Aayan's eyes narrowed. "Exactly. So why should I pretend?"

Before Tashvi could respond, Kiara and Yuvaan dragged her away to join the dance floor. Aayan watched her go, a mixture of frustration and confusion in his eyes.

As the night went on, Vedant found himself enjoying the festivities. He danced with the guests, laughed, and made small talk. Eventually, he spotted Tashvi standing alone, watching the dancers.

Vedant approached her with a friendly smile. "Not a fan of dancing?"

Tashvi shook her head. "I like it, just not feeling it right now."

Vedant nodded understandingly. "It's a big change, this marriage stuff. I get it."

Tashvi looked at him curiously. "You do?"

Vedant shrugged. "I've seen Aayan struggle with it. He's not used to things being out of his control."

Tashvi sighed. "It's not easy for me either. But we have to make the best of it, right?"

Vedant smiled. "Exactly. And who knows? Maybe something good will come out of it."

Aayan stood on the sidelines, watching as Vedant and Tashvi chatted animatedly. They were laughing, their faces lit up with genuine joy. Aayan felt a pang of jealousy that he couldn't quite shake off. Unable to tolerate it any longer, he strode purposefully towards them.

"Excuse me, Vedant, can I have a word with you?" Aayan's tone was firm, though he tried to keep it friendly.

Vedant looked surprised but nodded. "Sure, Aayan."

Aayan led Vedant a few steps away from Tashvi, his expression serious. "Stay away from her," he said in a low, warning tone.

Vedant chuckled, raising his hands in mock surrender. "Aree gussa kyu ho raha hai? Bhabhi hai meri."

Aayan's glare softened slightly at Vedant's teasing, but he still felt a twinge of possessiveness. "Just... be careful."

Tashvi watched the two men from a distance, noticing their tense exchange but choosing to let it go. She knew Aayan well enough to sense his jealousy, and it brought a small, secret smile to her lips.

As the Sangeet continued, Aayan watched Tashvi from a distance. He couldn't deny that she was handling everything with grace and strength, even if he found it irritating. Deep down, a part of him admired her resilience.

Meanwhile, Kiara and Yuvaan were busy plotting their next move. They exchanged glances, silently agreeing that their plan was far from over.

"Let's see if we can get them to dance together," Kiara whispered to Yuvaan.

Yuvaan grinned. "Challenge accepted."

He approached Aayan, who was still standing by himself, and nudged him. "Come on, bro. It's your Sangeet. You can't just stand here all night."

Aayan glared at him. "I'm fine right here."

Yuvaan rolled his eyes. "No, you're not. Come on, dance with Bhabhi. It won't kill you."

Before Aayan could protest, Yuvaan grabbed his arm and dragged him towards Tashvi, who was still talking to Vedant. Kiara intercepted them and whispered something to Vedant, who nodded and stepped back, leaving Tashvi alone.

"Tashvi, dance with jiju," Kiara said cheerfully, pushing her towards him.

Tashvi looked surprised but didn't resist. She turned to Aayan, who looked equally surprised and irritated.

"Shall we?" Tashvi asked, extending her hand.

Aayan hesitated but finally took her hand looking around as all eyes were on them he was left with no choice to deny. They moved to the dance floor, where the music slowed down to a romantic tune. The guests watched with bated breath as the reluctant couple began to dance.

At first, the dance was awkward. Aayan kept a respectful distance, his movements stiff and formal. But as the music continued, Tashvi's natural grace began to ease the tension. She smiled up at him, trying to break through his icy exterior.

"You know, you don't have to look so miserable," Tashvi said softly.

Aayan's gaze flickered down to her. "I'm not good at this."

"Neither am I," Tashvi admitted. "But we can try, right?"

Aayan didn't respond, but he did relax slightly. They continued to dance, the awkwardness gradually melting away. By the time the song ended, they were moving together more fluidly, almost naturally.

The guests clapped and cheered, and for a moment, Aayan and Tashvi forgot about their differences. They stood there, catching their breath, and for the first time, Aayan didn't feel the weight of the world on his shoulders.

As the night wound down, Tashvi found herself feeling more hopeful. Maybe this marriage wouldn't be as terrible as she had feared. Maybe, just maybe, there was a chance for something real between her and Aayan.

Meanwhile, Vedant watched the scene unfold with a knowing smile. He could see the sparks between Aayan and Tashvi, even if they couldn't. And he was determined to do whatever it took to help his best friend find happiness.

Yuvaan noticed Kiara standing alone, looking a bit flustered amidst the lively Sangeet ceremony. With a mischievous grin, he decided to tease her a bit. He walked over to her, casually draped an arm around her shoulder, and whispered something in her ear that made her cheeks turn pink.

Kiara looked taken aback for a moment, then playfully swatted Yuvaan's arm, glancing around to see if anyone had noticed. But Yuvaan just grinned and winked at her, clearly enjoying her flustered reaction.

Across the room, Tashvi and Vedant were chatting quietly, but their attention was drawn to Kiara and Yuvaan. They exchanged curious glances, both wondering what Yuvaan had said to elicit such a response from Kiara.

"What do you think he said?" Tashvi whispered to Vedant, tilting her head slightly towards Kiara and Yuvaan.

Vedant shrugged, a smile playing on his lips. "Knowing Yuvaan, probably something embarrassing," he replied softly, his eyes twinkling with amusement but still wasnt sure if he is right the curiosity tinged in him as well.

They watched as Yuvaan continued to banter with Kiara, who was now trying to regain her composure. Despite her initial surprise, she seemed to be enjoying the playful exchange of kiara with Yuvaan.

"He always knows how to lighten the mood," Tashvi remarked, smiling as she observed her brother-in-law (Devar)  and her best friend.

Vedant nodded in agreement, his gaze lingering on Tashvi. "Just like how he brought laughter into our lives when we needed it the most," he added softly, his tone affectionate.

As they continued to watch the playful interaction between Yuvaan and Kiara, Tashvi couldn't help but feel grateful for the close-knit bond they all shared. Moments like these reminded her of the joy and warmth that friendship and family brought into her life, especially during hectic and overwhelming times like the wedding preparations.

As the Sangeet came to an end, the guests began to leave, and the Rajvansh mansion slowly quieted down. Aayan and Tashvi, exhausted from the day's events, retreated to their respective rooms. But that night, as they lay in their beds, they couldn't stop thinking about each other.

Aayan stared at the ceiling, replaying the dance in his mind. He couldn't deny that there was something about Tashvi that intrigued him, something that made him want to lower his guard.

Tashvi, on the other hand, found herself wondering about Aayan's true nature. Was he really as cold and distant as he seemed, or was there more to him than met the eye?

As sleep finally claimed them, both Aayan and Tashvi realized that their journey together was just beginning. And though the road ahead would be filled with challenges, they couldn't help but feel a spark of hope for the future