Bride of Youngest Rajvanshi First Dance

First Dance

Now both Shivangi and Akant are called to dance

The grand hall was bathed in soft golden light, a perfect setting for the couple's first dance. Shivangi and Akant stood at the center of the room, surrounded by their families and friends, yet it felt as if they were the only two people there. The music began, a gentle, melodious tune that mirrored the soft, tentative connection they shared. Shivangi hesitated for a moment, her cheeks flushed with a rosy hue. Her eyes shyly met Akant's, then darted away as a nervous smile curved her lips. Akant extended his hand, his heartbeat quickening, palms slightly damp. He was no stranger to confidence, yet this moment, so personal and intimate, made him feel like an uncharted voyager. Their fingers met—her touch light, almost feather-like, sending an electric current through him. Slowly, Akant guided her into the rhythm of the music. They moved with a delicate grace, their steps small and careful, the space between them alive with unspoken emotions. Shivangi could feel her heart hammering in her chest, so loud she wondered if he could hear it. Her sari swayed gently as she moved, and the warmth of his hand on her waist sent a rush of heat to her face. She dared a glance upward, meeting his gaze—soft, reassuring, and full of a quiet determination to make her feel at ease. As they swayed together, the initial awkwardness began to melt away. Their movements grew more fluid, guided not by practiced steps but by the silent understanding forming between them. Every brush of their hands, every shared glance, spoke volumes. The crowd faded into a blur. Shivangi felt her shyness dissolving, replaced by a subtle confidence drawn from Akant’s steady presence. Akant, in turn, felt a sense of awe—this shy, radiant woman in his arms seemed to embody grace itself. The final notes of the song lingered in the air, and they came to a gentle stop. Applause erupted around them, bringing them back to reality. Shivangi blushed deeply, her eyes dropping to the floor, while Akant squeezed her hand lightly, a silent gesture of reassurance and shared triumph. At that moment, amid the claps and cheers, a quiet bond had begun to form—a connection born of shared shyness, fluttering hearts, and the first steps of a journey they would take together.

Shivangi POV

The room felt impossibly large, yet every glance seemed directed at her. Shivangi’s heart raced as She stood at the center of the crowd, her hands trembling slightly as she adjusted the edge of her sari. The music began—a soft, melodious tune—and she looked up to see Akant standing in front of her, his hand extended. Her cheeks flushed instantly. This is it, she thought, her heartbeat quickening. Her eyes darted to his face, then away. She wasn’t used to such open attention, especially in a moment so intimate and public all at once. Slowly, she placed her hand in his. His touch was warm, grounding, though it sent a wave of nervous energy up her arm. As they stepped into the dance, Shivangi became acutely aware of every detail: the soft rustle of her sari, the subtle scent of Akant’s cologne, the steady strength of his hand guiding her. Her thoughts raced as she focused on moving in sync with him, silently praying she wouldn’t step on his feet. She felt his hand on her waist, gentle yet firm, and her breath hitched. Her cheeks burned, and she fought the urge to pull back. Why is my heart so loud? He can probably hear it! she panicked, sneaking a glance up at him. His expression was calm, his eyes kind and reassuring, as though silently saying, You’re doing fine. She tried to relax, but the closeness made her dizzy. Every step seemed to last an eternity, yet the song also felt too short. The way Akant looked at her—focused but not overbearing—made her feel something unfamiliar. Was it comfort? Was it curiosity? For a brief moment, she forgot about the watching eyes. Her movements grew more natural, the music carrying her like a gentle wave. When the song ended, Shivangi felt a strange pang of disappointment. The applause brought her back to the present, and she immediately looked down, feeling the heat of her blush spread to her ears. Akant’s hand lingered in hers for a moment longer, giving a light squeeze before letting go. That small gesture settled something in her—an unspoken reassurance. She looked up briefly, catching his gaze, and felt the smallest flicker of a smile form on her lips. Maybe, just maybe, this wouldn’t be so difficult after all.

Shivangi Mehta

***Kanha ji... thank you***

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Honey

I skipped 99 % of the episode..

2025-03-29

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