Sangeetโs Rhythm and Unspoken Challenges
๐ง๐ต๐ฒ ๐๐ฟ๐ฎ๐ป๐ฑ ๐ฆ๐ฎ๐ป๐ด๐ฒ๐ฒ๐ โ ๐ ๐๐น๐ฎ๐๐ต ๐ผ๐ณ ๐๐ถ๐ด๐ต๐๐ ๐ฎ๐ป๐ฑ ๐ฆ๐ต๐ฎ๐ฑ๐ผ๐๐
The sun dipped below the Rajasthani horizon, painting the sky in fiery hues of orange and violet.
The Maharana Palace came alive โ
a glowing fortress of lights, music, and celebration.
Thousands of fairy lights flickered like stars, casting golden reflections across the grand courtyard. The Sangeet ceremony was in full, vibrant swing โ
a whirlwind of traditional folk beats, pulsing Bollywood rhythms, and the electric buzz of hundreds of guests.
The ๐ฅ๐ฒ๐๐ฒ๐ป๐ฐ๐ฟ๐ผ๐ณ๐๐, glowing in jewel-toned elegance and signature chaos, moved through the crowd like wildfire.
Mira Revencroft (FL's Mom)
Dev Revencroft (FL's Dad)
๐ ๐ถ๐ฟ๐ฎ and ๐๐ฒ๐, ever the calm within the storm, watched with warm, amused smiles.
Jennifer Revencroft (FL's Eldest Sister)
๐๐ฒ๐ป๐ป๐ถ๐ณ๐ฒ๐ฟ, radiant in a sapphire lehenga, glided effortlessly through guests โ her posture regal, her glances calculated.
๐ฆ๐ต๐ถ๐ป๐ฒ, in a vibrant fuchsia lehenga that shimmered with every sway, was busy delivering a deadpan review of the DJโs choices.
Shine Revencroft (FL)
โ๐๐ฉ๐ช๐ด ๐ฑ๐ญ๐ข๐บ๐ญ๐ช๐ด๐ต,โ ๐ด๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ธ๐ฉ๐ช๐ด๐ฑ๐ฆ๐ณ๐ฆ๐ฅ ๐ต๐ฐ ๐๐ช๐ด๐ฉ๐ข, โ๐ช๐ด ๐ข ๐ค๐ณ๐ช๐ฎ๐ช๐ฏ๐ข๐ญ ๐ฐ๐ง๐ง๐ฆ๐ฏ๐ด๐ฆ ๐ข๐จ๐ข๐ช๐ฏ๐ด๐ต ๐จ๐ฐ๐ฐ๐ฅ ๐ต๐ข๐ด๐ต๐ฆ.โ
Jisha Revencroft (FL's Twin Sister)
Jisha Revencroft (FL's Twin Sister)
โ๐๐ตโ๐ด ๐ค๐ข๐ญ๐ญ๐ฆ๐ฅ ๐ฎ๐ฐ๐ฐ๐ฅ ๐ด๐ฆ๐ต๐ต๐ช๐ฏ๐จ, ๐๐ช๐ณ๐ฆ๐ค๐ณ๐ข๐ค๐ฌ๐ฆ๐ณ,โ ๐๐ช๐ด๐ฉ๐ข ๐ณ๐ฆ๐ฑ๐ญ๐ช๐ฆ๐ฅ ๐ธ๐ช๐ต๐ฉ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ต ๐ญ๐ฐ๐ฐ๐ฌ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ถ๐ฑ ๐ง๐ณ๐ฐ๐ฎ ๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ณ ๐ฑ๐ฉ๐ฐ๐ฏ๐ฆ. โ๐๐ฐ๐ณ ๐ฎ๐ข๐น๐ช๐ฎ๐ถ๐ฎ ๐ข๐ธ๐ฌ๐ธ๐ข๐ณ๐ฅ๐ฏ๐ฆ๐ด๐ด.โ
Lyra Revencroft (FL's Youngest Sister)
Auren Revencroft (FL's Brother)
๐๐๐ฟ๐ฎ, of course, was mid-chaos โ pulling ๐๐๐ฟ๐ฒ๐ป into an impromptu dance-off with her phone held high.
Lyra Revencroft (FL's Youngest Sister)
โ๐๐ฐ๐ฎ๐ฆ ๐ฐ๐ฏ, ๐๐ถ๐ณ๐ฆ๐ฏ! ๐๐ท๐ฆ๐ฏ ๐ข ๐ณ๐ฐ๐ฃ๐ฐ๐ต ๐ฏ๐ฆ๐ฆ๐ฅ๐ด ๐ต๐ฐ ๐จ๐ณ๐ฐ๐ฐ๐ท๐ฆ!โ
Auren looked like heโd rather explode than dance. The siblings, as always, were glorious mayhem.
Across the courtyardโฆ
a ripple shifted the air.
The ๐ฅ๐ฎ๐๐ต๐ผ๐ฟ๐ฒ๐ had arrived.
They didnโt enter โ
๐๐ต๐ฒ๐ ๐๐ง๐ง๐๐ซ๐๐.
Samaira Rathore (ML's Mom)
๐ฉ๐ถ๐ฟ๐ฎ๐ท and ๐ฆ๐ฎ๐บ๐ฎ๐ถ๐ฟ๐ฎ, wrapped in elegance and authority, moved like royalty. Their presence commanded the space.
Kiaan Rathore (ML's Eldest Brother)
๐๐ถ๐ฎ๐ฎ๐ป, razor-sharp and composed
Rian Rathore (ML's Twin Brother)
๐ฅ๐ถ๐ฎ๐ป, charming with a lethal edge
๐๐๐ฐ๐ถ๐ฎ๐ป ๐ฅ๐ฎ๐๐ต๐ผ๐ฟ๐ฒ.
A shadow against the glittering lights.
His gaze, steady and ๐๐ป๐ฏ๐น๐ถ๐ป๐ธ๐ถ๐ป๐ด, was locked.
Mid-mock outrage, Shine suddenly paused.
That ๐ง๐ฆ๐ฆ๐ญ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ. That eerie, unmistakable prickle.
Her gaze cut through the swirling lights โ until it landed on ๐ต๐ถ๐บ.
Shine Revencroft (FL)
๐
๐๐๐ฐ๐ถ๐ฎ๐ป.
Still. Silent. ๐๐ฏ๐ต๐ฆ๐ฏ๐ด๐ฆ.
His eyes held no warmth. Only somethingโฆ deeper.
Raw. Electric. Dangerous.
๐๐ฉ๐ข๐ต ๐ช๐ด ๐ต๐ฉ๐ข๐ต? ๐ ๐ด๐ต๐ข๐ณ๐ฆ ๐ฐ๐ณ ๐ข ๐ค๐ถ๐ณ๐ด๐ฆ?
But Shine never backed down.
Shine Revencroft (FL)
๐๐
She met his eyes. Head-on. A slight, taunting smirk curled on her lips.
Shine Revencroft (FL)
Come on then, try me.
His stare deepened โ
a silent tug between two storms.
Then, ๐ฅ๐ถ๐ฎ๐ป stepped in front, momentarily blocking Lucianโs line of sight.
Shine Revencroft (FL)
โ๐๐ฌ๐ข๐บ,โ ๐๐ฉ๐ช๐ฏ๐ฆ ๐ฎ๐ถ๐ต๐ต๐ฆ๐ณ๐ฆ๐ฅ ๐ถ๐ฏ๐ฅ๐ฆ๐ณ ๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ณ ๐ฃ๐ณ๐ฆ๐ข๐ต๐ฉ, โ๐ฉ๐ฆโ๐ด ๐ฐ๐ง๐ง๐ช๐ค๐ช๐ข๐ญ๐ญ๐บ ๐ข ๐ธ๐ฆ๐ช๐ณ๐ฅ๐ฐ.โ
๐๐ถ๐๐ต๐ฎ, finally glancing up, followed Shineโs stare.
Jisha Revencroft (FL's Twin Sister)
โ๐๐ณ ๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ข๐ฑ๐ฑ๐ณ๐ฆ๐ค๐ช๐ข๐ต๐ฆ๐ด ๐ฉ๐ช๐จ๐ฉ-๐ฒ๐ถ๐ข๐ญ๐ช๐ต๐บ ๐ค๐ฉ๐ข๐ฐ๐ด. ๐๐ฉ๐ช๐ค๐ฉ ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ, ๐๐ช๐ณ๐ฆ๐ค๐ณ๐ข๐ค๐ฌ๐ฆ๐ณ, ๐ฑ๐ณ๐ฐ๐ฅ๐ถ๐ค๐ฆ ๐ช๐ฏ ๐ด๐ถ๐ณ๐ฑ๐ญ๐ถ๐ด.โ
She smirked. Then her gaze drifted.
Jisha Revencroft (FL's Twin Sister)
๐๐
Jishaโs eyes found ๐ฅ๐ถ๐ฎ๐ป ๐ฅ๐ฎ๐๐ต๐ผ๐ฟ๐ฒ.
He was charming a group of socialites โ but his gaze flicked to her, sharp and amused.
Rian Rathore (ML's Twin Brother)
๐
Rian Rathore (ML's Twin Brother)
๐
The silent war of intellects had begun.
๐๐ฒ๐ป๐ป๐ถ๐ณ๐ฒ๐ฟ stood near ๐๐ถ๐ฎ๐ฎ๐ป, who was speaking quietly to ๐๐๐ฟ๐ด๐ฎ ๐ง๐ต๐ฎ๐ธ๐๐ฟ. His words were low, composed.
Durga Thakur (Armaan's Dad)
Kiaan Rathore (ML's Eldest Brother)
๐
Jennifer Revencroft (FL's Eldest Sister)
๐
Their eyes met for half a second.
Challenge. Understanding. No need for words.
๐๐ช๐ฏ๐ข๐ญ๐ญ๐บ, ๐๐ฆ๐ฏ๐ฏ๐ช๐ง๐ฆ๐ณ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฐ๐ถ๐จ๐ฉ๐ต, ๐ด๐ฐ๐ฎ๐ฆ๐ฐ๐ฏ๐ฆ ๐ธ๐ช๐ต๐ฉ ๐ข๐ฏ ๐ข๐ค๐ต๐ถ๐ข๐ญ ๐ฎ๐ช๐ฏ๐ฅ.
๐๐๐ฟ๐ฎ, trying to film a group dance, stumbled backward.
A firm hand caught her just in time.
๐๐ฎ๐ฟ๐๐ฎ๐ป ๐ฅ๐ฎ๐๐ต๐ผ๐ฟ๐ฒ.
Aryan (ML's Cousin)
โ๐๐ข๐ณ๐ฆ๐ง๐ถ๐ญ,โ ๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ด๐ข๐ช๐ฅ, ๐ญ๐ฐ๐ธ ๐ข๐ฏ๐ฅ ๐ค๐ข๐ญ๐ฎ.
His quiet gravity was a jarring contrast to her usual chaos.
Lyra Revencroft (FL's Youngest Sister)
โ๐๐ฉ๐ข๐ฏ๐ฌ๐ด!โ ๐ด๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ฃ๐ญ๐ถ๐ณ๐ต๐ฆ๐ฅ, ๐ง๐ญ๐ถ๐ด๐ต๐ฆ๐ณ๐ฆ๐ฅ, ๐ข๐ฏ๐ฅ ๐ฃ๐ฐ๐ญ๐ต๐ฆ๐ฅ.
No reaction. Just a faint shift in his eyes.
๐๐๐ฟ๐ฒ๐ป was adjusting the bass.
A shadow loomed behind him.
Ishani Rathore (ML's Sister)
๐๐๐ต๐ฎ๐ป๐ถ ๐ฅ๐ฎ๐๐ต๐ผ๐ฟ๐ฒ, every inch the ice princess.
Ishani Rathore (ML's Sister)
โ๐ ๐ฐ๐ถโ๐ญ๐ญ ๐ฃ๐ณ๐ฆ๐ข๐ฌ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ด๐ฐ๐ถ๐ฏ๐ฅ ๐ด๐บ๐ด๐ต๐ฆ๐ฎ,โ ๐ด๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ด๐ฏ๐ข๐ฑ๐ฑ๐ฆ๐ฅ.
Auren Revencroft (FL's Brother)
โ๐๐ถ๐ด๐ต ๐ฐ๐ฑ๐ต๐ช๐ฎ๐ช๐ป๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ค๐ญ๐ข๐ณ๐ช๐ต๐บ,โ ๐๐ถ๐ณ๐ฆ๐ฏ ๐ณ๐ฆ๐ฑ๐ญ๐ช๐ฆ๐ฅ ๐ฅ๐ณ๐บ๐ญ๐บ, ๐ฑ๐ฆ๐ฆ๐ณ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ฐ๐ท๐ฆ๐ณ ๐ฉ๐ช๐ด ๐จ๐ญ๐ข๐ด๐ด๐ฆ๐ด. โ๐๐ฏ๐ญ๐ช๐ฌ๐ฆ ๐ด๐ฐ๐ฎ๐ฆ, ๐ ๐ฑ๐ณ๐ฆ๐ง๐ฆ๐ณ ๐ฑ๐ณ๐ฆ๐ค๐ช๐ด๐ช๐ฐ๐ฏ ๐ฐ๐ท๐ฆ๐ณ ๐ฑ๐ฆ๐ณ๐ง๐ฐ๐ณ๐ฎ๐ข๐ฏ๐ค๐ฆ.โ
Then, unexpectedlyโฆ smiled.
Ishani Rathore (ML's Sister)
๐๐ฏ๐ต๐ฆ๐ณ๐ฆ๐ด๐ต๐ช๐ฏ๐จ.
Vamika Mahajan (FL's Cousin)
Armaan Thakur (ML's Cousin)
Onstage, the spotlight fell on ๐ฉ๐ฎ๐บ๐ถ๐ธ๐ฎ and ๐๐ฟ๐บ๐ฎ๐ฎ๐ป.
Their dance โ elegant and effortless โ reminded everyone what this night was for.
Their joy was pure. Uncomplicated.
A rare thingโฆ in a gathering full of secrets.
But under the glamour, the tension simmered.
Eyes met. Glances lingered.
Shine Revencroft (FL)
๐
And across the room โ again โ ๐๐๐ฐ๐ถ๐ฎ๐ป looked at ๐ฆ๐ต๐ถ๐ป๐ฒ.
Not once. Not twice. ๐๐จ๐ข๐ช๐ฏ.
His gaze โ a heat that pierced straight through.
But beneath the music, something deeper had begun.
A pull. A spark. A storm.
The threads were no longer brushing.
They were ๐๐๐ถ๐๐๐ถ๐ป๐ด, tighteningโฆ
๐๐ฒ๐๐๐ถ๐ป๐ ๐๐ฎ๐ ๐๐๐ด๐ด๐ถ๐ป๐ด ๐๐ต๐ฒ๐บ ๐ฐ๐น๐ผ๐๐ฒ๐ฟ.
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