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In a softly lit room adorned with fairy lights, the rhythmic beats of a Bollywood melody filled the air. The room was filled with the intoxicating aroma of incense, creating a dreamlike atmosphere. The ambiance was perfect for the enchanting dance of Siya.

Siya, draped in a mesmerizing light purple shade Anarkali, moved gracefully across the floor. The intricate golden embroidery on her dress glimmered as she twirled and swayed to the music. Her every movement was a poetic expression of joy and freedom.

The room was alive with the sound of the music, and Siya, lost in her own world, moved like a painting come to life. Her hands adorned with colorful bangles created a melodic symphony with every turn. The tinkling of the bangles blended seamlessly with the beats, adding an extra layer of charm to her dance.

Siya's infectious smile illuminated the room as she danced. Her eyes sparkled with joy, reflecting the pure bliss she felt in that moment. The music played from a Bluetooth speaker, guiding her through the steps of her impromptu performance.

Her long, flowing hair swirled around her like a cascade of silk as she spun and twirled. Each movement was a celebration of the music and the magic of the moment. The room seemed to fade away as Siya surrendered herself to the rhythm, dancing as if time itself had paused to witness the beauty of her expression.

As Siya concluded her dance, a gentle applause filled the room, breaking the enchanting silence that had wrapped around her. She turned around to find Riddhima Vansh Raisinghania, her vivacious and extroverted bhabhi (sister-in-law) standing there with a warm smile, clapping her hands in appreciation.

Siya, that was absolutely breathtaking! I had no idea you could dance like that, Riddhima exclaimed, her eyes reflecting genuine admiration.

Siya blushed at the praise and humbly replied, Thank you, bhabhi. It's just something I love doing.

Riddhima stepped forward, her radiant energy filling the room. Well, you should do it more often. You've got a gift, my dear. And I must say, you look absolutely stunning in that Anarkali. It suits you so well.

Siya's heart swelled with gratitude. She appreciated the genuine compliment from her bhabhi, who had become not just a sister-in-law but also a dear friend. Riddhima and Vansh, married for around five months, were the epitome of love in the Raisinghania household. Their affectionate banter and constant displays of love had become a source of joy for everyone.

Just then, Vansh entered the room, drawn by the applause and the lively atmosphere. His eyes lit up when he saw her sister and wife together. Siya, that was incredible! I had no idea you were hiding such talent.

Siya smiled, feeling a surge of happiness. Thank you, bhai. It's just a hobby, you know.

Riddhima interjected with a mischievous grin, A hobby you should definitely pursue more seriously. 

Siya laughed, appreciating the encouragement. Riddhima's bubbly nature had a way of making everyone feel at ease. Meanwhile, Ishani, Siya's bratty yet sweet elder sister, entered the room with a playful smirk.

Well, well, Siya, I must admit that was quite impressive. Maybe there's more to you than just the baby of the family.

Siya rolled her eyes in mock annoyance, and the room erupted in laughter. Despite their teasing, Ishani's affection for her family was undeniable.

Aryan, the fun-loving playboy cousin, joined the gathering, giving Siya a thumbs-up. Siya, that was awesome! You've got some serious moves. I should bring you to parties; you'd be the star of the dance floor!"

Siya blushed again, appreciating the support from her cousin. As the family gathered, sharing laughter and warmth, Siya couldn't help but feel grateful for the bonds she had with each member. Her heart swirled with a mix of joy, family love, and the unspoken understanding that this was a moment to be cherished.

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In the sprawling mansion the air held a sense of nostalgia and love. Virendra Mehta, a man in his late 50s, stood in a room adorned with memories. His gaze was fixed on a portrait that hung on the wall—a timeless depiction of his late wife, Poonam Mehta. The soft morning light filtered through the curtains, casting a warm glow on the cherished image.

27 saal ho gaye tumhe gaye hue lekin aaj bhi tumhari kami bahut mehsoos hoti hai, Virendra whispered, his voice filled with love and longing. Lekin hamara beta vo kami puri kar deta hai. Uski aankhein bilkul tumhari tarah hai, lekin handsome bilkul meri tarah.

As Virendra continued to speak, his reflection in the portrait's glass seemed to communicate with the image of his beloved wife. The room resonated with the quiet yet powerful connection between the past and the present.

Just then, the gentle voice of Sahil Mehta, Virendra and Poonam's son, floated into the room. Come on, Dad. Maa ko bhi pata hai kaun zyada handsome hai.

Virendra turned to face his son with a playful grin. Beta, agar main handsome nahi hota na, toh teri maa meri biwi nahi hoti.

Saahil rolled his eyes, a smile playing on his lips. Dad, maa khoobsurat thi, aur aap apne aap ko lucky samajhiye ki unhone aapse shaadi ki.

Their banter was interrupted by the announcement from the house helps that breakfast was ready. Virendra and Sahil exchanged a knowing look, a silent understanding passing between father and son. They took a moment to glance back at the portrait, their expressions reflecting both loss and gratitude.

As they made their way to the dining table, the aroma of breakfast filled the air, and the mansion seemed to echo with the presence of a love that transcended time. Virendra and Sahil, bound by memories and the shared a silent acknowledgment of the strength that the Mehta legacy carried forward.

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The sun spilled its golden hues through Siya's bedroom window, casting a warm glow as she prepared for her last year of college. She stood before the mirror, the gentle rustle of her light purple shade Anarkali filling the room as she moved. Her hand brushed through her flowing hair, and she looked at herself with determination in her eyes.

Siya's brother had offered her an internship position at their family company, but she declined. She was determined to forge her path independently. 

She looked herself in the mirror one last time and suddenly her gazed fell on the note that she has written last night and with that note she will buy the tulip flowers, now all these things that she is doing is not for herself well she will send the flowers and note to someone special. And she is been doing all this since she saw him.

The person whom she has been admiring since her first year of the college when she saw him for the first time when he came to the college to give the speech.

She was mesmerised to see him, his perfectly gelled hair, his brown eyes, his 6 ft height and the way that business suit was complimenting his body was alluring to her eyes.

She also saw him during his brother's wedding because he was the best friend of her bhabhi and all the time she was very nervous and excited to see him.

She remembers when she heard his name and she lost herself in his name, Sahil Mehta, the name and the person who can weak her to go on her knees. A silent love story that unfolded behind the scenes – a story known only to Siya and the man who had unknowingly become the muse of her heart.

The man himself don't know that he has a secret admirer.

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