Chapter 45
The music had faded into the background for Arohi. She stepped off the dance floor, a small smile still lingering on her lips from the lighthearted dance with Arya. But the moment she turned toward the kids’ area, her heart skipped a beat. Ahan wasn’t there. The small group of children he had been playing with had dispersed. She scanned the area twice, then walked briskly through the venue—calling his name, checking under tables, by the food stalls, even near the pool area. Panic began to set in. She flagged down one of the event staff. “Have you seen a little boy? He’s wearing a lavender sherwani—he’s four.” The staff member shook his head politely. Arohi’s chest tightened. Her steps grew faster, her voice more urgent as she asked more people, eyes darting desperately. “Ahan? Wher
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