Chapter 44
The music still danced in the air, lights glowing like fireflies across the open resort lawn. The wedding had settled into that warm, happy hum—half the guests were dancing, others mingled and sipping drinks under starlit canopies. Arohi was still on the dance floor, her cheeks flushed from laughter and movement, swaying easily with Arya. For the first time in years, she felt free. Light. A little farther away, Ahan had returned from the kids' corner, a toy airplane clutched in his hand. His bright eyes scanned the area, searching for his mother. He didn’t spot her right away—but his gaze landed on someone else. A man in a cream sherwani, standing near the bar, his face oddly familiar. Ishaan. Ahan had seen him before—earlier during the ceremony. They’d waved at each other. The man h
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