As the day faded into evening, the atmosphere at Aarav and Manvi's residence buzzed with anticipation and excitement. The Sangeet night was approaching, a celebration awaited by friends and family alike. Throughout the mansion, there was a flurry of activity as everyone prepared for the joyous occasion.

In the courtyard, under a canopy adorned with twinkling fairy lights and colorful drapes, musicians were tuning their instruments, their melodies drifting through the air like a promise of merriment. The aroma of freshly cooked delicacies wafted from the kitchen, adding to the festive ambiance.

Guests began to arrive, dressed in vibrant traditional attire, their faces lit up with smiles and laughter. Women adorned in elegant sarees and lehengas chatted animatedly, their intricate jewelry sparkling under the soft glow of lanterns. Men in traditional kurtas and sherwanis mingled with each other, exchanging greetings and sharing anecdotes.

Inside the mansion, rooms were transformed into dressing areas and lounges, bustling with activity. Makeup artists delicately enhanced the natural beauty of the women, while hairstylists created intricate designs adorned with fresh flowers. The sound of laughter and music echoed through the halls, blending into a harmonious symphony of joy and anticipation.

In one corner, Aarav was getting ready with the help of his close friends, his attire reflecting the grandeur of the occasion. His eyes shone with happiness, eager to join the festivities and celebrate with his loved ones. Nearby, Manvi was assisted by her relatives, her presence radiant in a resplendent lehenga adorned with intricate embroidery and jewels. Despite the recent emotional turmoil, she exuded grace and elegance, her heart filled with anticipation for the evening ahead.

Outside, under the starlit sky, the courtyard transformed into a stage of celebration. The musicians played traditional melodies, their rhythm enticing guests to sway to the beat. Colorful decorations adorned every corner, creating a magical backdrop for the evening's festivities.

As the sun set and the moon ascended, casting a gentle glow over the gathering, the air was filled with an undeniable sense of joy and unity. The Sangeet night was not just a celebration of love and togetherness but also a testament to the resilience of bonds forged in the face of challenges.

Khushi stood confidently on the stage, her smile bright and infectious as she held the microphone. The Sangeet night had finally arrived, and she was thrilled to kick off the celebrations for Mr. and Mrs. Malhotra.

"Hello everyone! Welcome to the Sangeet Night of Mr. and Mrs. Malhotra!" Khushi's voice carried across the gathering, prompting applause and cheers from the assembled guests. She clapped enthusiastically, setting the tone for the festive evening ahead.

"Toh ladies and gentlemen, iss night ki shuruwat karte hai bride and groom ki entry se," Khushi announced with excitement, her words met with eager anticipation from the crowd.

As she spoke, the lights in the courtyard dimmed gradually, drawing everyone's attention to the entrance. Amidst the soft glow of fairy lights and the gentle melody of traditional music, Aarav and Manvi appeared hand in hand at the threshold. The spotlight focused on them, illuminating their radiant smiles and elegant attire.

A hushed murmur of admiration swept through the guests as they watched the couple make their way gracefully towards the stage. Aarav, dressed in a regal sherwani, exuded charm and confidence, his eyes fixed lovingly on Manvi. She, adorned in a resplendent lehenga that shimmered under the lights, looked every bit the epitome of grace and beauty.

The atmosphere crackled with joy and warmth as Aarav and Manvi reached the stage, their presence commanding the attention of everyone present. Khushi stepped forward to greet them, her own eyes shining with pride and happiness for her parents.

With a heartfelt applause and cheers resonating around them, Aarav and Manvi stood side by side on the stage, their hands intertwined a visual testament to their love and the journey that had led them to this unforgettable moment.

As the spotlight bathed them in a soft, ethereal glow, Aarav and Manvi stood together on the stage amidst the enchanting ambiance of the Sangeet night. The gentle strains of a romantic melody filled the air, setting the rhythm for their dance. Aarav held Manvi's hand tenderly, his eyes reflecting a deep love and admiration as they gazed into each other's eyes.

Manvi's heart raced with excitement and happiness, her hand resting lightly on Aarav's shoulder as they swayed to the music. The world around them seemed to fade away, leaving only the two of them enveloped in a cocoon of love and togetherness.

Aarav smiled warmly at Manvi, his voice soft yet filled with emotion as he spoke, "You look absolutely breathtaking tonight, Manvi."

Manvi blushed, her cheeks tinged with a rosy hue as she replied softly, "aur Aaravji... aap hamesha meri dhadkhan rukwa dete hai."

Their dance continued with graceful movements, each step a silent expression of their deep connection and affection. As they twirled and moved in perfect harmony, the guests watched in awe, captivated by the genuine love that radiated between them.

"You know," Aarav murmured, his gaze unwavering as he held Manvi close, "every moment with you feels like a dream come true."

Manvi's eyes shimmered with tears of joy, overwhelmed by the sincerity in Aarav's words. "Aaravji aap meri takaat hai, himmat hai," she whispered, her voice barely audible over the music. "I am so grateful to have you in my life."

Their dance slowed to a gentle sway, their foreheads touching as they savored the closeness and intimacy of the moment. Aarav brushed a stray strand of hair from Manvi's face, his touch feather-light and filled with tenderness.

"And I am grateful for you, Manvi," Aarav replied softly, his voice filled with warmth. "You've brought light and love into every corner of my world."

The music reached its crescendo, blending seamlessly with the beating of their hearts. Aarav and Manvi held each other close, their souls intertwined in a dance that spoke volumes of their unbreakable bond and the promises they held dear.

As the applause and cheers erupted around them, Aarav and Manvi shared a knowing smile, their love story continuing to unfold in the midst of laughter, music, and the timeless magic of their Sangeet night.

Khushi stood at the edge of the stage, her eyes shimmering with unshed tears of happiness as she watched her parents, Aarav and Manvi, dance together with such grace and love. The music filled the air, its melodious notes weaving around them like a cocoon of warmth and affection.

She couldn't help but smile as she observed their every move, each step a testament to the bond they shared—a bond that had weathered storms and stood strong against all odds. Aarav's tender gaze towards Manvi, and Manvi's radiant smile in return, spoke volumes of their deep love and understanding.

The tears welled up in Khushi's eyes, reflecting the overwhelming joy and pride she felt for her parents. It wasn't just their dance that moved her; it was the years of love, sacrifice, and unwavering support they had shown her and each other.

As Aarav and Manvi twirled gracefully on the stage, Khushi's heart swelled with gratitude. She wiped a tear from her cheek, her lips curved in a gentle smile, as she whispered to herself, "Thank you, dost, dadda, for showing me what true love looks like."

In that moment, amidst the celebration and the music, Khushi found herself filled with a profound sense of contentment and happiness, knowing that she was witnessing a love story that would continue to inspire and uplift her for years to come.

Manvi gazed at Khushi with a mixture of emotions swirling inside her. The Sangeet night had been a whirlwind of joy and celebration, yet beneath the surface, there lingered a lingering unease stemming from Khushi's recent behavior.

She couldn't help but ponder the contradictions she had observed in Khushi's demeanor. Just moments ago, Khushi had been visibly moved to tears of happiness witnessing Aarav and Manvi's dance—a clear display of affection and support. However, Manvi couldn't shake off the memory of Khushi's recent coldness and distance, especially when Maya seemed to be influencing her.

Khushi's behavior had been a puzzle a contrast between moments of warmth and moments of aloofness. In Aarav's absence, Manvi had sensed a subtle shift in their relationship, a distance that hadn't been there before Maya reappeared in their lives. It was as if Khushi's heart was pulled in two directions one towards her mother, and the other, perhaps unwittingly, under Maya's manipulative influence.

Manvi sighed softly, her concern for Khushi weighing heavily on her heart. She knew the impact Maya could have, having witnessed firsthand the turmoil she had caused between friends and even between herself and Khushi. She wanted to understand Khushi's feelings, to bridge the gap that seemed to widen whenever Maya's presence loomed.

As the music continued to play and the festivities carried on around them, Manvi made a silent vow to herself to find a way to reach Khushi, to reassure her of their bond, and to protect her from the shadows of Maya's manipulation. Deep down, she hoped that their shared moments of love and happiness would eventually prevail over any external influences trying to sow seeds of doubt and division.

Manvi stood amidst the lively Sangeet night, the air filled with music and laughter, yet her mind was preoccupied with Aarav's request. She glanced over at him across the room, where he stood with a serious expression, signaling her to join him privately. The intensity in his eyes was unmistakable, a plea for a moment away from the crowd.

However, aware of the numerous guests around them, Manvi hesitated. She knew the implications of leaving the festivities, but Aarav's insistence stirred a conflict within her. As she hesitated, Aarav's expression hardened, his frustration palpable. Without a word, he turned and strode purposefully towards the guest room.

Manvi sighed softly, a mix of exasperation and understanding. "Aaravji bhi na! Nahi jaungi toh aayenge hi nahi bahar," she muttered to herself, knowing his determination once he set his mind to something.

Gathering her resolve, she followed in his footsteps, weaving through the jubilant crowd towards the guest room.

Inside, the guest room Aarav had been standing near the window waiting for Manvi to arrive. He felt the presence and a smile appears on his face. He turned and saw the figure in darkness standing just a few inches away from him.

"Mujhe pata tha tum zaroor aaogi! Kitna satati ho tum..." Aarav teased lightly, trying to break the silence that hung between them.

The figure continued to stand silently, causing Aarav to chuckle softly. "Ab bol kyun nahi rahi ho kuch? Waise accha hai warna lecture hi dogi!" he added with a playful tone, stepping closer and reaching out to grasp the figure's hand.

Aarav's touch was warm and reassuring, his fingers gently squeezing hers as he spoke from the heart. "Manvi, meri beti 12 saal bin maa ke badi hui hai... Main uske saath tha lekin usne kabhi mujhe usey pyaar karne ka mauka nahi diya. Wada karo mujhse, Manvi, tum meri beti ko mujhse zyada pyaar karogi hamesha, aur jo kuch meri sauteli Maa Sumitra ne mere saath kiya... Usse hamesha usse bachake rakhogi."

Silence greeted Aarav's heartfelt plea, and he looked at the figure expectantly. "Bol kyun nahi ho tum kuch, Manvi?" he asked softly, his voice filled with earnestness and hope.

Then, a voice cut through the darkness, chilling Aarav to the core. "Aarav, apni beti ke akhir sauteli maa le hi aaye tum."

His hand immediately released hers as if burned, and he stepped back in shock. For a brief moment, he clung to the hope that it wasn't his dreadful past standing before him, but his hopes were dashed as Maya stepped into the light.

Maya's presence cast a shadow over the room, her eyes gleaming with a mixture of triumph and malice. Aarav's heart sank, the weight of past betrayals and manipulations crashing down on him once again.

He struggled to find words, his mind reeling from the realization that Maya had infiltrated yet another intimate moment, casting doubt and fear where there should have been trust and love. Aarav's gaze flickered to the doorway, where he hoped against hope that Manvi hadn't witnessed Maya's intrusion, praying silently that their fragile happiness wouldn't be shattered once more.

The Sangeet night had been alive with music and celebration, but for Aarav, the festivities held no joy. As Maya approached him, a chill ran down his spine, memories he had long buried surged to the forefront of his mind like a tidal wave crashing against his sanity.

Her presence was suffocating, a stark reminder of the nightmare he had endured in the past. A forced marriage, built on lies and manipulation, had shackled him to her control. Maya's facade of love had swiftly turned into a relentless grip on his life, marked by cruel punishments and torment that scarred both his body and soul. The memories of her ruthless acts, her relentless pursuit to keep him imprisoned in her web, haunted him still.

Aarav found himself cornered against the wall, his heart pounding with fear and anxiety. Maya's fingers traced lightly across his face, a sinister gesture that sent shivers down his spine. Her words, dripping with an unsettling mix of malice and obsession, echoed in the room. "Aaj bhi mera khauf tumhare andar hai, Aarav! Aakhir Maya ko tum kabhi nikaal nahi paaye ho apne dil se."

He recoiled at her touch, his body tense with dread. Despite his best efforts to remain composed, the cracks in his facade began to show. "Kya chahti ho tum?" he managed to choke out, his voice betraying the turmoil within.

"Tumhe chahti hun," she replied, her voice a chilling whisper that seemed to reverberate in the silence of the room.

"Just leave from here!" Aarav's command was laced with desperation, his voice faltering as he struggled to maintain his composure in the face of her relentless presence.

Maya's gaze bore into him, a twisted mix of fascination and possessiveness. She lingered for a moment longer, relishing the discomfort she caused him, before finally turning away with a haunting smile. The room seemed to exhale as she departed, leaving Aarav alone with the suffocating weight of his past.

He stood there, his back against the wall, grappling with the memories that threatened to consume him once more. The air was heavy with the remnants of their encounter, a reminder that some ghosts never truly leave they linger, lurking in the shadows, waiting for the slightest crack to reemerge and haunt anew.

Outside, the Sangeet function was in full swing, with music filling the air and guests laughing and dancing, oblivious to the turmoil unfolding inside the mansion. Aarav, however, was trapped in a personal hell of memories and fear.

Meanwhile, Manvi had been on her way to meet Aarav in the guest room, her heart heavy with concern for him. However, as she made her way through the bustling crowd of guests, she was repeatedly stopped by well-wishers and relatives, each wanting to share a moment with the bride and groom, delaying her progress.

Frustrated but maintaining her poise, Manvi finally managed to extricate herself from the well-wishers and hurried towards Aarav's room. Anxiety gnawed at her as she wondered what might be troubling him, her steps quickening with each passing second.

As she approached Aarav's room, she saw a figure stepping out, their presence casting a shadow over her already troubled thoughts. Her heart raced with a mix of anticipation and dread, wondering who it could be. Was it Maya, returning to torment Aarav once more? Or someone else with their own agenda?

With a deep breath, Manvi pushed open the door to Aarav's room, her eyes widening at the scene that unfolded before her. The room seemed charged with an eerie tension, Aarav standing alone, his back to her, his posture tense and troubled. His face, usually a portrait of strength and warmth, now bore the weight of anguish and vulnerability.

The sight pierced Manvi's heart. She moved closer to him, her concern palpable. "Aaravji," she whispered softly, her voice a soothing balm amidst the storm raging within him.

Aarav turned slowly, his eyes meeting hers, filled with a mixture of relief and sorrow. He struggled to find the words to explain, to shield her from the darkness that threatened to engulf them both.

Manvi reached out, her touch gentle yet firm, a silent reassurance that she was there for him, no matter the storm. They stood together in that moment, amidst the chaos of the celebration outside, finding solace in each other's presence, as they confronted the shadows of their past and the uncertainties of their future.