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Vihan's POV

The music of the dhol reverberated in the air, the lively beats signaling the arrival of the baraat. The courtyard was a riot of colors, laughter, and anticipation. Everyone was gathered, craning their necks to catch a glimpse of the groom and his procession. I stood there, hands stuffed into my pockets, waiting for the Jindal family to welcome Baarat.
 
And then, she arrived.

Oh, my God!!

Roohi came with her family—her brother, Raj, and his wife, Myra. But it was Roohi who stole the moment, who stole the air from my lungs.

Her outfit was breathtaking—a lehenga in hues of wine and gold, a blend of traditional craftsmanship and contemporary elegance. The skirt flowed around her with a delicate sway, the intricate embroidery catching the light with every movement. The blouse was equally stunning, its fitted design adorned with sequins and beadwork that shimmered like stars. A sheer dupatta, edged in golden lace, draped gracefully over her shoulder, adding an ethereal touch. Her jewelry was all exquisite—a delicate choker of uncut rare diamonds, paired with matching earrings.

But it wasn’t just the outfit. Her beauty was otherworldly as if she had stepped out of a dream. Her hair was styled in soft waves that cascaded down her back, framing a face that glowed with an inner radiance. Her makeup was flawless, enhancing her natural features without overpowering them. Her lips carried a soft rose tint, and her eyes—those eyes—were lined perfectly, their depth pulling me in like they always did, only today it felt different. She looked like an angel, a fairy, so beautiful it almost hurt to look at her.

I should have looked away. But I didn’t. I couldn’t. My eyes were locked on her as if she were the only person in the crowd. The noise around me faded; even the vibrant celebration seemed dimmed in her presence. It was as if time itself had paused to marvel at her.

And yet, something was different. It wasn’t just her appearance, although she looked nothing short of divine. No, it was her demeanor, her attitude. She wasn’t the Roohi I knew—or at least, she didn’t act like her. The Roohi I knew was my best friend, the one who always looked for me in a room full of people, who saved her brightest smiles for me, who laughed at my worst jokes. This Roohi felt like someone else altogether. She carried herself with an air of confidence and independence that was new, almost disconcerting.

She didn’t scan the crowd to find me, didn’t give me her usual smile. She wasn’t waiting for me to turn toward her like she always did. It felt that she was avoiding me deliberately. And it stung.

I tried to shake it off. Maybe she was just busy, caught up in the whirlwind of the wedding preparations. Maybe I was imagining things. But the feeling wouldn’t go away. This Roohi wasn’t just dressed differently; she was different. It was as if she was her twin, someone who looked like her but wasn’t her. I couldn’t put my finger on it, but the realization unsettled me.

My heart skipped a beat when she caught a strand of her hair and tucked it behind her ear. It fluttered when she laughed softly at something her brother said. It ached when she walked past me without so much as a glance.

But why?

That was absolutely shocking!!

What's wrong with her?

She was not looking at me, and I  could not take my eyes off her. I looked around and saw that everyone around was looking at her and that bothered me. 

I should’ve been happy for her. She deserved to look this beautiful, to carry herself with such grace. But a part of me—the part I didn’t fully understand—resented it. Not her beauty, but the distance and her attitude.

She didn’t seem to care for me the way she always had. She didn’t act like I was the most important person in her world anymore, didn’t give me the special treatment that I had become used to getting from her, and that... that was unsettling.

What was wrong with me?

Or had I become invisible all of a sudden?

Why was she not looking for me in this crowd?

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