Akriti stood frozen, her heart racing as she watched Aviraj step out of the helicopter. The chaos of the wedding preparations faded into the background, and all she could see was him. His presence was magnetic, drawing her closer despite the tumult of emotions swirling within her. She was acutely aware of the way her body responded to him, a mix of desire and confusion that left her breathless.

As Aviraj scanned the crowd, his piercing gaze seemed to lock onto hers, igniting a spark that sent shivers down her spine. But before she could move, the moment shattered as her mother called for her, dragging her back into reality. "Akriti, come help with the decorations!" her mother shouted, oblivious to the turmoil in her daughter's heart.