"I love you, Nyra, and I'll always choose you, no matter what. There's something between us that's inseparable, like we're destined to be together. You're mine, and I'll protect you fiercely."
~Abhay Rajput
[In the evening, at Rajput's house, the Mehendi ceremony is underway. The room is adorned with colorful decorations, and guests are gathered around, eagerly participating in the festivities. Amidst the cheerful atmosphere, Nyra sits quietly, her heart heavy with unspoken emotions.]
Nyra (whispering to herself): "I wish I could tell Abhay how I feel, but seeing him happy with Shruti is all that matters."
[Meanwhile, Abhay stands at a distance, watching Nyra with a mixture of concern and longing.]
[As the Mehendi ceremony continues, Nyra's gaze occasionally meets Abhay's, but she quickly looks away, masking her feelings.]
Abhay's Mother: "Nyra, come join us for Mehendi. It's a celebration of love and togetherness!"
Nyra (forcing a smile): "Of course, aunty. I'll join in a moment."
[Despite her inner turmoil, Nyra joins the festivities, applying Mehendi on her hands alongside the other guests. Abhay continues to steal glances at her, his heart heavy with the knowledge of her unspoken affection.]
[The evening wears on, filled with laughter and music, yet beneath the surface, a silent love story unfolds amidst the Mehendi ceremony at Rajput's house.]
[Shruti approaches Nyra, a mischievous glint in her eyes, and leans in to whisper.]
Shruti: "Nyra, now Abhay will be mine forever, and you can only admire him from afar."
[Nyra's heart sinks at Shruti's words, but she maintains her composure.]
Nyra (with a forced smile): "I'm happy for both of you, Shruti. Abhay deserves all the happiness in the world."
[Inside, Nyra's heart aches with the weight of unspoken feelings, but she knows she must keep them hidden for the sake of Abhay's happiness.]
[Shruti nods triumphantly, seemingly oblivious to Nyra's inner turmoil, and returns to the festivities, leaving Nyra to wrestle with her emotions in silence.]
[As the Mehendi ceremony progresses, Tasmia gracefully applies Mehendi on her hands, her movements fluid and confident. Zayan, standing at a distance, watches her with admiration, his heart racing with every glance.]
Zayan (to himself): "Tasmia looks even more beautiful tonight. I wish I could gather the courage to tell her how I feel."
[Unable to resist any longer, Zayan picks up a Mehendi cone and carefully writes Tasmia's name on his hand, a tender smile gracing his lips as he admires his handiwork.]
Zayan (softly): "One day, I'll gather the courage to express my feelings to her. Until then, I'll cherish these silent moments of admiration."
[With Tasmia's name etched on his hand, Zayan's heart swells with hope, fueling his silent devotion amidst the bustling Mehendi ceremony.]
[As Nyra rushes upstairs to remove her Mehendi, her pace quickens, but suddenly, she missteps and twists her ankle, losing her balance. Just as she begins to fall, Abhay swiftly catches her hand and instinctively grabs her by the waist to prevent her from tumbling.]
Abhay: "Careful there, Nyra. Let me help you."
[Nyra, caught off guard and flustered, tries to brush off Abhay's assistance, ignoring his outstretched hand.]
Nyra: "I'm fine, Abhay. I don't need your help."
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