The hall had slowly quieted as everyone gathered around the stage. The soft golden lights reflected off the flowers arranged along the backdrop, while the sounds of laughter and conversation faded into an expectant silence. Aarohi stood beside Naina, her fingers absentmindedly smoothing the edge of her dupatta. She had been doing it for several minutes before Naina finally caught her hand and gave her an amused look.
“You're nervous,” Naina whispered, trying not to smile.
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