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Vivian offered his arm to Swara, and she hesitantly placed her hand on it, her eyes scanning the small gathering.

As the spotlight shone on them, Swara and Vivian stood poised for their engagement ceremony, surrounded by the intimate gathering of their closest family members. Swara's mother radiated joy, while Vivian's brother looked on with warm approval.

"Swara, our family members are ready," Vivian, her pretend groom, reminded her, his voice gentle.

Swara responded with a distracted "Mmm," her tone flat and disinterested, her mind clearly elsewhere.

Vivian's eyes flickered with a hint of concern, though he maintained a charming smile for the sake of the ceremony.

"Your mother has gone to bring the engagement ring," Vivian said, his tone growing slightly sharper as he tried to snap Swara back to attention.

Swara, however, remained absorbed in her phone, humming absentmindedly as she scrolled through her photos she taken just now.

Vivian's patience was wearing thin. "Auspicious time is nearing," he reminded her, his voice tight with irritation, as if warning her that time was running out for distractions.

Swara barely looked up, her response curt but dismissive. "I know, Vivi." Her tone was flat, betraying none of the anxiety or distraction that seemed to be plaguing her.

"Where is your so-called boss?" Vivian whined, his voice trembling with anxiety.

"He must be on the way, I guess," Swara replied nonchalantly, snapping another photo without looking up.

Vivian's eyes widened in panic. "What if he doesn't show up? I'm literally going to run out of here. I don't want to get 'taken care of' by my girlfriend, she will kill me" he said, his voice laced with sarcasm and fear, his face scrunched up in a pout.

"Don't worry, he will come because Sanskar Maheshwari's another name is Egoistic Maheshwari," she said with a smirk. "He won't let me go as he loves control in his way."

"Sanskar Maheshwari?" he repeated, his voice squeaking in surprise. His eyes bulged like a cartoon character's, and he looked like he had just been hit with a bombshell. "You mean the owner of Sangam, the Sanskar Maheshwari?" he asked, his tone laced with awe and trepidation.

Swara barely acknowledged his reaction, too busy posing for photos. "Offo Vivi, let me take pictures yaar," she said, handing him her phone. "Take my picture," she commanded, striking a pose with her hands on her waist, looking stylish and confident. Vivian's eyes darted between Swara and the phone, his mind still reeling from the mention of Sanskar Maheshwari's name.

As Swara stood before the pandit, the sacred fire crackling beside her, her mind began to wander. She scanned the surroundings, her eyes searching for a familiar figure. Where was Sanskar? The anxiety crept in, her thoughts racing with uncertainty. "Where the hell is he?" she thought, her frustration simmering just below the surface.

The ritual began, and Swara went through the motions, her responses automatic. Vivian, beside her, seemed to be holding his breath, ready to bolt at any moment. But Swara's heart wasn't in the ceremony. Her thoughts were consumed by Sanskar, her mind fixated on the possibility of him not showing up. "If he didn't come, I'll give his supari," she thought, a mix of anger and desperation swirling within her.

As the pandit droned on, Swara's gaze drifted off, her heart heavy with longing. She was trapped in this charade, unsure if she'd made a mistake by playing this game. The outcome hung precariously in the balance, and Swara's anxiety grew with each passing moment.

"Oh God, please do something," Vivian thought to himself, mentally panicking. "I don't want to get engaged to this witch. I love my Priya, and I promise I won't help any girl from now on." He made a despairing face inwardly, careful not to reveal his true feelings on his actual face. His eyes pleaded with the heavens, hoping for a miracle to save him from this predicament.

"How did I get stuck in this mess?" Vivian thought to himself, mentally lamenting his situation. "I was doing fine at the bank, but then my brain decided to take a vacation, and I ended up helping this witch. I just wanted to set up her love story, but now my own love story is getting messed up," he whispered, casting a disgruntled glance at Swara.

Swara, however, seemed entirely uninterested, her eyes gazing blankly ahead. "Stop being over dramatic, Vivi," she said, rolling her eyes inwardly while maintaining a fake smile as she continued with the rituals. Her tone was detached, but Vivian could sense a hint of amusement beneath her composed exterior.

"Dramatic? Did you just call me dramatic?" Vivian's eyes widened in mock offense, his voice laced with feigned hurt. He looked at Swara with a pained expression, his eyebrows furrowed in indignation. "How could you, Swara?" he whispered, trying to keep up the charade of being offended while still maintaining a veneer of calm for the sake of the ceremony.

Swara's face was a picture of innocence, her lips curled into a shy smile as she whispered, "If you don't shut your drama, I'll send our photo with the caption #engaged to my bestie... straight to Priya." The contrast between her demure expression and the mischievous glint in her eyes was striking.

Vivian's mock-offended expression faltered, replaced by a look of genuine alarm. "You wouldn't dare!" he whispered, his eyes darting between Swara's innocent face and the potential disaster that could unfold. The mischievous glint in Swara's eyes only heightened his anxiety, and he quickly composed himself, realizing he couldn't afford to react further. The threat hung in the air, and Vivian knew he was at Swara's mercy.

Vivian thought to himself, "What a life I lead... A ditch on one side and a well on the other" He mentally cursed his fate, feeling trapped between his friendship towards Swara and his love for Priya. The engagement ceremony seemed to be moving forward, but Vivian's mind was stuck in this dilemma, unsure of how to escape the mess he had gotten himself into.

"Mr. Maheshwari, what are you waiting for? Come soon and take your bride, so I can go to my own bride," Vivian pleaded, his voice laced with desperation. "Please, save this helpless man," he thought to himself, referring to his own predicament, as he anxiously awaited Sanskar's arrival to rescue him from this engagement mess.

der na ho jaye kahi der na ho jaye
der na ho jaye kahi der na ho jaye

aaja ve mahi tera rasta udik diyan
aaja ve mahi tera rasta udik diyan
rasta udik diyan rasta udik diyan
aaja ve mahi tera rasta udik diyan
aaja ve mahi tera rasta udik diyan
dar se hatti nahi najar aaja
aaja dil ki pukar par aaja
der karna teri aadat hi sahi
der se hi sahi magar aaja
der se hi sahi magar aaja aaja ve mahi

aaja ve mahi tera rasta udik diyan
aaja ve mahi tera rasta udik diyan
aaja ve mahi tera rasta udik diyan aaja ve mahi
aaja ve mahi tera rasta udik diyan
rasta udik diyan rasta udik diyan

Vivian's mind hummed with desperation as he glanced at the door every second, willing Sanskar to arrive and rescue him from the engagement.

Meanwhile, Swara's thoughts were a stark contrast, her mental knife digging deep into Sanskar's heart, her imagination replaying their complicated history and fueling her emotions. The ritual continued around them, but their minds were elsewhere, each lost in their own turmoil.

"The engagement cannot happen," a voice boomed through the hall, bringing an abrupt silence. Vivian's eyes widened in relief as he thanked the almighty, but his gratitude was short-lived. His face lost all color as he took in the identity of the person who had spoken, his eyes fixed on the figure standing before him.

The person, stick in hand, strode towards Vivian, hitting him with each step. "Ouch! Meri maa, please stop! It's hurting!" Vivian cried out, his pleas falling on deaf ears as he frantically ran around the hall, desperately trying to evade the blows. The sound of the stick hitting and Vivian's cries filled the air.

The guests watched in stunned silence, their faces a mix of shock and confusion as Vivian ran around the hall, dodging the stick. Meanwhile, Swara's eyes sparkled with amusement, and she couldn't help but giggle at the comical scene unfolding before her. Her laughter was barely contained, and she seemed to be thoroughly enjoying the spectacle, her earlier intensity momentarily forgotten in the face of Vivian's state.

The atmosphere in the hall shifted dramatically as Sanskar entered, his commanding presence drawing everyone's attention. With an air of confidence and authority, he strode straight to Swara, retrieved the ring from his pocket, and slid it onto her ring finger in a possessive gesture. "Didn't I say the groom would come to get engaged?" he smirked, pulling her close to himself.

The room seemed to hold its breath as Sanskar's words hung in the air, his eyes locked on Swara's. "Dare you to pull such a stunt again, Miss Swara Bose," he whispered, his voice low and husky, "or else I'll have to put on a stunt of kissing you in front of the whole world." The threat was veiled, but the promise in his eyes was unmistakable, leaving Swara and everyone else in the room breathless.

"You can't threaten my daughter and force her into relationship Mr Maheshwari" her mother said angrily

Sanskar's smirk never wavered as he turned to Swara's mother. "I'm not threatening her, Mrs. Bose," he said calmly, his voice dripping with confidence. "I'm making a promise. And as for forcing her into a relationship," he glanced at Swara, his eyes gleaming with intensity, "I think it's a bit too late for that. She's already mine." The room fell silent, the air thick with tension as Sanskar's words hung in the air, daring anyone to challenge him.

The atmosphere in the hall shifted from tension to panic as Vivian dramatically fell to the ground, clutching his back and wrist. "haaye mera kamar, Mera haat" (Oh, my back! My hand!) he wailed, his voice echoing through the hall "You chudail, why are you not stopping her? Tere saiyaan ji a gaye na toh muje kyu thod rahi ho? Bachao bolo ise ye sab tera khurafati dimag ka plan hai... Me innocent hu"  (You witch, why are you not stopping her? Your husband has arrived, so why are you beating me? Save me, tell her to stop! This is all your devious plan, isn't it? I'm innocent!") he cried out, his performance earning gasps and stifled giggles from the onlookers.

Swara's eyes rolled in exasperation, while Sanskar's expression remained stern, though a hint of amusement danced in his eyes.

Swara's mother looks at her feeling betrayed "shona, what's all this?" She demanded.

As Lakshya helped Vivian to his feet, Priya sat on the floor, wailing loudly. "I've been ruined, destroyed!" she exclaimed, her eyes blazing with anger as she glared at Vivian. "I trusted you, and this is what you do? Get engaged to your best friend?" she accused, her voice rising in indignation.

"Don't think I'm abla nari and will sit quiet. I will not leave you.. tera jeena mushkil kar dungi. I will train a dog and will instruct to beat you then me tera shampoo me fevicol mila dungi, and haa tere butta me itna murch dalungi ki tum na pura laal para lago aur tere bank me gunde bej dungi tere saare paise loot lungi, tere woh new wala bike ko gatar ne fek dungi"

(Don't think I'm a weak woman who'll sit quietly," she threatened. "I won't let you go. I'll make your life miserable. I'll train a dog to beat you, and then I'll mix glue in your shampoo. And, I'll stuff so much chili in your butta that you'll turn bright red. I'll send goons to your bank to loot all your money, and I'll get your new bike thrown into a ditch)." Her tirade was a mix of humor and fury, leaving everyone in stitches, including Vivian, who looked both terrified and amused.

Sanskar's eyes sparkled with amusement as he watched Priya's outburst, her creative threats and punishments painting a vivid picture in his mind. "Is she a girl or a whirlwind?" he thought to himself.

Swara's eyes sparkled with amusement as she watched Priya's tirade, a knowing glint in her eye. "You called her here, didn't you?" she asked Sanskar, her voice laced with a hint of mischief.

Sanskar shrugged nonchalantly. "Why should girls always have all the fun? Let him enjoy his share," he said with a smirk, his eyes gleaming with amusement as he watched Vivian squirm under Priya's threats. The two of them seemed to be enjoying the drama unfolding before them, their banter adding to the tension and humor in the room.

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trepidation meaning "fear, apprehension, anxiety, dread, nervousness, and uneasiness"

Bolt meaning "to leave suddenly and quickly, often in a hurried or secretive manner."