Amidst the lovely music and twinkling lights of a party, Samrat’s dance moves drew everyone’s attention. His carefree energy was infectious and the room seemed to revolve around his joyful presence. Among the many onlookers was Sanjana, her gaze fixed on Samrat.
Sanjana had been forced to attend the party by her mother who was hoping her daughter could find a suitable matrimonial match in the event. The mission wasn’t easy, given Sanjana had always dreamt of marrying an Indian Air Force pilot. The thought of soaring through the skies alongside a dashing aviator held a special place in her heart. But that night, as she saw Samrat on the dance floor, something shifted within her. As he twirled, a genuine smile played on his lips and his eyes sparkled. It was as if he was in perfect sync with the rhythm of life. The way he danced was a reflection of the unburdened spirit he seemingly was. Hynotized by him, Sanjana wondered if she was that rigid about what she wanted from a matrimonial match. With a start, she realised that she had been searching for an image, a profession, rather than a person or his essence.
Over the next few weeks, Sanjana and Samrat’s paths crossed again, at a coffee shop this time. They introduced each other and found themselves sharing conversations that flowed effortlessly. Sanjana discovered that Samrat’s passion was not in the skies as a pilot but in the written word. He was a journalist and an avid blogger, crafting stories that took readers on journeys of imagination.
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