The vibrant lights of the Sangeet party danced over the elegantly decorated venue, creating a kaleidoscope of colors that set the tone for the evening. The air was filled with laughter, the clinking of glasses, and the energetic beats of Bollywood music. Guests mingled in their finest attire, enjoying the festivities as they celebrated the upcoming union of Veer and Amrita.

Aisha Kapoor, dressed in a striking red saree that accentuated her figure and complemented her glowing complexion, stood by the edge of the dance floor. The rich fabric flowed gracefully around her, the intricate embroidery catching the light with every movement. She felt the weight of the evening's significance, but also the lingering discomfort of her strained relationship with Arjun's current girlfriend,
Ira.

Ira, in contrast, wore a lavish but slightly gaudy outfit, her makeup heavily applied and her demeanor overtly dramatic. She had been making snide remarks about Aisha since arriving, her insecurities manifesting as contempt. Tonight was no different. As Ira stood with Arjun, she made it a point to remain close to him, her hand possessively entwined with his.

Arjun tried to focus on the festivities, but his gaze frequently wandered back to Aisha. The sight of her in the red saree was almost irresistible, and he couldn't help but be captivated by her presence.

Despite his efforts to maintain his composure, he found himself drawn to Aisha's elegance and grace, which was causing a stir of emotions within him.

Ira's discomfort was palpable. She had always felt overshadowed by Aisha, and tonight was no exception. Her eyes narrowed as she watched Arjun's distracted glances. As Aisha approached them to chat, Ira's mood soured even further.

"Arjun, darling, why don't you come and dance with me?" Ira said in a voice that was more demanding than inviting.

Arjun hesitated, glancing at Aisha. "Sure, just a minute."
As Arjun and Ira moved towards the dance floor, Ira made a deliberate show of ignoring Aisha, her cold shoulder only adding to the tension. The evening wore on, with Ira's passive-aggressive behavior becoming more apparent. She made a series of barbed comments, clearly meant to undermine Aisha.

"So, Aisha, how are things going with your event planning business?" Ira asked with a forced smile, clearly not interested in the answer.

"It's going well," Aisha replied, her tone polite but slightly strained. "Busy with Veer's wedding and a few other projects."

"Must be nice to be so busy," Ira said with a hint of sarcasm.

"I suppose it keeps you from finding someone to actually settle down with."

Aisha's eyes widened slightly, but she kept her composure. "I'm quite content with my work, thanks."

The conversation drifted away, but the underlying tension remained. Aisha found herself increasingly uncomfortable, but she tried to focus on the festivities and not let Ira's behavior affect her.

The music was loud, and the guests were fully immersed in the celebration. Drinks flowed freely, and the lively dance floor was a testament to the night's exuberance.

Aisha decided to take a break from the chaos and found a quiet corner where she could watch the revelry from a distance.

As the night progressed, the effects of the alcohol began to take their toll on many guests. Veer Oberoi, noticeably drunk, was having a hard time maintaining his composure. His joviality had turned into a more reckless behavior as he moved through the crowd, his eyes landing on Misha Khan, who was also visibly intoxicated but trying to keep her demeanor professional.

Veer's gaze lingered on Misha, a mixture of desire and confusion in his eyes. He approached her with a slightly unsteady gait, his voice slurred but determined.
"Misha, can we talk somewhere... private?"

Misha looked up, her eyes meeting his with a mix of curiosity and caution. "Sure, Veer. What's up?"

Without waiting for a response, Veer took her hand and guided her away from the crowded dance floor. He led her to a quieter corner of the venue, away from the prying eyes of the guests. The dim lighting and secluded atmosphere created an intime etting that only heightened the tenoron between them.

Once they were alone, Veer turned to Misha with a look of intense desire. "I just had to know how this felt," he said, his voice barely above a whisper before he leaned in and kissed her.

Misha was taken aback for a moment but soon found herself kissing him back. The kiss was full of raw passion, fueled by the alcohol and their suppressed emotions.
Veer's hands roamed over Misha's body, his touch igniting a fire within her.

As their kiss deepened, Veer's hands moved with increasing urgency. He lifted Misha's lehenga, his fingers grazing her skin with an intent that left her breathless.
In a sudden surge of need, he pulled off her dupatta, tossing it aside as he continued to explore her body.

Misha gasped, her senses overwhelmed by the intensity of the moment. Veer's hands found their way to her core, and he began to touch her with a deliberate, sensual motion. The pleasure was immediate and powerful, and Misha's moans of pleasure filled the quiet corner.

The pleasure built rapidly, and Misha soon reached her climax. The overwhelming sensations left her feeling disoriented and vulnerable. As she caught her breath, she looked at Veer, who was still caught up in the aftermath of their encounter.

Feeling a wave of embarrassment and regret, Misha quickly gathered her dupatta and tried to compose herself. "I-I need to go," she stammered, her cheeks flushed with a mix of shame and residual pleasure. Without waiting for a response, she fled the corner, her movements hurried and frantic.
As Misha made her way through the venue, she nearly collided with Amrita, who was coming from the direction of the restrooms. Amrita looked at her with a concerned expres-n, sensing something was off.

"Misha, are you okay?" Amrita asked.

Misha forced a smile, her mind still reeling from the encounter. "Just work stress," she said, her voice trembling slightly. "I'm fine, really. I just need to get some fresh air."

Before Amrita could ask more questions, Misha quickly walked past her and out of the venue. The night air was cool against her flushed skin, but it did little to soothe the turmoil inside her. The reality of what had just happened hit her hard, and she felt a deep sense of regret.

Amrita watched Misha leave, her concern quickly fading as she returned to the festivities. She had a lot on her mind, but she didn't give Misha's sudden departure a second thought. The Sangeet night was meant to be a celebration, and she was determined to enjoy it despite the minor disruptions.

Back inside, Veer stood alone in the corner, the effects of the alcohol and the intensity of his encounter with Misha weighing heavily on him. He felt a mix of confusion and regret but tried to push it aside and focus on the remaining celebrations. The night was far from over, and there was still much to be done before the wedding.

As the final guests began to leave and the venue started to quiet down, Amrita continued to enjoy the party, trying to ignore the uneasy feeling she had about the evening. The Sangeet had been an eventful night, but she remained focused on the upcoming wedding and the joy it would bring.

For now, the Sangeet night ended with a sense of anticipation and uncertainty about the future.