As the first light of dawn crept through the curtains, Avneet stirred from her slumber, a flutter of excitement in her heart. Today was no ordinary day; it was the day her hands would be painted with the intricate designs of mehendi, symbolizing the love and union between her and Shubman. With a gentle stretch, she rose from her bed, her thoughts already adrift in the day's festivities.

She stepped into the warm embrace of the shower, letting the water cascade over her, washing away the remnants of sleep. Wrapped in a cocoon of anticipation, she meticulously applied moisturizer, her skin drinking in the hydration. As she sat before the mirror, the makeup artist arrived, a kit of colors in hand, ready to transform Avneet into the bride she was soon to become.

Time seemed to stand still as the artist worked her magic, and two hours later, Avneet emerged, a vision of bridal beauty. She was adorned in a multi-layered lehenga, a tapestry of pink and purple hues interwoven with golden threads that danced in the light. The golden choker around her neck was a statement of elegance, complementing the maangtika and bangles that jingled with her every move.

The dupatta, a sheer veil of tradition, rested gently on her shoulders, its edges kissing the air as she walked. Her hair, a cascade of locks, flowed freely, framing her face, while the golden eyeshadow added a touch of glamour to her radiant look.

With grace in her step, Avneet made her way to the venue, where the mehendi artist awaited her arrival. As the artist began to trace the designs on her hands, Ishan approached, his voice carrying the weight of tradition, "Lagna samārambhācī āhē prathā mēhandīcī, kutūhala vāṭē sarvānā ticyā lāla raṅgācī."

A rosy blush bloomed on Avneet's cheeks as she playfully retorted, "Gappa basa, Ishu. Tū malā kā ciḍavata āhēsa? Jā tujhyā best friend ciḍava."

Ishan's teasing continued, "Yeah, he is still standing in front of the mirror, bhabhi." Little did he know, Shubman had been there all along, overhearing the banter. Leaning in, Shubman whispered a playful threat into Ishan's ear, prompting a frozen moment before Ishan turned, a sheepish grin spreading across his face, and he made a hasty retreat.

The arrival of Yashasvi brought a new warmth to the gathering, his greeting to Shubman, "Hello, bhai," met with a brotherly embrace. Shubman then introduced his friend to Avneet, the bonds of friendship and love intertwining in that simple exchange.

Yashasvi's smile was infectious, and as he conversed with Shubman, a light-hearted jest about the marital status of their cricket team brought laughter to the air. The conversation shifted to Shahneel, Shubman's sister, who stood in the company of Avneet's brother, her happiness evident even from afar.

As Yashasvi departed to greet Shahneel, Shubman offered Avneet refreshments, only to be met with her gentle refusal. She urged him to mingle, to enjoy the company of his friends, but Shubman's heart was anchored by her side. "I want to be here and spend some time with you," he confessed, his words a testament to the depth of his affection.

Avneet's giggle was like music, her reassurance that their future was entwined together a melody of forever. Yet, she insisted he take this time to be with his friends, sending him on a mission to remind Shahneel of her own mehendi appointment.

Shubman found Shahneel deep in conversation with Yashasvi, and with a brother's gentle nudge, he relayed Avneet's message. Together, they encountered Athiya and Anushka, the trio soon enveloped in discussions of family and the little ones who brought joy to their lives.

The mehendi ceremony continued, a circle of women gathered around Avneet, their hands becoming canvases of art. Athiya's musings on Avneet's unexpected union with Shubman sparked curiosity, leading to a revelation of past industry rumors and the bonds that had since formed.

In a moment of spontaneity, Avneet beckoned Shubman to share a glimpse of their love with the world, prompting him to select a cherished photograph for Instagram. His compliance was met with a tender kiss, a silent exchange of affection that needed no words.

Shubman's inquiry was met with Avneet's playful dismissal, her question a tease that belied the depth of their connection. His proclamation of love was as sincere as it was simple, and with a final kiss, he rejoined his friends, leaving Avneet to bask in the joy of the day, surrounded by love, laughter, and the promise of a shared future.

The mehendi ceremony had left everyone in high spirits, and the joyous mood was only amplified by the sumptuous lunch that followed. As the afternoon sun began to wane, Avneet retreated to the sanctuary of her room, her heart still fluttering with the day's earlier excitement. It was now time to prepare for the sangeet, an evening of dance and music that would celebrate the love she and Shubman shared.

Athiya, already dressed in her finery, lent a helping hand to the makeup artist, ensuring every detail was perfect for Avneet's second transformation of the day. As they worked, Ishan breezed into the room, his eyes lighting up at the sight of Avneet. "Wah! Mrs. Gill looking very pretty," he exclaimed, his voice a mix of admiration and jest.

Avneet responded with a playful bow, her voice laced with mock formality, "Thank you, Mr. Kishan." She then turned to the mirror, her reflection smiling back at her. The lehenga she wore was a masterpiece of textile art, its rich teal fabric enveloped in a tapestry of gold embroidery. The velvet material gave it a luxurious touch, perfect for the evening's festivities. The Zardosi work on the lehenga was a testament to the skill of its creators, each stitch adding to the garment's splendor.

Her jewelry was a curated collection of traditional Indian pieces. The choker around her neck was a marvel, adorned with stones and pearls that echoed the golden accents of her attire. The earrings dangled gracefully, harmonizing with the choker to frame her face in elegance. Her wrists were encircled with bangles that chimed softly with her movements, each one a match to the ensemble's grandeur.

A netted dupatta, delicate and airy, rested upon her shoulders, adding a layer of grace to her attire. Her makeup artist had chosen a smoky eye look that accentuated her features, while her hair cascaded freely, a perfect complement to the bold makeup.

As evening descended, Avneet made her way to the sangeet venue, her presence immediately drawing Shubman's attention. He greeted her with a smile that spoke volumes, and she took her seat, her heart skipping a beat in anticipation of the night ahead.

Ishan and Shahneel took to the stage to commence the program, Ishan's voice booming through the microphone, "Let's begin the programme. In this sangeet, the bride and groom will have to choose. So let's begin with Shahneel Gill."

Caught off guard, Avneet pondered for a moment before suggesting, "Hum Aayein Hai." Shahneel's eyebrows rose in mock horror. "How can I dance to that song in a lehenga?" she protested.

Avneet simply shrugged, a mischievous glint in her eye. "I don't know, just do it, madam." Despite her initial reluctance, Shahneel took the challenge head-on. As the DJ cued the music, she moved with a grace that defied the constraints of her lehenga, her performance leaving everyone in awe.

The evening unfolded with laughter and rhythm, as members of the Indian Cricket Team joined in the revelry, their dance moves as impressive as their sportsmanship. The sangeet was a tapestry of moments, woven together by the threads of music and dance.

As the night drew to a close, the guests indulged in a hearty dinner, the flavors of the feast a perfect end to the day's celebrations. One by one, the lights dimmed, and a contented silence settled over the venue as everyone retreated to their rooms, hearts full and ready to dream of the joyous union that the morrow would bring.