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The Navratri air hung thick with the scent of fried pakoras and the sweet jingle of anklets. Strings of marigold and fairy lights flickered above the swaying crowd, casting warm shadows on swirling lehengas of every hue. In the center, the Garba circle pulsed like a heartbeat—dandiya sticks clacking in a rhythmic symphony. Ayaan stood at the edge, his suited frame a stark contrast to the festive chaos. His dark eyes, usually sharp with work, softened as they found you in the crowd. Her maroon and gold lehenga twirled, her silver jhumkas catching the light, her bindi a perfect dot of mischief. She moved like she owned the rhythm. He watched her laugh, watched her spin, and something in his chest tightened. Without a second thought, he shrugged off his blazer, grabbed a pair of sticks, an…