She glanced to her side.
Arav stood there, calm as ever, but his fingers tapped lightly against his palm. Nervous—just a little.
"You ready?" he asked
She nodded.
"Let's do this," she said.
The music began.
They stepped onto the stage together.
At first, the crowd watched politely. Then, slowly, something changed.
Their movements flowed—not perfect, but honest. Every step matched, every pause spoke. It wasn't just a dance. It was five days of arguments, silence, laughter, and almosts coming together.
Whispers rippled through the hall.
"Weren't they always fighting?"
"They look… different.Weren't they always fighting?"
"They look… different."
Aria forgot the audience.
Arav forgot everything except the rhythm and the girl in front of him.
The final beat ended.
For a second, there was silence.
Then applause—loud, sudden, overwhelming.
Aria smiled without thinking.
Arav met her eyes, just once, and smiled back.
Not wide.
Not obvious.
But real.
As they stepped off the stage, breathless, neither said a word.
They didn't need to.
The night had already spoken for them.