As the mixer unfolded around her, the vibrant music and laughter began to blend into a blur of color and sound, but for Inaayat, the sudden appearance of Meher felt like a thunderclap in the otherwise joyous atmosphere. Meher, with her perfectly styled hair and confident demeanor, had always been a source of both inspiration and insecurity for Inaayat. Their friendship had been a tumultuous rollercoaster, marked by moments of laughter and betrayal, and now, standing amidst the crowd, all of those memories rushed back.
Vanshikha noticed the shift in Inaayat’s expression and gently squeezed her hand. “Hey, look at me,” she said, her voice steady. “You’re stronger than you think. Just remember why you’re here. This is your moment.”
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