A U T H O R

As the host’s voice echoed through the grand hall, excitement buzzed in the air.

"So, now we're presenting here on the stage, let's welcome together, Miss Isha Malhotra!"

A thunderous round of applause erupted, filling the space with an electric energy. The lights dimmed, casting a momentary hush over the crowd. And then—like the first shimmer of moonlight on a restless sea—a single spotlight illuminated the stage.

There she stood.

Draped in a stunning royal blue anarkali as deep and endless as the midnight sky, Isha was a vision of ethereal grace. The fabric clung to her like liquid darkness, shifting and rippling with every subtle movement, as if the night itself had been woven into silk just for her. Her presence was magnetic, a quiet storm wrapped in elegance, and the room held its breath, mesmerized.