I wanted him to meet some of my favourite cousins as we went towards them, "look who's back." One of them said. "Hello everyone, meet Ishaan." I said. Ishaan waved and smiled at them. "Hello!" Everyone said. "Adriti is he your friend?" They asked. "Well..umm... Yeah he's my boyfriend." I replied. "Ohh hooo so it's our jijuuu." They all exclaimed. Ishaan was blushing hard when they said 'jiju.' "aww... Jiju, don't blush... Now you have to get used to it!" We all talked for sometime and left. We greeted my parents and waved them bye.

We were near our, i didn't wanted to go home... I wanted to celebrate with everyone, everyone in the sense with Ishaan, Nitya and Dhruv. "Ishaan, let's go somewhere I don't feel like going home." I said. "Okay, but where we'll go?" "I don't know, like anywhere. We will call Dhruv and Nitya, I want to tell them that my parents agreed." "Okay, I have an idea let's go. I'll take you somewhere." "Where!?" "Just sit in the car we'll go." Before we went to the destination first we went to my apartment cause I wanted to change,I can't stay in lehenga anymore.

We reached our destination, Nitya and Dhruv were already waiting for us. I don't know this place, I've never visited this before, it's some sort of hall. "Soo... We're here. It's an Slam hall." Ishaan finally told. "Slam hall?" I crooked a brow. "People over here present their poetry. It's fun. Let's go." Before we entered we told Nitya and Dhruv about the news. "See what did I told you." Nitya exclaimed. "I'm soo happy for you guys." Dhruv said out so excitement. We went in the hall and took our place. The anchor announced, "ledies and gentlemen please welcome our first candidate, Mr. Samay yadav." All started cheering for him, "Hello everyone,my piece is called 'Whispers of the wind'

Whispers of the Wind

The wind sings secrets to the trees,
A melody of whispered pleas,
The river hums, the flowers sway,
In twilight’s soft and fading gray.

Stars blink awake in velvet skies,
The moon, a pearl with watchful eyes,
Night cradles dreams in silver streams,
Where hope alights on feathered beams.

Time drifts like leaves on autumn’s breath,
Life blooms and wilts, a dance with death,
Yet in each dawn, a promise shines,
A thread of light through tangled vines.

Let shadows pass, let sorrows mend,
For every storm, the sky will bend,
Beyond the dark, the sun will rise,
And paint anew the endless skies.

Thankyou. And he left, this was amazing like people actually write this. The anchor made called another participant, Miss. Jiya kumar. She was silent for over a minute then she finally spoke up, "my art is called 'the essence of her'"

The Essence of Her

She walks with whispers of the dawn, Where twilight dreams and hopes are drawn. Her spirit, like the river's flow,

Soft and fierce, both ebb and glow.

Her heart, a hearth where warmth resides, Through storms and sun, her love abides.

With hands that heal, with eyes that see, The world as more than what might be.

She wears her scars like strands of pearls, A tapestry of trials and swirls.

Her laughter, music in the air, Her silence, strength beyond compare.

She blooms in shadows, finds the light, A candle steady through the night.

With grace, she bends but does not break, A flame that time can never take.

Her voice, a wave against the stone, Her soul, a realm of worlds unknown.

She carries generations’ truth, In wisdom’s well, eternal youth.

She is the earth, the sky, the sea, The pulse of life, wild and free.

A story written in each line, Woman—enduring, bold, divine.

"Thankyou" she got the highest cheers from the crowd, her poem was actually the good one, The real definition of 'women'. "Guys, just check the time, i think we should go home." Nitya said. "Yeah it's late we should go now." We all left the hall and headed towards the parking area. I and Nitya sat in Nitya's car whereas Ishaan and Dhruv sat in Ishaan's car. Dhruv and Nitya came together in Nitya's car. Nitya started the car engine and we all headed home.