Prem Vivah

• She Is My Girl •

2 Weeks Later...

Sameer was planning on visiting Naina's dance classes to see her dancing live, he didn't know if this idea was good or bad or maybe worst, but anyway the masculine urge to see his girl showing off her creativity through her moves and twirls was blooming in his heart. He attended his lectures, periodically glancing at his watch to check the time, and finally his work was done. He quickly rushed out of the classroom, trotting to the streets. Every human passing by him was astonished, they looked at him as if he didn't belong on this earth. Sameer cared less about their expressions and glares, and his steps slowed down once he reached the beautifully established academy. He spotted two guards standing on either side of the door, and He quickly adjusted his shirt and hair while looking nervous.

"Hi...myself Sameer, can I go inside just for a minute?" He asked one of the watchmen in a hesitant tone.

"Andar jana mana hai." The man told him strictly.

"Only for a minute, sir." Sameer requested.

"Nahi, ongoing class me bahar walo ko entry nahi hai, sirf family members...woh bhi agar emergency ho tab." Another guard informed the young boy in a polite tone, and Sameer disheartened stared at them.

"Is there any way jis se main andar meri friend dance kar rahi hai use dekh saku?" He asked them in an anxious tone, and They probed him - "Dekho, yahan aise bahut log aate hai jo kehte hai ki humari friend ya behen andar hai...par aisa hota nahi...woh log andar jake dance steps ke video bana kar chale jate hai, is se humari reputation kharab hoti hai aur log bhi kam aate hai. Isliye Ma'am ne strictly mana kiya hai kisi ko bhi aane se...aur agar sach me kuch emergency ho tab hum unhe call kar ke pehle inform karte hai."

"I can understand, but meri friend sach me andar hai. You know, Naina Mhatre." Sameer said hopefully.

"Haan, lekin hum fir bhi rules ke against nahi jaa sakte." The guard said in a stern voice.

"Wait...I'll make a call to her." He uttered, in a restless tone, and quickly phoned her, but She wasn't attending any of his calls. He even left a message which stated - "Urgent."

"Phone nahi utha rahi hai woh mera, chuck...I can't waste my time." Sameer said in despondency, deleted the message, and walked off to his destination.

He was throwing stones aimlessly while ambling on the streets with a crestfallen visage...he had been waiting to see her performance for 3 weeks, but due to his arrogance and lack of confidence. He didn't dare to talk about it directly with Naina. He thought she would question a lot of things including ---> Why was he so much interested in watching her dance? He didn't want to disturb his mind with her queries, hence he didn't speak about his wish to the pretty-girl. But now, it was becoming tough for him to not get even a slight glimpse of her magical THUMKA.

"Yaar yeh reel life me toh sab kuch kitna easily dikhate hai log. Hero ko heroine se milne ka chance kaise bhi possible ho jata hai, even if he would be in a jungle, taking his last breath...heroine uske waha dhodte dhodte chali aayegi...Ugh!" Sameer muttered furiously under his breath while clutching the strap of his college bag in fury.

"Chodo, I don't want to see her performance." He vowed to keep his wishes buried in his heart and walked straight inside the narrow lane.

• Naina and Prithvi were sitting together on a single bench, talking about nothing. He was busy with his phone, excited about the upcoming events with unlimited alcohol facilities...He sent a message to their boys' group that included every spoiled brat like him. Naina had been noticing that her boyfriend isn't interested to spend some time with her instead he was occupied with this stupid gadget in his hand. She shut her eyes in annoyance, and said in a soft voice - "Prithvi...let's talk for some time na."