"Guys, guys, guys....."
Siddharth Ganju's loud voice made Karan break off his conservation with Mr. and Mrs. Batra. He looked up and saw the curly-headed man dragging his fiance to the dance floor.
Ab kya naya drama karne wale hai yeh?
Sid continued, "Thank you! Beautiful party. Wonderful! Lekin ab games fames bohot ho gayi, ab asli party shuru kare?"
Karan's frown grew deeper. Now what was this namoona up to? Wasn't he satisfied with all these? And what on earth is "asli party"? Karan felt a weird urge to strangle Sid but controlled himself.
"Are you ready?!" Sid shouted.
The crowd cheered on. Karan sighed. What a bunch of namoonas!
Putting on his silly red glasses, Sid whooped with his signature hand style. "Yo DJ! Go freaking mad!
Before the lights got dimmed, the last thing Karan saw was Monami scowling slightly.
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The spotlights were all centered on Sid and Monami as they got on the dance floor. Karan suddenly felt his interest perking up. He tilted his head and watched on.
We're young and we're crazy
Ajj ki raat ki raat thodi amazing
The crowd went mad as the DJ belted out the latest hit. Everyone started grooving in their places. Karan narrowed his eyes as Sid pulled Monami closer. Was he allowed to punch Sid?
Turn up the lights and the sound
Get it loud shout it out
Cause we're young and we're crazy
Seeing Monami dancing with Sid, Karan felt a weird feeling in the pit of his stomach. He for certain, didn't enjoy these two dancing so close to each other. He clenched his fists and a muscle featured in his jaw. He turned to look at Sanju and found her looking at the two, more specifically at Siddharth, with distaste. At least he was not alone in this feeling.
Mauka hai, mausam hai
Mehfil mein jawaniyan
Karan felt the last straw of his patience breaking when Sid threw a flying kiss at the girls in the crowd. He was walking away when he felt Batra Ma'am pulling him back. Sighing, Karan reluctantly stood beside her. No matter what, he couldn't deny Batra Ma'am.
Deewani dhadkan ki
dhak dhak si kahaniya
As he watched the two dance, Karan realized that Monami was quite a good dancer. Her movements were smooth and almost in sync with Siddharth's. Of course, she can dance well. After all, wasn't she daddy's little princess who always went to parties? Karan thought bitterly.
Yeh raat hai do pal ki
Isey haathon se tu na jaane de
(Tu na jaane de)
Karan wondered how these two namoonas had fallen in love with each other. Siddharth and Monami were so different yet so alike. Karan couldn't wrap his head around the fact that these two were getting married, that too out of love. He never understood love exactly, if truth be told. But then again who has reached the meaning of love correctly? Karan had an inkling of what love is. What he has for his motherland, is love. What makes his bhabhi wear his brother's favourite perfume on their anniversary is love. The happy look in his eyes every time he is with Baby is love. At that very moment, Karan realised that every love in the world was different, every love was unique.
And maybe the love these two had was not for everybody to understand.
It's a real deal party with
Kishore and RD so
Come on everybody say
Gili gili akha
Yeh jawaani hai deewani
Haak meri rani, ruk jao raani
Dekh zara peeche mud ke
Chali kahaan aise ud ke, hey hey
Gilli gilli akhaa
Gilli gilli akhaa
Gilli gilli akhaa
Pili pili pili....
Karan scowled as Siddharth twirled Sumanji. What was he trying to do? As Sid flirted with Chitra, Karan managed to catch a glimpse of Monami. She looked confused if not sad. Karan shook his head. These two namoonas were beyond his comprehension.
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There was only half an hour to go before the party ended. Karan stood in a corner watching everyone dance. His eyes roamed all around, searching, and finally rested on her. There she was dancing all alone in the middle of the dance floor. Karan watched Monami, mesmerized when suddenly something caught his attention. Monami's dress knots had come undone and she was blissfully unaware.
Karan made his way through the crowd, towards Monami. Keeping a hand on Monami's back, he turned and made her face him. The lights dimmed and the song changed into a slow number. As deep black eyes met with hazel brown eyes, time stopped for both of them.
Chup chupke dilbar ka deedar kar
Ae dil tu aahista izhaar kar
Saara ka sara na karna abhi se
Aasan kiston main tu pyaar kar
Karan was the first to break out of his trance. Monami stood there perplexed, trying to figure out what was going on inside his head. She started to walk away when suddenly Karan held her hand and tugged her back. Putting his other hand on her back, he pulled her closer. Their chests collided with each other. Fixing her with a cold stare, Karan grabbed her right hand and started to dance awkwardly. He could feel her breathing heavily. He looked and found Faizi smirking. He sighed. He was never going to hear the end of it.
Still keeping his hand on her back, Karan led her out of the hall. Checking if no one was around, he took his blazer out and wrapped it around her.
Monami looked up at him in confusion while he started folding his sleeves up.
"Thanks... But main theek hoon. I am hot!"
Karan stopped and looked at her. Monami quickly amended, " Uh.. I mean d-dance Kiya hai, isliye garmi lag rahi hain. Thand toh bilkul bhi nahi lag rahi hai."
God! Was this woman thinking they were some couple in a sappy romantic movie? Karan felt like banging his head off.
Monami tried to remove his blazer but he was fast. He quickly stopped her and draped it around her more tightly. "Pehen ke rakho", he said and walked away a little farther.
Monami turned around and asked, "S-Sorry ki chit daali hai kya? Muh se bhi bol sakte ho, agar sorry feel kar rahe ho to."
Karan looked back at her. She was looking all tiny and cute in his large blazer. He just smirked. A gentleman never brags about his good deeds. He had saved Monami's dignity tonight. He didn't need to tell her. She will know. Very soon.
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