"Naina yaar, tum bahut clumsy ho." Sameer frowned at his girlfriend who overstepped on his left foot while teaching him to dance.
"Agar main clumsy hoon toh tum lazy, kabhi se ek hi step sikh rahe ho." Naina taunted him sharply, and he stared at her in flummox, whilst their friends laughed at the couple.
"Agar tumhe itni takleef ho rahi hai toh mat sikhao...main khud seekh lunga," Sameer said with confidence in his strident voice.
"Main itna kabse sikha rahi hoon tabhi toh samjh aa raha hai nahi, aur chale khud sikhne," Naina replied, or rather mocked him, her tone playful.
"Stop it." He said in a piqued tone.
"No." She looked at him sternly.
"Then I am leaving," Sameer announced while fuming in rage.
"Go." Naina paid no heed to his threat and stood there with a smile.
"Main sach me jaa raha hoon." He tried again to see any fearful expression on her face, but instead saw her shrugging off her shoulder and then telling Radhika in an amused tone - "Baby, let's practice for our girl's performance."
"Baby?" Sameer repeated the endearment words his woman used for her friend, and jealousy engulfed him in an instant. How can Naina call Radhika "Baby" when he is her baby? Her little kiddo.
"Sure Darling!" Radhika agreed, leaving Aditya midway to join her bestie for the dance practice.
"Darling?" His eyes enlarge in realization and his lips tremble with agony.
"Ruko ruko." Sameer nearly ran to stop the girls, and Naina muffled her giggle at her fiance's urgency to restart dancing with her.
"Kya hain?" She asked him grumpily while keeping her tiny hand on waist.
"Dekho, if we won't practice now toh sangeet me kaun dance karega? And you want us to rock the stage, haina? Toh chalo acche baccho ki tarah phir se practice start karte hai." Sameer says with a sheepish smile, and his good-for-nothing friends exchange looks of entertainment.
Naina rolled her eyes at his dramatic comment and turned on the home theatre system, playing a romantic song.
"Don't look at me," Anjali warned the punjabi boy when he kept staring at her without blinking, making her feel nothing but something weird that she couldn't understand what it was.
"Kyun?" Anshuman asked in a husky voice.
"Kyuki mujhe nahi pasand." She said in a stern voice and averted her gaze.
"Phir tumhe kya pasand hai?" He questioned, wholly enjoying her bashful state.
"Tum." Anjali thought with a cute smile donning her lips, but she pretended to be oblivious to her blooming feelings for this human monkey.
"Koi Nahi." She said arrogantly and stared at the five-couple dancing slowly.
"What about me?" Anshuman couldn't resist the urge of asking her in a soft voice, his gaze pinned on her flushed face at his question.
"What?" Anjali twirled her heated gaze at him.
"Do you like me?" He finally gained the courage to ask her directly instead of playing indirect games.
"What do you think?" Anjali gained interest to find out more about his feelings for her, and Anshuman quirked his eyebrows at her in response.
"Tum ladkiyan itni complicated kyu ho?" He asked her with a dejected sigh escaping his mouth.
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FanfictionSameer Raut - A person surrounded by the walls of insecurities, and his temper is truly unbearable. He is a bad boy. But no one has ever met a real Sameer concealed inside him, everyone so far has judged him for his discourteous behavior. His yearni...
