Nayab, a brilliant and meticulous MBBS student, possesses a mind built for calculations and precision. Her dreams are set on excelling in her medical career, leaving no room for frivolities or romantic distractions. Meanwhile, Danish, a vivacious an...
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Nayab and Simran walked inside their room after a tiring three hour long session of dance practice. Simran let out a tired groan and sprawled on bed. Nayab picked up a water bottle and took huge gulps from it.
Before any of them could speak anything, a shrill ringtone echoed in the room. It was an incoming video call on Nayab's iPad. She received the call with a smile and greeted her college friends, Jyoti and Ishaan.
"We've been calling you all morning." Jyoti complained with a glare. "Did you forget us already?"
"I was busy with the sangeet practice." Nayab reasoned.
"What? You're gonna be performing?" Ishaan was surprised.
Simran piped in from the background. "I am forcing her."
"No wonder." Jyoti chuckled. "What else is going on there?"
"Nothing much.." Nayab started but was cut off by Simran again, "Except a lot of chemistry between Nayab and my wedding planner."
Jyoti gasped, while Ishaan spit out the coke from his mouth. "I am sorry, did you say chemistry, Nayab and a guy's name all in one sentence?"
"Who would believe it, right?" Simran smirked.
"Umm, I am still here." Nayab cleared her throat. "And there is no chemistry."
"Says the girl who danced with him last night." Simran rolled her eyes.
"You danced with a guy?" Jyoti was almost screaming now. "Omg, never thought I'd see this day. Who is this guy, again? What is his name?"
Nayab opened her mouth to shrug the topic off, but Simran beat her to it. "Danish. He is my wedding planner from London."
"London, oo la la." Ishaan giggled.
"His Insta ID now. I wanna see this man who is making our Nayab dance." Jyoti asked.
And then it hit Nayab that she herself had not stalked him on social media yet. So she picked up her phone and searched Danish's name. None of the results that showed up were her Danish's. She searched for his full name. Still no luck.
"I can't find him." She spoke.
Simran snatched the phone from her hand. "Let me try." Simran had to be the best you could ever find to stalk someone on social media. She could find out the person you're looking for, along with his family, friends, exes, all in a couple of minutes.
But unfortunately, for the first time, she found nothing as well. Then she visited the Insta page of Felicity, Danish's company and checked the following list, hoping to see his account there. "No, he isn't here. Does he not have a social media account?"
Nayab shrugged.
"I will click his picture sneakily at the function today and send it to you guys." Simran said on the video call.
"That is an invasion of someone's privacy. You would do no such thing." Nayab was quick to speak.
Simran teasingly smiled. "Fine, then I'll ask him to pose for me and tell him that Nayab's friends have asked to see their future brother-in-law. I am sure he won't deny."
Jyoti and Ishaan cracked up, while Nayab just walked off muttering curses.
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"What made you think that I'd be able to dance in these heels?" Nayab amusingly asked Simran as they were getting ready for the sangeet.
"Flats are going to ruin the look of the dress." Simran could barely speak as she was getting her makeup done.
Nayab sat down on the bed to wear those pointed, little devils and groaned. "I am regretting asking you to take care of my outfits."
Simran chuckled. "Look at yourself in the mirror and then repeat the exact same line."
Nayab shook her head but stared at her reflection nonetheless. She did look beautiful.
"Fine, not regretting it." She softly said, making Simran laugh. "You're gonna steal the show tonight."
Nayab didn't pay heed to it since she thought that Simran was exaggerating, but when she walked in the hall where the function was being held, all heads turned towards her.
The soft hue of her outfit, a subtle rose gold, seemed to glow in the dimly lit space, casting a warm, inviting aura around her. The bell bottom pants flowed gracefully with each step she took, their elegant shape accentuating the curves of her body. And the crop top, with its daring cut that ended just below her breasts, revealed a hint of skin, adding an alluring touch to her ensemble.
But it was the full length shrug that stole the show. With glitters that sparkled like a thousand stars in the night sky, it draped over her shoulders and flowed down to her feet, shimmering with every movement she made.
Naturally, she got nervous having all eyes on her. So she made a beeline towards the drinks section and asked for a glass of coke.
Danish, who was instructing the DJ one final time to not mess up the sequence of the song, was approached by catherine. "You look rather handsome tonight."
Danish smirked. "I always look handsome, Cathy."
"But you've put in some extra effort today." She said admiring his white and blue suit, "Is it to impress a certain someone?"
And before he could stop himself, he was blushing.
"Are you actually blushing?" She gasped.
He controlled his expressions right away. "Don't you have work to do? Go, see if the starters are ready to serve?"
"Fine, ignore me. But how are you going to ignore your heart, Mr Vaziri." She winked before padding off.
He adjusted his suit blazer as his eyes scanned the room to check if that certain someone had arrived yet. And he found her standing in one corner, alone. She looked breathtaking, a vision of elegance and grace. He wanted to approach her, but before that, a cousin of Simran's went to her and said something. Nayab nodded and walked towards the stage with her.
The lights dimmed as the cousins of Simran climbed up the stage. And in the center was Nayab, since she was the maid of honor. Danish walked closer to the stage to have a better look at the performance.
The DJ played the song on the speaker. It was the latest Bollywood dance number. As the music began to play, Nayab and the rest of the girls moved in unison, their bodies twisting and turning in perfect harmony. The crowd cheered them on as they danced, and Nayab felt a rush of excitement. She doubted if she'd even be able to move in front of so many people, but once she started, there was no stopping her. She felt alive, and nothing mattered to her except the music and her dance steps.
As the dance came to an end, the crowd erupted in applause. All the girls on the stage took a final bow before making their way off the stage.
Simran was still clapping when Nayab reached her. "You were awesome." Nayab giggled and hugged her best friend.
The groom's side took over the dance floor next, while Nayab took a seat with everyone to watch the performance. She thought that the rest of the night would be spent by her seeing others dance. But little did she know what the night had in store for her.
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The next chapter is going to be so special. I am super excited.
