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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By the time Nayab finished having dinner at the sangeet function, she had been dragged to the dance floor more than four times. And she may have enjoyed performing on the stage once, but she definitely did not enjoy this. She was not comfortable dancing to the beats of dhol along with everyone else. The first time she was pulled in, she uneasily moved for a minute or so before quietly slipping away. But then it happened again and again and again. And what made her even more mad was her heels were killing her feet.
When she was dragged to dance yet again, she was crying mentally.
"Your face shows how agonizing you feel." Danish's words caught her attention.
She turned to look at him. "If it is so obvious, why do these people not see it and leave me alone?"
He laughed. "Would you like to leave?"
"Yes, please." She cried in joy.
He looked around to make sure no one was paying attention to them. He then grabbed her hand. "Let me whisk you away then." With that, he pulled her out of the hall.
"Thank you for saving me." She said when they reached the beach that was near their resort.
He had let go of her hand now and put both his hands inside his pockets. He had worn a pair of light blue pants with white shirt and blue blazer for the function. But his blazer was discarded somewhere by now, and the sleeves on his shirt were folded.
"Anytime." He bowed a little.
She smiled before halting her steps. "If you don't mind.." She said and brought up her left feet to take off her heel. But the laces on the heels were complicated. She couldn't bend down because of her outfit, so she subconsciously leaned on Danish to get some support and continued to untie it. When she was unsuccessful even after a couple of tries, he went down on his knee without any warning and swatted her hands away from the heels.
"Danish.. You don't have it." She said panickingly, but he paid no heed. She even tried to pull her feet off his hold, but his grip was firm. Within a minute, he was able to untie both her heels and stood up.
"Thank you," She said again, this time a little more shy. She picked up the heels from her right hand, while he took off and picked up his loafers as well. Then they continued to walk on the beach sand, barefoot.
"So you've lived in London your entire life?" She asked, breaking the serene silence.
It made Danish smile a little because this was the first time she had asked something about his life. And he knew she'd not do that if she didn't like his company. But he didn't voice this thought out.
"No, I shifted there at the age of 10. My parents had died in a car crash, so my uncle and aunt took me in." He replied.
Nayab stilled at that revelation. "I am so sorry, I didn't know."
