Arylie OS : Silent Love

Aryan was very much running late..

He parked his car and met eyes of his older sister Ayesha's disapproving gaze..
"You promised to be on time!" She complained..
"I am sorry!" Aryan grinned sheepishly.. "I was held back in a meeting.. I am just 5 minutes late.. but i will get her to dance class on time i promise!"
His sister rubbed her 6-month old pregnant belly and sighed.. "You better not speed up Aryan.. You will scare Ana"
Aryan rolled his eyes.. "Now who is delaying me? Come up Ana hop in" he called his 7 year old neice who waved at him enthusiastically..
"I will be careful.. Take care sis.."

"Who is your teacher?" Aryan inquired as he walked inside the dance studio..
"We are late!" Ana complained as she ran following a girl her age..
"Well there you go.." Aryan mumbled knowing well class must have started and he had no wish to go inside and make an awkward introduction..
Ana's class would end in an hour.. His sister had been feeling unwell.. and with her husband out of town Aryan had offered to take his niece to dance lesson for the week and get her back home..
"Okay now what am i suppose to do" Aryan wondered looking around the reception.. He decided to wait in the bench area until she was done..

1 hour later:

Aryan put away his phone and stood up when he noticed some parents picking up their children..
He headed inside and stilled as he saw his niece walking out of the class..
She looked upset and she was crying..
"Hey.. whats wrong??" Aryan picked Ana in his arms worriedly..
She did not answer him and instead kept crying..
"Come on.. help me out here.. what happened.. did anyone hurt you?" He questioned frantically..
"Yes.." Ana whispered with a sob..
"Okay munchkin.. stop crying okay.. Lets go find your teacher.."
Aryan slowed his steps as he walked in.. In the middle of class stood a women with her back towards him..
He took in her attire.. She wore a traditional saree.. Her hair was secure in a lose bun and from what he could see she seemed young..
"Hello.. Miss.. can we talk?" He spoke a little loud this time..
The women tensed at first.. slowly she turned to face him.. she cocked her head slightly and studied him.. her eyes filled with nervousness and curiousity..
And she did not reply to him..
"Uhh.. actually.." he mumbled as his voice drifted off.. he felt distracted as he took in her appreance.. she was a natural beauty and her eyes were wide and sparking..
And he had no idea he would like seeing the way someone who wore saree and carried it simple and beautiful..

Focus Aryan.. This is about Ana..

He glanced at his niece who now had stopped crying but still looked upset..
And the teacher had not yet replied tl him.. How rude..
"My niece has been crying.. When i dropped her she seemed pretty happy.. So why is she now crying? would you like to tell me?"
She glanced at Ana with concerned gaze.. yet she remained silent.. and that made him more angry..
"What type of teacher are you? You dont even know if your student is upset or not? Why are you not answering a simple question?"
He saw her grow more nervous.. she seemed looking around for someone..she bit her lip and he tried his best not to be distracted..

Unbelievable! What type of teacher was this?? She had no decency to answer him back or reply even..

"I cant understand what my sister was thinking bringing Ana here.. clearly the teacher's here seems useless to even answer a simple question.." Aryan ranted unnecesarily..
When he saw her eyes fill with hurt he almost wished he took back his words.. but why should he? This was about his niece.. he could not tolerate such ignorance towards Ana..

He felt a tug on his pants and looked down to see Ana glaring at him..
"What?"
"Aru uncle.. you are being rude!" Ana answered unhappily..
Aryan knelt down infront of her "Listen Ana.. I had to know why you were crying.."
Ana looked at her teacher and leaned towards him and whispered..
"Her name is Ms.Imlie.. she cant speak.."
What...
Aryan tensed as he stood up and threw a questioning look at the women infront of her..
She avoided his gaze and knelt towards Ana..
And she spoke in sign language.. Ana seemed to understand it fully..
"I am fine.." Ana replied to her with a smile..
The lady again made some gestures and he had no idea what she was saying..
Ana glanced at him "She is asking me why i am crying.."
He was left speechless.. he could not even glance at her..
"Niya hit me.." Ana pouted unhappily..
The teacher gave Ana a reassuring smile and kept speaking in her own way that Ana understood and she kept nodding and giggling..
And out of all this it was Aryan who felt like an idiot..
Ana's dance teacher was mute.. and he just made a fool out of himself infront of her..