Mehendi & Moonlight || Ana

Chapter 10:: ' The Kabir Magic'

Everyone else looked at them, confused. The audience must've taken it as a part of the step because they convinced themselves while the other dancers kept glancing at them.
"Why did you pull me close?" Nisha asked as he held her hand, twirling her around.
"This isn't the choreo!" She spoke again. 

Yet, all he gave her was a light-tipped smile, "Just go with the flow, Nisha." 

They continued with the dance, syncing with the others. And she wasn't sure if it was a pleasant matter how they kept getting close all of a sudden.

As the song ended and everyone walked out, Atif asked, "What the heck did you two do?" 
Nisha didn't reply, she just shrugged, holding her chest. 
She was exhausted from all that dancing by now and her heartbeat wasn't turning normal. Her palms sweat and she doubted it was for the choreography. 

Because every time she looked at Kabir, her heart leapt. 

It lunged towards something she had no idea of. 

She barely knew him, yet felt so intense it was starting to confuse her.

"I forgot the choreography," Kabir spoke, which was a clear lie. Because no one bought it.

Seeing all stares at him, he sighed, "Okay. I acted impulsively. It made the choreo look unique. Check the recording. Since we're in the middle, it looked different." 
"Now the aunties are spreading rumours you both secretly got married," Wahi spoke, sighing. 
Nisha frowned, "What on earth—"
"Anyway, guys. We have some more performances." Ajay interrupted. Everyone nodded and got on the stage again.

Nisha smiled at Priti who looked at her impressed. She mouthed, "You go, girl!" 

She chuckled and showed her a thumbs up but gulped as soon as her gaze fell on her mother. Why was she glaring at her? 
"Nisha, I think Maa is mad." Adil spoke as Nisha replied, "First of all, address me with respect. And I don't know. I think so too." 
She sighed but before she could dwell on it, the next songs were played.

They danced to Balam Pichkari and Teri Ore. Finally, a goof song named 'Chander Baatti'. 

After they were done, loud claps echoed around the venue as everyone cheered. All the cousins from both sides were enjoying themselves.

Everyone was going to the stage, applying some holud/haldi on the bride and groom, feeding them sweets and clicking pictures. 
"Nisha!" She heard her mother call and frowned, rushing to her, "What's wrong, Maa?"
"You don't know? The cake hasn't arrived!"
"What do you mean? It's been 2 hours of the ceremony already!" 
"I don't know. Call the confectionery. They were supposed to send it by 7:30. It's past 9 now." 

Nisha quickly called the confectionary, moving aside to a corner. 

Getting no response, she sighed. 
"Why are they not picking up now?" 
She patted her fingers on the phone nervously and looked around when a voice startled her once again.
"What's wrong?"

There was Kabir, standing near her with a confused look. The calm yet curious look in his eyes somehow raised a feeling of self-awareness within her.
"Why are you everywhere?" He chuckled at her remark, "I saw you holding back tears at a corner of the ceremony so..." 
"Oh." Was all she could manage to say.

Her throat was tightening as she dialled the confectionary's number once again. If they didn't pick up, she'd get bashed. Most importantly, Priti would become downcast.

"What's wrong, Nisha?" Kabir's face turned worried as she looked at him, "The cake was supposed to arrive at 7:30 but it's past 9 now."
"Did you call them?"
"Thrice by now." She looked at the calling screen and then at him. 
The dark-haired male tapped his chin with his index twice and raised his brows, "How far is the confectionary?"
"It's 5 minutes from our house." 
"And from here?"
"I think... approximately 20 minutes by car. It's not that far." 
"Ugh, we have bad traffic in this country as well."