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Aadhira's pov :-
Hush, finally I finish the practice. Or should I say tricking that strict choreographer? Thank God! Who teaches so strictly for just a sangeet function? I swear, if Kiaan hadn't asked me to do this, I wouldn't be here. But oh, how can I forget that annoying Kabir, who indirectly challenged me? He knows how bad I am at dancing, but I won't let that stop me. My own inferiority complex started after my class 10th performance, when my teacher criticized me in front of everyone just because another girl made me fall during the performance. But forget it! I can't change the past, so I'll focus on the present and give it my all!
And here also that idiot choreographer was having problem my every single move .
Bhai ab itni hi dikkat hai to bol do na mat nacho , kyu dimag kharab kr rhe ho faaltu m . ( Oh god , if you have so many issues than just say it na , why just spoiling my mood)
For the first time I am thankful to god for that devil's (kabir) intervention between my rehearsals when he came halted at all of us while practising and then dragged kiaan outside with him , this time his this behavior saved me from that idiot choreographer .
Huuhhh ! I made my way to my room to give my body much awaited rest.
It's already 3 pm . I can still take a nap of 1 hour and thinking all this , I finally slept.
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I was peacefully sleeping for half an hour until I was disturbed by a continuous knocking at my door.
"Who is it? I'm coming," I shouted from inside.
"It's your mom, now open the door," Mom replied from outside.
"I'm coming," I answered back.
"What's the matter? Mom, don't even let me rest peacefully for a while. I used to sleep just half an hour ago," I complained opening teh door
"You sleep so much! It's a house of marriage, and you still want to sleep," she replied.
"Ha too? Shaadi vala ghr h to mai kya kru , subah se lagi to thi majdooro ki tarah, relax krne aayi thi yha pe , aur relax k alawa sb kr rhi hu , aisa lg rha h subah shaam ki duty pakad rkhi h maine , vo bhi muft ki " I blurted out all in frustration (So what if it is a house of a wedding ? I have been working from the working like a worker. Even though I came here to relax from my daily life but I am doing everything except for relaxing. Seems like they just have hired me for their stupid work that too free of cost)
"Pagal h kya , dheere bol , koi sun lega , aise nhi bolte" she wishper yelled on me (shh , are you mad , speak slowly , what of some hear us ? This is not how we talk my child)
"Is this not how we talk? They don't do anything themselves but keep interfering in my life, especially Shivani aunty and dad, as if it's my own wedding," I replied, rolling my eyes.
"Okay, never mind. Here, your friend's call was coming for a while. Since you didn't pick up, she called me. Talk to her , it might be something important. Then go back to sleep, I won't disturb you, and I won't let anyone else disturb you either."
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