⚠️ its just a fanfic, it's not related to anyone personal life, this is about the characters not the actor who portray it so understand the difference ok ⚠️
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In the bustling city of Dehradun, Malang, a spirited young man with dreams as vast as the Himalayas, found himself stepping into the illustrious St. Teresa's College. A beacon of privilege and prestige, the college housed the elite, and Malang, a scholarship student, entered its hallowed halls with a mix of excitement and trepidation.
A girl approach malang while malang was writing the note down
Girl: uhm hi..you look a little puzzled earliear, Are you new?
Malang : yes, actually I'm the scholarship student , and I don't know anyone here... So that's why
Girl : ohh I'm sorry, me too I mean I'm also a scholarship student here, I just got in here last month, I'm Netra by the way.
Malang : ohh.. I mean I'm malang nice to meet you netra.
* both started talking and soon their interests match*
Amidst the sea of opulence, Malang's humble origins stood out, but his determination to rise above circumstances burned brightly within. As he settled into his first class, absorbing the air of affluence, his eyes met Netra's – another scholarship recipient, navigating the same maze of privilege.
The second class brought a twist of fate. Malang, fueled by a passion for dance, discovered Netra shared his love for rhythmic expression. Her eyes sparkled with the same fire as his, and they decided to explore this shared interest together.
Their plans, however, collided with the haughty presence of Rihanna, a member of the college's prestigious dance team.Ruthless In a moment of accidental collision, Malang's polite apology was met with scorn. Rihanna, arrogant and dismissive, branded him as "low class," setting the stage for confrontation.
Netra, unyielding and fierce, stepped in to defend Malang, her newfound companion. A clash between the worlds of privilege and resilience seemed imminent, but Malang diffused the tension with a calm demeanor and another apology. Rihanna, in a parting insult, called him a "loser" and walked away, leaving Malang and Netra to pick up the pieces of their dignity.
As they left the hallway, Malang, undeterred by Rihanna's arrogance, offered comfort to Netra. Their shared love for dance became a refuge, a sanctuary from the judgmental glares and whispered taunts that lingered in the college air.
The duo decided to explore the music club, a haven for those seeking solace in melodies and beats. Upon entering, they found themselves amidst a mesmerizing dance battle. Two boys, each weaving stories with their movements, drew the attention of the entire room.
"Look at the fluidity in his steps," Malang whispered to Netra, captivated by the artistry unfolding before them.
As the battle reached its crescendo, one of the dancers executed a breathtaking spin, leaving the room in awe. The other, undeterred, responded with a gravity-defying leap that seemed to defy the laws of physics.
Intrigued by the spectacle, Malang and Netra observed in awe. The dance floor became a canvas, and the dancers, its painters, creating a masterpiece of motion and rhythm.
In the midst of the performance, the lead dancer turned to Malang and Netra, inviting them to join. The hesitation that had gripped Malang earlier dissipated, replaced by a surge of energy. With Netra by his side, he stepped onto the dance floor, ready to contribute his own strokes to the evolving masterpiece.
As their bodies moved in harmony with the music, the dance became a celebration of diversity and shared passion. Malang and Netra, two souls bound by circumstance, discovered a language that transcended privilege and adversity – the language of dance.
The first episode of Malang's journey at St. Teresa's College unfolded, setting the stage for a tale of resilience, friendship, and the universal language that connects hearts – the language of dance.
. . . . . .. . As the dance battle reached its zenith, Malang found himself spellbound by the artistry of the lead dancer, Neel. The room erupted in applause as Neel's final move concluded the battle, and he graciously fist-bumped his opponent, Ishaan, amidst cheers from the onlookers.
Amidst the post-battle euphoria, a friendly girl approached them, her curiosity evident. "What brings you guys here?" she inquired with a warm smile.
Neel, still catching his breath, replied, "great moves bro."
Ishaan chimed in, "Yeah, but you improved a lot bro."
Netra said something to the girl The girl nodded approvingly and then ushered them towards a desk with forms. "Great! Fill these out, and you can officially be a part of the music club. We always welcome new members."
As Malang and Netra focused on the paperwork, Malang couldn't resist asking about the talented duo they had just witnessed. "Those guys who were dancing, are they regulars here?"
The girl grinned, "Oh, you mean the Ruthless! Yeah, they're not just regulars; they're the heart and soul of our college dance team. Neel is the powerhouse, and Ishaan, the finesse. You'll see them around a lot."
Netra, sharing Malang's curiosity, praised their performance. "They were incredible! The chemistry between them is just... wow."
Malang, somewhat lost in thought, absentmindedly added, "Especially Neel, he's something else."
Netra raised an eyebrow and cleared her throat. Malang, suddenly aware of what he had said, blushed furiously. "I mean, both of them were great... Ishaan too."
The friendly girl chuckled, sensing the playful embarrassment. "Neel does have that effect on people. It's like he casts a dance spell. Anyway, welcome to the club! I'm Riya, by the way."
As Malang and Netra exchanged introductions, Malang couldn't shake off the feeling that he might have just unintentionally revealed more about his admiration for Neel than he intended. The dance floor had not only become a stage for artistic expression but also the backdrop for unexpected connections and perhaps, a hint of infatuation.
