Step into the world of grace as we cordially invite you to join us for a night of enchantment!
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Date: 14/02/2024 Time: 07:00 PM onwards Venue: The Great Hall
Indulge in:
A Live Orchestra playing melodies to sweep you off your feet.
Grand Decorations to create an atmosphere of classic beauty.
A well-crafted feast with appetizing delicacies to thrill your taste buds.
Witness the crowning of the Prom King and Queen.
Presented by Elysium High School, Prom Committee 2024.
Shruti was just standing there, staring at the poster, her eyes glued on the image of the prom night just eight days away. Lost in her thoughts, she imagined herself graced in a Navy Blue gown, a masterpiece of elegance.
The gown's deep, curved V-neckline swayed away everyone's attention, framing her collarbones. Each jewel enhanced the beauty of the gown, sparkling like stars in a moonlit night, against the smooth silk fabric, casting a mesmerizing glow of light with every step.
The laced Juliet sleeves added a charm to her dress, their intriguing patterns draped with care over her slender arms. With each movement, they danced in harmony along with her with an ethereal touch to her silhouette.
The demure corset perfectly sculpted her waist with precision flaunting her boldness and confidence. It flexed her natural, well-carved curves, enhancing her beauty with every contour.
Her hair was styled into a big, low messy bun with braids like a waterfall cascading from the sides. Each strand was carefully messed to perfection, framing her face with softness. On top of this bun, two fresh white roses nestle between the waves.
A pair of shiny pearl earrings dangle from her lobes. Around her neck, a simple yet charming pearl necklace perfects her classic beauty. Each pearl is a symbol of elegance and purity.
As she imagined herself swaying across the dance floor, her partner's hand securing her waist, Shruti displayed an aura of confidence with her dance. With each step, they commanded attention.
Shruti got the chance to shine and having the confidence to do so is such a huge improvement over how timid she has been her whole life. Shruti danced up a storm in a shower of blue petals spellbinding everyone.
She just stood there lost in her daydreams, until someone suddenly popped the bubble of her thoughts. Startled, she turned around to see a face, with whom she was not unfamiliar. It was Anirudh with his underrated wide smile and shy puppy eyes. But beneath that wide smile that stretched from his left eye to right, how many terrifying truths could his face hide, standing straight as a tapestry? Was he truly the kind of person who would win the trust of others by wearing the mask of innocence and purity, only to shatter their hopes and trust later on?
Shruti couldn't completely believe the rumors she heard from Kartik and Shubham, but a seed of doubt and skepticism was already sowed in her mind. She knew she couldn't afford to trust Anirudh blindly. Anything was possible.
Her thoughts were again interrupted when Anirudh waved his fingers before her eyes, bringing her back to Earth. With a small smile, she returned to the present. Anirudh, unaware of the hurricane in her mind, decided to shrug it off. He signed toward her, asking how she was doing.
"I-I-I'm fine!" she fumbled in reply.
As she uttered those words, Shruti's attention was drawn to a huge figure appearing from behind Anirudh. Another familiar face was before her, but this time, a notion crossed her mind, "how many secrets could be concealed behind a devilish smile like his? What if he was a decent person underneath and he wore the mask of a troublemaker?"
Before she could think further, Anirudh noticed her zoning out once again, this time, her eyes glued on the figure behind him. His sudden reaction caught her off guard. His eyes widened in shock. His eyes were almost popped out of his sockets.
Kartik cocked an eyebrow at Anirudh, a silent question. But before a millisecond could pass, Anirudh grabbed Shruti by her wrists and pulled her forward as they bolted through the corridors toward their classroom. Their speed was reckless, bumping into students, and apologizing hurriedly. Shruti venting a series of whistles and tics, her frustration crashing with the chaos.
Breathless and panting heavily, they finally reached their destination, their classroom, leaning against the classroom door as they struggled to regain their position. Hands holding on to their knees, backs arched like bows weighed by exhaustion, they exchanged a glance and Anirudh shared a small laugh.
Though Shruti felt a little irritated at Anirudh's impulsive behavior, she decided to remain silent.
As the classes continued, the recess bell rang, igniting a spark of fire into the students' spirits. However, their excitement was short-term as the teacher intervened, instructing everyone to sit back down on their respective seats. With no will to stay in the classroom any longer, the students acted according to the command of the teacher, signed in to endure another boring lecture.
The teacher started with his unexciting, tiresome speech. "As you all may know," he emphasized, "there is a prom night being held eight days from today. I wholeheartedly encourage each and every one of you to join the ball and grace the dance floor with your lovely presence. Let us strive to make this year's prom the most memorable one ever, with outstanding showcases of dance and beauty. The students crowned as this year's prom king and queen will be honored as the head students of the year."
Despite the teacher's passionate speech, the students showed little to no enthusiasm, their minds already wandering to the thoughts of what their mothers had packed them for lunch. They had grown habituated to this annual routine. The speech had become deep-rooted in their memories word by word.
However, for Shruti, this was an entirely new and exciting experience. It would be her first time witnessing a school prom, and she was bubbling with expectations. The spark in her eyes reflected the same excitement as a child who is about to go to an amusement park. Her happiness was heart-warming
On the other hand, our protagonist, Anirudh Roy, was feeling anything but excitement. His heart was pounding so hard, so forcefully that it almost felt like it would burst through his chest. His mind was invaded by thoughts of the mysterious love letter he had received. Despite all his efforts to push away the thoughts, he couldn't shake off the worry about the sender's feelings.
Deep down, Anirudh wished for Shruti to be his partner for the prom, but the fear of hurting the feelings of the unknown writer held him back.
As the final bell echoed through the corridors and classrooms, indicating the time of departure of students, a mixed noise of various sounds filled the air. Laughter, the slap of shoes against the floor, and the gossips of students conversing with each other echoed, creating a lively atmosphere.
The students hurriedly made their way to their respective lockers, eager to gather their belongings and call it a day. Among them, Shruti was focused on her task when she suddenly felt someone poke on her shoulders from behind.
Flinched, she turned around furiously, her heart racing. However, her anger quickly turned to disbelief as her eyes encountered a familiar face in front of her.
"Why d-do you always ha-ve to poke my sh-sh-shoulders from be-hind? Can you please stop appearing u-unannounced?" Shrut ticced, but this time, there was no room for annoyance in her tone.
"Actually, I wanted to ask you something, if you don't mind," Kartik replied, ignoring her question. Shruti rolled her eyes and stared at his soul.
