Hello, everyone. Let me introduce myself; I'm Mansi, a 17-year-old currently navigating my way through 12th grade at an all-girls school. With fair skin and long, semi-curly deep brown hair, I'm blessed with a fit, curvaceous figure that people often find attractive. Despite being cute and having a soft voice, I do have a bit of short temper, but I also have an infectious, awesome smile. Dancing and music are my passions. I can live without anything but dance. Dance is like medicine for me, helping me find peace through life's ups and downs.
From the beginning, I loved dancing and wanted to do something in this field. So, during high school, I secretly auditioned for a new dance reality show. I knew convincing my parents would be next to impossible, so I secretly registered myself for the audition with the help of a close friend. He took me to the venue. When I was selected, I finally told them. To my surprise, they were convinced and allowed me to go.
I went Mumbai and successfully cleared the final selection round; this is where I saw him for the first time in real life. He was one of the judges, Terence: A 23-year-old, handsome, 6 feet tall, wheat-ish in complexion, with a tempting physique. He is an amazing contemporary dancer and choreographer. He owns his own dance company where he choreographs and produces dance music videos. I fell in love instantly. Luckily, I got selected for his team, and this is where I got some time to spend with him; admire the way he talks, he's a polite talker, very respectful, very knowledgeable. My crush grew on him every single day, but I hid it as I can't be in a love affair with my mentor. Days passed, with his guidance, and our relentless effort and determination, I eventually won the show.
After winning, I had to return to my hometown, Delhi, but before leaving, I celebrated our victory with him and the team. It was a big day for him as well, especially since the runner-up was also from his team. We had a great time. The celebration is over, everyone left for home, and here I am, waiting for my dad to begin our journey back home. It was in this moment that I found myself alone with him, cherishing the opportunity for some private time together. He could see that I had feelings for him, but he remained silent. I could also sense a spark between us, but unfortunately, we didn't have time to explore this further as I had to return home. However, we exchanged our numbers, and he said, "Whenever you're in Mumbai let me know. We sure will meet," with a wink. With a heavy heart, I said Goodbye.
On my way back home, he was constantly in my mind. I was revisiting all our dance practices, all the dances we danced together, how proud I made him when I won the show, and then I was wondering: will we ever meet again? Will he remember me? If he ever gets to know that I love him, will he ever date me?
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Imaginary Lover
FantasyAbout the story: Mansi, a middle-class girl with an unquenchable passion for dance, crosses paths with Terence, a renowned choreographer whose world is far beyond anything she's ever known. The moment she meets him, her heart catches fire, and she f...