My Dearest Rival

36.Sangeeta

I hate dancing.

Translation: I can't dance properly.

The last time i danced was on annual function of my school.

Translation: My teacher made me dance.

This is only thing i suck at. I hated dancing since i was kid. My parents used to make me dance in front of relatives. My Only motive to dance in front of relatives was to get money.

As soon as i stepped inside the wedding haul. Ishaan forced me to dance with him. The wedding was already done and for the first time in history i was late. And that's because of mr.asshole who caged me against the wall.

I'll be lying if i say i didn't enjoyed the show. He was furious when i mentioned Ishaan's name. I don't know what's his deal with ishaan but i love it whenever he made those faces.  Exasperating him with the name of my friend has become my new habit.

"Are you enjoying, sangs?" Ishaan ask as his hands touched my hands and back. I didn't feel anything. No sensation no goosebumps. Ishaan's touch far different from crackyhead. I didn't felt anything. Whenever crackyhead touches me, I felt a sensation that runs all over my body. It makes me do bad thing.

Maybe i need to study more about sensation and touches.

"Why are we dancing?" I ask, keeping my tone neutral. My legs are already done with dancing. All i want is to give gift to newlyweds and go back to my room and sleep like a snoozer.

"To make your husband jealous" he grins.

In return i glare at him. "He wouldn't be jealous." I replied.

"There you are wrong sweetheart. I know this is going to make him jealous. I have degree in this area" he says.

My stomach burns at the mention of sweetheart. Only one person calls me that and i hate that man. I have already started searching for the man who ruined my childhood. Once i see his face, I'll make sure he suffers to death.

"Your degree isn't going to work at him" i tell him.

"Look over my shoulder" he tells me.

My eyebrows frowned but i did as he said. I looked over his shoulder while he tightened his grip on my back. I look around and find crackyhead standing with a glass of juice. He didn't look at me, his gaze glued to ishaan's hand's placement. His jaw clenched; his one  hand is already turned into fist.

Shit!

He definitely looks like a jealous kitten. He looks so ready to murder ishaan anytime.

"He is jealous as fuck" ishaan smirk.

"Listen ishaan" i stopped dancing. I don't want any scene to happen here because of me. "We need to stop th-------"

"I can handle his punch for you" he said.

"What does that supposed to mean?"

"Nothing, you innocent girl. Just dance with me" i narrowed my eye at him.

We started to dance again. His hands never left the back. I looked at crackyhead but he is already looking at me like he is ready to murder someone. His grip around the glass tightened. His eyes are really shooting dragger. He looks so hot. Jealousy suits him.

What the fuck. Did i just think he is hot? O my God! I need to get my senses. I cannot find him hot. He is my enemy, the one who broke your heart in childhood .Sangeeta Get it together.

I break the eye contact and leans my head onto ishaan's shoulder.

You have got death wish sister for sure. You enemy is jealous as fuck and here you are adding more fuel into the fire.