If Avantika had the power to make three of her wishes come true, she would only desire three things from her life: becoming part of the elite group of the college, hanging out with the elite group of the college, and enjoying life as part of the eli...
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Advait woke up early. After his workout, he found himself in the study room and opened a drawer and looked at his gun.
Something fluttered out and fell on the floor. It was a letter. A letter written from his grandfather. It wasn't meant for him but for his uncle, Karan Veer Sharma. Advait was only ten when his grandfather handed him the letter to give to his uncle. He was a young, curious child who opened it up to read.
After reading it, he never dared to give it to his uncle, mainly because he feared as a child that his uncle would know that he read it before giving it to him.
His grandfather is long dead, and the secret of the letter is buried deep. He stared at the letter again and
remembered that staring at a thing for more than a few seconds could create an attachment. He pushed the letter back into the drawer and went to take a bath.
After breakfast, he drove to college and spent time with Mohit and Arjun, his two best pals. They were organizing a fest along with their three female friends. After attending a class, Advait checked the progress, went to the Seminar hall, and sat beside Payal.
Payal is one of the most gorgeous beauties in the college, and it is rumored that Advait is dating her. While that isn't true, Payal did wish to date him and sat upright as soon as he came. It wasn't conscious of her, but she tilted slightly over to him, almost leaning on him. Payal greeted him with a smile.
"How is it going on?" Advait asked.
"It's going fine," She said, smiling a little more.
Looking back at the stage and finding that Avantika was still there, she lashed out, "Are you dumb? I told
you already, come back tomorrow."
Advait looked at Avantika while he asked Payal, "What's the matter?"
"Nothing. Her dress is inappropriate. I want her to come tomorrow and not waste our time," Payal replied.
Advait was looking at Avantika, and he stared at her for more than a few seconds, not realizing that Looking at something for a longer time could create an attachment.
"What is she performing?" He asked.
Before Payal could answer, Avantika replied, "Dance."
"If you are comfortable in your dress, show us your moves. That's what matters more than dress."
"Thank you, thanks a lot," Avantika replied, and the happiness was visible.
"Don't thank me. I just hope you will show us some good dance, a complete, entertaining dance."
Payal seemed pissed, but she didn't say anything. The music played, and Avantika began to dance.
Advait wasn't expecting it from an average-looking girl like her who looked studious to dance the way she did. She poured out her heart, and there was eroticism flowing out of her facial expressions and every inch of her body.
When she bent a little while dancing, she made three jerks back to back to create a dancing phenomenon that resembled something more than dancing. In his most primitive, dark inner-self,
Advait already desired to take every pleasure he could take from this girl he knew nothing about.
There were plenty of girls who would throw themselves at him, but he was getting attracted to this girl who poured her heart into dancing and caused something in his crotch.
When Avantika was done, she breathed heavily and looked straight into Advait's eyes, trying to figure out whether he liked it. Before he could say anything, Payal said, "You danced well. We will tell you whether your performance was selected by tomorrow. Good luck. Check the list on the notice board
tomorrow. Bye."
Avantika was pissed; she wanted this to be an opportunity to talk to Advait. She went off stage and left the seminar hall.
There were many other performances that Advait watched, but then he was bored and was about to leave. "By the way, that girl who danced to Kamli's song, whose dress you called inappropriate, she really danced well. Select her in."
"Oh her, yes, I will," Payal smiled.
The other two girls sitting with Payal were Mehwish and Naina.
Naina asked her, "But we didn't note her name or contact number. You just made her leave the stage before she told us about her."
"If we don't have her name, then she doesn't have to be on the list," Payal replied.
"But Advait said..." Naina was about to say something, but then she noticed something in Payal's eyes. She knew what was happening, so she didn't say anything further.
