It was function day at the school, bustling with students and hurried teachers. Vrinda was deeply engrossed in final dance practice when the organizer delivered troubling news: the main dancer was unwell and unable to perform.
"Ab kya kare?" Vrinda fretted.
Shriyan, passing by, inquired, "Kya hua sab itne tense kyu lag rahe ho?"
"Woh hamara main dancer ki tabiyat kharab hai, woh nahi aa sakta," Vrinda explained tensely.
"Toh koi aur dancer dekho," Shriyan suggested.
"Uske jitna accha dance koi nahi kar sakta aur thodi der he bachi hai performance ke liye, itni jaldi kaise sikhayenge hum new dancer ko," Vrinda lamented.
"Ab kya kare?" Shriyan pondered.
Remembering Anish's dancing skills, Shriyan proposed, "Anish hamari madad kar sakta hai."
"Unhe dance karna aata hai?" Vrinda asked skeptically.
"Itna accha nahi, par abhi wahi hamari madad kar sakta hai," Shriyan replied.
"Accha chalo unse puchte hai phir," Vrinda agreed.
Approaching Anish on the school grounds, Shriyan called out to him. Anish, seeing Vrinda with Shriyan, approached them.
"Haa bolo na Shriyan, kya hua?" Anish asked.
"Woh hume tumhari madad chahiye," Shriyan said.
"Kyu, kya hua sab thik toh hai?" Anish inquired.
"Woh hamare main dancer ki tabiyat kharab hai, toh tumhe use replace karna hoga," Shriyan explained.
"Par... Mai... toh..." Anish hesitated.
"Please mana mat kijiye, hamare pass koi dusra option nahi hai," Vrinda pleaded anxiously.
"Thik hai, mujhe steps bata do," Anish finally agreed.
Anish went to the dance room where Vrinda asked the organizer to teach him the steps. Despite the short notice, Anish learned the routine quickly, and soon it was time for their performance.
As Vrinda and Shriyan watched the dance unfold, Vrinda couldn't help but feel a pang of jealousy seeing Anish dance with another girl. She clenched her fists tightly until the dance ended.
Observing Vrinda's emotions, Vaidehi approached her after the function ended.
"Mujhe tumse kuch kehna hai," Vaidehi said.
"Haa bolo na, kya hua?" Vrinda asked.
"Tum dance ke time itne gusse main kyu thi?" Vaidehi questioned.
"Voh... hum... pata nahi, hume bahut gussa aya tha uss time Anish ko kisi aur ladki ke saath dekh kar," Vrinda admitted, her disappointment evident.
"Mai keh rahi thi na tumhe woh pasand hai... tumhe abhi jealousy bhi feel ho rahi hai," Vaidehi remarked excitedly.
"Shayad tum sahi keh rahi ho," Vrinda acknowledged without denying her feelings this time.
"Kya... Sach mei pasand hai?" Vaidehi asked curiously.
"Humne kaha na, hum abhi sure nahi hai," Vrinda replied.
Vrinda left, pondering over her feelings. "Kahin... kya humein sach mein unse prem ho gaya hai?" she wondered aloud.
"Haa," Vaidehi answered from behind.
"Chup karo," Vrinda said, placing a finger on her lips.
"Tumhe accept kyu nahi karna ki tumhe woh pasand hai?" Vaidehi asked seriously.
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Tum Prem Ho
RomansaIt is a really simple love story of Anish and Vrinda, that is inspired by RadhaKrishna (It is just a inspired story, no one's love can be as pure as RadhaKrishna) Anish Thakur : The most famous and sincere boy in school known for his academic focus...
