Love's perfect timing

Chapter 1: impression of dance

Urvi had always envisioned her college life as a grand adventure, filled with excitement, new experiences, and the thrill of independence. But reality, as it often does, had other plans. The college she had joined wasn't her first choice—even far from it. It was the one that had accepted her, the one her parents approved of, and the one that seemed to make the most sense on paper. Yet, as she walked through the gates on her first day, she couldn't shake the feeling that she was stepping into a life she hadn't truly chosen.

Still, Urvi was determined to make the best of it. If there was one thing that always lifted her spirits, it was dance. Dance had been her passion for as long as she could remember where she could lose herself, forget her worries, and express what words couldn't. So, when orientation week began, she held onto a flicker of hope that she might find something to ignite her excitement.

The orientation events were designed to introduce the freshmen to campus life, a series of presentations that promised to make the transition smoother.

Urvi and her new friend Srishti, whom she had met on the first day asking gate no 3, funny??

Hainaa same thoughts.

They decided to attend the first orientation session together. They entered the auditorium, brimming with anticipation, eager to soak in whatever the college had to offer.

But as the hours passed, that initial enthusiasm began to dwindle. The speakers droned on about rules, regulations, and academic expectations, their voices a monotonous hum that echoed in the large, dimly lit hall. Urvi glanced over at Srishti, who looked equally bored. They exchanged a knowing look—a silent agreement that they had enough.

" Wanna sneak out?" Srishti whispered.

Urvi grinned, relieved that she wasn't the only one feeling this way. "Absolutely."

They slipped out of the auditorium as discreetly as they could, the heavy doors closing behind them with a quiet thud. Outside, the campus was buzzing with students, some heading to their next session, others, like them, choosing to explore instead. The air was filled with the scent of fresh-cut grass and the distant hum of conversation, a welcome contrast to the stifling atmosphere of the auditorium. As they wandered around the campus, they discovered quiet places and bustling courtyards, student hangouts, and hidden spots where the sun filtered through the trees just right. It wasn't the grand adventure Urvi had imagined, but it was something—a small taste of freedom in this new, unfamiliar place.

The next few days passed in a blur of introductions, lectures, and more orientation sessions. Urvi and Srishti attended a few more, but their hearts were never truly in it. A few days later, the college organized a grand event to showcase all the societies and their talents. The auditorium was packed with students, the atmosphere buzzing with excitement. Urvi and Srishti found seats in the middle, eager to get a good view of the performances. One by one, the societies took the stage, each presenting a glimpse of what they had to offer. There was the Debating Society, with its sharp-tongued members sparring over current issues, the Drama Club, performing a short but intense play, and the Music Society, filling the hall with melodies that ranged from classical to contemporary.

Then, it was the Dance Society's turn. The lights dimmed, and the stage was bathed in a soft glow. Urvi leaned forward, her heart pounding with anticipation. The group performance began, a mix of contemporary, classical, Bhangra ,Hip-hop and freestyle dance. It was impressive, but nothing she hadn't seen before.

Then, as the group dispersed,

one dancer remained on stage. Urvi noticed him immediately—A tall guy with an easy confidence. But when the music started and beat dropped, and he launched into his routine, a solo hip-hop performance that was nothing short of electrifying. His movements were sharp, precise, yet fluid, his body moving in perfect sync with the rhythm. Every beat seemed to pulse through him, each move telling a story of its own. It wasn't just dance—it was an expression of pure, unfiltered emotion.

Urvi was captivated. She had seen many dancers before, but none like this. She got to know his name as his friends cheering him.

She turned back and heard "SAMARTH".

His performance was raw and powerful, a perfect blend of technique and passion. She couldn't take her eyes off him, completely absorbed in the energy he exuded. It was as if the world had narrowed down to just the stage, the music, and his dance.

She turned to Srishti, barely able to contain her excitement. "He's incredible," she whispered. "I've never seen anyone dance like that."

Srishti nodded, equally entranced. "He's amazing. I didn't expect this at all."

The performance ended with a final, powerful move, and the audience erupted in applause. Samarth took a bow, his face glowing with the satisfaction of a job well done. But as the lights came back on and the next society took the stage, Urvi found herself still lost in the memory of his dance. The other performances, though impressive, faded into the background.

When the event finally ended, Urvi and Srishti made their way out of the auditorium. The evening air was cool against Urvi's flushed cheeks, but her mind was still buzzing with the energy of the performance. She knew she had to tell someone about it.

As soon as she got home, she picked up her phone and called her long-distance friend.

The moment her friend answered, Urvi launched into an excited rant about the evening.

"You won't believe the performance I just saw!"

"There was this guy—Samarth—and he did this solo hip-hop routine that was just... incredible.

I mean, I've seen a lot of dancers, but he was something else. His moves were so precise, so powerful. It was like he was telling a story with his dance.

Her friend listened patiently as Urvi went on, describing every detail of the performance—the way Samarth moved, the music that seemed to pulse through him, the way he commanded the stage. For two hours, Urvi talked, her excitement never waning.

By the time she hung up, she felt a sense of contentment she hadn't felt in weeks. The uncertainty she had felt about college seemed to fade away, replaced by a newfound determination. She wasn't sure what the future held, but one thing was clear: she needed to be a part of that Dance Society. Samarth's performance had ignited a fire within her, a reminder of why she loved dance in the first place.

It wasn't a crush, she told herself, just a deep admiration for his talent. But as she lay in bed that night, she couldn't help but smile at the thought of dancing alongside him, learning from him, maybe even sharing the stage with him someday.

Urvi knew she had to take the next step, to audition for the Dance Society and prove to herself that she belonged there. College might not have started the way she had hoped, but now, with the promise of dance, she felt like she was finally finding her place.