What happens when two people with completely different notions about everything in life, including "love," decide to get together, even if it's just for show?
Ishani Mehrotra, 25, a Financial Analyst-a strong, independent, and headstrong woman shape...
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There I was again tonight Forcing laughter, faking smiles Same old tired, lonely place Walls of insincerity, shifting eyes and vacancy Vanished when I saw your face All I can say is, it was enchanting to meet you
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She looks at me as if given the opportunity, she would not hesitate to break my head.
"Excuse me, I don't recall promising you any such thing, Mr. Raichand," she replies, her voice laced with annoyance.
“Come on, humour me,Miss Mehrotra ,” I push, not entirely sure why I’m doing it. There’s something about her irritation that amuses me, and I can’t seem to help myself.
She rolls her eyes, clearly exasperated by my persistence. But just as she’s about to respond, a new song begins to play, and I notice her face soften as a small, reluctant smile tugs at her lips. She glances at me, and with a sigh of surrender, places her palm in my already outstretched hand.
“Fine,” she warns in a lighter tone,“But this is just because of the song.”
As I lead us toward the dance floor, positioning us for the dance, I realise the song playing is Taylor Swift's ‘Enchanted.’ She sways effortlessly, and I can’t help but smile at how the music seems to bring out a gentler side of her. It’s as if the song is melting away her sharp edges, and for once, she’s just enjoying the moment.
As we begin to move in time with the song, I feel the rhythm flowing between us. There’s a certain elegance in the way we glide across the floor, our bodies instinctively moving together. But of course, I can’t resist teasing her.
“Are you going to step on my foot again, Ish?” I ask, raising an eyebrow playfully.
“Ish?” she repeats, her eyebrows knitting together in puzzlement. Then, with a smirk, she adds, “That depends on if you keep annoying me with nicknames, Raksh?”
