Hey, I'm a celebrity!

chapter-16

Diya's POV:
                     "O-okay." I accepted to play even though I feared to.

"Good. Then your question for truth is.."

Oh God! Please it shouldn't be anything that makes me lament about it later.

"Diya, do you remember our dance in the party?"

Is that all he could come up with? Fine, it is easy for me to answer then.

"Not even a bit." I told the truth.

"Okay. Then your dare is...you have to dance with me." He said bluntly.

"Huh?" Why did he want to dance with me? Time pass? Because I thought he would have danced with me before because he had no one else to pair with.

"Didn't hear?  I dare you Diya Sharma that you have to dance with me- aka The great Rishab Pandya ."

He stood up from the arm chair and came towards me.  He held out his hand for me to take.

I was dumbstruck by the sudden encounter. But before I realize what was happening my hands reached out to his, without even bothering to ask my permission.

He took a remote with his other hand and switched on the music player. It sang a slow Bollywood song.

He took my hand and placed it over his shoulders and held my loose hand with the other. He pulled me closer to him by my waist. All those side effects of his touch erupted inside me. But all the while I was simply looking at his eyes in the hope of finding his intentions.

We moved slowly along with the rhythm and I didn't dare to look at him after we started dancing. I didn't want him to see the effects he create when he comes closer to me.

We pulled away after two minutes and I looked everywhere but him.

"So dare completed." He said smirking.

So it's just a dare. I'm only over imagining things. Remember Diya- 'Birds of the same feather flock together'. You aren't the same as Rishab. You are no way near to him. You have to act according to your place. I told myself.

We chatted for a while and decided to have lunch. He sat at the end of the dining table and I sat on his right. A maid came from inside and started serving him first. He looked at the food and back at me.

"Are you a vegetarian?"

"Nah! I eat non veg but that counts only chicken and fish."

"Are you picky?"

"Sort of." I grinned.

We ate the chicken biriyani with raita and chicken lollypop in complete silence. Not that we didn't want to talk, we wanted to devour the chicken biriyani.

"So what's next?"

"Um.. I've to practice. Only if I workout everyday I can shine and beget more fans like you."

"What the." I stopped. I can't yell at him.

"Mr. Oh so cool Rishab Pandya, since when did I become your fan? I'm one and only an exclusive Dhoni fan."

"Yeah you aren't my fan." He spoke and smirked at me again. But this smirk was speaking something. The- whole-you-aren't-my-fan had some other meaning in it.

"Will you help me practice?"

"Me? How?"

"Come I'll tell you."

He took me to the underground which had a huge room. One side of the room was a gym and other side empty with a cricket net to practice.