The Lifelong Death

12|| Rain and Bollywood

Above is a picture of Amir watching Alizeh dance

I don't want to be so harsh, but I have managed to pull myself into a situation that is not possible for me to manage.

"Look, I-I can help you. What is this reason that you hate my dad? Look, we can sort things out. There must be a very valid reason for you to do this. You don't even seem like a bad person. If you, I-" 

Her words kept repeating in my head. What did she mean by sort out? She said I am not that bad of a person, even though I am treating her so ruthlessly.

{ AMIR'S POV }

I felt guilty for what I was doing. She was there wanting to help me out and I was here just dragging the situation, not knowing what to do.

"Look, I-I can help you. What is this reason that you hate my dad? Look, we can sort things out. There must be a very valid reason for you to do this. You don't even seem like a bad person. If you, I-"

Her words kept repeating in my head again and again. What should I do?

I decided to go talk to her about what she meant until I realized she wasn't in that room.

I went inside to search for her in the balcony.

I stopped as my mouth wide opened and my eyes stayed opened for the whole time. It was indeed a breathtaking sight.

Alizeh, had her arms spread out while she was dancing in the rain. Like, the Bollywood style.

I didn't know the scary Alizeh, was the romantic type.

While the sky was heavily pouring, Alizeh was dancing like there was no one watching. Little did she know, I was there hiding behind the door watching her with my eyes wide open.

She twirled and held her dupatta high, then brought it in front of her face.

Her features stood out as she held the white dupatta in front of her face.

God, she is impossible! And... umm beautiful!

I lightly slapped myself for thinking like that.

She spread her arms again and twirled while her dupatta fell down.

Her curves were clearly visible due to her wearing a wet white kameez. She was almost perfect.

I immediately lowered my gaze as I realized I was staring at her body the whole time.

She was Victoria Secret model like beautiful. She was pretty tall, and she had an hourglass figure. Her tanned skin, chiseled cheeks, hazel eyes, pink lips all seemed to be perfect. Her long hair that came down to her waist was just...

Oh God! What am I thinking? I can't think like that about Alizeh. She doesn't even know who I am. She hates me. How can I think like that?

Then, I realized something was wrong. Something was very wrong. Alizeh, you need to stop or else-

{ ALIZEH'S POV }

I felt like a free bird as I spread out my arms.

The last few months, I was trapped in a dark room, tied to a chair. Now, I was here still trapped yet free dancing in the rain.

Though, I was still kidnapped, I just wanted to imagine being free. I did not want to go back to that room, see his-Amir's face even if he had a mask on. I wanted to fly away to my mom and dad.

How must they be feeling not having me beside them? I wondered as I kept twirling.

Hundreds and hundreds of emotions surged through me, as I was completely unknown of my surroundings.

One good, watching me as he lowered his gaze. And the other bad, watching me as if I was their source of entertainment.

Unknown to everything, I kept dancing. Completely unaware of the fact that I was wet wearing a white kameez exposing my body.

I wanted to run away from here. I wanted to see baba and ammi. I wanted go go back in time, when everything was perfect.

I was wearing a beautiful gown that had now turned into rags. I had baba, ammi, Mitali beside me. Life was so great!

How did I end up here?

I wasn't supposed to be here, destiny was not supposed to bring me here. Yet, I was.

My tears weren't visible only because it was raining. Yet, I smiled trying to hide everything inside me. Trying to make myself feel free, when I clearly knew it was all a dream.

As I finally came back to reality when I heard lines of men whistling at me.

I was dancing in a balcony of the second floor, while men from taller buildings kept staring. They turned on a hindi song called: chikni chameli, telling me to dance again. The song they played was like an item song, where the girl would dance shamelessly.

I realized that I was so lost, that I never realized I was all wet while wearing the color white. My body almost exposed.

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