*Viraj*
I hear my cell phone ringing. Kaha rakha tha maine? Before practice maine mere gym bag me rakha tha, right. I search my bag unable to find it. Kya musibat hai!
Finally, I take it out and pick up without bothering to see the caller ID.
"Hello?"
"Hello Viraj"
It's Aslesha.
She says my name and a sob breaks out. What the hell is wrong?
"Hello Aashi? Kya hua? Jesus are you okay?" I ask and her sobs get louder. Fuck, obviously she's not okay.
"Aashi.. shh please shaant ho jaao. Bataao na kya hua" I ask getting panicked by the second.
"Mai da.. dance nahi kar paaungi Viraj" she says as her voice shakes with her sobs.
"Par hua kya? Tumhe chot lagi hai? Are you not feeling well?" I ask worriedly.
"Tri.. Trisha ne mere dress pe hot.. hot chocolate giraa diya. Meri puri dress kha.. kharab ho gayi. Pari mera phone nahi utha rahi. Aur.. anarkali dress kisi ke paas hai bhi nahi. Mai.. mai kya karu? Papa audience me honge aur mai stage pe ja hi nahi paaungi. He'll be so dissapointed. I'm nothing but a dissapointed" she says and starts crying harder and I run my hands through my hair.
Trisha.. that bitch! I'll ruin her.
"Please shaant ho jaao. Kitna time hai abhi tumhara naam announce hone me?" I ask rushing outside the locker room with my bike keys.
"45 minutes" she says.
"Tum kaha ho?"
"5th floor. Dance room" she answers.
I get on my bike quickly and start it.
"Vohi ruko mai abhi aa raha hu dress le ke. And please stop crying. Re-do your make-up agar kharab hua ho toh. We don't have much time. I promise you I'll be back in less than 45 minutes. Tum dance karogi Aslesha. Just don't cry ok. Mai aa raha hu bass jaldi se" I say and hang up.
I speed up my bike to the nearest boutique and rush inside scanning the aisles of dresses.
"Anarkali dress kaha milegi" I ask the lady who is folding a dress nearby.
"Welcome to Shehnaaz boutique sir. How may I help you" she smiles.
"Anarkali. Dress. Kaha. Milegi?" I glare at her as she gulps, pointing towards the aisle beside her.
Itne saare dresses! Select kaise kar paaunga? I see women giving me weird glances. Kabhi life me handsome ladka dekha nahi kya?
Boutique me nahi dekha hoga.
Screw it! Who cares? I start picking up random dresses.
Ugh itna bright colour aankh me chubh raha hai.. ye itna dull colour.. ye toh kuch jyada hi bada hai.. chee ye dress ke naam pe kalank hai.. oh god iske sleeves kaha hai? Ye toh aage peeche sab jagah se khulla hai..
I see a dress in the far corner and pick it up.
It's a gray anarkali with pink and golden embroidery.. and overall it looks perfect. Size aa jaaye bass. Jyada sochne ka time nahi hai. Yahi le leta hu.
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Clean Bowled
RomanceViraj Singhania is a cricketer. Aslesha Mathur is a kathak dancer. He doesn't care about anything and anybody. She is really kind and helpful towards everybody. Parties, girls and scoring double centuries is his life. Papa, novels and ghungroos are...