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A Fan fiction on Shivaay and Anika.
The characters are similar as we know about them in the show except a fact that here Shiv is more expressive and Anika cant express that easily.
She turned to leave that hall at that moment only. She could not put up with all the taunts, mocking comments, laughters those were coming to her ears. Everyone at that hall had started taunting after that mistake which happened only because of that idiot non-dancer. Shankar had failed to lift her up properly and She had slipped through his arms and landed on the floor. Since then, everyone had been laughing seeing them. She wiped her tears away, She did not want to show her defeated, hurt face to the people around her. She forgot her dance partner still standing on the stage. She only wished to withdraw her whole self from that damn place immediately. She had almost reached near that huge,almost 15ft high door, when She listened to a tune from behind. Must be a spanish guiter someone had been playing, She turned around to see all the guests of that room had been mobbed around someone. The tune was coming from that way. . . .
Kadamsekadamjo mile To phirsath hum tum chale Chalesath hum tum jahan Wahinpe bane kaafile . . . The crowd parted away, made her way to the person playing the guitar. She could not believe what She was witnessing, That Same guy, same idiot non dancer Shankar was bending on his knees, asking for her hands to dance, He looked up with an urge in his eyes..sorry he was not Shankar, That huge turban was not adorning his head, That All-time Shades which He used to wear, No..He was not wearing that even. She looked staright into those greenish blue orbs, pleading before her through the gaze. She felt lost again, in Shivaay's eyes. . . . The rest of the time the whole room witnessed a performance which they had never watched in their lives.
They swirled, He Lifted her up in his arms without any mistake, He grabbed her waist without any shyness, made her match with his steps, Shivaay stepped forward while Anika stepped back, matching and measuring her steps with his. He made her twirl around him.
Dara di dara, sunotohyaara Aajakarlemanmanithodiaur
Mon amour (my love) Mon amour (मेरा प्यार )
They started making their ways over the room,holding each other's hand, and dancing to the music They finished the performance with such pose,
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People who had been mocking them, started applauding after such eyes pleasing dance - WALTZ ! "Thank you" She whispered, He smiled seeing her face beaming with happiness. Finally He defeated before a girl, and had danced with her like in typical bollywood style. What is happening to him? He thought for a second before making her stand on hers. . . . Anika was not in the reality but totally engrossed in her thoughts, An incident flashed upon her mind, .......... "wo kamar" He said lowering his face, he was blushing. "Toh.... dance karne ke liye you need to hold me, aur aise dance mein kamar se pakad te hain "She tried to make him learn about the steps, "Aise.. haan, just hold my waist and your right leg..yup it has to be at behind and the left one has to be forwarded.. as if i am about to stumble over something and you will not let me fall.. ok?" And on the first attempt, He failed, after several practices, falling, tripping, stepping not in organized way rather on each other's foot, yelling, making the data balance Nil, again practicing hard, they reached at a position to at least perform something, which Sane people can watch. She brought herself back from their practice session, those times at the past. She stood up and went towards the bedroom, taking another sip of the tea. She needed to change this dancing gown !
