~ A tale of a friendship crushed and an affection triumphed ~
Best Ranking : #1 in ShraMan #12 in General Fiction
Shravan and Suman, Childhood best friends, inseparable so to say. Suman, a feisty and hot headed girl, her only goal in life, to be ac...
I'm back with a new part of Alfaaz, finally! I am grateful to all of you that have been reading, voting, commenting and supporting Alfaaz since the very beginning of the story. It means a lot to me. Even though I am not responding to each comment personally these days, please know that I read each of them and each comment holds a special place in my heart. All of you, my followers, matter a lot to me. Sending much love your way!
Coming to this one, Raqs; literally meaning dance, dancing or ball! Ahan, you got it, someone's going to be dancing tonight. Now, whether its dancing to the tune of music or that of another person remains to be seen. The last update welcomed you all to the Doyle Mansion in Braemar, here is an update that will help you settle in the quaint village ;)
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The ballroom was lit up with numerous candles. The crystal chandelier in the middle of the room, shone against the brilliance of the flames that danced to the tunes of the soft engulfing breeze. The slick wooden floor bounced off the evanescent glare of the many tea-lights that were placed strategically to add to the warmth of the set-up.
One by one, the couples stepped onto the dance floor, putting their best foot forward. Waltz was the chosen style for the night, though their family was seldom known to obey set patterns. May insisted that a traditional ball was in order. It was the best way to get in touch with the true Irish culture.
"Nanu, you slept off early last night. Not done. You have to dance!" Exclaimed Shravan.
"I am an old man; I walk with a stick. How do you suppose I should take up such a feat?" Asked the greying man.
"Uff! I'm not asking you to do tango or anything Nanu, just come to the dance floor, please!" He pressed earnestly.
"This is ballroom dancing. If I am to call your Nani from hell, where she is wreaking havoc, you all would waltz right out of the village." He said humorously.
Shravan laughed, "Hell is it?"
"Why of course! Where else would that woman go? She was such a strict principal. With all the students she has disciplined, she wasn't truly getting into God's good books. Those poor students of hers. They used to be so petrified of her."
"Well, how else does one bring kids to fall in line? If she's in hell, you are headed there too." Shravan winked. Before Raghuvansh could connect his now lifted stick to Shravan, he made a dash towards Suman.
"You think I can't dance? I will show you what dancing is!" He yelled at Shravan's retreating figure.
"I don't think Nanu, I know!" He exclaimed. "I dare you, to dance!"
