Another Cinderella story- A Varun Dhawan fanfic

Chapter 8

Shraddha Kapoor

He actually said that out loud.

I don't understand why my cheeks heat up when I know he is telling a white lie.

"Yeh toh bahot achi baat hai" Sarojji smiles "Let's do one thing. Shraddha beta, tum front pe aa jao..you and Varun will be good pair"

"NO"/"NO"

We both shout simultaneously. Sarojji stares at us appalled at our outburst.

"Sarojji what I mean is..if we do any changes now..all the sync will go for toss" Varun tries to salvage the situation.

"You don't worry about that. She is your girlfriend, she should dance with you" Sarojji says firmly as she looks out for her assistance.

Varun shoots killer looks at me while crackling his knuckles silently telling me if I don't act right now I'll be dead in next five minutes.

"Sarojji" I intervene "Actually I'm not feeling well. I came here just to meet Varun and tell him that I have got the doctor's appointment at 5" I was getting good at lying. My stepmom has inadvertently taught me that.

I notice Varun's shoulder drooping in ease.

"Varun is very caring and doesn't let me work even if I hurt my tiny toe" I tease and he shrugs like 'whatever'

"Okay beta then you should take rest" Sarojji says warmly. "Aur yeh Sachin kaha marr gaya hai?" she goes on to find her assistant.

As soon as Saroj Mam is out of earshot, Varun grabs my hand and drags me inside dressing room. He makes sure the room is empty only then he latches the door from inside.

I will be lying if I say I'm not little scared right now.

"Don't you have any better clothes to wear?" he criticises his eyes scrutinising my dress.

I pull my top over my belly but it exposes my cleavage so I pull it back up. I should have taken a stole, I whack myself...but wait a minute..why is acting like he is my real boyfriend?

"I'll dress as I please" I retort.

"No you won't. Not when you'll be roaming as my girlfriend" he mutters under his breath and I wonder when will he stop speaking to me without snarling his lips or grinding his teeth?

"And what's deal with this unkempt hair?" he tweaks at my locks "Have you ever entered a salon in your entire life? You know, there is place called 'Salon'" he begins in mock explanation as if I didn't knew "You'll find one almost anywhere, it's place where ugly chicks are morphed into beautiful swans by experts called beautician. But in your case we might need more of a magician to work on that face yours" he chuckles.

Ouch. That hurt.

"I'm not changing my look. I'm happy the way I'm" I remark feeling offended "Also Karan didn't mentioned anything about changing the look" I remind him sternly.

"You won't be dating Karan but Varun Dhawan. And if you are going to be with me, it has to be the way I want" he wobbles cockily.

"Why are you making it sound like I'm the one dying to be with you? Honestly I don't give rat's shit what will happen if people will find out it was me whom you kissed last night, because it won't matter to me, as you see, its not my image or my career or my future that is at stake!" I vent my voice rising octane high.

He reacts immediately pushing me on mirror wall and covering my mouth with his hand to muffle the crescendo.

Our bodies get drawn dangerously close in the process. He places finger of his other hand on his lips as my heart races against my will.

He slowly uncovers his hand and moves away from me. Suddenly atmosphere in this small room is too electrified to breathe.

"Also" I say composing myself "No touching in private"

He closes his eyes and I'm sure he is counting till ten and he opens them after exactly ten seconds.

"Shraddha" he says more calmly this time. I realise this is first time he has addressed me properly.

"I'm..." I wait till the word comes out "Sorry" he says with great effort.

"You should be" I cross my arms.

"Look" he folds his hand "We are mature enough to handle this situation without bringing Karan in every time. Also you are right. It's my image that is at stake. But what you don't know is once the word about us dating is out in media, they will make your life living hell. They would want to know everything about you. What she was wearing..how she was carrying herself...and all that crap. They will be on your back 24/7" his brow furrows in worry.

Varun is finally talking to me like I'm human and not duck.

I nod in understanding "but still I won't chop off my hair" I say in ultimatum.

He sighs "Can you at least get new outfit for tomorrow?" he requests.

"What's tomorrow?" I inquire.

"Movie date" he smiles despite himself "Today the word will be out. And tomorrow we'll be going on our first official fake date"

I wished he had left the word 'fake' out but at the same time I'm glad he didn't..as it will keep me grounded in reality. I can't get carried away in this make belief fantasy.

But either way, fake or real, this is actually first time I'll be going out on proper date with a guy.

And I hate to admit but I'm pretty much excited.

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