Ek Ladki Ko Dekha Toh Aisa Laga...

TWENTY-FOUR

MANIK'S POV:

Pulling on the kurta that i borrowed from Abhimanyu i look at myself in the mirror.

Yuck! I look like a chomu... Chii yaar.

"Wow, Manik... Tu to chaa gaya." Cabir says from the bed.

If it weren't for Nandini, i swear i would have thrown this itchy white kurta off me.

I glare at Cabir, "Chup reh bae kamine, kyuki iss samay tu bandar lag raha hai. So do the kee-kee kaa-kaa which monkey's do." He scowls at me.

"Guys stop it! Manik you are looking nice." Dhruv comments making us glare at him.

"From which angle do you think its nice?" I ask him pinching up the kurta.

What a relief! This is so itchy.

"Ohh someone is looking....different." Abhimanyu says barging in the room and Cabir snorts.

"Chill Manik! Its fine. But yeah do something with your hairs." Alia says getting up from the couch and adjusts Dhruv's kurta.

I gel my hairs and style them in a little funky way. Well, it makes me feel and look so much better.

I wonder jab meri aur Nandini ki shaadi hogi tab how will i manage to wear traditional?

Waah beta! Abhi girlfriend bani nahi aur tu shaadi pe pahunch ja.

I shake my head to make these thoughts go away. Surely i am going crazy. I am just 19, shaadi to abhi bhut door hai.

"Chal na dude, bhut der ho gayi. I don't want to miss her performance." Mukti says and drags off Abhimanyu, who follows her like a lost puppy.

Whipped!

"Abbey chalega ya nahi?" Cabir asks and we all pile out of the room.

We reach at the ground in which the night will be hosted. Dean sir happily welcomes us and we all look around to find Nandini.

When the lights go off. Well damn! Ab main apni Nandini ko kaise dhoondu?

"Ladies and Gentlemen, a very warm welcome to this event. For our first performance, we have our one of the best student. Nandini Murthy. Please welcome her with a round of applause." The host says and leaves the stage.

I focus in the stage for her. The moment i heard her name my mind became restless.

I haven't seen her properly today. And also we didn't get the chance to talk and meet. I wonder how she will look in traditional? Beautiful. Pakka.

She is always beautiful. In everything she wears she looks beautiful. Just like an Angel.

I hear the slight, a very slight jingles and I instantly know that she is here.
The crowd goes silent and the spot light falls on her.

She is standing with her back, a very revealing back, facing us. I can already sense the boys, fucknuts, looking at her.

I wish mujhe itne khoon maaf hote, toh i swear i would have killed every guy who is looking at what's mine.

I shake my head and focus on her. She is wearing a beautiful off white and golden lehenga thingie which made her look ethereal.

Beautiful, my beautiful goddess.

Thats the only thought that ran through my mind when i saw her.

Jhank Jhank Jhan

And she turned making me stare at he like a love sick puppy he has turned me to. She twirled and did some mind blowing flexy steps. The music stopped and so did my heart.