Another Cinderella story- A Varun Dhawan fanfic

Chapter 31

Varun Dhawan

I toss and turn in my bed for whole night unable to catch a tiny wink of sleep.

I look no less than zombie when I walk in gym at 6 am in the morning. For the whole time Prashant, my personal trainer, stares at me as I pump the dumbbells in vigor.

"Slow down a bit Champ! You'll strain your muscles" He warns holding out my triceps.

"There is photo shoot in the evening, I've to look good. Also I'm making up for one week of lost workout" I grit my teeth "I'm feeling quite heavy" I complain dishonestly. 

In actuality, I'm feeling more heavy in my head as my brain is incessantly working out the mental mess I'm stuck in.

Sonam has given me perpetual deadline. She has demanded I'm bound to take her out with me as my date for the special screening of movie, which is on Thursday.

It means I've four days to tell the world how I've jumped my liaison from my current girlfriend Shraddha to my ex girlfriend Sonam in a blink of an eye. 

Shraddha!

It's been 22 hours 30 minutes and 50 seconds since I have last seen her waving me goodbye from across the road and I'm already missing her.

Though I've got a perfect excuse to see her today as Karan has given me this important task of sending down his message to her.

Intelligent part of my brain mocks me, reminding me I can simply text her informing about cancelled appointment or call her even. But I ignore it with a smirk.

Once you fall in love you loose your sanity. You loose your capability to think rationally about any given situation.

I flex the cross ropes over my chest in jest.

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Shraddha Kapoor

It feels great to be back to work, I flex my upper body warming it up for rehearsals.

I have lot of catching up to do so on my request Ahmed has allowed Puneet, my dance partner, to stay behind and practice with me while rest of crew leaves for shoot.

Just when are middle of it, the  door to rehearsal room creaks open and I miss hold of Puneet's arm, my bump hitting on wooden floor, when I see Varun Dhawan entering inside.

He has backpack on his shoulder and he is wearing a grey hoodie and black track pants. He looks like he has come here straight out of gym. He face is literally glowing with sweet, fresh blood flushing his cheek bones.

"Sorry did I interrupt?" He gleams cheekily looking anything but sorry.

But the real question should be ...what is he doing here?

"Please continue" he makes himself comfortable by hanging his bag on one of the hooks on wall.

I gesture Puneet and we continue where we left from. But it's impossible to concentrate on my moves when I can see Varun's every move right through mirror. 

He relaxes his back on wall his eyes staring at our direction with such intensity that his glare alone can crack the mirror.

He watches us for while and than begins to mimic the dance steps in a funny sort of way, creating a major distraction. 

"Puneet..do you mind if I have a word with him for a sec?" I whisper softly in his ears "I don't think he'll let us practice in peace" I shoot daggers at Varun who seem to measure up similar expression.

"Yup..no probs Sweets" Puneet pats my back and disappears inside changing room.

When I turn around, I'm startled to see Varun standing close behind me and I take a step back reflexively.