I walk upto them and introduce myself to her, "Hi! I'm Alia."
"Hey, Aisha. Arjun's sister" she smiles
Oh. Sister.. hmm. My inner goddess takes a deep breath, thankful and elated.
"I see." She looks a year or so younger than him. A round face with light brown eyes unlike his dark ones and soft brown wavy hair. She's wearing jeans and a black t shirt just like his. Well.
"You're Cinderella ?" She asks looking at Arjun and then me.
"Yes" Arjun answers fixing his gaze on me. Why so scowly today Prince? I silently ask him.
"I'm gonna get ready and come." I inform them before grabbing my bag and rushing inside the house. Damn...
Inside the house everything smells like incense sticks and mild seal. I go the bathroom and take a deep breath yanking my hair tie and letting my hair fall loose in a thick tumble. Im not liking this situation one tiny bit.
I point my toes inside the white lace stocking I wore last night and pull them up. Okay. So I'm alone here with Arjun and his sister. So what do I do to avoid them to the maximum? I can hide here? No no. Maybe I can sit and read ? Yes. I slip on my blue leotard and matching wrap around nervousness flowing in my veins. Damn me for being such a complicated person sometimes.
I wash my hands and face and brush my hair before hitting the lights off and exiting the loo. I remove my kindle from the bag before entering the basement and quickly sit down on a turquoise chair fifteen feet away from him. I wonder what's gonna happen today. Will we dance? Or learn the steps individually? I know the act and music sequence that occurs after Cinderella reaches the ball. There are ten bars of music for our ballroom dance and five bars for acting before the clock strikes 12.
Dropping these thoughts I slide my kindle awake. I have quarter of "The Da Vinci Code" still left, but I just re-read Pride and Prejudice since the class will probably start in a few, and I can't concentrate enough right now. I love the classic novels so much, that I have a slight tendency to obsessively learn and quote them. I've been an avid reader since 3rd grade and in the last 7 years I've read over 500 books and novels. Books are me and I am books.
"What do you mean?" Darcy asks Bingley, and turning around he looked for a moment at Elizabeth, till catching her eye, he withdrew his own coldly said, "She is tolerable, but not handsome enough to tempt me; and I am in no humour at present to give consequence to young ladies who are slighted by other men.
How this judgemental and snobbish man turns into a romantic hero! Does love meddle with the minds and melt the hearts of cold hearted, indifferent men and proud, feminist females? Does it exist in the real world at all? Or is its magic confined simply between the warm pages of such literary marvels that talk about love? My parents do love each other, so do my grandparents and my other grandparents. Is it always sparks and butterflies and stolen kisses and starry eyes?
"Pride and Prejudice?" A voice pulls me out of my thoughts.
"Rude of you to peek into my book." I snap involuntarily before even looking up.
"Sorry." He whispers.
Arjun. "Oh." Fuck. Way to be rude Alia.
"What?" He questions my 'Oh' sitting down beside me. Oh!
"You've read classic literature? I'm both surprised and impressed!" I say in absolute wonder. Jesus.
"I prefer Shakespeare. But I've read a little of Austen and Dickens." He replies, not looking at me. Ummm.
"Favourite play?"
"A Midsummer Night's Dream." He finally looks at me. "You?"
"Well, Austen is my favourite classic writer and Pride and Prejudice is just perfect." I grin widely.
"Typical eh?" He raises his eyebrow questioningly, amusement dancing in his eyes.
"For a solid reason. Indeed." I counter.
"And what should that be?" He turns, his body facing me.
I'm at a loss of words. "Her writing is mesmerising. The characters are strong and defined. I think, it brings out the power of love, most beautifully....., sanely."
He nods.
"Satisfied, are you?" I ask.
"No." He replies without a blink.
Excuse me. "Why!" I snap, perhaps too sharply.
"Like I said. Typical." He shrugs. Looking into my eye.
Blasted dick. "You say that only because every romantic novel, of the 21st century conveniently draws its roots from it."
He smiles brightly. What even! Bloody creep. Ew. "True." He chuckles.
"Oh! Is it?" I spit with raised brows.
He laughs. "You're obsessed with books. Right?"
And it suddenly dawns me. "You. Are. Pulling. My. Leg!!!!!" I howl. My hands flying to grip his neck.
He catches my wrists in between spurts of laughter. I hate him.
I yank my hands from his grip, and ram my fist into his arm. Take that!
He stills. I look at him slowly, through my lashes. Dark cold eyes. Prince doesn't like to be touched like this is it? Lol.
"Arjun. You do realise we have to dance right?" I smile slyly.
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