Arjun's POV
I might not know shit about ballroom dance, but I've seen enough sitcoms with my mom to know how it looks. And this dance does not make sense. It looks like an eye aching version of a ballet and ballroom mashup. Or not. I'd hate to offend anyone, but thank goodness for personal opinion.
By anyone I'm mostly referring to the girl in my arms though. Her leotard is so deep at the back. I don't want to accidentally touch her skin. It'll be too much drama for today, the air after all is already soaking with tension and shyness. The steps are pretty straight forward. Shruthi, I think, is constantly pestering us to look up. She can fuck off.
Alia. Aisha gave me a dose on keeping my distance and thoughts that involve chasing her at bay. It's impossible. The jasmine fragrance that every naked inch of her body emits is driving my head wild. In like a horny way. And we're dancing so that's obviously not possible. I'm hardly at fault.
Alia looks horrified dancing with me.
I'm still trying to figure out whether it's amiable or frustrating to me.
After digging Alisha for information about my Princess I learnt that she's one of the best ballerina's in the academy. She got voted by the entire class after the Cinderella audition and won the role. She got a double promotion and came first in her pointe exam, and the batch was 2 years her senior. Shona loves her. I see books and epic heroes are her thing. She listens to music and wears a uniform to every class, contrarily to everyone who wear casuals. I like the way her long hair tickles my fingers. Her waist is inexistent. I really don't know her.
My mind and heart are at war. Both wanting something different to do with this brown haired fair girl, whose eyes are of the same hue as mine. A brilliant brown, always twinkling, literally.
Actually. No. They want the same thing. To get to know her.... But my painful and terrorising past paranoias me. Betrayal broke down to every last bit of my boyish brightness. Or so I feel. I was never the same again. It crashed straight into my core like a stake driven into my heart and burnt the depths of love my heart felt. All of it.
The step ends and I step away from her. The feeling of ice overcoming my skin and fire heating up my heart. This is wrong. I mustn't do this. Though I feel the control disappearing and separation between my corpse and heart setting in, I keep calm and go with the flow. Bad idea, but whatever.
Shruthi tells us to practice and we head to the gym room. Tension and curiosity from Alia's aura carefully enveloping me. She's nice. She seems to be an open book, but I feel it's so much more than that. She's so much more. Control yourself you shameless, stupid, fucking bastard.
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"Which leg?" I ask. Distracted. This will never do.
She smiles softly and explains the step then continuing, "We ought to cover more space during the turn. "
I think for a moment and suggest taking big steps myself. She nods acceptingly. Not bad dick! My inner freak slaps my shoulder. I walk to the centre of the room, and offer her my left hand. She places her small palm in mine, her nimble fingers clasping tight. I place my right hand on her waist, trying my best not to touch the skin on her back, that I'm simply dying to make a connection with.
My thoughts wander..... to the past.
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10 months ago.
"Naila Kapoor, my love , my valentine, will you dance with me? I ask my beautiful girl, offering her my hand.
"Yes!" She squeals and jumps into a hug making me laugh. She takes a step behind and holds my hand locking her black eyes with mine. I play Stand by me by Ben E King, and pull her body close to me. Her hand curls around my neck and I lovingly hold her waist. We dance cheek to cheek, under the moonlit sky, to the greatest romantic song of all time. Just us. The sweet smell of roses around and soft February breeze adding to the feel of peace and unfathomable love for this girl.
"I love you." I whisper kissing her ear.
"I love you." She whispers back, resting her head on my neck. My heart summersaults and hand around her waist tightens. My eyes close and we sway quietly.
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I can't do this.
"What time do we have class tomorrow?" I rasp, missing a step.
"Same as today, 10am."
I hold my breath as we finish the entire and set and pull away, far away. I can sense a migraine hitting me.
"Listen, I need to go." I say, more to myself than her. "I'll see you tomorrow." I hope.
I turn as she whips out, "What? Class isn't over yet. You can't just leave, did something happen?" she rambles.
I can do whatever the fuck I want. I mumble some lame shit and leave. Her face looks like she's going to go all waterworks on me.
"Arjun wait!" she begs.... Just like how She did, then... But I'm already out of the door.
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I inform Shona about my decision to leave quickly and grab my bag, simultaneously peeling off my socks. I jog out of the basement , a score of eyes staring at me with questioning eyes. Girls. Get over it females.
I turn and slam my back against the wall, bending my knees and supporting myself. I'm losing it. I exhale deeply and bite my lip, trying to calm my ass down. My eyes clench, nose scrunches and eyebrows sull. When the fuck will my past stop getting the best of me?
My first thought is to take a smoke. A few puffs is all I need to concentrate and then settle my nerves. But I don't want to. Confused at my peculiar and contrasting thoughts I climb up the stairs. Unconsciously, my eyes travel to the window, and I see Alia, coming out of the house into the basement. Angry.
I run.
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Writing this was hardddd assss fuckkk.
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