My Tom-Boy Girlfriend

#22 : Wooing Her

Raghav's POV

🎶🎶
Caught my heart about one, two times
Don't need to question the reason I'm yours, I'm yours
I'd move the earth or lose a fight just to see you smile
'Cause you got no flaws, no flaws
🎶🎶

         The official dance group's flash mob turned out to be a good stress buster and Sasha also seemed to have enjoyed it a lot. That sent the wheels in my brain rotating, Why shouldn't I surprise Sasha with one, specially for her?

Make her feel special.
Make her feel my love for her.
Might be then all the Realtionship  based Vitamin deficiency she is having, would vanish.

Giving myself a pat on my back, I set out to put my idea rolling.

All I need now is volunteers.....
How about Sasha's hulks and my friends??

         After giving it a thought I rejected the idea. Firstly, her hulks wouldn't be able to keep it a secret from her. Secondly, none of us had any dancing bone in our body. I was sure of Vicky and Asim having two left feet, just like me. We were fit only for off-beat dancing. We would all end up making it a disaster or the most, like a gym warm-up routine. It would result in us having second hand embarrassment and nothing else.

No way! It had to be perfect.

         I can't approach the same dance group as I wasn't acquainted with them on a one-one basis. The next option was our portfolio's dance group. That would be easier, as I knew most of them and could convince them for it.

Do I need to be part of the flash mob?
Of course, you dufus!
Are you going to stand in the sidelines and do nothing? Then what difference does the one we just saw and the one you are arranging now?

          Sighing, I persuaded myself to actively participate in it and boosted my morale saying it was 'All for Sasha'. Moreover I wouldn't be dancing alone, a bunch of people will surround me and do the same steps. Even if I fumble or mess up with the moves, I could just copy others. I could also request them to keep simpler moves that I would be comfortable in. After all flash mobs were based on simple and easy dance moves, nothing extravagant.

Good! One problem solved.

          I got the group together and they were kind enough to help me out. With a promise of a treat, they provided their consent. We met up at the recreation room to chose the songs and the dance routine was being choreographed. They were excited for the non-official flash mob giving them more liberty for their creativity. The plan was to practice after office hours or evening coffee break and execute it in the park adjacent to our block, on a weekend. It would be awkward and unprofessional to have a personalized flash mob during the week in the office premises, with mammoth of prying eyes. I'm not doing it for show.

         My dance mates had left, leaving me alone to toil with the steps. I had to learn to sync my moves with the music.

You can do it, Raghav!
Practice makes man perfect.

I continued rehearsing on my own when a voice behind me put me to an a abrupt stop.

"What are you doing, Raghav?", Sasha asked from the half-open door. Stepping in inside she sat near the music system and looked at me.

"Hmmm, nothing", I reacted. "Just warming up for my workout". I said and immediately started hopping on the spot and doing chest expansion exercises.