The alarm clock was ringing as usual and Shehnaazika switched it off the way she used to, on every normal day but soon realised that the day was a bit different; she had to PERFORM!
She got up and soon got ready, packed a bag with her costume, 20% feverish and 80% nervous and as every Indian would do, she was also given the lucky-sweet-curd for good luck and then she left for the university.
As soon as she reached, her eyes were searching for that pair of eyes which could give her the most essential, final boost of enthusiasm and certainty. But they were not where they used to be.
"Where the hell is he!?", she said, a dose of concern and anger on her face."aese to bada rooz mujhse pehele aa jata hai, aur aaj abhi tak nhi aya".
She tried contacting him but his number was switched off.
After waiting for about an hour or a half, she was asked by one of the professors to reach her respective practice room ASAP and after waiting for quite long, she left.
" Your name?", asked one of the management staff members who was holding a catalogue in her hand.
"Sheh- , I mean Kritika Singh", she replied and her eyes fell on a name written on the list, a long one:- 'Siddhaat Singh Shukla'.
" Can I know what list is this?", Naaz asked the girl.
- "Today's attendance of all the partakers", the girl responded.
HE HAD ALREADY BEEN THERE! She was kinda angry and annoyed at this.
She had to perform for the very last time whatsoever, her performance was within an hour. And, there he was, on the other hand, practising his performance. Both of them had their respective performances in different arenas at roughly the same time.
{20 minutes left for the fest:}
" Good morning all. This is to inform everyone that all the participants of the modelling contest need to have partners with them. All the solos will be disqualified. So, all those concerned are advised to do the needful to avoid any disqualifications", announced the receptionist and this was notified to everyone.
All the participants already had partners and Shehnaazika was the only one who was performing solo as she was always told by the management that solo performances are too acceptable.
This really made her feel bad. But now, the only thing she could do was to go to Sidd and wish him luck for HIS performance at least.
She, without changing her dress , lead to Sidd's rehearsal room and surprisingly, found him in the mid-way.
"Oh!..main tumhari side he aa rahi thi, yahan kya krr rahe ho?..btw..subah mille kyon nhi?....acha chalo ye sab baad mai, abhi ke liye...ALL THE BEST!!", she said, exhilarated.
He seemed enraged and clutched her right wrist. "chalo" he made her go with him.
-"Siddhaat, tumhari performance shuru hone wali hai...yaha kyon aa rahe ho??"
He didn't answer back.
-"Siddhaaattt!...kya krr rahae ho?!"
"Tum perform kr rahi ho...alright?...abb chalo"
-" Siddhaat...vo...mai nhi kr skti...solo-"
"I know..tabhi bol raha hun, tum perform kr rahi ho.................mere sath.."
"Siddhaaaaat!....tumhari performance miss ho jaye gi!..jao tumm!"
He was still holding her wrist, pulling her(softly) to move, behind his back.
-"Jao Sidd..."
"Mera na baat krne ka koi mood nhi hai..to abb chup raho.. "
-"Mujhe nhi krna perform Sidd...tum kyon nhi samjh rahe...tumhari performance miss ho jaye gi...jaldi jao yahan se.."
"Shh... Just button your lips!..", he declared.
They had almost reached her practice room by this moment.
"Hurry up y'll...just a minute or two to go!..", someone instructed.
"Jaoooooooo Sidd!!!!...mujhe nhi krna perform...tum jao..varna tumhara miss ho jayega!..kyon nhi samajh rahe?"
He closed his eyes and took a deep breath in order to reduce his anger.
-" tum nhi manogi na??", he said, annoyed.
"Noooopee!...nhi manugi.. Esliye keh rahi hu...jao...I don't care about this modelling performance n all..."
He couldn't control now , and punched the wall really arduous with his already bandaged hand "....but...I DO damn it!!" His white bandage slackened, loosing it's whiteness under the red cover of his blood.
-"nahi maanna na....thek hai...matt maano..."
He placed his right arm around her back and the other one around the bend of her knees,"mujhe manwana aata hai" , he said and clenched her in his arms.
"Excuse me, performance kab-"
Before he could complete, she broke in,"ye...kya krr rahe ho...sidd...haath se bhi etna blood aa raha hai...Chodo Siddhaat mujhe...aur Tum jao..tum kitna chahte thae ye perform-"
He flinched and glared at her, making an intense eye contact🔥.".............. Not more than yours".
"Yes...you...can u tell me...when is the performance gonna start??", he asked someone, again.
-" Start ho he gyi hai..just now..", the person replied.
-"ok..thanks", (holding Naaz in his arms) he thanked the person.
"Siddhaat, abhi bhi time hai..chale jao😔", Naaz said in a very low voice because little did she know that he's not gonna listen🤷♀️.
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