My Dancing Heart
As I saw her walk down the aisle, I fell in love instantly. Her smile seemed like it could light up the whole world and her eyes, her sparkling eyes made me feel like I was the happiest person in the world. Strangely, her eyes seemed to be focused on me rather than where she was supposed to be looking but I shrugged at the thought and my eyes went back to look at the groom who was standing there with a wide smile on his face.'
I removed my spectacles, done with today's work and rubbed my eyes. I was tired, exhausted and could barely lift my finger. I saved my file and closed the laptop. Lying down on the bed, I wondered where she was as I did every day. Our love story had become famous, everyone in my vicinity and much, much beyond it had heard about us. From there came the offer of a book but I had always been a private person, hence, I refused to tell anyone the details behind our story. After months of negotiation, we settled on an offer. I would write it and will submit the first ten thousand words within two weeks.
Don't get me wrong, I'm not a writer. I'm just a person who was caught in some unfortunate circumstances and managed to fall in love with a celebrity. Note that I'm refraining from saying actor or dancer or a sportswoman, because she is a dancer, an actress and a host. Yes, I got in to a bad fix.
Deciding that there was no use trying to sleep tonight, considering I had started thinking about her again, I opened my laptop again and started typing a little more.
After the wedding was over, it was time for the formal first dance. Back then, I did not know she was a dancer, so, being the cocky person that I am, when it was our turn to dance, I took her hand in mine and started telling her about the stage shows I've done and how good I am at dancing and also wished her luck to keep up with me. Still not saying anything, just smiling, she started dancing with me. As we moved around the hall, I heard someone saying, lucky guy, he gets to dance with the Dancing Diva of the States. She smirked as she saw the look on my face and that triggered it, suddenly, I pulled her close and started dancing fiercely. She matched me, from one step to another and soon enough, we were dancing tango. The others had cleared the hall for the dance, not wanting to let go of a chance of watching The Kriya Ghai' dance.'
I got off my bed and went to my kitchen, feeling hungry all of a sudden. Going through my cupboard, I found a packet of Maggi. Quickly switching the microwave on, I removed all the utensils required and started making Maggi. As I walked up and down the corridor waiting for the maggi to be cooked, it reminded me of the normal side of Kriya, the one away from all the limelight, the crazy one.
A few months ago:
"Rey, I'm feeling really hungry. Don't you have any biscuits or chocolates around?" she asked me, rubbing her stomach which was now growling after hours of practice.
"Why fear when Maggi is here?" I said, removing a packet from my stock and waved it in front of her.
"Make it fast Rey, I'm starving," she told me, pushing me into the kitchen.
As soon as I was done, Kria grabbed the spoon and fork from my hands and instantly put some Maggi into her mouth. I counted in my mind and she lasted for five seconds before she screamed. She pulled open the freezer and put some ice cubes in her mouth which shut her up.
Flashback ends.
I chuckled at the thought and got my Maggi out of the microwave. I went to my living room and switched on the television and started to watch the recorded videos. I scrolled through the list and settled on the dance we were practicing on that day, our Saathiya' performance.
Sun, Saathiya, Maahiya, Barsa De, Ishqa Di, Syahiyaan' rang through the apartment as my eyes were fixated on the woman dancing on the television screen. As she moved with grace, I started thinking as a dancer, about how perfect her lines were, about how smooth her transitions were but when the camera zoomed on to her face, I went back to the same Rey who fell for her.
As the performance came to an end, I heard the song playing once again. Realizing that it was the doorbell going off, I reluctantly got up and put his Maggi aside and opened the door to be faced with her.
"Kria, what are you doing here?" I asked her, rubbing my eyes to see if she was truly there or whether it was just a figment of my imagination.
"I think people visit other people's homes when they want to talk to them. So that's what I'm here for," she told me, smiling. She took off her sandals and entered the house, going straight for the sofa and the bowl of Maggi lying there.
"But why do you want to talk, all of a sudden?" I asked her. It had been months since our last interaction and it hadn't really ended on a happy note.
"Well, I was thinking about it and I know it was a mutual agreement that we broke up since I wasn't able to give much time to you but now I have an offer which will keep us together for a minimum of two years," she told me, her face straight, which made me believe she was not lying because she was an awful liar.
"And what makes you think I would like to accept this offer? I have tons of work to do now and I don't really have time to perform in shows regularly," I told her truthfully. I had shooting in the morning and I had to write my novel at night so I couldn't really afford to perform in shows.
"Err, not a show actually. I actually wanted to offer that we could move in together since my shows are in Mumbai for the next two years and I don't really know anyone and I was watching our videos and I was missing you and I thought maybe you would-," she rambled on but I put a stop to it by covering her mouth with my hand.
"Okay, I guess giving it a try sounds good to me," I told her and removed my hand. She almost pounced on me, putting the Maggi bowl aside and kissed me.
As I kissed her back, only one thing ran through my mind, barring the obvious of course.
Volume one of our stories was now complete.
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