𤢠ok im bad at writing, but here's a figment of my imagination đ
Armaan glanced across the dance floor as the gorgeous girl in red looked around in surprise, her cheeks rosy red with happiness.
"Ok champ, this is it! It's NOW or never!" he muttered to himself, as the music began to resemble a salsa tune.
He looked up again and immediately sucked in his breath, he had caught her eye. He grinned at her and quickly turned his head the other way, fighting the urge to start day-dreaming.
"Arree Armaan, come on, get a hold of yourself! YOU are THE man, you have to do this....i can do this...i can do this..."
"Armaan...why are you talking to yourself, are you ok?" Atul inquired as he took a seat across from him.
Armaan whipped his head around to face Riddhima, and narrowed his eyes slightly, determinedly, "OK i am GOING to do this!"
Atul watched blankly, "Yah...sure...ok"
Armaan got up and slowly headed for Riddhima, in the middle of the dance floor. He suddenly stopped,thinking "Arre duffar, not like this, you gotta impress her! Ok, hair, check, cool Armaan walk, check, charming smile, che-"
*CRASH*
"Owwww" Riddhima moaned as she massaged her shoulder. She looked up and rolled her eyes. "Cant you walk properly? Uff what was i expecting, its' Armaan, he ca-"
Armaan's heartbeart quickened as he lifted his finger without a thought and placed it against her lips. He hid a smirk as he saw Riddhima's eyes widen in shock.
"Im sorry" he whispered and slowly started to smile.
Riddhima stared back in surprise as his finger left her lips.
He slowly raised his hand.
"May I?"
Riddhima's heart started to beat with anxiety, what was happening to Armaan? Why was he behaving this way all of a sudden? And why was her heart beating so fast?!
"I..." she lifted her hand and placed it in his open palm and stared into his eyes as he slowly, led her to an open space on the dance floor.
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and thats where ill have to end off because:
1. i bet that was so boring đ¤˘
2. I have to study for a math test đ