Shall We Dance- AK ff- part 15(end) pg 128(3/17) - Page 64

Originally posted by: cheeky_pari

no problem! by the when are you planning for the next part to put????

Waiting....... !!!

Originally posted by: Smilesx3

Hey Bheegi
This was a fabulous update.
Angad is behaving like a father to Rhea. Awesome. Rhea is starting to get hints on Angads interest in Kripa. Smart Cookie. I wonder whats the mystery of Kripa's chachu. Angad was a self centered man. Aww..Angad came to pick up Kripa. Hes playing "galli cricket" with the kids. Definitely not Angad. Hes changing his attitude for Kripa or because of Kripa. Rhea is somehow bringing AK closer. I loved Angad's words about dance. It was good. Mishti is jealous about the car ride. Glad to know that Angad knows jealous woman nature so he can protect Kripa. Misthi is selfish. She was happy about Prithvi being injured. Angad was once like that also in his cricket years But hes changing. They express there feelings through dance. Perfect. Aww Angad took casre of Kripas knee. I simply loved the changing room scene. Evil Anitha trying to throw AK to tabloids. Kripa cant control her inner battles. Wonder where Simone is.

Jannat

PART 10: A musical episode for all of you…..

RECAP: Kripa turned the lights off to the studio and followed them to the car with a knot of confused emotions inside her…it was a struggle between her heart and her mind, between right and wrong, between loyalty and betrayal…….despite all these internal struggles, she was sure that there was an invisible cord that drew her closer and closer to this man, whom she had pledged to despise, but was now having a hard time resisting…..

After dinner, Angad offered to drop Kripa home once again. Even though she protested, Rhea and Angad insisted on driving her back. The three of them had a blast listening to music, clapping, tapping their feet and swaying with the beats on their way to her place. Even in his wildest dreams, Angad could have never imagined himself singing and dancing so fervently while driving, ignoring all the curious onlookers on stop signs and red lights.

Kripa was surprised at herself too. A week ago, it would have been inconceivable for her to enjoy the company of this arrogant and self-centered man who had a track record of treating women like pieces of furniture he could use, sit or sleep on and discard them once they were of no use. And here she was, humming and jiving with him as if they had known each other for years.

Rhea wondered why everyone had a negative impression of Angad, especially Simone. Even though he had been mean to her the first few days, he had been very nice to her lately. How she wished she could stay with him longer, but she knew that was not possible. She missed her mom and she knew Simone would never let that happen. She felt happiest when both Angad uncle and Kripa aunty were with her- how she wished they could all stay together in one big home.

All three were disappointed when they arrived at the destination. Angad sighed and cursed the thin traffic that night-they were at her place in 30 minutes instead of the usual 45 minutes. His mind thought of various ways to procrastinate her departure. Kripa's personal life was still a secret to him. He was intrigued and really wanted to know everything about her. Angad scratched his head as the car came to a halt, "Kripa….would you have some Aspirin by any chance?"

'Aspirin?" She asked, looking concerned.

"Haan…I have a bad headache…..and if I don't take medicine right away…..I get very sick…..in fact, I am about to get sick," he held his head with one hand and his tummy with the other.

"Oh….I am sorry….lagta hai naach gaana kuch zyaada hi ho gaya……yeh lo," she pulled out an Aspirin bottle from her bag, "I hope this helps."

"N-O," he winced in pain and squint his eyes, "I need to use the bathroom….yahan koi bathrrom hai?"

A hesitant Kripa nodded her head reluctantly, "s-sure….yes…of course……you can come upstairs to my place."

Rhea helped Angad get out of the car and held his hand, "uncle….kuch nahin hoga aapko….main hoon na."

Angad peered through half open eyes, "jaanta hoon Rhea….please hold me….I feel dizzy."

Kripa turned her head and gave him her hand too. Stumbling to keep his balance, he held onto Rhea and Kripa's hands firmly and walked upstairs with them to Kripa's home. Thanks to their dance rehearsals, they had spent quite a few intimate moments with each other, but each time he held her hand, he never wanted to let go of it.

Once they reached her place, jaws dropped as her family was stunned to see the cricket star stagger into their tiny flat with their daughter and Rhea. The door with chipped paint and rust on the lock pointed to the sorry state of these Government flats. They entered a tiny two bedroom flat with low lying ceilings and old furniture cluttered in the small living room. In contrast to this overcrowded dwelling, he was reminded of his sprawling luxurious apartment where he lived all alone. As he looked around, he felt sorry for Kripa and thought, "she deserves better than this."

"Arre….yeh tho Angad Khanna jee hain!" Kripa's chacha jumped up and ran to greet them at the door.

Kripa stepped aside, avoiding any contact with her chacha, "Chachajee…inki tabiyat theek nahin hai….inhein bathroom use karna hai."

"Zaroor beta….zaroor…arre Rhea bitiya bhi aayi hai aaj tho," her chacha caressed Rhea's cheeks. Kripa pulled Rhea away from her chacha, "Rhea beta….aap yahan papa ke paas baith jao…..main uncle ko bathroom chhod kar aati hoon."

Rhea ran towards Suryabhan Sharma (Kripa's dad) and climbed on his lap, "Namaste uncle!"

"Namaste beta!" Suryabhan, handicapped after a stroke, now on a wheel chair, patted the child and glanced at Angad curiously.

Kripa's parents were still stunned and watched in disbelief as the superstar was helped to their tiny bathroom.

"Kripa? Yeh kaise hua?" Gayatri asked once Angad was in the restroom.

"Mama…..he was not feeling well….bas abhi chale jaayenge."

"Wah bhai kya baat hai?" Her middle-aged chacha with dyed hair remarked sarcastically, "ab tho Kripa bityia ka badhe badhe logon ke saath uthna baithna ho gaya hai," he placed his arm around Kripa, "iska matlab wo din door nahin jab Kripa bhi ek star ban jaayegi."

She cringed and wiggled out of his grip, "sorry chachajee….yeh mere student hain…..waisi koi baat nahin hai jaisa aap samajh rahe hain…….aur main abhi sirf ek dance teacher hoon….star nahin."

"Tho kya hua…..ek din star bhi ban jaaogi," he munched on his paan and spit out the red juices in an ashtray on the side table.

Kripa gave him a disgusted look and turned her head away. Her bachelor chacha lived a few blocks away from them but for some reason or another dropped by at their place every evening. Kripa had a particular aversion to his presence as he had attempted to molest her during her teen years. He was a sexual pervert in every sense and was always looking for opportunities to be with Kripa or her younger sister. She had threatened to report him to the police but her society-conscious parents had managed to restrain her from doing so. They were indebted to her chacha as he had helped them financially after Suryabhan had taken premature retirement from his Government job due to the stroke he had suffered. Chacha had also promised to help them get their daughters married off as long as he could have the liberty of visiting his brother regularly and having home cooked food. Kripa knew that hot food and love for his older brother were lame excuses. Her chacha's main objective was Kripa and her sister! That's why she never allowed Rhea to stay at her place either.

"Arre aaj tho Rhea bitiya bhi aayi hai," Gayatri smiled at her.

"Maine aap sab ko bahut miss kiya tha aunty," Rhea got off Suryabhan's lap and embraced Gayatri.

Kripa's 17 year old twin brother and sister popped out of their room, 'DIDI…HUMNEY SUNA HAI ANGAD KHANNA YAHAN HAIN? THO AAP HAIN UNKI DANCE TEACHER? HUMEIN PEHLE KYUN NAHIN BATAAYA?….DEKHO AAJ KE PAPAR MEIN BHI AAYA HAI KI WO DANCE COMPETITION MEIN PART LE RAHE HAIN…..AUR YEH BHI LIKHA HAI KI AB CRICKET SE ZYAADA WO DANCE MEIN INTERESTED HAIN! DANCE IS HIS FIRST LOVE!"

"Kya kaha?" Kripa snatched the paper from her younger brother, "Yeh….yeh zaroor Mishti ne kaha hoga…..she is taking this too far." She uttered loudly, "aisa kehne ki kya zaroorat thi?"

Angad walked out of the bathroom after having spent a few restless minutes in there, "kyun kya kiya Misthi ne?"

"Yeh dekho," she handed him the newspaper.

Angad was taken aback for a few seconds but then laughed it off, "let them write what they want to……I don't care what reporters say…..it's all bakwaas as far as I am concerned."

His blas attitude came as a surprise to her, "ab kaisa feel kar rahe ho?"

"Much better!" He grinned and then looked around at everyone.

Kripa's overexcited twin siblings could not hold back any longer. They jumped with joy and surrounded him with pens and pads. Angad obliged them and signed autographs, "kya naam hain aap logon ke?"

"Main Bobby hoon…aur yeh Pinky hai." Her brother smiled.

"Nice to meet you Bobby and Pinky," Angad smiled back, struck by Pinky's resemblance to her older sister.

"You have an older brother too…don't you?" Angad asked.

'Arre wah….didi Angad jee ko tho hamari family ke baare mein sab pata hai," Bobby's eyes lit up.

'Haan….wo Rhea ne bataya tha," Angad cleared his throat and avoided Kripa's quizzical glare. Gazing at a hale and hearty Angad, she knew that he had played a prank on her. Ordinarily, she would have gotten upset at his intrusiveness, but for some reason she thought his concern and curiosity about her were genuine, but was hesitant about him staying at her place for much longer.

Babby and Pinky disappeared into their room to finish their homework, leaving Angad and Kripa face to face with each other.

"Achcha main ab chalta hoon," he looked around at everyone expectantly, hoping that someone would ask him to stay.

'Arre beta…baitho baitho…..chai tho peekar jao," Gayatri came to his rescue.

"Wo…wo…nahin bas ab chalta hoon," he dragged his feet towards the door.

"Theek hai beta….phir kabhie aana," Gayatri nodded.

"Waise…aap peeche padhi hain tho chai pee hi leta hoon….shayad sar dard aur kum ho jaaye phir," Angad smiled sheepishly. Kripa gave her mother a dirty look, "mama….wo kahin late na ho jaayein……shayad Angad jee ko kahin jaana ho."

"Arre beta wo keh rahe hain na ki chai peekar jaayenge….jaa unke liye chai banaade," Gayatri rebuked her daughter.

"Theek hai mama," Kripa was not thrilled with the idea of leaving Angad in the living room, especially with her chacha still there. Grudgingly, she walked back to the kitchen. Angad was thrilled that Kripa was personally going to prepare tea for him. "RHEA!" She yelped back, "mere paas aao Rhea….zara help chaahiye kitchen mein."

"Ok aunty…main aayi," Rhea ran behind Kripa.

'Aao baitho baitho Angad saheb! Bataaiye cricket ki duniya mein kya chal raha hai? Yeh Sri lanka series kyun cancel ho gayi?" Chacha jee grinned with his pan stained teeth.

'Oh..wo….bas sab government or board ka decision hai." Angad replied as he sat down across from Suryabhan, "hello sir….aap Kripa ke dad hain?"

'Haan haan…..aur yeh Kripa ke chacha."

"Nice to meet you both," Angad nodded politely.

"Tho yeh dance ke baare mein kya sun rahe hain?" Suryabhan asked enthusiastically.

"Oh wo….bas shaukiya hai…..I just want to help the studio you see," Angad spelt out his usual spiel.

"Yeh tho bahut achchi baat hai," chacha chuckled, "tho phir hamari Kripa bhi star ban sakti hai."

"Star?" Angad was surprised, 'haan haan kyun nahin……but I am not sure that's what she wants to become."

"Kripa ko main bachpan se jaanta hoon….wo hamesha se hi star ban na chaahti thi," chacha thrust another pan into his cheek and burbled. Angad remained silent. chachajee struck as an unusual and repulsive character to him. He had noticed Kripa's stand offish attitude towards her chacha when they had come in. Maybe there was more to her relationship than met the eye, thought Angad.

"Arre Arya…..rehne de ab," Suryabhan reprimanded his younger brother, "yeh batao Angadjee….aapko dance sikhaakar kya Kripa ki salary badhaa denge?"

Angad was surprised at Suryabhan's question, "jee? Salary? Jee….mujhey …mujhey kuch nahin pata is maamle mein."

"Bechari hamari Kripa….poora ghar sambhalti hai………..lekin uski tankhwah phir bhi kum reh jaati hai…..agar Arya har mahine kuch paise na de tho hamara guzaara na ho," Suryabhan lamented.

"Oh really?" Angad raised his eyebrows. The pieces were all falling into place now. Kripa was indeed the sole bread winner of this large household, no wonder she always seemed stressed and grouchy. That's why dance was her outlet from her responsibilities. In contrast, Angad had always shied from his own responsibilities. His own mother lived in Ludhiana with her brother rather than her own son as Angad had practically ignored her after he achieved fame as a cricketer. His late night partying, a constant revolving door of women and arrogant behavior had peeved his mother three years ago and she had packed her bags to Ludhiana forever. He had never tried to woo her back as her presence at home had interfered in his life style. If it were not for Rhea's sudden appearance, he would still be living a life of a spoilt bratty bachelor.

"Haan beta…..yeh makaan bhi sarkari hai……we have only six more months here…uske baad apna makaan lena padhega," Suryabhan sighed.

"Bhaiyya….aap sab mere saath reh lena tab," Chachajee gurgled, his mouth still full of paan.

"NAHIN CHACHAJEE! CHEH MAHINE MEIN HAMARA APNA GHAR HOGA!" Kripa walked in with a tray of tea and biscuits.

"Bitiya," Chachajee caressed Kripa's elbow, "jaanti ho na makaan kitne mehnge hote hain? Itna paisa kahan se laaogi?"

Kripa jerked her elbow away after placing the tray on the table.

"Angad….kitni cheeni lenge aap?" She ignored her chacha and glanced at a confused Angad.

"Uh…one….na….two would be fine," he forced a smile.

"Bolo Kripa bitiya," chacha stared at her with a lewd expression, "kahan se laaogi itna paisa? Kaho tho main de doon?"

"AA JAAYEGA! AAPKO PARESHAAN HONE KI AAVASHYAKTA NAHIN HAI CHACHAJEE!" She retorted.

Angad felt uncomfortable with the way her chacha was gawking at her. He recalled how he had practically done the same when he had first seen her at the dance studio. He wanted to punch her chacha and kick him out of the house. How he wished he could wrap Kripa in a blanket and take her away to a safe haven away from her bawdy chacha and needy family. Did anyone not care about her or her needs? Why were they more interested in her career and her salary? He gulped down his tea and stood up, "Kripa….I think I should leave….kya tum Rhea ko lekar neeche aa sakti ho?"

Embarrassed by her chacha and father's conversation with Angad, Kripa nodded willingly, "haan….aati hoon."

DOWNSTAIRS OUTSIDE HIS CAR:

"Rhea beta….aap car mein baitho…main aata hoon," Angad helped Rhea back to the car after she said her goodbyes to Kripa.

"I am sorry Angad….mere chacha aur papa ne tumhein pareshaan kar diya shayad," Kripa apologized.

"No…not at all."

"That's why I was hesitant to take you upstairs." Her gaze was fixated at the ground, her voice choking slightly.

He was overwhelmed by her emotions. Hesitantly, he touched her shoulder, "I have an apartment in my building that I own…..no one lives there…I bought it for my mom but she refused to stay alone…..tum chaaho tho apni family ke saath wahan shift ho sakti ho."

She gazed into his eyes; his request was earnest, but she refused, "no….I am sorry..I cannot do that…..I know we have to vacate this place within six months……but I will find a way out myself….thanks but no thanks….I don't need any help!"

"Kripa!" he grabbed her arm gently, "I know you will….you are a strong woman…..but can't you accept this temporary arrangement? You can even pay me a rent if you want…..I just feel you should get out of this place."

"Kyun kya kharabi hai is jagah mein?" She shrugged her arm away from his grip, "I am sorry we are not as well off as you but we have some self respect too!"

"I..I am sorry…I didn't mean it that way," he kicked himself for being so presumptuous. By now, he should have known that Kripa was way different from all the other women he had had in his life. They would have all latched onto his offer of an apartment in his building, but of course Kripa wouldn't. He didn't know why, but he really wanted to help her- not out of sympathy but out of a deeper and caring emotion towards her. There was only one way he could be at the same plane as her- by being her friend rather than her student or a charitable person, or her lover.

"I don't need anyone's sympathy Angad," she retraced her steps to get back to her place.

"Not sympathy Kripa," he hollered, "But friendship…….can we be friends….just friends?"

"Friends?"She gave him a curious look.

He walked up to her and held her hands. Gazing into her eyes, he spoke softly, "I know….we didn't quite hit it off initially…..and frankly I have never had a woman as a friend before…..par na jaane kyun tumhein apna dost banane ka mann karta hai……kyunki tum hi ek aisi ladki ho jisne mujhey apne aap se khud apni pehchaan karwaai hai……I would have never realized what kind of a person I was till you came into my life……..I don't want to treat you like all the other women in my life……and that's because you are special Kripa………I want us to be friends…. Friends forever……I don't want us to ever drift apart…..kya yeh mumkin ho sakta hai?"

Kripa was dumbfounded. She had no reply to his earnest request. There were no deceptive or fake emotions hidden behind those deep brown eyes of his. Had he really changed or as Simone had warned him, he could do anything to attain anything? Why did she feel that his offer of friendship was an honest attempt to redeem himself. She could not deny the fact that even she had developed a warm and soft corner for him over the last one week, but how could she betray her loyalty towards Simone?

"Haan dost…..sirf dosti…..aur kuch nahin," he smiled expectantly.

"I am not sure Angad," she withdrew her hand and ran away into the building, leaving him dejected and disheartened.

Angad heaved a sigh and walked back to his car.

"Kya hua uncle aap itne sad kyun hain?" A perceptive Rhea asked as they drove in silence.

"Kuch nahin Rhea. Bas yoon hi," he drove through the haze of the night, his mind wandering and lost in imagination. Angad resolved that he was not going to give up on her that easily. How he craved to hold her and soar into the starlit skies on a breezy evening away from all the strains and boundaries of the world…….

Please enjoy this beautiful number from "Yuvraaj'- Tu hi tho meri dost hai

[YOUTUBE]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AEgbo94nlXw&feature=related[/YOUTUBE]

Aaja main hawaaon pe bithaake le chalun
tu hi toh... tu hi toh meri dost hain.
Aaja main khalaaon mein uthaake le chalun
tu hi toh meri dost hain.

Awaaz ka dariya hoon, behta hoon main nili raaton mein.
Main jaagta rehta hoon neend bhari jheel si aankhon mein.
Awaaz hoon main...

Aaja main hawaaon pe bithaake le chalun
tu hi toh... tu hi toh meri dost hain.
Aaja main khalaon mein uthaake le chalun
tu hi toh meri dost hain.

Raat mein chandni kabhi, aise gungunaati hain;
Sunn zara lagta hain tumse, awaaz milati hain.

Main khayalon ki mehek hoon, gungunate saaz par;
Ho sake toh milale, awaaz ko le saaz par.

Aaja main hawaaon pe bithaake le chalun
tu hi toh meri dost hain.
Aaja main khalaon mein uthaake le chalun
tu hi toh meri dost hain.

Awaaz ka dariya hoon, behta hoon main nili raaton mein.
Main jaagta rehta hoon neend bhari jheel si aankhon mein.
Awaaz hoon main...

Ooo kabhi dilka hai saahil, jahan shaam utarti hain;
Kehte hain samander se, ek pari gujarti hain.
Woh raat ki rani hain, sargam par chalti hain;
re sa re sa re sa
sa re sa re sa re sa re

Aaja main hawaaon pe bithaake le chalun
tu hi toh... tu hi toh mera dost hain.
Aaja main khalaon mein uthaake le chalun
tu hi toh mera dost hain.

Awaaz ka dariya hoon, behti hoon main nili raaton mein.
Main jaagti rehti hoon neend bhari jheel si aankhon mein.
Awaaz hoon main...
Awaaz hoon main...

BACK AT KRIPA's PLACE:

Kripa, feeling torn between what Angad had just said to her downstairs and her promise to Simone, lay on her bed with a knot in her stomach.

She could not deny the fact that she was immensely attracted to Angad since they had started dancing together, but his soft and friendly side had confused matters for her. She could get over physical attraction, but his caring and compassionate attitude was making things worse for her. His offer of friendship had touched her but she was scared that what she wanted from him was more than just friendship. She feared that she wanted all of him- not just as a friend but as a man and as a lover. He had cast his spell on her, and even though she knew it was not right, she wanted to get sucked into his magnetic charm. She kept reminding herself of her own responsibilities and what Angad had done to Simone years ago. But did people not have a right to change? Why did she have to punish him for something he did years ago?

She got up and tiptoed out of her room without disturbing her mother and Pinky.

She picked her phone and dialed, "Hello! Simone! Main Kripa…..haan….sorry I didn't realize you were busy……haan Rhea theek hai……I have to talk to you about something."

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NEXT DAY AT THE STUDIO:

Kripa kept a professional demeanor in front of Angad, avoiding any eye contact or conversation with him. Angad tried his best to keep up with the rigorous dance routine and wondered what was bothering Kripa that much. He made numerous mistakes but she either ignored them or didn't care about them. Soon the practice was no longer an enjoyable; it became a chore. He realized that the only reason he enjoyed the dancing was because of her. Gazing into her eyes and seeing her expression change with every touch of his on her body is what made their sessions electrifying. What had transpired between last night and today? Was it his offer of friendship or something else that made her standoffish? Gone were her smiles and playful glances at him.

Even her heart did not seem in the dance today. All the other dancers were curious about the lack of zing between the lead pair. Kripa danced listlessly, eager to get the practice over with. It was her conversation with Simone last night that had deflated her enthusiasm, and she was doing what she thought she ought to do for the sake of her friend. But the more she ignored Angad, the more intrigued he was to find out the real reason. Even though her silence irked him, his concern for her kept him in the studio even after everyone had departed. No one knew that he was still there as he hung around the changing room silently.

Rhea had departed earlier with Teddy as she had an evening tutoring class.

As Kripa turned the lights off to the studio, a hand pressed against hers, "abhi light bandh mat karo."

Startled, she snapped around, "tum? Abhi yahin ho?"

"Sshh!" He placed his finger on her lips, "abhi practice baaki hai." His husky voice sent shivers along her spine.

"Angad," she mumbled, "yeh kya mazaak hai? Practice khatam ho chuki hai."

"Nahin….aaj practice tho shuru hi nahin huyi…..I want another rehearsal." He leaned his face close to hers. Her lips quivered as he towered above her, his spicy after shave filling her nostrils, his firmness pressed against her suppleness.

"Yeh kya mazaak hai Angad?" She tried to push him away.

"Mazaak nahin….mujhey mere sawaalon ka jawaab chaahiye! Maana tum meri dost nahin ban na chaahti…..aur ab dance instructor bhi nahin ban na chaahti? Na mujhse theek se baat kar rahi ho….aur na theek se steps sikha rahi ho? What's the matter?"

He pinned her down against the wall, "kya baat hai Kripa? Do you really hate me that much? Agar aisa hai tho main yahan se hamesha ke liye chala jaata hoon….nahin seekhna hai mujhey dance…..main yahan sirf tumhari wajah se aaya tha…..but if you really don't want me here…I will go!" His lips were inches away from hers; their eyes locked; their hearts beating against each other's chests. Kripa had never felt so scattered in her life before. His intense gaze seared her inside out.

Her lips parted partially as she mumbled softly, "please don't go…..I need you."

"I need you too," he murmured back huskily and touched her cheek gently with his fingers, "you are the most beautiful woman I have ever met Kripa…..jab se tumhein dekha hai…..main apne hosh kho baitha hoon…..I can't get you out of my system….and it's only today I realized that I want you completely…..not only as a friend….but as the only woman who can rule my heart……my soul and my body……I love you Kripa…..no woman has touched me the way you have…….I need you now….and I need you forever……..mujhey sirf tumhara pyaar chaahiye….aur kuch nahin chaahiye mujhey……inkaar mat karna please."

[YOUTUBE]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ig14M5JlSyg[/YOUTUBE]

(Remixed version of old Kishore song by Shaan)

Pyar Maanga Hai Tumhi Se Na Inqaar Karo
Paas Baitho Zara Aaj To Iqraar Karo

Kitni Haseen Hai Raat Dulhan Bani Hai Raat
Machle Hue Jazbaat Baat Zara Hone Do
Mujhe Pyaar Karo
Pyar Manga Hai Tumhi Se Na Inqaar Karo...

Pehle Bhi Tumhe Dekha Pehle Bhi Tumhe Chaaha
Itna Haseen Paaya Saath Haseen Hone Do
Mujhe Pyaar Karo
Pyar Manga Hai Tumhi Se Na Inqaar Karo...

Kitna Madhur Safar Hai Tu Mera Humsafar Hai
Beete Hue Woh Din Zara Yaad Karo
Mujhe Pyaar Karo
Pyar Manga Hai Tumhi Se Na Inqaar Karo...

She shut her eyes and let out a tear. He had rendered her speechless and dazed. He had expressed his feelings so easily, his words pierced her heart as she broke down and hugged him. He embraced her tightly and kissed her neck softly, "I love you Kripa."

"I love you too Angad." She mumbled against his chest.

He pulled away and lifted her chin. Gently, he bent down and kissed the tears off her cheeks and then brushing his way to her eyelids and rest of her face, his lips descended on her lips. They kissed softly and then passionately. She could not resist anymore and reciprocated his kiss fervently till they were both gasping to catch their breaths.

Angad turned the lights off to the studio and whispered, "can I have a dance with you?"

"Lights?" She smiled and asked.

"No….the street lights are enough….I want this to be the most memorable dance of our lives." He kissed her hands and then held her hand close to his chest. She smiled coyly and lowered her gaze, "kaunsa dance seekhoge ab?"

He grabbed her waist with his arms and pulled her closer, "The tango……just the two of us…with no one watching us…...you lead…I'll just follow."

She nodded with her eyes and danced on this beautiful tango music 'Perfidia' from "Shall We Dance'

Please watch this really erotic dance between Richard Gere and Jennifer Lopez from the same movie (my inspiration to write this story):

[YOUTUBE]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bibtqDxXv1o&feature=related[/YOUTUBE]

….to be contd……….

Awesome part...truely magical.....specially the last dance, if they were to dance like in the movie Shall we dance......awwwhhhhhh that would be just so right...the confession was too good, it was like spontaneous, nothing planned, just poured out their feelings out to each other....very very nicely penned down