Dancing Queen! CHAPTER 25 part 2 !! hello again.!

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Chapter 1: VIRAT VADHERA



He stood at the door reluctant to get out of the car... once again his brother had managed to win the argument and virat was to drive his brother and his wife to the function. Hed just come back two weeks ago from his UK tour and didn't make it to his brothers wedding... this was therefore the first htime he would meet his bhabi as it was her sister who was performing at a local charity function to raise money for cancer awareness and she was adamant that it would be the best place for virat to be introduced to her sister, even though her husband begged to differ.

Viren understood his brother better than anybody else.virat was the typical cookie cutter rockstar in the eyes of the media with tremendously good looks and an equally bad attitude, but viren had only known the guy before the heartbreak, virats ex girlfriend maya had broken his heart leaving him miserable broken and in despair. He had sunken into a deep depression secluding himself from the world... Virat had figured that if he forgot about the world, the world would forget about him. When shed chosen stardom over him he couldnt describe how he felt but as soon as he got home he feltlike ripping his own heart out just so he wouldnt have to face the pain it was causing. He wantedto cry, but couldnt He just felt an immense cloud of depression sink over him and he couldnt escape. He wasnt dead, but he couldnt live either. It had taken 3 years for virat to even consider getting back into the music business and when he mentioned it to viren it wasnt even 3 months before his elder brother had some pulled strings and got him out of the city and in the heart of the USA recording his first hit.
When hed got to the USA, virat had decided to get rid of his past by cutting off all relations, even the one with his bhai which he now regretted.viren was so willing to forgive virat for disappearing that whenever virat looked at his brothers face he was consumed with the feeling of an overwhelming guilt... After he left, it was viren who took control drying his mothers tears late at night and answering curious society members whenever they asked. It was 2 weeks ago that virat had decided he would swallow his pride, he had been in the papers for attacking his staff at the record label after a drunken escapade and after being released hed come home to a message from his worried brother who had called to let him know that his wife was expecting a baby and viren would never forgive him if he wasnt there to help them through it.
Virat saw jeevika for the first time as she stepped out of the house looking stunning in a violet and pink sari her silky smooth hair framing her small face and he understood immediately why his brother was so smitten with her she was absolutely gorgeous... he still couldn't be bothered to turn up to the function, it was a waste of his time totally not his scene plus...he would feel like a third wheel it was undeniable.
Virat listened to jeevika making small talk as they made their way to the hall... She spoke of Her sister most of the way, her antics, her love for life and the joy she brought to everyone she met, virat could help but envy 'maanvi' even before hed met her, even though shed been raised solely by her sister due to the death of her parents while virat had the love and support of His whole family, hed never bought anything but shame and misery to his family. As his bhabi spoke with the joy and pace of an 8 year old at a funfair, virat sighed miserably... He REALLY REALLY did not want to be there. He handed his keys to the valet and shuffled into the hall quietly behind his brother and his wife. They were a few minutes late and the show was about to begin, they sat on their assigned seats and virat looked pensively at the empty chair next to him silently counting the minutes before he would go back to the solitude of his empty room.

The lights suddenly dimmed and the stage glistened with the brightness of 1000 candles, it was decorated in golds and dusky browns, and even in his mood virat couldnt help but to notice the charm of the hall, it reflected something he wished he had in his life...beauty...comfort...bliss. But the contentment he felt was heightened by the introduction of a girl onto the stage and while she was not alone, it was her who captivated everybody. Dressed in a gold lengha with heavy silver embridery, she let her raven black tresses tumble down her back. She sat on the centre of the stage and positioned her small yet perfect frame in a crouching position using her beautiful hands to arrange her skirt around her delicate feet...with every movement virat could hear the clinking of her shimmery bangles each paving a path that led directly to his heart which before this moment thought it would not and could not beat for anyone else.

As she sat there with the grace of a swan prepared to begin her performance, she looked directly at virat... Although he had already fallen in love by the mere presence of the angel upon the stage, he could not help but be stunned by the beauty of the girl. Her eyes were pools of molten chocolate, her lips tinted a shimmery red were perfect and her nose smooth and delicate although she was not as fair as jeevika, her face held a radiance that could not be matched by the stars in the sky, she radiated innocence...purity...love. With one look, all the anger of his rock and roll lifestyle vanished and was replaced by the spinetingling sound of her anklets. While her eyes spoke a million volumes, her face was a picture of peace the kind of peace that virat had decided he could not live without.



Chapter 2: manvi chaudary + chapter 3 meeting 1-page 2
Chapter 4: sleepless nights PG 3
Chaptr 5: unexpected visit PG 5
Chapter 6: unwanted memories pg 7
Chapter 7: space PG 9
Chapter 8: revenge PG 12
Chapter 9: shameful secrets pg 17
Chapter 10: guilty memories pg 21
Chapter 11: Dinner Time pg 25
Chapter 12: turning tables PG 27
Chapter 13: past n present PG 31
Chapter 14: truth hurts PG 34
Chapter 15: dangerous games PG 37
Chapter 16:perfectly unperfect PG 40
Chapter 17:Running away PG 43 chapter 19: losing hope. PG 50
Chapter 20: love & hate PG 53
Chapter 21: staying strong PG 56
Chapter 22: broken chain PG 59
Chapter 23: Hopelessly devoted PG 64
Chapter 24: bottled secrets pg 67

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Chp 2: Maanvi Chaudary
Manvi sat at the centre of the stage, her eyes on the man that had bought so much sorrow to her sister... And as much love as he had for her at that moment, it was equalled by her only in resentment.

She stared at him, hoping that her fury was recognised. While viren had spent many nights drying his mothers tears, it was jeevika who was left to clean up her husbands tears after they married. Everybody knew how much manvi loved her sister. Jeevikas sadness was manvis sadness. And in his absence Virat managed to give so much of it, that manvi was sure she would never be able to forgive him, even if Viren did.

Manvi stared deep into the crowd, she was always nervous before a performance and this time was no different. The irony was that before her sister had married his brother, manvi had idolised him... Like Many of his other fans, she couldnt resist his dashing princely good looks, he had a jawline so sharp it looked like it could cut glass and eyes that were so soft and kind that despite his angry music they spoke to her on a personal level. They told her a melancholy story of sadness, heartbreak and a man who had a troubled past which he was trying to hide from.

That was of course, before she knew him. When jeevika had married viren, manvi saw a broken family that had welcomed her sister in. She learnt the story of a man who used his brother to get ahead in his career, and then decided he didn't want to know him any longer. she despised the fact that virat so easily cut off the relationship between him and his mother, while in her childhood, manvi spent countless nights crying and wishing she had her parents there to share her sorrows and little joys. She was annoyed at the fact that he had so easily got his dream and in the process, forgotten everybody who had helped him to do so.

Manvi was unbelievably excited to meet him at her sisters wedding, viren had been so certain that he will turn up, that everybody began to notice the joy in his eyes and voice as he spoke in the days leading to the big day. He would constantly reminisce about the good days when him and his brother would get up to no good terrorising the neighbours and the kids in their locality and was eager to introduce virat to his wife and her family.

Manvi had thought she loved him then, and in her childish fantasy thought up a world where her life was a stage in which she could forever dance to his tunes, a stage that belonged only to him and her... He would be the music and her... The movement.

The love she had thought she had, was short lived. Virat didnt call nor send any notice but just decided he would not go. Viren tried hard to smile and make excuses but everybody could sense the disappointment in his voice as he spoke. Manvis delusion of love was shattered, the 'happiest day' of jeevikas life was one of the saddest things manvi had ever seen. Vanshika, jeevikas mother in law, welcomed the guests with sorrowful puffy eyes that had spent the nights crying for her sons, and although everything was beautiful as it met the eyes... It was like a mirage, just a delusion... It was a colorless rainbow. people went through the motions but they were not filled with the colors of bliss and joy that manvi had hoped would paint her sisters wedding.

Long before she had met virat, she HATED him with all the strength shed ever known, and as he stared at her from across the stage and all her resentment came flooding back...she realised it was the first time she ever felt that way.