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Hey all! I know all might be thinking me crazy as somedays before I said I am having that stupid writer's block and now I'm writing a TS... Hola!!😛😆 Well weird ideas never stop coming in my mind and that's why even I don't stop writing...😆 enjoy this weirdo love story!
P.S: I adapted Arjun and Draupadi's names for this TS; but lemme clear the thing... This TS is NOT AT ALL an ArDi fanfic, only my weird imagination! I only just loved their names and didn't want to adapt any typical name!😛
Love,
Anu
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TS: The Anklet Story
Disclaimer: 1000+ words so read at your own risk...😈😆
The jingles of anklet took over the whole room. The room was only for the jingles, dedicated to Nataraj. The Raj Videhi Academy was busy in its own tunes. For over two months they are sharping themselves for National competition. The founder of the academy, Guru Gangadhar sighed with a smile seeing his dedicated students getting ready for the battle. He looked at the statue of Nataraj and kept staring at Him praying a silent prayer.
"Hey Mister! Your step is wrong!"
Jishnu shouted from other side alerting a dancer and breaking Guru's silent prayer
"If you do like this, your ankel won't be food enough to dance more."
He smiled at the dancer.
"Hey you! Do it properly or you can't join!"
Guru patted Jishnu's back.
"Thank you, Jishnu. For gracing this small academy with your dedication. Thanks for all..."
"It's your prayer which have worked like magic, not me. Thanks for introducing me to my own passion!"
"Hope we can win this competition!"
Guru sighed and both of them looked at pityful children waiting outside the academy for food. Jishnu wemt there with a big plate and their face beamed with arrival of their well known Jishnu Bhaiya.
"They need a place to stay, Guru."
Jishnu shut his eyes. It was not so long, when Guru had brought him to his home, and upbring him to a better human and setting his future. His past haunted him in every night. The stars of those nights guarded him, and the sky was his roof. But those days turned over in front of his zest to live. He kicked them out of his life.
"I don't want to see them suffering like me..."
He gazed down at the soil who was the only one to embrace him. The chilling winds, the scortching heat and grumbling hunger sent a chill in his spine.
"You will win, trust me..."
Guru patted him. What he found in his eyes was only a hope.
Suddenly the receptionist broke their silent conversation.
"Sir there is someone who wants to meet you urgently."
They both looked at each other with surprise and Guru went to the ground floor.
"Please let me go! I will come back within some moments! Please!"
Guru Gangadhar saw two of his pupils restricting the girl from entering.
"There is no proof that you are not from rival academy. We can't let you enter."
"But.."
The pupils hold her arms and dragged her two the gate. Her eyes twinkled as she saw him.
"Here he is! Let me talk to him please!"
He glanced at the two boys to leave her. Sigh of relief escaped from her. She came rushing to him and touched his feet.
"Who are you, girl? And what work do you have here?"
Guru scanned her with sheepish eyes.
"Well, I am Parsati."
She said rubbing the area where the pupils had clenched her arms. She glanced with red shot eyes at them who were hanging their head accepting defeat in front of their master.
"Parsati what? What's your surname?"
"Do surname matters in this world sir? Shree Ram didn't had any surname. Why everyone asks me that?"
Her eyes were red with wrenched heart.
"I am sorry for that. Why you are here?"
"Well, maybe for this?"
She brought out a crumbled newspaper from her hanging side bag. She felt a questioning gaze on her and turned around to see the door. None was there. Guru frowned looking at the newspaper. Curve of disbelief and anger formed in his forehead.
"Who is that fool who posted in newspaper demanding for dancer?"
He shouted. Jishnu ran to the reception hearing his shouts.
"I won't tolerate such childishness!"
"That... that means you don't need any?"
Her face dimmed.
"I am sorry girl, but we can't."
He handed over the newspaper with a sympathetic look at her disappointed face.
"I.. I really need this, sir. Please let me. I know how to dance. I just need an institution and a tutor. I will learn with flying colors I promise. But please. It of course doesn't matter to you whether I join or not. Please let me."
"But we can't. It's a festive time for institutions. Competing time is arriving. And at this moment we can't show any negligancy."
Jishu replied sternly but guru stopped him gesturing his hand.
"But why do you even want to join?"
She looked around all the gaze on her and whishpered,
"Can we please talk in private?"
She looked around at the gazes on her. Jishnu's frown with a little curve on his face described his curiosity. Guru took her to his air-conditioned chamber.
"Tell now what you want to say."
He sat on his chair and signalled her to sit down.
"My mother is critically ill, sir. I went on search for job and some dogs decieved me to take to brothel. I escaped from there somehow. And now I want a job where I can be assured."
"But this is not a job!"
"I know that, and I also know I won't be paid. But if you all win the competition, you will be given 50 lakh. I have done all study."
"So what's your demand?"
"If I make you all win the conpetiton, can you all please give me atleast that amount by which I am treat my mother. Please."
She pleaded. Jishnu laughed in a mocking tone.
"Will you please tell us HOW you can make us win?"
He gave a mocking grin.
"Well don't think I don't know anything. My mother was a winning dancer herself. She taught me also and I was a champion in my teenage. You can see here if you don't believe"
She side glanced Jishnu taunting and showed her files of certificates. Guru raised his eyebrows seeing all those papers.
"Marvellous dear! Well stil you need to prove yourself. Let's get into the classes!"
He set his glasses on his nose and took the stairs to the second floor in his classroom.
"Show me some steps now."
He handed over the anklets to her. She bowed to the Nataraaj and touched her head to the anklets.
"Om Namah Shivay"
She clasped her hands and tapped her feet. Her hands swiftly moved with the moves of feet. She was looking no less than Sati. Her anklets jingled with her movements. She gracefully moved her body awestrucking everyone around. She grasped for breath and finally stopped moving. Claps vibrated in the room.
"You are indeed a great dancer, dear! Jishnu, hope you don't have any doubt boy!"
Jishnu nodded his head half-heartedly.
"Can I be a part?"
Her eyes sparkled with joy.
Jishnu tried to look at those kohlic eyes. He noticed each and every movement of her eyes. Her joy, her excitement, her intoxication. He seem lost in an unknown intoxication.
"Yes of course you can dear! Join from tomorrow, okay? What say, Jishnu?"
Guru asked his. He got lost in his own world and Guru had to click his fingers to bring him out of there.
"Jishnu?"
"Yes! Yes sure!"
"Don't fall for her, Jishnu. She can be dangerous, don't fall for her intoxication. Test her."
"Well Guru I want to go to her mother. I mean if she is okay or not. I didn't see any mother in my life, maybe I can now."
"You don't look that innocent. I know you're testing me. Go on, go on. You'll get dissapointment only."
She glanced at Jishnu. And she was in her taunting mode.
"Go on! None would stop you to come. But don't expect any kind of hospitality. I don't know how to."
Her sarcasm was in level enough to make Jishnu feel embarrassed and uneasy.
"You are welcomed tomorrow! Get ready for tomorrow!"
She found all the welcoming smiles around her which warmed her to set in this new mould.
"We would see, how much naive and innocent, you are, Ms. Parsati."
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