''You can't do this. Look at you- dressed as if you're a beggar on the road. It is a disgrace for you to show your face here.''
She stiffen at the spiteful words, her gaze never faltering.
Words are very powerful, indeed they are, but she had something that held her strength.
Her experience.
''At least I can change my clothes. You on other hand is stuck with that horrendous personality.''
A glare was exchanged between them both.
Fists were clenched.
Eyes were narrowed.
''I can throw you out of here, you know that.''
She shrugged, while a smirk appeared across her face.
''You can do that, but that would mean you're afraid of what I will do. It will only prove what a coward you are.''
A step was taken closer, warm breath washed upon her face, as a furious whisper travelled to her ears.
''Don't provoke me.''
She moved closer, their eyes strongly upon each other.
''I haven't started the provoking just yet, Mr. Razaida.''
He backed away, glancing one last time, finally he walked away in to the podium.
Breathing deeply she walked up to the stage, to face her enormous beast.
''Hello there, what will you be doing, and who are you,'' Anjali, one of the judges, kindly asked Khushi.
''My name is Khushi Kumari Gupta. I am 23 years old, and from Lucknow.''
A stern voice spoke, ''she asked you what will you be doing. Can you not answer her?'', he asked her mockingly.
''Well I rather answer her with my talent, than words Mr. Razaida.''
The audience oo'ed at Khushi's response, while Anjali's jaw dropped.
She glanced at Arnav to see his reaction.
His eyes were seething in anger.
There was no response by him so Khushi nodded her head at the worker. A grand piano was rolled to the stage, and placed in the middle.
Her long fingers were placed on the keys.
Magic engulfed the atmosphere.
[YOUTUBE]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lUjWJSnGVB0[/YOUTUBE]
Finally her fingers stilled.
Drop dead silence followed.
Not a sound was heard.
And then a roars of screams burst in to the auditorium.
Audiences of all ages stood up, clapping ferociously.
Once it died down, Anjali spoke.
''Khushi I have no words to explain the beauty. I am speechless.''
Anjali turned to Arnav, ''what about you Arnav?''
He licked his lips, head looking down, ''it was good,'' he mumbled.
Khushi raised an eye brow, ''what was that Mr. Razaida? I cannot seem to hear you. Could you speak louder.''
''I SAID IT WAS GOOD,'' Arnav's deep voice boomed, making Anjali jump slightly from her seat.
Khushi smirked triumphantly, ''Could you look me in the eye and say it, Mr. Razaida.''
He got up from his seat, and stormed towards her.
Roughly he grabbed her by the shoulders, and screamed, ripping off his blanket of denial.
''IT WAS BRILLIANT, YOU WERE RIGHT, AND YOU'RE PERFECT. ARE YOU HAPPY NOW.''
Satisfied with his outburst, she leaned and gently kissed his smooth lips, before whispering,
''Yes.''
She bowed down at the audience, gaining more screams, and walked out the stage in dignity.
And he stood alone on the stage, with one sentence running through his mind.
'Arnav Singh Razaida has finally met his match.'
***
This was randomly thought of.
And also if you are going to be reading this, without listening to the song then it is pointless. The song makes this OS. So do me a favor and listen to it so at least you guys imagine the talent, which I was speaking about, through Khushi.
Comment and like if enjoyed!
Love to all.
PS: If anyone has lost faith in humanity, such as I have; this music will restore a little bit of it.
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