The week of love was progressing faster than Kriya had expected, and no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't escape its effect. First, it was the rose on Rose Day, then the secret chocolate, and just yesterday, she had found herself clutching a tiny teddy bear like an idiot instead of returning it.
And now, it was Promise Day.
Kriya had never been someone who believed in these so-called romantic days. She didn’t think love needed a schedule—no grand gestures on specific days, no forced declarations of feelings. It was all unnecessary… wasn’t it?
But then, why was her heart racing at the thought of what Rey might do today?
The rehearsal hall was filled with dancers stretching, chatting, and warming up. Kriya was seated on the wooden floor, tying the laces of her dance shoes, trying her best to ignore the one person who had taken over all her thoughts.
But ignoring Reyaansh Singhania was never an easy task.
She could feel his gaze on her. She could sense the mischief brewing in his mind. And she could tell—without even looking—that he was planning something.
She refused to give him that satisfaction.
So she simply got up, stretching her arms, and acted like he didn’t exist.
That lasted a whole thirty seconds.
Because Rey finally made his move.
"Toh, Miss Ghai…" His voice was smooth, teasing, and far too smug. "Aaj kaunsa naya bahana bana rahi ho mujhse bachne ke liye?"
Kriya rolled her eyes, refusing to look at him. "Mujhe aapse bachne ki koi zaroorat nahi hai, Rey."
Rey let out a mock gasp. "Sach mein? Toh tumne kal takleef kyu uthai mujhse bhaagne ki?"
She clenched her jaw, her fingers tightening into fists. He was enjoying this.
She turned to him, crossing her arms. "Mujhe sirf unnecessary drama pasand nahi hai, bas."
Rey smirked, stepping closer. "Aur jo chal raha hai woh necessary hai?"
Kriya opened her mouth to retort, but he cut her off.
"Chhodo. Aapse arguments mein jeetne ka koi faayda nahi," he said, shaking his head as if she was a lost cause. "Aaj ka din special hai. Main tumse ek vaada maangne aaya hoon."
Kriya’s eyebrows shot up. "Vaada?"
Rey’s eyes twinkled. "Haan. Aakhir aaj Promise Day hai."
She scoffed. "Mujhe koi vaada nahi karna, Rey."
He tilted his head, his smirk never faltering. "Par main tumse ek vaada zaroor lunga."
She narrowed her eyes, suspicious. "Kya?"
And then, in the most unexpected move ever, Rey stepped even closer, his voice dropping to a softer tone.
"Promise me," he said, his gaze locking onto hers, "ki chahe kuch bhi ho jaye, tum dance kabhi nahi chhodogi."
Kriya’s breath hitched.
She had been expecting a flirtatious challenge, a playful tease, but not this.
Not something real.
She blinked, caught off guard. "Rey…"
He shook his head, his usual mischievous demeanor melting away into something sincere. "Mujhe pata hai, Kriya. Jab tum wapas aayi thi, tumhare andar ek darr tha. Jaise tum khud ko convince kar rahi ho ki dance sirf ek responsibility hai… passion nahi."
Kriya clenched her fists, looking away. "Mujhe nahi pata aap kis baare mein baat kar rahe ho."
"Jaanti ho," Rey said immediately. "Aur main chahta hoon ki tum iss baat se bhaagna band karo."
Kriya swallowed hard, his words hitting too close to home.
She had always been afraid that one day, she might have to let go of dance—the very thing that had defined her, the thing that had connected her to her dreams, her mother’s dreams… and to Rey.
And now, he was standing here, asking her for a promise she wasn’t sure she could keep.
She looked up at him, her voice barely above a whisper. "Aur agar main na maanu toh?"
Rey’s lips curved into a small smile, but this time, it wasn’t his usual teasing smirk. It was gentle. Understanding.
"Toh main tumse phir se maangunga," he said softly. "Har din. Har waqt. Jab tak tum maan nahi jaati."
Something in her chest tightened painfully.
He wasn’t joking.
This wasn’t some silly Teddy Day stunt or a cheesy Chocolate Day surprise.
This was Reyaansh Singhania, standing in front of her, asking her for something that actually mattered.
And for the first time in a long while, Kriya felt seen.
She exhaled slowly, studying him, searching for any sign of pretense. But there was none.
Finally, after a long moment, she whispered, "Theek hai."
Rey’s eyes lit up.
She held up a finger. "Lekin ek condition hai."
His eyebrows lifted in curiosity. "Kya?"
She took a step closer, smirking slightly. "Jab tak aap bhi ek vaada nahi karte."
Rey chuckled. "Oh? Aur mujhe kya promise karna padega?"
Kriya’s smirk widened. "Ki chahe kuch bhi ho jaye… aap mujhse flirting band nahi karoge."
Rey’s laughter rang through the rehearsal hall, warm and full of surprise. "Damn, Kriya. Maine tumse expect nahi kiya tha yeh kehne ke liye."
She shrugged. "Lekin sach toh yeh hai, Rey… agar aap flirting band kar doge, toh mujhe aap pe shaq hone lagega."
He let out a dramatic sigh. "Matlab mujhe zindagi bhar tumhe chidhana padega?"
Kriya grinned. "Bilkul."
Rey placed a hand over his heart. "Yehi toh main chahta tha, Miss Ghai."
And just like that, the heavy moment melted into laughter.
But somewhere between the teasing words and the playful smirks, two promises were made.
One for dance. One for each other.
And Kriya knew—this Promise Day would stay with her for a long, long time.
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