!!When We Meet Again!! Kriyansh Fanfic !!D3!! - Page 4

Is it Sharon behind the scenes trying to help these two? Who else knows so much?

Chapter 6

I feel it was a short chapter I need to read more

Btw that mysterious person is helping them or what? Now I am really confused 🤔

Chapter7

A Language Only We Knew

The auditorium pulsed with anticipation.

Rows upon rows of contestants waited backstage, adjustingcostumes, stretching muscles, and whispering last-minute counts to one another.

For many of them, this championship was a dream.

For a few...

It would change their lives.

Inside the judges' panel, four nameplates rested neatlyacross the long table.

Mr. Reyansh Singhania.

Ms. Kriya Ghai.

Mr. Arvind Sharma.

Ms. Meera Kapoor.

A thousand seats stretched before them, slowly fillingwith spectators.

Above the stage, the championship logo glowed beneath thelights.

A voice echoed through the auditorium.

"All judges, please take your seats."

Rey adjusted his blazer and sat down.

A moment later...

Kriya occupied the chair beside him.

Neither spoke.

Not because they didn't want to.

Because they didn't yet know how.

Backstage...

A group of teenagers nervously peeked through thecurtains.

"That's Reyansh Singhania!"

"And beside him..."

"Kriya Ghai!"

"I can't believe they're judging together."

One girl smiled dreamily.

"My parents used to tell me stories aboutthem."

"They said they danced like they could read eachother's hearts."

Her teammate laughed.

"That's impossible."

The girl's smile remained.

"Maybe."

"But some people don't count steps."

"They feel them."

The preliminary performances began.

Classical.

Contemporary.

Hip-hop.

Jazz.

Each team brought its own story to the stage.

Rey took careful notes.

He rarely spoke during performances.

He believed dancers deserved complete attention.

Beside him, Kriya watched with the same quiet intensity.

Occasionally, their score sheets revealed somethingunexpected.

The same marks.

The same observations.

The same corrections.

After the fifth performance, Judge Sharma smiled.

"It seems the two of you still think alike."

Rey and Kriya exchanged a brief glance.

Neither denied it.

A contemporary duo finished their routine.

The audience applauded enthusiastically.

Judge Sharma leaned toward Rey.

"What did you think?"

Rey picked up his microphone.

"The choreography was technically excellent."

The young dancers smiled hopefully.

"But..."

His voice remained gentle.

"You danced every step correctly."

He paused.

"I just couldn't feel your story."

The applause faded into thoughtful silence.

The dancers nodded respectfully.

Then Kriya reached for her microphone.

"I agree."

She looked kindly at the contestants.

"When you performed the final lift..."

"You looked at the audience."

She smiled softly.

"You should have looked at each other."

The two dancers blinked.

Confused.

She continued.

"If your story is about losing someone..."

"Don't ask us to believe it."

"Believe it yourselves."

The auditorium became silent.

One of the contestants quietly wiped away a tear.

"We understand, ma'am."

Rey looked sideways.

That was exactly how she used to teach.

She never criticized.

She inspired.

During the lunch break...

The judges' lounge was almost empty.

Judge Sharma had stepped out for a television interview.

Judge Meera was speaking with the organizers.

Leaving only...

Rey.

And Kriya.

The silence returned.

This time...

Neither seemed eager to escape it.

Kriya gently stirred the sugar into her tea.

"I liked your feedback."

Rey looked up.

"You always used to tell dancers to find the emotionbefore the movement."

A small smile appeared on her face.

"You remembered."

"I remember a lot of things."

His answer came before he could stop himself.

Their eyes met.

The words lingered between them.

Kriya looked down at her teacup.

"So do I."

Outside the large glass window, rain began to fall.

Soft at first.

Then steadily.

Mumbai's first monsoon shower.

For a few moments...

Neither spoke.

Instead, they watched the rain.

Just as they had done countless times from the windows ofSt. Louis College.

"I still hate rainy days."

Rey broke the silence.

Kriya turned toward him, surprised.

"You do?"

"They remind me of rehearsals."

She laughed softly.

"You mean the rehearsals where everyonedanced..."

"...and Amar slipped every five minutes?"

They both laughed.

A real laugh.

Not forced.

Not polite.

It echoed through the lounge.

For the first time...

The distance between them felt smaller.

"Remember when Bharat blamed the wet floor..."

"...even though he wasn't anywhere near it?"

Kriya finished.

Rey shook his head, smiling.

"Some things never change."

"No."

She looked out at the rain again.

"They don't."

Their laughter slowly faded.

Comfort settled in its place.

For one fleeting moment...

It almost felt as though the last ten years had neverhappened.

Almost.

At that exact moment...

The door opened.

A young volunteer stepped inside.

"Excuse me, sir... ma'am."

"Yes?" Rey asked.

"A contestant has requested something unusual."

Judge Meera looked up from across the room.

"What is it?"

The volunteer smiled nervously.

"They've requested that Mr. Reyansh Singhania andMs. Kriya Ghai demonstrate the opening sequence before today'smasterclass."

The room fell silent.

Kriya looked at Rey.

Rey looked back at her.

Judge Sharma laughed warmly.

"I think that's a wonderful idea."

The organizers immediately agreed.

"The audience would love it."

The volunteer waited expectantly.

"So..."

"Will you do it?"

Rey's fingers tightened around his coffee mug.

He hadn't danced with Kriya in ten years.

Not once.

Kriya slowly lowered her eyes.

She wasn't sure she could.

Or perhaps...

She wasn't sure she could survive it.

The rain outside grew heavier.

Inside the lounge...

Every answer rested in a silence only the two of themunderstood.

To Be Continued...

They know each other so well. even after 10 years, they will just fall into step.