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Hey guys, I'm here again! This is the first part of the Rimar FF I've been working on, hope you guys like it.
Rimar are in the stage of the relationship where they are now, tiny crushes and stolen conversations.
Disclaimer: this isn't going to be like the Swaron OS that I wrote. Swaron already know and understand each other where's Rimar are nowhere close to that. Although the characters belong to D3, I have tried to give them characteristics myself and develop the characters along with the story myself.
I don't know how this is going to turn out or what you should expect as this is my first FF and so far I have only a couple of OSs and an abandoned SS to my credit.
Also, I have diluted Amar's lisp alot, cause it was distracting from the scenes and making dialogues difficult to understand. And he does not lisp in his thoughts.
Will send PMs tomorrow, can't do so today, sorry!!
WHEN YOU SAY NOTHING AT ALL
Amar had packed up for the day by 3 in the afternoon and was ready to leave college when Babu Ram asked him if he could stay back and work at the cafe till 6. Raju wasn't well so they were short staffed today and due to the heat along with ongoing extra classes for the third years, completely swamped. Amar had almost refused as he was very tired but when agreed when he was offered 3 times his actual overtime charges. He could really use the money, he'd just bought a second hand bike from Bharat's garage and he wanted to pay off the debt as fast as possible.
He called Preeti up to inform her, "I'll be late. Some urgent lork has come up at the cafe. Can we go tomollow?" he silently bore the angry female rant at the other end of the line.
"I know that I'm inconveniencing you and I'm very sorry, Preeti. But I leally can't help it, I need to be here. You know I wouldn't ditch you unless absolutely necessaly."
***
After wrapping everything up by 6:15, Amar was just about to leave when he remembered that he'd forgotten his dancing shoes in the rehearsal hall. He ran towards the hall in an attempt to reach home as fast as possible but stopped short of the door when he heard Lady Gaga blaring from the room. He walked to the door and pushed it open and the sight that greeted his eyes left him gasping for air.
Groove, slam, work your back.
Filter that, baby bump that track.
She was practicing her hip-hop routinein the rehearsal hall. Dressed in a white tank top and black shorts she looked like every red-blooded male's dream come true. Her skin gleamed when the faint rays of the afternoon sun hit her body and her lithesome body moved to the beats with practiced finesse. Her hair was open and was a part of the steps just as much as her limbs.
Most people would think that her movements were effortless and the choreography came naturally to her but he could tell just by observing the determined look in her eyes that she had worked tirelessly to perfect herself. It was one of the things he had recognized from the very beginning and immensely respected her for it; she was a hard worker. What she lacked in natural ability, she made up for it through perseverance and a never-say-die attitude. He didn't realize that he'd just been staring at her, starstruck till the song ended. She had finished with a flourish, smiling triumphantly at the mirror, obviously pleased with what she saw.
Satisfied with her routine, she sat down on the floor to work on her stretches. She spread her legs apart, as far as she possibly could without breaking them, pulled up her arms as pushed her torso forward. It was the classic way to work on your knee extensions. If your nose touched the floor it meant you were highly flexible and if not, well... not so flexible. Rinni was never able to touch the floor, her body wasn't naturally flexible at all but she tried her best to turn it into one.
Hecould see her struggling, her nose was a good 20 inches away from the ground and she was pushing her body down with all her might. Her face contorted with pain but she wouldn't let it go. Amar observed her position very carefully, her toeswere pointed and back straight, it was perfect. The only shortcoming was her inflexibility and he could tell that it bothered her, a lot.
He rushed to her side when her back started hunching in an effort to push her face closer to the ground and this could cause an injury.
"Stop that. You'll hurt yolself." he grabbed her shoulders and pulled them up, looking into her shocked eyes with worry lining his own. Her face flushed and she averted her gaze, embarrassment creeping into her cheeks. She tried pulling her legs in but he held her knees in place. "Don't just pull it in staight like that, it can cause an injuly." He pushed he legs together in a sleeping position and the folded her knees. "Hug yol knees to your chest, like this." She flinched at the pain this kind of movement was causing in her hamstrings. "I know it hurts more light now to pull your legs in this way but trust me it'll hurt less later and won't leave your legs sore especially considering the way you were going at it." he added reassuringly, hoping that she was reassured by his words. She nodded her head in response.
They sat on the wooden floor, him kneeling and her hugging her knees and rocking her body back and forth to help relieve some of the pain. Both feeling awkward and unsure of what to say or do next, wondering how they had landed up in a situation like this. So they just fixed their eyes and bottoms to the floor till the seconds turned to minutes.
"So, umm... I'll leave now."
She nodded her head in response.
"I had actually come to pick up my jazz shoes when I saw you dancing, I didn't mean to intrude." he said, feeling the need to explain his sudden appearance. She nodded again.
He took out his shoes from the closet, and walked to the door. He turned around to glance at her, she was still sitting in the same position. "You, umm... you dance really well, Rinni." he said, feeling an unexplainable need to tell her that.
She finally looked up from the floor and into his eyes searchingly. As if trying to gauge the truth in his statement. When he got no response, he turned around to leave, closing the door behind him.
"Thanks" she whispered long after he had left.
***
As moonlight filtered into the room through the gaps in the curtains, she recollected the incidents of the day in her mind over and over again.
She was dancing, then exercising, struggling at the second position as usual and suddenly he enters out of nowhere, telling her what to do and how to exercise. And then, things got awkward. She had no idea how to react to the situation, embarrassed at being caught doing something she was horrible at, that too by Amar no less. "Oh God, what will he think of me now? Shit, shit, shit!! No wonder he was trying to console me by complimenting my dance. He probably thinks I'm a loser who can't even utter a word. Why the hell couldn't I say anything? Argh..." She buried her face into her pillow and kicked the mattress with her legs, which for a change weren't as sore as they usually were after she'd worked out. "At least he wasn't lying about one thing. The guy definitely knows a trick or two about workouts."
And then she started recollecting the incident again. She was dancing, then she started her workout and suddenly he entered...
***
"She probably thinks that I stalk her. What was I thinking, entering the rehearsal hall and lecturing her on her workouts?! She's been dancing longer than I have. Of course she knows what she's doing. She must be pissed off, no wonder she didn't even talk to me." Amarthought as he stared at her photo that he'd saved in his phone. "I have a picture of her in my phone, I'm a pathetic stalker. Argh..." he pulled the pillow over his head, desperately trying to get rid of the images of her dancing that seemed to have taken permanent residence in his mind since the day he'd seen her dancing for the first time.
***
Hope you guys liked the first part, leave a comment for PMs.
Let me know how you found it, the journey has just started for the two, there's lots more to go!
Rimar are in the stage of the relationship where they are now, tiny crushes and stolen conversations.
Disclaimer: this isn't going to be like the Swaron OS that I wrote. Swaron already know and understand each other where's Rimar are nowhere close to that. Although the characters belong to D3, I have tried to give them characteristics myself and develop the characters along with the story myself.
I don't know how this is going to turn out or what you should expect as this is my first FF and so far I have only a couple of OSs and an abandoned SS to my credit.
Also, I have diluted Amar's lisp alot, cause it was distracting from the scenes and making dialogues difficult to understand. And he does not lisp in his thoughts.
Will send PMs tomorrow, can't do so today, sorry!!
WHEN YOU SAY NOTHING AT ALL
Amar had packed up for the day by 3 in the afternoon and was ready to leave college when Babu Ram asked him if he could stay back and work at the cafe till 6. Raju wasn't well so they were short staffed today and due to the heat along with ongoing extra classes for the third years, completely swamped. Amar had almost refused as he was very tired but when agreed when he was offered 3 times his actual overtime charges. He could really use the money, he'd just bought a second hand bike from Bharat's garage and he wanted to pay off the debt as fast as possible.
He called Preeti up to inform her, "I'll be late. Some urgent lork has come up at the cafe. Can we go tomollow?" he silently bore the angry female rant at the other end of the line.
"I know that I'm inconveniencing you and I'm very sorry, Preeti. But I leally can't help it, I need to be here. You know I wouldn't ditch you unless absolutely necessaly."
***
After wrapping everything up by 6:15, Amar was just about to leave when he remembered that he'd forgotten his dancing shoes in the rehearsal hall. He ran towards the hall in an attempt to reach home as fast as possible but stopped short of the door when he heard Lady Gaga blaring from the room. He walked to the door and pushed it open and the sight that greeted his eyes left him gasping for air.
Groove, slam, work your back.
Filter that, baby bump that track.
She was practicing her hip-hop routinein the rehearsal hall. Dressed in a white tank top and black shorts she looked like every red-blooded male's dream come true. Her skin gleamed when the faint rays of the afternoon sun hit her body and her lithesome body moved to the beats with practiced finesse. Her hair was open and was a part of the steps just as much as her limbs.
Most people would think that her movements were effortless and the choreography came naturally to her but he could tell just by observing the determined look in her eyes that she had worked tirelessly to perfect herself. It was one of the things he had recognized from the very beginning and immensely respected her for it; she was a hard worker. What she lacked in natural ability, she made up for it through perseverance and a never-say-die attitude. He didn't realize that he'd just been staring at her, starstruck till the song ended. She had finished with a flourish, smiling triumphantly at the mirror, obviously pleased with what she saw.
Satisfied with her routine, she sat down on the floor to work on her stretches. She spread her legs apart, as far as she possibly could without breaking them, pulled up her arms as pushed her torso forward. It was the classic way to work on your knee extensions. If your nose touched the floor it meant you were highly flexible and if not, well... not so flexible. Rinni was never able to touch the floor, her body wasn't naturally flexible at all but she tried her best to turn it into one.
Hecould see her struggling, her nose was a good 20 inches away from the ground and she was pushing her body down with all her might. Her face contorted with pain but she wouldn't let it go. Amar observed her position very carefully, her toeswere pointed and back straight, it was perfect. The only shortcoming was her inflexibility and he could tell that it bothered her, a lot.
He rushed to her side when her back started hunching in an effort to push her face closer to the ground and this could cause an injury.
"Stop that. You'll hurt yolself." he grabbed her shoulders and pulled them up, looking into her shocked eyes with worry lining his own. Her face flushed and she averted her gaze, embarrassment creeping into her cheeks. She tried pulling her legs in but he held her knees in place. "Don't just pull it in staight like that, it can cause an injuly." He pushed he legs together in a sleeping position and the folded her knees. "Hug yol knees to your chest, like this." She flinched at the pain this kind of movement was causing in her hamstrings. "I know it hurts more light now to pull your legs in this way but trust me it'll hurt less later and won't leave your legs sore especially considering the way you were going at it." he added reassuringly, hoping that she was reassured by his words. She nodded her head in response.
They sat on the wooden floor, him kneeling and her hugging her knees and rocking her body back and forth to help relieve some of the pain. Both feeling awkward and unsure of what to say or do next, wondering how they had landed up in a situation like this. So they just fixed their eyes and bottoms to the floor till the seconds turned to minutes.
"So, umm... I'll leave now."
She nodded her head in response.
"I had actually come to pick up my jazz shoes when I saw you dancing, I didn't mean to intrude." he said, feeling the need to explain his sudden appearance. She nodded again.
He took out his shoes from the closet, and walked to the door. He turned around to glance at her, she was still sitting in the same position. "You, umm... you dance really well, Rinni." he said, feeling an unexplainable need to tell her that.
She finally looked up from the floor and into his eyes searchingly. As if trying to gauge the truth in his statement. When he got no response, he turned around to leave, closing the door behind him.
"Thanks" she whispered long after he had left.
***
As moonlight filtered into the room through the gaps in the curtains, she recollected the incidents of the day in her mind over and over again.
She was dancing, then exercising, struggling at the second position as usual and suddenly he enters out of nowhere, telling her what to do and how to exercise. And then, things got awkward. She had no idea how to react to the situation, embarrassed at being caught doing something she was horrible at, that too by Amar no less. "Oh God, what will he think of me now? Shit, shit, shit!! No wonder he was trying to console me by complimenting my dance. He probably thinks I'm a loser who can't even utter a word. Why the hell couldn't I say anything? Argh..." She buried her face into her pillow and kicked the mattress with her legs, which for a change weren't as sore as they usually were after she'd worked out. "At least he wasn't lying about one thing. The guy definitely knows a trick or two about workouts."
And then she started recollecting the incident again. She was dancing, then she started her workout and suddenly he entered...
***
"She probably thinks that I stalk her. What was I thinking, entering the rehearsal hall and lecturing her on her workouts?! She's been dancing longer than I have. Of course she knows what she's doing. She must be pissed off, no wonder she didn't even talk to me." Amarthought as he stared at her photo that he'd saved in his phone. "I have a picture of her in my phone, I'm a pathetic stalker. Argh..." he pulled the pillow over his head, desperately trying to get rid of the images of her dancing that seemed to have taken permanent residence in his mind since the day he'd seen her dancing for the first time.
***
Hope you guys liked the first part, leave a comment for PMs.
Let me know how you found it, the journey has just started for the two, there's lots more to go!
INDEX
Part 2- page3
Part 3- page 5
Part 4- Page 9
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