(Reyaansh's point of view)
I puffed out another sigh. I had been sighing since I woke up this morning. Miss Dehradun was always nagging at the back of my mind, no matter what I was doing. I could be getting ready, or at the breakfast table, or watching television, or doing my homework… anything. But she always remained there like a tattoo I couldn't remove. But it felt good.
I got to our classroom's double-doors and saw Vicky coming down the hallway. A few girls giggled and blushed as he shot them his fabulous, winning grin calculated to melt any female heart. Vicky is my best friend and being the sole supporter of the college's heartthrob, he is no less than a piece of girl-magnet himself. He has light-brown flipped to the side in a fringe, deep black eyes that some girls compare to ink and a tall, well-built body. But as the flirtatiously smiling face saw me, it turned genuinely friendly and warm.
"Hey, man," he said, slapping my back playfully. "What's up?"
Before I could reply, I saw Neha struggling with a bundle of books on the other end of the hall. When she saw me over Vicky's shoulder, she smiled – but it wasn't her full, adorable, little-girl's smile. Obviously, the books were bothering her. Cute was the word to describe Neha. She had long, jet-straight, chestnut-brown locks flowing down her slim, rounded shoulders and shapely, hazel eyes. She's small-built and humble and modest about her dancing; she's Kria's best friend and a member of the Weaklings' dance team.
She strolled casually down the hallway and approached Vicky and me. "Hello," she said pleasantly, now smiling her complete smile. She showed off her perfect pearly whites.
"Hi," I said, smiling back. I couldn't help it, she was so cute. I was well-aware that all the other Weaklings – short-tempered, tomboy Vishaka, lisping Amar, and angry-young-man Bharat were all watching me from inside the classroom.
"You pen carrying?" she asked in her adorably broken English, starting to walk into the classroom. Except that was the moment I saw a gleaming coat of liquid on the white marble floor and her feet, wearing low-heeled flats, suddenly slipped. "Oof," she said, beginning to flay backwards.
To my utter surprise, Vicky pushed me aside immediately and threw himself in Neha's way, throwing his arms around her to catch her midway through the fall. Neha had her eyes squeezed shut tightly, ready for the pain. But she locked her arms around Vicky's neck and slowly, opened her eyes again.
Seeing that Vicky was the one who caught her, she tried to straighten up immediately but Vicky kept her bent down in the uncomfortable position. "Uh… excuse me," she said, trying to push him off, her childishly rounded cheeks turning bright pink with embarrassment. "I'm fine now."
Vicky looked enchanted. I reached over, taking care not to step into whatever Neha had slipped on, and slapped him hard across the cheek. He shook his head and quickly straightened her, taking a short stumble back. Neha narrowed her hazel eyes to slits and straightened her top over her jeans, looking at him as if he was insane. "Thank you," she said tonelessly. Turning, she hurried over and slid into one of the seats, right next to Vishaka.
I was just getting ready to be balanced and walk in without slipping, when a familiar tall, slim, graceful figure was gliding in. It was Kria.
She wore a silky, tight-fitting, canary-yellow tank top over a short, straight black skirt and black fishnet stockings that hugged her long, slim, perfect legs and black leather boots. She had accessorized it with long, dangly silver earrings that swayed with her as she walked – literally floated, she was so graceful – and a lot of silver charm bracelets around one slender wrist. Just as she was about to step into the class, I blocked her way with my arm. She rolled her large, emerald orbs knowingly and sighed. "What do you want, Rey?" she demanded in a faintly annoyed tone of voice.
"You'll need my help to get into class," I told her with a smile. Girls turned to total Jell-O when I smiled, but Kria seemed completely unaffected.
"Why don't you help your girlfriend, Sharon?" she demanded, tossing her silky dark curls haughtily over one slim shoulder, narrowing her green eyes. "I'm not delicate like her." She stepped blandly into class and her boots slipped on the shiny surface.
I grabbed her small, dainty right hand with my left to start the flow of that icy yet scorching electricity and pulled her back towards me, intertwining her long, slender fingers forcefully in mine. I threw my other arm below her left, wrapped it around her shapely shoulders and supported it under her perfectly-chiselled shoulder blade, taking all her weight easily on my arm, tucking her body into my side, letting her rest only on the tips of the ankles of her boots. For a moment, she was expressionless and then, she knit her dark, perfectly-groomed brows in frustration and annoyance. Her books had fallen on the ground when I had pulled her so roughly back towards me. One arm of hers hung limp beside her and as she tried to use it to pry my arm off her shoulder blade, I intertwined our fingers with that hand too and twisted her arm behind her, supporting it on her upper back, taking her weight again, keeping her bent down. The mind-bogglingly pleasurable electricity continued to circle my body, stunning me every time, making me smile with pleasure.
Our hands fit perfectly together as if they were meant to be and keeping her in the close embrace, not caring about the rest of the Weaklings – who were hooting and taunting her, I locked my eyes in hers deliberately. A feeling as chill and cold as the centre of a glacier yet red-hot rose through my heart as I looked deep into her mesmerizingly green eyes, getting lost at the beautiful sight of them, feeling that disconnection from the human world once more. There was no way out now, unless she snapped her gaze away.
Keeping her weight on my arm – her tall, graceful body bent over, only letting her rest lightly on her ankles – and keeping her other hand clutched tightly so she wouldn't escape, I began slowly walking with her across the classroom, making sure I took long, firm steps so I wouldn't slip. My balance was really good (you have to have good balance to be a dancer), and I smiled down at her warmly. She blinked her impossibly long, golden-brown, beautiful eyelashes over her large, deeply green orbs, making the overhead light glint her perfectly made-up, dainty eyelids.
As she heard the hoots and taunts from her teammates, a delicate crimson blush suffused her high, perfect cheekbones and I finally reached her seat in the front row. Slowly, I lowered her inside,
trying to be soft and slid her inside the seat gently and tenderly. She quickly untangled herself from me and glared up at me with her angry, beautifully green eyes, hardening her rosebud mouth. The words she said were in a cold, composed voice. "Thank you," was her reply. I smiled at the sight of her rosy cheeks again and deliberately, just to annoy her, I leaned close – so close I could smell her sweet, minty-fresh breath and her fruity, flowery, spicy perfume. "You're welcome," I said softly.
She lowered her clear, green-eyed gaze to the smooth, wooden table-top and ignored my closeness in tight-lipped annoyance. I straightened up and strode back over to my desk beside Vicky's… I felt incredibly empty now that I wasn't touching her anymore.
Vicky slapped the back of my head as I sat down. "Are you in your senses?" he demanded in an annoyed tone. "Seriously? You were waltzing with her."
I raised an eyebrow. "How do you know what waltz is?" I demanded. I was surprised Vicky knew a romantic style of dance. He was, after all, the popping master of the Dazzlers and only focused on his style. Vicky ignored the shot. "And even you weren't in your senses," I said, referring to how he was holding on to Neha even after she'd caught her balance. He immediately knew what I was talking about and blushed deeply, like a tomato. "Let it go," he said.
"Let my situation go as well, then," I said with a friendly smile, punching him lightly on the shoulder. He smiled back. There are times I've really loved Vicky; one of them is because Vicky was the one who knew before me that I was falling for Kria. He understands me better than myself, and knows me better than myself. The rest of the class slowly filed in and I kept my eyes only on Kria. I loved watching her; it was my favourite thing to do. I could do it all day. No, cut that. I could do it my entire lifetime. I turned my eyes to the front doors of the classroom and waited for Sharon, Nilesh, Simmie or Rene to come in.
Next chapter: Sharon, Swayum, Nilesh, Simmie and Rene will be introduced and a party will be thrown for the Weaklings and Dazzlers. Next chapter will show all about dressing-up and getting to the party, etc. and you can look forward to some more KriYaansh and ViHa. SwaRon will come in later in the series.
so guys,thats it for this week...will update soon...😊
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